The process of understanding one's own self is difficult enough, and understanding others can be twice as difficult. Jessie Bernard in The Sex Game puts it this way:
"Differences in culture, race, and age impose difficulties to shared-experience communication which are easy to see ... It is not quite so easy to see that certain actions also have certain meanings because the culture assigns them those meanings."
The young woman who is the heroine of this story, Gloria Stanton, was a teacher-but she had a lot to learn herself. Her first vacation in a foreign country threw her into contact with, first of all, the young shoeshine boy. It was a case of love at first sight, but a mixed sort of love: possessive, maternal and strongly sexual all at the same time.
Then there was the handsome bachelor, the sort of man she dreamed of meeting but never expected to. There should have been no choice in her mind as to which male to cling to, according to her culture and background. But even while she told herself that Dan Thompson was everything she could possibly want, her unruly heart chose the uneducated youngster who had nothing in common with her at all. Ignoring the culturally assigned probabilities, she did everything in her power to bypass the "right" man and to own the "wrong" boy.
Prudish, priggish and inexperienced, Gloria learned even more about herself and the possibilities of her sexual nature. Her very repressions led her into an improbable sexual contact with her childish lover's dog. Bestiality, as it is called, is not all that uncommon; certainly Gloria discovered it in a very natural way, driven by her own passions but held back from more normal contacts by her repressive upbringing.
It's easy, perhaps too easy, to attribute Gloria's erotic adventures to the freedom that comes with being a foreigner in a strange land. But if that had been all, she might have fallen into bed with Dan Thompson on the first occasion it was possible, and forgotten the shabby little boy who was clearly out of her class.
Deeper drives were at work, the maternal mixed with the purely sexual until the attractive widow hardly knew which way to turn. In addition to the problems arising from her love for the child, she found herself unwittingly corrupting Dan Thompson's teenage niece.
Because Dan was a wise man who recognized his own sexual needs as well as Gloria's, and was quite ready to let his children admit to theirs, the story has a happy if unconventional ending. The two adults and four teenagers involved worked out a solution that might not suit every family, but quite definitely was to their own liking. Differences of age, sex and culture disappeared or became meaningless compared to the thing they shared in common-a free and uninhibited sexual life.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Gloria lay back in the big chair, her golden-tanned legs sprawled loosely wide. The big dog thrust his head between them, his rough tongue licking the salty sweaty insides of her thighs. For a moment she considered pushing him away, but she knew he'd be right back at her and sooner or later, she'd give in. The dog knew it, too, he had to have sensed what pleasure he was giving his new mistress. She squirmed luxuriously in the chair, hot and tired and sweaty, but so content she could hardly believe herself.
Sounds of splashing and off-key singing, some kind of unmusical ranchero song, came from the bathroom. She smiled, listening. The little Mexican boy couldn't get enough of the tiled shower and bath, the luxury of gallons of warm water and even her jasmine-scented soap. Pretty soon she'd go in there and help him wash, make sure he scrubbed behind his ears and between his toes. It'd end up in a laughing, sensuous love-making session, either in the tub or on the cold tiled floor, with water splashing everywhere. How wonderful it would be to run her hands over that agile, firmly fleshed body, to hold his little cock teasingly while she lathered it and watched it swell almost to man's size, to rub the white soap suds into all the areas possible of his brown smooth skin, to let her hand linger in the tight crack between his ass cheeks!
And then of course it would be Pepe's turn to do the same to her, and not the least of it would be the way his hard hot tongue swirled around her tits and kissed its way down her white belly, biting gently at her navel while the excitement made her cuntlips pop open and swell long before he ever got that far!
But Gloria was in no hurry. It was all hers, all waiting for nobody but the prim widowed fourth-grade teacher who'd done one daring thing in her whole life-taken this vacation alone. She tossed her head, halfway missing the hairpins that usually controlled her coronet of silver-gold braids, but more than satisfied with the feel of the loose curls on her shoulders. If they could only see me now! I could never explain ... yet it happened so gradually, so naturally, that there never seemed to be a time when I could say: No, I won't do that!
Meantime, Leon was getting more eager, turned on by the moisture and odors that seeped from her plump hairy cuntlips. Burrowing his nose in her mop of pubic hair, his tongue shot out and touched the forward edges of her labia. A thrill of guilty pleasure surged over her. Getting the boy was the big thing, the important event that was changing her whole life. But as a bonus, the dog Leon couldn't be beat.
He nosed in even further and his long wet tongue slurped across the length of her glistening pink slit. Jeez-us, what that did to her! She felt goose bumps springing out all over her relaxed torso, and her tits rose like little pink soldiers, standing out stiffly on their rosy mounds. Putting a hand under each of her white round breasts, she smiled down at herself. Her whole body seemed more sensuous, and looked it too. The exotic sight of a dog between her melting thighs still surprised her and still gave her a guilty perverse thrill, almost as exciting as the physical pleasure he was delivering. She couldn't remember ever in her life, certainly not in her brief marriage, when she'd had all these wonderfully exciting feelings.
Leon lapped gently but steadily, his tongue dragging the small hairs with it so they tugged on the fat pink lips and pulled them farther apart. Then his tongue was actually inside, on the wet red inner membranes, and stroking the clitoral hood with the end of each spine-tingling stroke. She could feel the tiny organ harden as the hood slipped back and all her tissues swelled and parted, to expose not only the growing clit but the vaginal entrance as well. She recognized the feeling of fullness and the way her stomach muscles tightened and then relaxed, as all her nerve endings began to urge her on to climax.
Well, why not? There's plenty more where that came from! She giggled as she recognized the truth of it: the more cums, the better she felt!
"OOOHHHH, I'M CUMMMMINGGG," she moaned, and a second later clamped her mouth shut. Damn, the motel walls were not that thick! If Dan heard her he would certainly wonder, and so would his kids. It was great having the handsome widower to take her dancing and out to dinner, but all the same, she'd be glad when she got Pepe and Leon all to herself, some place where they could make as much noise as they wanted.
She savored the thought even through her explosive but more or less silent orgasm. And this is what came, she thought hazily, of being a good Samaritan. Or could it be, could it possibly be that all along she'd had lewd thoughts and longings ....
CHAPTER TWO
Gloria squirmed in her chair, trying without success to pull the lacey jacket together in front, to cover her brief bikini swim suit. But the jacket was meant to be as much a tease as a cover-up and certainly was never intended as the proper wear in a doctor's waiting room. It wouldn't have mattered-after all, this had been an emergency-except for the hot-eyed looks of the Mexican who'd followed her in from the car and kept trying to talk to her.
She petted the big dog automatically when he whined and shoved his cold nose on her bare leg, licking her salty skin. The poor thing didn't know what was happening, didn't know why he'd lost his young master for the moment. For that matter, everything happened so fast, Gloria herself was hardly sure of the sequence. One minute, she'd been sitting by the pool talking to the youngsters in the next motel room. In fact, they'd been teasing her about the young shoeshine boy who "had a crush," as they said, on the attractive widow.
"Some vacation," Gloria kidded back, "to come all the way to Guadalajara and-look out!"
The last remark was quite involuntary, as she saw the young boy and his dog crossing the highway toward her. At the same moment, a rattly old car pulled from a side street, accelerating all the way, its tires screeching and its motor roaring. Seemingly the driver never saw the boy, even as his fender grazed the young body and sent it spinning through the air, to land with an audible thump at the curb.
Back home in the good old U.S.A., an accident like that would have immediately drawn a crowd of onlookers, police and police cars, and an ambulance. Here, deep in the heart of Mexico, as Gloria discovered, nobody seemed to care. She and the three teenagers ran to help, of course. The shoeshine boy-Pepe, if she'd gotten his name right-was dazed and bloody, but the worst damage seemed to be a deep cut on his head, and possibly a fracture in his right arm.
The motel owner-manager was not to be found, but then, he never was. None of them dared attempt the telephone, not knowing who to call or how to make themselves understood in a foreign language. Then one of the teenagers, the tiny girl with red hair, remembered seeing a Red Cross station not too far away.
They helped the grubby little boy into the front seat of Gloria's car, and his dog, plumed tail waving, crept into the back. She'd found the Red Cross station just as the boy began to come to, and a nurse had helped take him behind the closed operating room door. Gloria intended to wait at least until someone told her how he was. It wasn't her responsibility, of course, but she simply couldn't walk off now.
The lecherous looking Mexican had followed her in from the street. "You in trouble, lady? I'm a lawyer, I speak English, I'll help."
"No, I'm not in trouble," she answered shortly. "I don't need your help."
But he still hung around, his shifty black eyes taking in every detail of her tanned, rounded body, her mop of golden braids, her red polka-dot bikini that clung to her swelling breasts and hips under the inadequate white lace jacket.
Gloria hung on to her purse, although there wasn't much in it-just her keys, cigarettes, a few hundred pesos. The man didn't look like a sneak thief, but then, he didn't look much like a lawyer either. At any rate, he couldn't be a very successful one as his blue pinstriped suit was smeared with stains and his bare feet were thrust into cracked leather shoes.
Finally, to her great relief, the door opened and the nurse brought the shoeshine boy into the waiting room. He had a great white bandage wound round his head, and one arm was in a sling, but otherwise he looked okay. The dog greeted him with high whines and snuffles, while he grinned shyly up at Gloria.
She had to admit the "lawyer" was helpful then, as the nurse spoke no English. The fee was 200 pesos, only about sixteen dollars, which Gloria paid gladly. And the doctor wanted Pepe kept quiet for a few days, plenty of good food and rest. His arm was only sprained, not broken. The American's heart sank when she heard that, imagining the crowded home he probably came from. And surely the family needed his earnings, or he would be in school instead of trying to earn a few pesos shining shoes.
She quizzed the boy, once they were in the car. He spoke some English, he said he'd learned it from the tourists.
"Where is your home? I'll drive you there."
"Pepe got no home," he said, cheerfully. "No home, no Mama, no Papa. But don' worry about us, Senorita. Leon an' I, we sleep outside your door."
She looked down at him, shocked, and for a moment the rented car swerved in the traffic until she regained control. Those eyes! Like big brown moist pools, shining in the grubby little face! And the look of adoration he gave her went right to her heart. She didn't think anybody in the world had ever looked at her that way before.
This whole vacation was turning out to be impossible, so different from what she'd expected that she felt she was losing control of her life, that it was swerving as the car had swerved a moment before. In the first place, there'd been three of them; three fourth-grade teachers who saved their money, talked to travel agents, read highly colored brochures and dreamed about dancing under the Mexican stars. They'd planned it for so long! And then at practically the last minute, everything fell apart. Ruth's mother had a stroke, so she had to cancel. And Marylin became engaged to the football coach, the one all the teachers had been eyeing for two years.
Gloria bravely decided to take the trip by herself. She flew to the Guadalajara airport, picked up her rental car and drove to the motel. At first she was disappointed; nothing was happening, no glamour, no excitement, no-face it, no men! Except of course for the handsome gray-haired gentleman in charge of the three teenagers, and he seemed to be busy all the time.
It wasn't that Gloria expected any permanent relationship to develop from whatever man she might meet on vacation-though they couldn't hang a girl for hoping! No, what she looked for was romance, something different than the daily grind of teaching and going to the Saturday night movie. Naturally a widowed teacher in a small town wasn't going to have any sexual outlets, and the past year had brought her desires to fever pitch. It seemed to her now, in her thirty-third year of life, that her sexual drives were stronger than they'd ever been.
All these thoughts skimmed through her mind as she drove toward the motel, trying to reach a decision about Pepe. It was ridiculous to think of him sleeping on the mat outside her motel door, but she was afraid he might do just that. He'd fallen for her hard, the very day she arrived, and ever since had spent half the day hanging around the motel. Now, since she'd helped him after the accident, his adoration was complete and uncomplicated. He put his grubby hand on her bare knee and she knew there was nothing else to be said, she'd at least have to take care of him until his head and arm healed.
The motel seemed totally deserted when she pulled in and took a sleepy Pepe to her room. The dog followed, of course, and sank contentedly on the coolness of the tile floor, as ready for a nap as was his young master. Gloria opened a Coke from the cooler she'd bought and fell into the big chair. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Her big ideas of romance had come down to this, nursing a small boy and his dog!
Leon cocked his big head when she laughed out loud, and slowly got up and padded over to her. He looked to be part collie and part German shepherd, with the feathery brown-and-white coat of a collie. He poked his snout at her and its chill moistness gave her a shiver.
"Good dog, Leon," she said, patting his head.
He was such a big dog that when he stood in front of her, his head rested between her open thighs. Without thinking, she let her legs fall open wider and Leon took it as an invitation. Pushing his nose in tight against the crotch of her bikini bottom, where the dotted red fabric barely contained her pubic bulge, he began to lick at the inside of her thighs. She shouldn't let him do it, she knew, but it felt so darned good! She twined her fingers in the thick hair of his head and said, "Good old fellow! Don't you wish it were a hot bitch you were licking?"
Then she had to laugh at herself again, because if she wasn't a hot bitch at this point, she didn't know who was!
Regretfully she shoved his head away and stood up. She'd better shower while Pepe was napping, and maybe stretch out on the bed too. Later, she could get the motel manager to give her a room with twins. She stripped off the lace jacket and unbuttoned the red bra top, letting it slide off her arms with a feeling of relief. Little beads of sweat curled under her high-set breasts. Instead of lying down again, Leon stood and watched her, his tail wagging gently.
"What's the matter, boy, you thirsty too? Wait a minute and I'll find something to give you a drink in."
She rolled the tight bikini pants down her thighs, trying to free them from her perspiration-damp flesh. Bending down to pull them off one leg and then another, she felt the coolness of air on her backside and then, suddenly, something else cool and moist that poked in between the round white ass cheeks. Gloria jumped a little, knowing it was the dog, but still feeling a flash of pure hot sexuality leap through her. She turned and shoved at his muzzle and he moved, but only enough to stick his nose in her crotch from in front.
Gloria stood there a moment spraddle-legged, the tile cool beneath her bare feet and the cool nose bumping the end of her slit, just above her clitoris. Then the dog put out his long red tongue and lapped between her legs, right up into her already horny crotch. "Mmmmmm, that feels good," she murmured.
She knew it was foolish, but she couldn't resist sitting back in the chair, totally naked, just to see what Leon would do. He moved in quickly, his tongue going faster and harder so it pushed its way through the puffy outer labia and slithered against the sensitive nerve-rich entrance to her cunt. Gloria slid lower in the chair and then his heavy lapping took in all of her slit from puckered anus to the clitoral hood.
She shot a quick glance at the bed, but the little boy was fast asleep, breathing heavily with his rosy mouth open.
"Aaaalll right, Leon!" She was sure the dog didn't know what he was doing, but she couldn't help it, it felt so heavenly! And what harm was it, after all? "Come on, boy, don't stop now!"
She spread her own cuntlips wider with her fingers so the tip of the dog's tongue repeatedly slapped against her viscous red inner flesh, as if it wanted to bore its way right inside her eagerly palpitating cunt. She licked her lips and watched that long snaky tongue, rough on the upperside, practically scooping up the moisture that seeped from her inner walls.
Her vagina began to contract and release, contract and release, as she bore down harder on the cock-like tongue. It was almost like fucking! It was sure as hell better than masturbation, because she could never give herself the indescribable thrills she was experiencing.
"Oh, Leon," she whimpered, and then total sexuality took over, shaking her body as if she were a rag doll. She didn't care at the moment where she was or whether it was a dog or a man-all she knew was that her pent-up release was near at hand.
Gloria slid right out of the chair onto a thick wool rug, flat on her back so she could open her throbbing cunt more completely to Leon's vigorous tonguing. The dog hardly missed a beat but stood over her lewd sprawled body, lapping harder as if he sensed her approaching cum.
Looking up, she saw with a little shock that the dog was as horny as she was! He had a hard-on that dangled just inches from her eyes, and she stared at it in fascination. The slick red organ extended from its dark sheath, looking sore and swollen as it bobbed back and forth with the sway of his movements. She reached up and touched it, momentarily distracted, and it felt as hot and slick as it looked.
Just as her slender fingers curled around it, Leon changed his steady lapping stroke and seemed. impossible as it was, to concentrate on her hard emerging clitoris. He licked it wetly, his tongue sliding off one side of the tense little organ.
"N-NO!" she said sharply, jerking her hips back. She knew that ecstatic as it was at the moment, too much attention to that sensitive clit would block emotion and even become painful. But the dog went back to poking his hard tongue toward her cunthole, only now and then darting back for a quick attack on the clitoris.
"OH, MY GOD," she said loudly, rocking her ass up to meet his stroking tongue. "AAAYYYIIGGG! JEEEEZZZUUSSSS!"
She grabbed an ankle in either hand and rocked back and forth, caught in the surge of a powerful orgasm. As her body thrashed on the floor, the big dog seemed to sigh and then lay down beside her, his tongue busily licking his neglected hard-on.
Gloria got back in the chair and picked up her half-warm Coke, with an apprehensive glance at the boy on the bed. He was still sleeping soundly and she realized that no more than five or ten minutes could have passed while she was lewdly engaged with his dog. But what a difference those few minutes made to her! For the first time in months, it seemed, she and her body belonged under the same skin. She still felt sexually aroused but comfortably so, no longer tense and on edge. The muscles in the back of her neck, that pained her so when she was tired, were relaxed and easy. It may be wicked and perverse to have a dog lick your cunt like that, she thought, but it was the next best thing to fucking!
She'd hardly finished the Coke and decided again on a shower when the knock came at the door. Hastily pulling on a robe, she figured it would be the teenagers who'd helped load the boy into her car. They'd have noticed the car was back, and would be wondering what happened.
The smile on her face died when she opened the door.
It was the Mexican, the one who claimed to be a lawyer, and who-she realized-must have followed her back to the motel.
"Miss," he said with a persuasive smile, "I came for the boy, for little Pepe. I come to take him away, to a good place, so you can enjoy your vacation without worry."
Instinctively she tried to close the door, but his foot was somehow in the way. "What-what's it to you?" she asked bluntly. "You don't even know him!"
"Oh, but yes, I think a while. I think, where do I see this boy before? And then I remember, he is shoeshine boy from the mercado, the big market. And so I go there and ask. He has grandma, this boy, and I talk to her. Don't bother the tourist lady, his grandma say, but bring the little one home to me."
She remembered Pepe saying, "No Mama, no Papa, no home." He never actually said he had no grandmother or other relatives, but all the same she didn't believe this dirty-eyed lawyer.
"What are you getting out of it?"
He bowed and smiled. "You like to tip me, miss, that's okay. Better a little tip than being in trouble, isn't it? You on vacation, you no want little boy around bothering you."
She didn't know what to say. It made sense, but at the same time she knew she wasn't going to let the boy go.
"He's asleep," she said. "When he wakes up, I'll ask him. Here, just a minute-" she fumbled with her purse, brought out a blue fifty peso note. Four dollars? Worth it to get rid of him. "When he wakes up, I'll take him wherever he wants to go."
But the man made no move to take the money. His smile broadened and he said, "You like little boys, no? I bring you one better, one who doesn't have cuts and broken arm. Don't worry, miss. Whatever you want, Ramon bring you!"
The meaning of his words was just beginning to seep into her when she saw the teenagers and their handsome chaperone climbing the motel steps. They saw her at the same time, and obviously the man grasped the situation at once. A couple of long strides and he was there, elbowing Ramon aside.
"Is this man bothering you?"
She hardly needed to answer. Ramon eeled out of the doorway and down the steps, looking back once to give her an oily grin of complicity. "I see you soon, Miss!" he called.
Gloria heaved a sigh of relief and began to explain to the Americans what had happened.
CHAPTER THREE
Gloria eventually did have her shower, and hurried into a halter-neck dress, vivid green against her rosy tan and pale silvery-gold hair. She re-coiled her braids smoothly around her head and, with a last look at the sleeping Pepe, knocked on the Americans' door. They wanted to hear the whole story, they said; she must come and have drinks with them.
The older man introduced himself as Dan Thompson, from San Francisco; and she could see that despite his handsome crop of silvery hair, he was barely forty years old. She looked around the room, the one directly next to hers, and was relieved to see that it was a sitting room, not a bedroom. Since Dan was gone most of the time and the youngsters outdoors, there was little chance of her having been overheard.
"My daughter Amy, my son Mike, and their cousin Sara. Now sit down, Mrs. Stanton-it is Mrs. Stanton, isn't it? Here's something that will cool you off."
Gloria accepted the drink and said, "Please call me Gloria. Yes, it was Mrs., I'm a widow, but I'm not much on formality."
Dan beamed at her. "Good, good. Now tell us everything that happened, Gloria. I'm sure your little orphan will be all right, and if we leave both doors open, he can find you when he wakes up."
It was a relief to her to unload the story of her day, and the tentative conclusions she'd come to. She watched their faces and saw nothing but approval when she came to the part of Ramon.
"Of course you couldn't let him take Pepe," Sara said. She was the tiny girl with the vivid red hair, Dan's niece. "Who knows what he might be up to!"
"I wish he'd given you a card," Dan said thoughtfully. "Then I might have been able to find out something about him."
"A card?" Gloria didn't quite understand.
"A business card. Mexicans usually do, and if you see him again, ask for his. If he's a lawyer, he'll have one." Dan went on to explain that his business was buying Mexican handicrafts to be exported to the States, and that he sold to some of the largest chains of department stores throughout the country.
They chatted pleasantly over their drinks and the three young people took it upon themselves to check on Pepe from time to time. "He may sleep the night through," Amy said reassuringly. "After all, he's had quite a shock."
Somehow, she wasn't quite sure how, it developed that Gloria and Dan were going to dinner together. The teenagers not only volunteered to take turns eating, so one would always be with Pepe, but to get the manager to move a cot into the room.
"We want to help," Mike said winningly, "after all, we're all gringos together."
Gloria picked up a shawl and her purse, and put a cool hand on her little Mexican's forehead. He did seem to be sleeping naturally. She very much wanted to go out with the charming American, but at the same time, she hated to leave the boy. It didn't really make sense because tonight's date was exactly what she'd been aiming for when she planned the vacation.
Over cocktails, Dan told her that he was divorced. "The children spend the summers with me, and they like to go on my buying trips. Sara too-she's an only child and has always been very close to my children."
Gloria felt as if she were in a dream, or-better yet-in one of the glossy brochures advertising "beautiful Guadalajara with its wealth of fine restaurants." They sat on a terrace overlooking landscaped grounds and a pool. The white-coated waiter was deft and attentive. All around them, well-dressed people talked and laughed against a background of soft music from a string trio.
Best of all was Dan, her handsome escort. Even though she told herself he must know hundreds of women, more beautiful and sophisticated than herself, she couldn't deny that he was attracted to her. Over coffee, he said as much.
Even though he made a joke of it, with his warm hazel eyes fixed on hers, she couldn't help but believe him. "Those kids have been trying to get me married off for years," he complained laughingly, "but they always insist on the right of approval. You've really made a-hit with them, Gloria. Notice how they practically pushed us out the door together?"
She wondered if all the Thompsons would be as enchanted with her if they could see her, any week day during the school year, make-upless and prim in front of a fourth-grade classroom.
She knew that Dan was disappointed when she insisted on going home early, but he yielded. "I suppose you really are tired," he said, "but get a good night's sleep, and we'll try again."
Though all the lights were on, her room was empty when she returned-except for the dog Leon, who greeted her with tail-waggings and muted barks. Pepe must have wakened and gone out to eat with Dan's kids. Kicking off her shoes, Gloria looked around, vaguely discontented. She wasn't sure she liked all the help she was getting; almost, she'd rather have Pepe to herself.
On the other hand, there was Leon.
The big dog padded around behind her and, shoving his nose up under her skirt, sniffed at her anus. She could feel his cold nose through the tight constriction of her nylon panties, and once again it roused feelings of sexual excitement, feelings that distressed her by their lewd strength. She knew that the evening with Dan was what had really turned her on, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it. Even if he'd made a pass, she couldn't have gone along with it-not on the first date. At least that was how things were in Leesville, Ohio, if she ever wanted to see him again. Meantime, she had Leon.
There was really no use fighting it. Leon could satisfy her driving sexual needs-and the best part was, he'd never talk about it! It might be perverse, and indeed she knew it was, but it was also safe. God knows she'd never needed fucking worse in her life and Leon's tongue was the next best thing.
The dog was more than willing. He seemed to sense her mood and whined eagerly while she took off dress, bra, and slipped her shoes and panties off. When she sat naked in the same big chair and spread her legs, the familiar lapping began immediately. And the same warm feeling hit the pit of her belly and spread outward, more quickly than before. "Heaven help me," she whispered to herself as she slid her butt to the edge of the chair. Even that didn't feel exactly right, so she raised her knees and grasped one in each hand, leaving her entire private genital area open to the eager, exciting tongue.
She knew she was oozing fluid from her cunt, knew that the dog could smell it and taste it. He loved it, obviously, as he scooped from her asshole to her clit with warm rough strokes of his talented tongue. For a moment he seemed to bore into her anus and she cried out with startled pleasure. "OOOOHHH! LEON!"
He worked his way forward little by little, probing again at the hungry place where a cock would go, savoring the juices and their musky scent.
"Ooohhhh," she cried despairingly, "if you were only a man!" Seized by an insane impulse to pretend, she slid again onto the floor, landing on the thick wool rug once more. When she closed her eyes she could imagine that was a handsome lover-maybe even Dan Thompson?-tantalizing her with his withheld cock, dragging it teasingly over her sensitive labia, as she jerked and bored upward in response.
His tongue seemed to become rougher and more greedy, as it swept the length of her puffy hairy slit, separating the outer lips and hitting again and again on her wet oozing cuntmouth. Her excitement built and she knew the feeling of fullness, of swelling and expanding at the same time, as her nerve-rich tissues puffed and parted to open the way to her hungry vagina.
"GODDDDD," she screamed. "OH, DO IT, YOU CRAZY DOG, DO ITTT!"
She pulled her knees wide apart with her hands and arched upward and still couldn't seem to expose herself enough to the thrilling movements of his tongue. Her feet churned in the air as she switched her hips from side to side, and he seemed to understand. His tongue hit first on one side of her clit, and then the other. The hard little nubbin, like a miniature cock, pushed its shiny way free of its hood and quaked so that stabs of electricity shot through her entire super-sensitive body.
"OMIGOD I'M CUMMING," she cried out, jerking up and down as if she were truly being fucked and fucking back. "JEEZZUS, LEON, DON'T STOP NOW!"
The spasms of her climax seemed to gather near her anus and pulse outward, wave upon wave. Her hands wanted something to hold on to and she reached out blindly, grabbing handfuls of his thick fur and pulling his big body closer. She sagged against him, unable to stop trembling and rubbed her face in his warm comforting side.
"Wow, Leon," she said finally, "you are one helluva dog."
Suddenly remembering where she was, and that Pepe and the other kids might return at any moment, she began to struggle to her feet, using Leon's sturdiness to pull herself up, but the dog had different ideas. He nosed her chest and, off balance, she fell backward. Immediately his hot tongue went back to its lapping.
"C'mon now, you nice dog," she said, laughing. "Fun's over, good dog, time to quit."
The dog ignored her command, and she weakly let him back at her juicy cuntlips. Just one more minute, she told herself, knowing a second climax was hovering near, that it would only take a few more hot probes to send waves of ecstasy over her again. Just one more small cum and then I'll get up and....
Leon was standing facing her and when she opened her eyes, she could see under his body the bright red of his cock, so hard and long it was almost dragging on the floor. Poor doggie, he'd have to finish himself off again with his tongue. Or did animals care? She'd seen dogs lying down licking their red cocks, seemingly unconcerned, and she'd seen them get hard-ons with no visible stimulation. The thought of all that canine sexuality going to waste was positively dizzying, and she closed her eyes against it. The poor females, poor bitches, who could only take it when they were ready to conceive!
The small spasms of a climax overcame her. It seemed as if Leon's tongue was harder, firmer, aimed more directly at her cuntal mouth, jolting her with its attempted entry. Even as her pussy lips quivered open and shut in her orgasm, the tongue tip was gaining entrance and making the minor climax into a wildly sweeping one.
But it wasn't until she felt the hot breath on her face and the wet tongue sloshed over one tit that she realized the truth.
:'OH, NOOOO! YOU'RE FUCK ... NO! LEON, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" she screamed all in one breath.
She faintly realized that the dog's warm heavy body was settling on top of her, gently yet inexorably, while his hind quarters moved spasmodically, driving the long red cock deep inside her wet ready pussy. She had no control at all, not over the dog or even over her own body. Her cunt stretched itself to take the length and hard thickness of the dog's cock, her lubricating juices flowed more freely than ever.
Still under the spell of her overwhelming cum, she stared glassy-eyed at the big head and lolling tongue on her flattened white breasts. He was, he was really fucking her! There was no mistaking the length and hardness of that piercing organ! Dazedly she realized that while it might not be as thick as a man's, this was more than overcome by its length and rigidity. And while her mind might tell itself in horror that it was a dog, an animal, that was boring its hard penis in her cunt, her body obviously couldn't care less!
The pointed cockhead plowed and surged in fast hard thrusts, hitting the whole length of her vaginal barrel and pushing against its innermost end. It was so much, so very much the sensation she'd been wanting, the fantastic fullness and fulfillment that only a cock inside her body could bring, that Gloria barely hesitated. She couldn't get out of it anyway, her mind rationalized, Leon was too big and heavy. And his strength was such that even if she were in better position, in which she could exert leverage against him, she might not succeed. As it was, bracing her feet and elbows against the floor and pressing upward only brought her into closer lewd contact with his fantastic surging cock! What was the old saying? If you can't fight 'em, join 'em!
Once her mind had worked all that out, in less time than it takes to tell it, she had to go with it all the way.
"Oh, you beautiful brute," she crooned, "you've got me now, haven't you? You've got me and I love it! If Leesville Elementary could only see me now, bare-ass naked and flat on my back, having the time of my life with a dog!"
Even in the middle of ecstatically pounding back at his hairy cock, she had to laugh. Tenure or no tenure, she wouldn't be teaching long if this ever got out! Teaching, shit! She'd be run out of town so fast she'd be nothing but a blur on the landscape! Remembering her sour-faced principal and the other teachers she had to laugh again. "Fuck 'em all!"
But no. "Fuck Leon, fuck a dog ... FUCK ME, YOU DAMN GORGEOUS BEAST! PLUNGE YOUR HARD PECKER IN MY CUNT AND FUCKMEEEE!"
Leon seemed to like the sound of her hysterical screams. He whined happily and licked one of her hard rosy-red tits, and that too sent a stab of excitement through her. She tried her best to wind her legs around his hairy loins, but he was moving too rapidly and his body was too thick. So her feet flopped in the air, while her arms grabbed him around his middle and her hands clutched his shaggy fur.
She felt as if she would never cum again, as if she could keep pounding back at good old Leon for the rest of her life and enjoy every minute of it! His slick red cock slid in and out as rapidly as his strong hind quarters could send it, and with every movement her needy cunt clung to it, the pink viscous flesh clinging as if afraid to let go.
And something more was happening, something that puzzled her even in the midst of her lewd passion. In spite of its slick appearance, Leon's cock seemed to have a bump on it near the base, a lump that rubbed now against her erect clitoris, now over the wet surfaces of her inner labia. And there was as well an extra bonus in the tickling of his hairy balls across her ass, and the warm plushy feel of his belly with its plumes of thick hair.
She jerked hard against him, waves of pleasure washing over her at the contact against her velvety membranes. While his haunches quivered and gathered together in their downward drive, her ass clenched and bounced her up against him. The friction was so tremendous that her cunt burned even through its soothing thick lubrication. But it was a burning that she loved, a totally new sensation that left her gasping and giddy.
If it had been a man, a person, she realized, at least part of her attention would have gone into his thoughts and feelings and satisfactions. But now, when she needed sex worse than ever before in her life, she could have it pure and unadulterated!
"Won't ... fall in love ... with you, Leon," she panted, "just LOVE YOUR COCK!"
Once that realization dawned on her, she abandoned herself completely to the lewd beastly action, moaning ever louder, whimpering little obscenities, words she'd never even spoken aloud before. "Fuck ... my ass ... shit, baby, but you're good ... hit m'cunt harder, HARDER, HARRDERRR!"
The hairpins that kept her tight braids in place flew across the tiled floor, and the braids themselves loosened and fell into kinky, curly twists. When she switched her head from side to side in the height of her passion, the pale blonde strands swept across her face and into her eyes and mouth. Her hands gripped the dog's body as if she were drowning and he was a lifesaver. Her boobs flopped up and down with the movement of her driving, agile back, and the sweat stood out everywhere on her shapely white body.
Every driving fuck seemed to send her body sliding away from him, and she loved the way his forepaws firmly but gently pulled her back. This wasn't the normal position for dogs fucking, she knew, and she felt he understood the difference. All the same small red lines and scratches began to appear on her smooth shoulders and forearms, and so she began thrusting her own body back under his to help him, and to protect her skin.
Her orgasm took a long time building, partly because she wanted it too, she wanted this thrilling interlude to last as long as possible. But her body began to take charge in an unmistakable way, forcing her to want the climax desperately even as she tried to postpone it. Wave upon wave swept through her, her stomach muscles knotting and releasing, each time taking her a little further along the path.
"Oh, please," she panted, hardly knowing what she was saying, "please PLEASE FUCK ME ... I'M CUMMING CUMMING ... NOW NOW NOWWW!"
She squeezed her thighs tightly together over his cock, rubbing her clitoris in the process, squeezing out the orgasm that would neither come nor let her go. Finally, while she hugged his furry body tightly, the tension released her and the long floating waves carried her in to shore. Colorful images danced through her mind and she sighed deeply, not even knowing she'd been holding her breath for the long tightly wound-up moments.
While all this was happening to Gloria, Leon fucked sturdily on, rhythmically and without a change or break. She wanted free now, but how was she going to convey that to a dog? Her cunt seemed ultra sensitive and demanded release, but she had no idea what to do about it.
Just as the sensitivity almost became pain and she thought she'd have to scream with the pounding intensity of it, inspiration hit her. Leaning up as far as she could, she reached and stretched under his pile-driving body. Her hands found his furry balls and cupped them, increasing the pressure little by little as she discovered what he could endure. She didn't want to hurt her darling Leon!
It worked. The dog began to moan and his eyes squeezed shut as his tongue lolled dripping out of his drawn-back mouth. His cock inside her buzzed like a vibrator and it went on and on, as he hunched powerfully against her, again using his forepaws to hold her body close.
Her vagina was so fantastically sensitized that she believed she could feel every drop of his hot jism shoot into it! Leon panted heavily, drooling over her face and tits as he collapsed in the final tremors.
Much relieved, Gloria began to inch her way out from under him and found, to her sharp dismay, that they were still connected! Vaguely she remembered hearing of this or seeing it, dogs that had finished fucking but couldn't separate. She'd always believed it was the bitch's tight cunt muscles that wouldn't let go, a natural effort to drain the last drop of sperm and make sure she was impregnated.
But this, oddly, seemed to have something to do with the two hard swellings she'd enjoyed so much, when his slick organ plunged into her. She began to panic. With his weight on her, she could hardly breathe! Yet any move toward separation seemed to tear painfully at her sore cunt.
Leon himself wanted to be loose, and tried backing away. She tried to brace herself but willy-nilly, she was dragged with him. Not only that, but it grew more painful every minute! She decided she'd have to put up with the moment of pain, in order to end it.
Grasping the leg of the bed which was barely in her reach, she tried to pull backward. Suddenly, startling her into letting go, a small voice cried out.
"Wait, wait, miss! You'll hurt yourself!"
Body frozen and jaw sagging, Gloria looked up. There in the bathroom doorway stood Pepe, bare except for a towel wrapped around his loins. Embarrassed and humiliated, but wholly captive, she lay there while he ran to his dog and knelt beside him. Letting loose a flood of Spanish which meant nothing to her. Pepe petted and soothed the animal.
"He be all right in just a minute, you see!" He smiled at his American protector with a bright flash of teeth, as if this was the most ordinary happening in the world.
In any case, he was right. Before many minutes had passed, she could feel the hard knot inside her cunt loosening, and then the slick red sheath pulled out slowly and painlessly. So exhausted that she hardly cared what was happening, Gloria fell back on the rug. Her mind tried to work, tried to shame her for what the boy had witnessed, but it was rough going for her conscience. She had enjoyed herself so thoroughly, and was so completely, sexually exhausted!
Before she could formulate all these thoughts and decide what to say to the little boy, he was kneeling over her and petting her much as he had the dog. He sat on the floor and put her head in his lap, brushing away the damp strands of hair that wisped across her face. Looking up into those deep brown eyes, she felt comforted and relieved. Without understanding one word of his torrent of Spanish, she knew he was saying she was beautiful and that he loved her.
"Chula, chula," he crooned. "Mi mamacita, I am glad Leon make you happy. Pepe too, he make you happy all the time...."
Suddenly aware that she was lying stark naked on the floor, her huge breasts and damp muff open to his gaze, she thought that little Pepe wasn't even as old as her fourth-grade students! At least he wasn't as tall, and she'd figured all along that he was about eight years old.
Gloria stumbled to her feet and tied a robe around herself, feeling better immediately. While Pepe picked up the hairpins scattered over the floor, and Leon licked his slowly receding hard-on, she tried to think what to say to the boy. She picked up her hair brush and began to stroke vigorously.
"Pepe ... where were you? Were you in the bathroom all that time when I...?" the words stuck in her throat. "Pepe, I'm sorry, what I did with your dog was wrong. It was very wrong and I'm sorry you saw it."
He put the hairpins on the dresser and smiled. "I don't think it was wrong, mamacita. But I know something better."
Then he remembered his new enthusiasm, and turned to smile at her-that smile that lit up his face and was half his charm. "You know what, miss? In that room-" gesturing toward the bathroom-"there are faucets and water that never stops! Even the hot water, comprendes, agua caliente, it comes and comes and comes!"
She realized that the little boy had probably never seen a bathroom before, and to him it must be like a miracle. So that was where he'd been while she and the dog had been fucking so wildly! Soaking in the tub, from the looks of his shriveled fingers and toes, and using plenty of her scented soap, by the fragrance that wafted through the room!
"Come and have bath with me, shower too," Pepe wheedled. "You're all hot and sweaty now, but I wash you good! You come and, how you say? Relax! Believe me, miss, I don' use all the hot water, there is plenty for everyone."
She was certainly tempted. A long hot soak and his hard little fingers moving over her body, lathering up her throat and breasts and-Why Gloria Stanton, you pervert you! A dog isn't enough for you, now you 're going to corrupt this sweet little boy! And it was his innocence, she decided, that made him so sweet and loveable. He had no concept of privacy, living as he did, and so he accepted things which an American boy would know were wrong.
His coaxing voice broke into her thoughts. "Pepe love you too, miss, like Leon, only better. See?" He unknotted the towel around his middle and dropped it.
The rampant erection he showed his new guardian spoke more plainly than words. Gloria was seized with the impulse to drop to her knees and kiss it, hold it in her hands, cover it with the wet melting kisses that were a waste as far as Leon was concerned. It was such a beautiful little cock, so smooth, and flushed a rosy pink, and obviously glowing with cleanliness. Her thumbs would pull back the foreskin while.....
No, damn it! "Go to bed, Pepe," she said coldly. "I see they brought your cot. We'll talk all this over in the morning."
CHAPTER FOUR
"This is the best bacon I've ever eaten," young Mike said.
"And papaya," his cousin added. "Of course I've never had it before, but this has got to be the greatest!"
Gloria looked around the breakfast table and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a loving, supporting family like this. Of course they'd taken her in as one of themselves but it was only an illusion; after the two weeks vacation, she would go her way and they'd go theirs.
And Pepe?
She looked at the little boy sitting at her elbow, busily scooping beans onto a tortilla, adding some fried egg and hot sauce. He was alone too (never mind what that nasty Ramon said), so why couldn't they make a family together, the two of them? She'd read an article recently about single women-and men too-who were adopting children. Not babies of course, but then Pepe was hardly a baby. If she could take him home with her ... of course, he would be the only Mexican in Leesville. And no matter what single people were doing elsewhere, in her home town they certainly weren't adopting young children!
As if he'd read her mind, Dan said: "I've been doing some heavy thinking about your problem, Gloria. Would you want to keep Pepe, that is, adopt him?"
Her voice trembled. "But what if that nasty Ramon is right? What if he really does have a grandmother?"
Dan didn't seem to think that was any real problem. "A few hundred pesos would take care of her. Especially if she knew the boy would have a good home. But let's find out." He turned to the little boy and spoke rapidly in Spanish. Pepe answered, and Dan probed some more. He finally turned away, satisfied.
"He's been taking care of the old woman because he felt sorry for her, but as far as he knows, he has no living relatives."
Gloria was doubly glad she hadn't given in to her lewd and lascivious desires with Pepe the night before. If anything like that were going on, the gossips of Leesville would surely find it out! As it was, she could take him home with a clear conscience.
"By the way, Dad," Amy put in, "whatever Ramon is trying to pull, he hasn't given up. He was hanging around here last night with a pal, a real fat greasy looking dude."
Dan frowned. "I wish I knew what he was after, but never mind him. I know a lawyer, a good one, and I'll talk to him this afternoon. If you really want to go through with this, Gloria, I'll make an appointment for you."
She looked down at the handsome little boy. She must be out of her mind, to think of taking on this responsibility. But he smiled up at her and placidly said, "You be my new mama, Miss? Take Pepe to the Estados Unidos where there's hot water all the time, verdad?"
They all laughed at this, because Gloria had told them of his fascination with the bathtub and shower.
"You're so good to me," she said gratefully, "and I don't know why you bother. You must have plenty of your own worries and business problems."
"Of course there's a price to it." Dan put his napkin down and leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach appreciatively. "What a breakfast! But you see, I expect you to go out with me tonight and tomorrow night ... and the kids do too, so they won't have the old man looking over their shoulder all the time."
Amy and Mike agreed laughingly, though Gloria noticed little Sara, the redheaded niece, hadn't anything to say. In fact, she looked rather sulky. Did the child have a crush on her uncle? Probably, but she'd grow out of it.
Gloria took Pepe shopping that morning, buying him jeans and shirts and underwear and swimming trunks. The boy was thrilled of course, and even if the adoption never went through, she was glad to do it. Back in the motel room, Pepe insisted on trying everything on once more, even each pair of Jockey shorts, although they were all identical. He had no self-consciousness about stripping completely in front of her. Gloria wished he would be more careful, but she didn't know how to tell him. And meantime, the sight of his small yet perfectly formed body was turning her on.
If there's any sex between us, she told herself, I can never take him back to Leesville. It'll show, or in his innocence he'll give it away. But oh, God, that sweet little cock, that tiny ass....
Pepe had his own ideas. He'd fallen in love with the dainty blonde at first sight, and couldn't help but follow her just to get a look at her slim yet voluptuous figure, and her silver-yellow crown of braids. Of course it was a childish sort of love, as he never expected even to be alone with the object of his adoration. In fact his life hadn't taught him to expect much from anyone. He'd lived by his wits and his smile for as long as he could remember, and dimly had expected life would always be this way. His natural intelligence helped him pick up English from the tourists, but he could neither read nor write in either language.
The boy could hardly believe it when the gringa lady took him to the hospital, paid the bill and even waited for him, taking him home with her to that paradise of sufficient food and quantities of soap and water. In this world, you paid for everything you got; so what was it Gloria wanted in return? He thought he knew, but he also shrewdly suspected that she wasn't herself aware of her needs. Wanting only to repay her and make her as happy as he was, he still realized he couldn't come right out and say so. She might get mad if he did, and turn him out of this room and right out of her life.
There was another point that Pepe had to consider. Although he was several years older than Gloria thought-he wasn't really sure of his own age-he'd never actually fucked anyone. The mechanics of it were no mystery to him, there was little privacy or secrecy where he'd grown up-but knowing about a thing and doing it himself were not the same.
Pepe decided the best time to try would be after lunch, or comida as he called it. Everyone in the world took a siesta after comida, didn't they? So when the time came and his luscious new mama stretched out on her bed, he would do his best to introduce her and himself into the exciting pleasures he felt they both wanted. He didn't know that gringos were not in the siesta habit, but luck was playing on his side.
The strain of shopping in unfamiliar circumstances and with the language barrier did indeed tire Gloria. She'd meant to go somewhere nice for lunch, but settled on the motel as being easier. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she'd go to one of the glamorous places she'd read about. And when Pepe yawned openly over his meal, she had to admit she could use a nap herself.
It was strange and yet somehow natural to have the boy on his cot and the big dog sleeping on the rug beside the bed. With the blinds closed, only the dimmest light penetrated to the motel room. She showered and douched, suddenly conscious that she'd forgotten to the night before. And my God, that meant her cunt was still full of canine sperm! In a way the thought repelled her but in another, it was curiously exciting. Thank goodness she wouldn't be able to conceive by the animal!
Pepe wanted desperately to peek into the bathroom and see what it was she did with that rubber bag and hose and long black nozzle, but he was afraid to try and consoled himself with the thought that some time soon, he'd be right there in the bathroom with her.
Shivering in his excitement, he lay in the narrow cot and waited for her to settle into her bed. He could see her silhouette coming out of the bathroom, and knew she was wearing that pretty filmy garment that had been hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She yawned and stretched, and he caught the tantalizing movement of the nylon nightie as it lifted with the movement of her arms, almost above her blonde bush. For himself, he had a hard-on that was bigger than he'd ever experienced before and he fingered it, knowing that it was wrong to touch himself but unable to keep his hands away.
Gloria was as conscious of Pepe as he was of her, although in a different way. I'm going to be his mother, she told herself, and mothers are not , sexually attracted to their young sons. It may not have been incest in reality, but it was too close for comfort. She tried to remember whether incest meant only blood relatives, and felt sure it meant relatives by marriage as well, which probably included adoption too. In any case, she definitely was not going to lean over that cot and kiss him good night-or good afternoon, as it were.
She relaxed under the thin sheet and wondered how soon she dared let Dan Thompson kiss her and, well, whatever else it was he might do. Her body felt hot and, in spite of the douche, she seemed to smell as well as feel a certain moisture in her crotch, a visible and odorous signal of the sex life her body craved. If she'd been alone with Leon, she might have let the dog lick her snatch into orgasm again, maybe even fuck her although that was wrong, it was worse than simply letting him lick her ....
A small warm hand shoved the sheet another inch down, enough to expose her lovely white breasts to the cooler air of the room. Opening her eyes, she saw Pepe looking down at her, his glistening brown eyes full of the adoration that almost made her wreck the car the day before. She blinked at him sleepily, not bothering to pull the sheet back in place.
"Mama," he said, "mi mamacita, I have something for you."
She turned her head on the pillow and there, inches from her eyes, was his almost man-sized cock, fully erect. It was beautiful to her, startled as she was; beautiful because the skin was so soft and fine, because it was young and throbbing with desire for her, Gloria. Something inside her had begun to melt when she looked into his loving soft brown eyes, and the sight of his erect prick completed the damage. Her conscience hadn't entirely given way, but it was being eroded little by little.
"Pepe, no," she said softly, "we mustn't. Don't you see, you're just a little boy and I'm a grown woman."
"That don' look like little boy," he said, his pride stung.
"No," she had to admit, "it doesn't. You're a man, Pepe, or almost a man. But-Pepe, I'm going to be your mother! Don't you want me to adopt you and take you back to the United States? Don't you want to have a mama and a home?"
"Sure, I want. I love you, mama Gloria, and I want to love you all way. This way too ... Don't you want?" he added coaxingly.
"Yes, but ...." she said weakly. How to explain the concept of incest to this uneducated child?
"Mamas take care of their little boys," he pleaded. "My-how you say? My cojones hurt!"
"Testicles," the teacher in her said automatically. "Or, I guess you'd say your balls. That's what people really say."
"My balls!" He was delighted with the new word, but not so much as to forget his primary object. "My balls hurt for you! Don't you want make Pepe happy, and Mamacita happy too? I'm just a kid, but I'm not dumb. I know what to do!"
"I'm sure you do." Gloria seemed to be losing the argument, especially as her hand couldn't help but reach out and touch that rod of glowing flesh. It was every bit as smooth and soft as it looked, and she could see too, or thought she could, that his miniature lightly -haired testicles were full and looked swollen.
Pepe leaned over and kissed her, gently but with the firm purpose of a man. His nearness and the heat from his face made her dizzy. The room swam before her eyes for a moment.
She still knew it was wrong, but she kept forgetting why. As long as he was so close to her, her resolves kept dissolving and quick excuses presented themselves. She knew how difficult it was supposed to be for a boy at this age-what age? she asked herself hazily. Anyhow, whatever age the child might really be, obviously he was as physically developed as a teenager.
"Can't you, um, masturbate?"
When he looked puzzled, she tried to explain. "Look, Pepe, take hold of your, your penis like this-"
"That's penis?" He repeated it to himself, softly. "Penis, penis. All time, I think that called cock in English."
"Yes, well, so it is. Anyhow you take it like this-" As she spoke, her slender fingers enclosed the boy's fat dick. "You can stroke it, pull it up and down like this. Doesn't that feel better?" In spite of herself, a happy smile was spreading across her face, almost matching the little Mexican's ecstatic grin. Of course she only meant to demonstrate how he could masturbate himself, but her fingers seem to stick to the youthful dick as if it were covered with glue.
"That's so good, Mama, it feels so good!"
"I shouldn't be doing this, but-listen, Pepe, I'm a teacher. Do you understand what that means? I teach in a school, little boys and girls your age."
"Yes, yes, you are maestra."
"I guess so, if that means teacher. Anyhow, I know that kids, especially boys, have these problems when they reach puberty. That's when-never mind that, I'm not going into puberty right now. Anyhow, when little boys have these feelings, like you have, and they're too young to, er, marry or whatever, this is what they do to themselves. Didn't you ever do it before?"
Her explanation sounded all right, the only problem being that as she talked, she was still hanging onto his prick. Her eyes kept slipping off his face and down to the rosy glans penis that kept popping in and out as her avidly pumping hand pulled back and released the foreskin.
"No, no!" Pepe sounded scandalized, and he was. "That's sin to do that to yourself, Mama. The priest say so, he all the time say boys who touch themselves, little girls too, they never go to heaven. Besides they get big sores, and then they go crazy. Like the loco in the market, the man everybody make fun of because he is crazy man, that's how he got crazy. Everybody knows that!"
"And this isn't a sin?"
"No, nobody ever told me this is sin. You my Mama, you do whatever you want to me! If I'm bad, don't mind my Mama, you whip me. And when I'm good...." He smiled ingratiatingly at her. "See, Pepe been good boy because Mama make him so happy!"
This was more than religion, she realized, this was a culture barrier that couldn't be erased in a day. Besides, as long as she'd gone this far, she couldn't resist following through to the end. And the way Pepe began to pant and bob forward against her busily moving hand, the end would not be far off. In fact, without disturbing her milking movements, he climbed right on the bed beside her.
Gloria was trying to keep herself under control but as he brushed against her, her other hand reached out and pulled him over so that he was straddling her chest. She squeezed her thighs together more tightly, trying to calm the heat that seemed to flow outward from her agitated, wet pussy. It not only itched but tingled in a way that felt like the pangs of extreme hunger, only it wasn't her stomach that was hungry. The saliva filled her mouth so that she had to keep swallowing it and licking her lips.
With a groan she surrendered her principles and pulled the small firm body down over her face. The scent of him was so heady, it broke down her last reserves. The fat prick seemed to pop into her mouth as if it had a mind of its own, though she knew she was actually the one doing it. It filled her mouth and she sucked inward, taking more of its fullness and hardness.
"Oh, Mama, Mama," Pepe groaned, looking down at the unbelievable sight of her rosy mouth around his rampant cock. His small buttocks clenched and drove him forward against her lovely face. He muttered to himself in Spanish because these new sensations were driving all his English right out of his head.
Gloria didn't know what possessed her to do this, particularly when she felt it was almost worse than having real sexual intercourse. At least her husband had always spoken scornfully of "cock suckers" though she'd never gotten up the courage to ask him why. The very phrase itself had intrigued her, as had the smoothness and exciting shape of her man's penis. But naturally, she'd never even dared suggest touching, much less sucking, after hearing it spoken of with such distaste.
But it felt so good and his juices tasted so good, little Pepe's cock was irresistible! "MMMMMM," she murmured around her delicious mouthful, as his precoital juices coated her lips and tongue. Her soft mouth closed around the hot hard knob and her throat sucked it inward, until she could feel the base of his belly close up to her face.
The sucking motion was so thrilling, Pepe thought he was going to pass out. Even forgetting the pain in his injured arm, he grasped her blonde head mindlessly and rocked back and forth.
"MAMA, OH, MAMA," he groaned, "CHINGAME, CHINGAME!" It wasn't exactly the right thing to say, but he didn't even know how to describe what was happening in Spanish. "LOVE ME, LOVE PEPE, OHHHH ... SUCK IT FOR ME MAMA!"
This is really crazy! And I don't even care! She ran her tongue around the hot bulb, letting up the sucking pressure. With her slender fingers, she held the smooth wet organ so she could lick it from the base to tip, her tongue swirling hotly around and around. "OH, GOD, PEPE, I'VE GOT TO STOP THIS! THIS IS TERRIBLE, WICKED!"
She'd never been so excited in her life before. Her round hips switched back and forth, her ass rubbing against the sheet while her legs flailed wildly.
All the same, the sight of his brown innocent face screwed up into sexual ecstasy hit hard on her conscience. I'm the adult, sophisticated next to Pepe! Her teacher's sense of responsibility fought with her aching, wanting body.
Afterward Gloria thought she might have been able to pull herself away, even though hot sexual pleasure was pouring through her glands and livening every inch of her body. But it was just then that something warm and firm and wet slipped into the trough between her legs, poking at the fat puffy cuntal lips and rubbing her enflamed clitoris.
"AAARRGGHHH! OHHHHH! YOU FUCKING DOG, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" And she really felt for a few moments that she might die of the sheer perverse sensual thrill of it. Leon's tongue rasped softly along her sensitive cuntlips, so that her body arched and tightened in an effort to push back against them.
At the same time she took a new hold on Pepe's hard cock, her tongue whipping around it in a frenzy of mutual delight. It seemed to swell, to grow even longer and harder inside the wet oral cavity.
Pepe sensed the change in her and responded mindlessly, his fat prick jabbing deep into her throat as his young soft balls scraped over her chin. He had felt the weight of the dog climbing on the bed and knew what had happened behind him. The boy had often wondered if his dog had not been trained to service a human mistress. All he really knew was the dog once belonged to an American woman who died unexpectedly in a hotel. During the confusion after the death, Leon wandered out in the street and he and Pepe began their close friendship, as dogs and boys often do. Pepe named him Leon, or Lion, because of his beautiful golden-white coat and huge size.
Nobody came looking for the animal, and the only problems his young master experienced, except for finding enough food, was the dog's attraction to girls and women. People in the market teased him about it, but they'd never made trouble for him.
His new Mama's new frenzy was too much for Pepe. Her hot lips and tongue, plus the smells and sounds and feel of her thrashing body, pushed him over the line.
"MAAAMMAAAA," he yelled as his overloaded balls began to shoot off directly into her throat.
Gloria knew what was happening and dimly felt she should pull away now, but to her enormous surprise, the taste of his sperm was delicious! She swallowed achingly, helping the spasming prick to jet out every burning drop. How could such a little guy have so much creamy pungent jism in his balls? The milky stream seemed to go on and on and she took it all, slurping noisily as if getting the last drop of an ice cream soda through a straw.
This was the doubly, or triply forbidden act, so how come she was enjoying it so much! She was not only being a cocksucker, and swallowing the results of it. She was sucking the cock of a young boy, almost her son. And at the same time, she was indulging her bestial instincts by allowing the dog Leon to lick her off!
Her own cum was mild compared to Pepe's, but the slow ripples that swept over her were relaxing and made her feel good all over. When the young boy's cock was drained at last, she let it slip over her sperm-stained lips reluctantly, and couldn't help but smile at the glazed ecstatic look on his face.
Pepe slid his warm weight off her but put his head on her breast, feeling the utmost contentment with his new mother. She was so beautiful and so sensual! Shyly he cupped one rosy tit in his small hard hand and when she didn't object, he began to lick the full roundness with his hot tongue.
Gloria tingled all over. Rather than pushing the dog away, she opened her creamy thighs to give him full access to her still quivering cunt. His rough tongue dragged at the plump pink labia in a way that spread them wider and wider.
"Oh, Pepe," she said and sighed, "this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing things like that but-I don't know. I can't help myself!"
The boy sucked a tit into his mouth instead of answering. He put a hand into her golden muff, shoving the dog's snout out of the way. He couldn't see anything wrong with what was happening, except that he was still determined to try fucking. The past few minutes had been the most beautiful in his life and he didn't intend that the exciting sexuality should stop.
For the first time in his life he was actually handling female genitals, finding out for himself that the very touch of them could make his breath come quicker and his boyish cock begin to stir and swell. Leon whined and tried to regain his position, but Pepe was determined.
"Oh, Mama, Mama! I want to fuck you!" Pepe felt very brave saying it, but his young heart was totally entranced by her blonde loveliness and by what she'd already done to him.
"Oh, yes, YESSS!" All of Gloria's scruples melted like snow in summer. Getting well and truly fucked was exactly the one thing she needed, she'd known it all along.
Besides, Pepe was so young and adorable that she wanted to show him everything she knew about sex. The teacher in her was thrilled with the chance to teach, to take charge, to demonstrate. It was obvious that he knew something about sex, but not a whole lot, and not from personal experience. That was all right with Gloria. She would help him learn, just as she helped the children in her fourth-grade class. And she knew you couldn't simply tell a child facts, you had to let them find out for themselves what those facts meant. And that's what she'd do with Pepe, guide him while he made his own discoveries. What could be nicer!
Pepe stroked her hot slit in an awkward way, his fingers exploring every inch of the wetly glistening flesh. She was already excited and when he fumbled against her clit-hood, he could sense the reaction in her.
"That's it, Pepe, stroke there, alongside my clit. Ooooohhhh, that's nice." She squirmed happily as the little organ swelled under his gentle touch. "Ohhhh, Pepe, I've got to have you!"
The boy was unsure of himself-not of his manhood and capabilities, but of his techniques. He had a fine hard-on already, it was poking into her smooth hip. He looked down at his cock and decided he would have to get it in her cunt the best way he could. He clambered between her open legs and squatted on his heels. His cock was there, she was there, but how to get the two together?
She watched him with loving eyes, and then reached down between her own legs to hold his hard-on. "Here we go," she crooned, rubbing it up and down her hairy slit. The boy moved forward on his knees, his eyes following every move. He saw the red shininess of her inner flesh and felt it against the sensitive nerves of his prick.
Her cunt was gaping, its fat lips puffed outward, and slick with her juices. Pepe felt his hard instrument slide in and it was as if her flesh closed on him, making just enough room and not too much. Now he pushed her hands away; instinct would tell him what to do from here on!
"OH, PEPE, DO IT! DO IT! FUCK MEEEE!" She Was so excited that her hips bobbed in small, uncontrollable movements, and her hands clenched the sheet.
He stroked back and forth, awkwardly at first but then finding a rhythm that suited him. Drawing his dick in and out of her smooth hot pussy was completely different, he discovered, from having her suck him off. Just the knowledge that his cock was actually inside her body, as if he were a part of her, seemed incredible to him.
Gloria began to move with him, picking up his rhythm and the young boy discovered that this deepened his pleasure. All the time he stroked his prick in and out of her cunt, he watched her shapely body writhe on the rumpled sheets, and watched his own fat dick appear and disappear in fast hard pounding.
She was greedy for pleasure as if to make up for all the lonely dry years, and when she felt her orgasm coming on she encouraged it, clenching her inner muscles and driving hard against him. Her clit brushed against the base of his belly with every stroke, receiving almost more stimulation than it could handle.
"Pepe, Pepe, I'm cumming," she panted. "OH, KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP NOW ... ARRRGGEEHHH! OOOOOHH!" She thrashed her abandoned body as the pent-up tension broke and rippled through her. When it eased a bit, she discovered her hands were on his brown hips, keeping the boy in his rhythm while she subsided from her cum.
Awed and fascinated, Pepe watched while the tension built up in his own loins. He remembered how the dog had fucked her and his boyish pride told him he had to do even better than Leon. He let his body fall forward on her and immediately felt the warmth of her legs wrapping around him. He was almost as tall as she and it was not great strain to reach her face and her mouth, to kiss her as he'd never yet done. Her mouth opened under his like a flower and her tongue shot out, to explore his warm oral cavity. Pepe was dizzy under the accumulated sensations, and his belly felt as if it would melt away entirely.
"MAMA, MAMA, MAMA," he kept whimpering into her open mouth. As if in a dream he felt the sensation of fullness and drawing up in his balls and knew this time he'd cum in her pussy, expending his masculine sperm into the receptacle nature designed for it.
Gloria was ready too and surprised at the strength of her repeated orgasm. She lost control of her arms and legs and flopped wildly on the bed, not even knowing what she was saying or doing. "YES, YES, YESSSS! HERE I CUM, BABY, I'M CUMMINNNGGG! FUCK ME, YOU SWEET BABY, FUCK ME!"
Then as it broke her words no longer made sense and she groaned wildly and wordlessly. "UGGGHH ... ARRGHHH ... OHHHHH!"
The boy's thick hot sticky sperm jetted into her, bathing every tiny fold and crevice in her cunt and sending warmth out from the very center of her being.
"PEPE CUMS TOO ... OH, MAMA, PEPE CUMS TOO!"
The boy's buttocks twitched, his heart pounded and his mouth went dry as a desert. It felt as if a big hand had taken him up and first shaken, then squeezed him, and kept on squeezing until every bit of juice in his body was forced out and into her. The violence of it rattled his teeth together and for a few minutes he didn't think he could stand such total ecstasy. But gradually his pulse rate dropped, his clenched muscles relaxed and the thump-thump of his heart in his thin chest slowed back to normal. He rolled off her and fell asleep almost instantly, with the total relaxation of the child he was.
Gloria sighed and let her sweat-slick body fall into a more comfortable position. She felt totally unwound, relaxed, filled with a golden glow of satisfaction. She waited for her conscience to return and plague her with all the things she'd just done wrong, but somehow it didn't happen. Her body was too well and thoroughly satisfied. Later, perhaps, after siesta, she'd give herself a bad time for what she'd been doing. At the moment it was impossible to feel anything but good and fulfilled and happy.
Raising herself on one elbow, she looked down at the boy sprawled beside her. His smooth skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, and a little smile played around his lips. Whatever his dreams, they must be pleasant ones.
"You're mine," Gloria whispered to herself. "And I'll never let you go ... never!
CHAPTER FIVE
Gloria's guess had been right. Dan's niece Sara was jealous and with what the girl thought was good reason. She lived for these summer vacations with her uncle and cousins, not only because her home life was restricted and dull but because she'd always had a crush on her cousin Mike. On top of that, this year for the first time she looked on her uncle as an attractive man rather than a useful and nice relative.
The fourteen-year-old spent a lot of time daydreaming about romance, and both father and son played large parts in these daydreams. There wasn't any room in them for pretty blonde widows. While Gloria thought of herself as prim and uninteresting, to the girl she was beautiful, sophisticated and sexy.
Given these circumstances, plus the fact that Sara studied Spanish in high school, it was unfortunate that she was the only one home when Ramon came to the motel that evening.
Dan took Gloria to dinner again. Mike and Amy went sightseeing with Pepe and naturally expected Sara to join them, but she said she had a headache and would eat at the motel.
Coming back to her room, she saw Ramon knocking on Gloria's door. "Mrs. Stanton isn't here," she said in Spanish. "What is it you want with her?"
Ramon was dressed in sports shirt, slacks and sandals, and looked not only cleaner but less sinister than before. He threw his hands out in the universal Mexican shrug. "To talk a few minutes, that is all. To see if I can show her around the city, and also maybe I can help her with the boy Pepe."
Sara unlocked the sitting room door. "Come in," she said. "None of us understand why you have interest in Pepe and in Gloria."
Ramon laughed and said, "She is a very beautiful woman, your friend Gloria. When I first see her I think she is alone, only with strangers.
Why shouldn't I try to get acquainted?"
"Oh." Sara sat down, a little deflated. She thought she'd uncover whatever plot there was, and Uncle Dan would be pleased with her. "You offered to help Pepe just to get to know her."
"Yes, and to get the boy out of the way," he said. "I am a poor man, you see. When I see I have a chance to please a wealthy friend, and to maybe make a few pesos, well-" he shrugged again.
Sara was impressed by his honesty, but confused again.
"I don't understand," she said. "What friend? How were you going to make money?"
"I will tell you all. I have a friend who is big politician, very important man...."
While they were plotting, Gloria had a few plots of her own going. She thought she knew what she wanted: Pepe. But by herself, she hadn't a chance of managing to adopt him with her limited time and money. Dan Thompson was obviously influential in Mexico and could help her if anyone could. She'd made up her mind to do whatever was necessary to give her that help, including using her body if that was what Dan wanted. As a manipulator of people, she was as inept as young Sara, but she didn't know that, never having tried it before.
"You're a beautiful woman, Gloria," Dan said, raising his cocktail glass to her. He'd brought her to a restaurant called Tekare, on the top floor of a downtown office building. From their window table, they could see the lights of the beautiful city spread out below them.
"But you've gone out with lots of beautiful women," she teased, "and you're going to see lots more."
"Maybe, maybe not." Dan thought he was beginning to fall in love and it surprised as well as pleased him. True, he'd had his share of lovely girls and women, but there was something very appealing about Gloria. She didn't seem to realize the effect of her voluptuous body, and the combination of innocence and sexiness intrigued him. "My kids are great, but I miss having a wife, a woman of my own."
"Be careful what you say, or I might take you up on it!"
"I'm beginning to hope you will," he answered honestly.
"But we hardly know each other. Oh, Dan, I don't know how to say it, but my marriage wasn't a very happy one. I suppose we'd have gone on with it, we never discussed divorce, and if he hadn't had that auto accident, we'd still be married. But since I have another chance-that sounds cruel, doesn't it? But it's the truth ... Anyhow, what I'm trying to say is that I don't want to make the same mistake twice."
"And what mistake was that?"
"Discovering that-it's difficult to say it. Although with one more margarita, I'll be telling you all my secrets! Anyhow, when Joe and I got married, I was a virgin. I didn't know a thing about sex. And as things turned out, I didn't like that part of our marriage. He was-don't make me say it, Dan."
"I suspect that your husband wasn't a very good lover."
She looked down at her glass, and took another sip. "Yes, that's right. He was a good man, but he didn't know much more than I did. Or not enough more. I never got any thrill out of it, it was just an animal act that left me frustrated. I know there has to be more to it than that ...."
"Gloria, baby, I hope you don't go around saying these things to just any man! You're so vulnerable, someone will take advantage of you!"
"I'm tougher than I look," she answered, wondering if that were true. "Anyhow, here comes our dinner. Let's talk about it later."
The shrimp with garlic sauce were delicious. Hoping she'd interested Dan without committing herself, she talked about the food and the view while they ate, finally getting around to what was really on her mind.
"Did you talk with that lawyer today, the one you said might help me with Pepe?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I forgot all about it. He thinks he can swing an adoption for you in the usual Mexican way: mordida. That means, you're buying it-in effect, buying the boy. But I told him you couldn't afford much and I think he'll hold it down, because he doesn't want to lose my business." Dan paused, and added, "I hope that doesn't bother you, morally, I mean. Because the adoption will be legal, which is all that is important."
The words lit up in her head like a neon sign: BUYING THE BOY! But that was exactly what she wanted, she realized, to own him! She wasn't proud of herself, but there was no getting around it, she wanted him all for herself and all to herself. But she mustn't let Dan know it!
"That's all right, as long as it's legal," she said. "How much would it cost, did he say?"
"I think around a thousand pesos. That's eighty dollars American. Is it too much?"
"No." She thought of her savings, and of the money from Joe's insurance. She'd lived meagerly and saved, and now she was glad.
They stayed on for dancing, and Gloria found that having Dan hold her close on the dance floor aroused her dormant sexuality. But he wasn't the one she wanted! He'd want to make love to her, and she intended to let him, but only as a means to an end.
Back at the motel they found all the rooms dark; either the youngsters were still out, or gone to bed. They didn't check but went to Dan's room for a nightcap.
What she'd said about her husband had aroused Dan's pride in himself as a man and a lover, and he intended to prove himself to her. He knew that a clever woman might have said it for that reason, but Gloria did not seem devious. In any case, he wanted her badly, and he also wanted to please her.
They sat on the bed and he put his arm around her. "Darling, darling," Dan whispered as his hand explored the tender curves of her waist. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
"I don't know...."
"Put that drink down and let me kiss you." His arms went around her and while they kissed, his hands moved up and down her back, and under her arms, lingering at the soft swell of her breasts. He was delighted to find that her mouth was only half closed, and his tongue slid into it.
Gloria realized with surprise that she was as turned on as she had been with Pepe, that her tits were growing hard and her pussy soft. She closed her eyes and let him pull her back onto the bed. As if in a dream, she felt him pull the zipper of her dress and slip it off her shoulders. He stopped long enough to kiss and caress her shoulder and then unhooked her bra and pulled it off.
The cool night air teased her nipples and sent a little stab of pleasure through her. She wanted to remind herself that she was doing this for a purpose, but her thoughts gave way to hot eagerness and she thrust her body close to his with a gasp. His mouth was warm and firm, his hard and insistent tongue drove between her parted lips, and she gave herself up to the complete lust of the moment.
His body tensed convulsively and he pulled her tightly to him, crushing her against his chest. She wanted him, oh, how she wanted him! She opened her eyes and with trembling fingers helped him unbutton his shirt so her flesh could make closer contact with his. They rolled on the bed in an agony of delight, unable to let go of each other long enough to take off the rest of their clothes.
"You're beautiful all over," Dan said softly as he pushed her dress down to the bulge of her ass. "Beautiful breasts, and beautiful hips."
His words gave her fresh courage and she let him lift her until she was standing beside the bed and he could work the dress down and off her feet. Her half slip came next, and in a moment she was there with nothing on but her white nylon panties stretching across her smooth belly and the prominent bulge of her muff.
"Jesus, baby," he said wetly, and she knew it was at the sight of her almost naked body, and at the quick rise of her nipples, because his hands closed on her tits immediately, gently manipulating each rosy bud.
She gasped and slumped against him because the excitement was almost more than she could bear.
His hands dropped to her waist and slowly rolled the slick nylon down her hips and the bulge of her ass. It clung for a second to the warmth and wetness between her legs, and he gently freed it, licking his lips as he sensed her moistness and caught the odor of her thick lubricating juices.
She swayed there and then dropped to the bed, her eyes fixed on the tented bulge in his shorts. When he pulled them down she gasped, seeing the size of his cock. It looked huge as a club, its head dark red and shiny. The blood pounded in her ears and she felt dizzy at the thought of that enormous erection going inside her delicate cunt.
She didn't have to worry. Dan had made up his mind to make love to her and arouse her so thoroughly that when he fucked her, she would be not only ready but avid. His strong hands moved her on the bed and swung her around so that her round ass was just on the edge of the bed. He supported her calves with his arms, and kept her comfortably poised. Even Dan, experienced as he was, gasped out loud when her cuntlips pooched out from the position in which he held her. He could see the reddened convolutions of her inner lips under the thick muff of hair, like intricately designed pink petals.
Kneeling between her thighs, he pushed his face up into that moist warm valley. Juices gushed thickly out of her as his tongue began to lap, and he scooped them into his mouth while still burrowing into her.
She felt him part her ass cheeks with his fingers and then his tongue swept under and licked the whole cleft from sensitive asshole to her clitoris.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as electricity stabbed through her.
He raised his head for a moment. "You like that, honey? Did anyone ever go down on you before?"
"Oh, nooooo!" But somebody soon would, she thought. This was something new for Pepe to do, and she would teach him how.
He went back to her pussy and found the tiny mound of her clitoris, letting his mouth close around it while he sucked gently. He could tell by the way her hips writhed and by her whimpering cries that he was pleasing her.
"You don't really like it," he teased her, stopping again.
"Pul-leassse," she begged. "Do it to me, lover, suck me off!"
It meant a lot to Dan to know he was the first man who'd ever given her a blowjob, and to hear her begging for more capped the climax. Holding her petal-like cuntlips wider, he swept the length of her slit with his tongue. At the same time his hands crept into the crack of her ass and cupped her creamy buttocks, while the thumbs pressed against the rosebud of her anus.
"Aaaahhh!" She jumped as if a bolt of electricity were shooting through her.
Smiling in satisfaction, he pressed harder until the tip of one thumb broke through the tight ring of constricting muscle.
"OHHHHH! AARRGGHHH!" Her whole body pressed down against the thumb and she switched her hips nervously back and forth on the bed. This was something she had never anticipated, but it excited her enormously.
"Oooh, that's wonderful," she panted. "Please don't stop, I love it!"
Dan was amazed that she could respond so openly and without pretense. It made him love her more than ever. He wriggled his thumb deeper into the tight opening and at the same time his ardent tongue beat a wild tattoo on her clitoris.
She felt herself approaching a pitch of carnal delight she'd never believed existed. As she gasped and moaned heatedly, her wet cunt bobbed against his face. All thoughts of Pepe, of the dog Leon, of her plan to "use" Dan, had long ago fled her mind. Nothing else in the world existed at that moment except Dan and his wicked hands and tongue. Her vagina tightened against his face and her clit quivered as she came blindingly, screaming her ecstasy.
Dan continued his anal penetration and clit-sucking until it seemed to him that she'd derived all the pleasure her first blowjob had to offer. When her moaning quieted, he raised his head and let her thighs slide off his back. He surged forward atop her.
"Dan ... Dan ... that was so wonderful," she moaned, turning her head from side to side. Her eyes were still closed, her rosy lips moistly parted.
He caught her lips with his and let her taste the secretions of her own pussy. His testicles were drawn up tight and aching to release their hot load. He weaved his hips until the tip of his prick became caught in her pooched-open vagina. As soon as a shallow penetration was established, he eased his hips down and forward and his long cock slid fully into her.
"Oooooh," she cried, suddenly realizing that her cunt had taken all of his dick painlessly, slickly.
"Are you happy?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Want me to stop?"
"No, don't you dare!"
"Want me to fuck you?"
"Oooohhh, YES! FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK MEEEE!" Already her hips were moving anxiously.
Exultant, the man jammed his hot cock deeper into her clutching cunt, briskly stroking it in and out. Its thick head and shaft stretched her delicate membranes, providing a delicious sense of fullness and an intense friction that quickly brought her intimate nerve ends to a deeper state of excitation.
She clamped her legs over Dan's back and fucked him mindlessly, grabbing his bare shoulders and holding him snugly against her vibrating breasts. Delicious sensations exploded within her, culminating in a magnificent burst that warmed her from head to toe and set her cunt to throbbing madly.
Her snug organ tightened around him spastically again and again, and Dan felt his climax coming on. His face twisted with the marvelous release of spending in her as his cock pumped its thick cream deep in her belly.
"OOOHHHH! I'M CUMMINGGG, HELP ME, I'M CUMMINGGG!"
"Jeezusss, baby," he muttered wetly, "you're the best fuck I've ever had. Do you mind my saying that?" He pulled her sweat-slick body closer. Love welled up in his heart as he thought she'd probably never experienced such total mind-shattering orgasms before.
"No, I don't mind," she said. "How could I mind anything, after what we just did? Dan, I don't know how to tell you how tremendous it was."
Hazily Gloria remembered that she wasn't really there for her own pleasure, but to convince Dan that he should help her with her adoption. It was difficult to think at all, with her body still smoldering as it was. But tomorrow he'd take her to see the lawyer, and then everything would be all right.
CHAPTER SIX
"Please, Pepe, listen to me," she said, pleading, sliding her hand over his satiny brown shoulder, trying to get him to turn and look at her.
"I listen enough last night, outside the door." He kept his sulky face turned away from her. "I hear you making noises, you and that Dan. I know what's going on. You don' really love me."
"If you'd just sit up and listen!"
Pepe had seemed asleep when she dragged her satiated body back to the room. It hadn't occurred to her that the boy would be jealous.
"Mike and Sara think you're gonna marry him. Then you won't want Pepe around any more."
"Damn it, you've got it all wrong." The truth was, she had trouble putting conviction in her voice. Dan had charmed her and satisfied her body so completely, she did hate to give him up. Why couldn't she have both? But she knew it was impossible and, looking in those brown Mexican eyes, there wasn't really a choice to make. Pepe would be hers, all hers.
"He's taking me to a lawyer this afternoon, in order to begin adoption. Do you understand what that means, honey? I'll be your mother really, legally."
He looked up finally, and nodded, his face brightening.
"Well, then, that's why I, uh, let him make love to me. If he didn't help me I'd never be able to adopt you. I can't even speak the language, for heaven's sake!"
"How long it take, this adoption?"
She leaned down and kissed his firm young lips. "Not long, Pepe. And when it's over, we won't ever see Dan or the kids again. I've been thinking...."
The boy's thin arms snaked around her neck. "You only love Pepe, verdad? An' we be together forever and forever?"
She laughed and hugged him to her. "Forever and ever." Her tits under the thin nightie swelled at the touch of his warm flesh, and her loins began to ache. Nothing really mattered to her except this boy, and she had to face that fact.
"Pepe, maybe we'll live here, in Mexico, for a while."
"Okay with me, Mama, long as we're together. And got plenty of baths and hot water!"
She laughed. "You and your hot water! Okay, let's go take a bath right now!"
She wanted to show him how to suck her off, but thought it would be wiser to wait a while. He might figure out where she'd learned it and be jealous again. Gloria was surprised at her love for the little boy, and how it controlled her thoughts and actions, but she couldn't deny the truth of it.
Even such a simple thing as taking a bath was a thrill, when they did it together. He lathered her from neck to toes, not neglecting her tits and her hairy mound. The boy was fascinated with every detail of her body and ran his fingers along the fat cuntlips, marveling at the way they responded to his touch.
When she lathered him in turn, she ran her fingers down the tight crack of his ass, thinking that there was a new erogenous zone to show him.
And with his slim prick, no doubt he could fuck her in the ass as well!
But right at that moment, Pepe had other ideas.
"Lie down here on the nice soft rug," he coaxed, as they got out of the tub. "Kiss Pepe's cock, make him all nice and hard."
The bath mat wasn't all that soft, but Gloria was so aroused, she couldn't wait to get dried off and into the bed. Her cunt itched with need and her lubricating juices oozed and stained her newly sudsed muff.
Leaning against the tub, she took his fat young cock in her hands and stroked it. She liked to look at it as much as he liked seeing her cunt. She vaguely remembered reading somewhere that a boy's testicles didn't descend, or grow, until he was in adolescence-normally around fourteen. So perhaps Pepe was older than she realized. On the other hand it might be his Latin blood which caused him to develop at an earlier age. In any case there they were, two delightful roundnesses in their lightly -haired scrotum. She squeezed them gently and hoped their owner was no more than nine or ten; because the younger he was, the longer he'd be all hers!
"Suck my prick, Mama! It feels so good!"
She lay back and he climbed over her on his knees, straddling her creamy throat. His cock swelled and hardened in her hands, and she licked it lovingly, poking her tongue against the tiny hole and sucking up the few drops of precoital moisture that oozed from it.
"You're such a darling," she mumbled. "Love your cock, honey!"
The dog Leon had been napping by the bed while they splashed in the tub, but his keen nose caught the sexual scents in the air, and he padded into the bathroom. Seeing Gloria lying on the floor with her legs sprawled, his always-eager cock began to slide out of its sheath. Gloria giggled when the dog nosed into the ragged pink flanges of her cunt.
"Good dog! You're just what I needed, Leon!" She sucked more avidly, taking as much of the boy's hardening prick as possible into her warm mouth.
Not even the normally keen-eared dog heard the motel room door open, so absorbed were they in their lascivious pleasures.
And Sara normally would have knocked on the door, waited for an answer, and gone away.
As it happened, the teenager was lost in thought. When she tried the door and the handle turned, she walked in. She had a decision to make and it wasn't easy.
The story Ramon told her the night before sounded plausible at the time, but now she was not so sure. She didn't mind playing a trick on Gloria, particularly after hearing at breakfast that Uncle Dan might marry the blonde widow. That news fed her jealousy to the point that she didn't care whether Ramon was lying or not. If something bad happened to Gloria, it served her right!
On the other hand, if her "trick" turned out badly, what would Uncle Dan have to say? She wasn't sure she could face his anger if she'd somehow injured the woman he loved.
Still undecided, she stood in the bedroom until suddenly the sounds penetrated her consciousness. What in the world is going on? she wondered, and tiptoed to the bathroom door.
Barely into adolescence and sexually inexperienced as she was, it took a moment for the girl to believe her eyes or understand what they saw. It looked for a minute as if both the boy and his dog were attacking Gloria, whose white body sprawled across the floor. But if they were she was loving it, to judge by the ecstatic smile on her face....
She's sucking Pepe's THING! What a nasty thing to do ... and she's licking it too, and rolling it in her hands! He's got a hard-on, jeez, that little boy! Oh, no, I don't believe it, people don't do things like that! But she's doing it, she's loving it ... and look at the way he's bobbing up and down in her mouth as if he were ... I don't know how to say it!
The forbidden word popped up in her mind: FUCKING! HE'S FUCKING INTO HER MOUTH!
But what was Leon doing, snuffling and whining there between the woman's legs? Sara edged back and peeked through the crack in the door where she had a better view of Gloria's lower body. Oh, jeezuss, the dog's licking her cunny! And she's got her legs spread wide open to let him!
She couldn't help but notice the dog's ruby-red organ trailing down between his legs. The dog had a hard-on too and that was almost too much for the girl. She leaned back against the wall and the room swam before her eyes. She thought she knew something about sex; after all, people were doing things in the movies that made it almost too explicit. She and her girl friends had talked about sex, and shared a book that explained it. But this was altogether beyond any of her childish ideas. It was obscene and nasty, but still ....
Her breath came pantingly and she was finding it hard to control the rapid beating of her heart. Her own cunny felt as wet as Gloria's must be with the dog's rough tongue lapping at it. Her legs ached and then she realized she was pressing them together, pushing one thigh tightly against the other.
Disgusting as it all was, she had to take another look. And this time it was even worse. Pepe had moved until he was right on top of Gloria's face, his little tan ass bobbing busily as he rammed his dick up and down into that lewd mouth. The big dog straddled her body, she had her arms flung around his hairy back and....
It's impossible, but that big dog is fucking her ... fucking her ... fucking ....
The itching and burning sensations between her own legs were almost unbearable. Without taking her eyes from the crack in the door, she pulled up the hem of her short tennis dress. Her fingers pushed under the band of her panties into her steamy slot, ploughing through the few curly hairs, finding her aching clit.
That helped, in fact it felt awfully good. Her pert round ass moved back and forward in small circles as she watched, bug-eyed. The longer she stared the less obscene it looked to her, and her mind tried to imagine what it would be like to be fucked by a dog, or to suck a man's cock, or to do both at once.
Hard as she tried to keep quiet, she couldn't help let a few whimpering cries escape. But the people in the orgiastic scene would never have heard a bomb go off, what with their own groans and whines and mutterings. Pepe's body suddenly convulsed and Sara could actually see the jism spurting from his handsome hard cock, stringily white and shot with jet force.
The creamy column of Gloria's throat moved visibly. My, God, she's swallowing that stuff, swallowing it all and licking her lips ... I wonder what it tastes like!
Just stroking her clit suddenly wasn't enough. Sara pulled her panties down around her slender thighs and poked a finger up her little sex-hole. Copying the movements of Pepe and the dog, she bounced up and down, fucking her own fingers like a jumping jack. She could feel the barrier there, the hymen, and she all but jammed a fingernail right through it in her excitement.
Pepe sat on the edge of the tub, still stroking his limp penis, and watched Leon's frantic movements. He knew his new Mama would need him soon to keep Leon relaxed until the hard knot on his cock subsided enough to slip out of her cunt. Otherwise, he could get frantic and rip her to pieces.
Her mouth freed, Gloria began at once to croon to the dog. "Come on, you fucker, slam it to me, that's right, DO IT HARD! You fucking beast you, make me cum one more time! Come on, come on, doggies like pussies, don't they? FUCK ME HARDER ... OHHHHH! ARRRGGHH!"
To Sara, it didn't seem as if the words were needed. Leon was thrusting his cock in and out with desperate haste. Once he pulled all the way out so the entire glistening red organ was visible, and then he frantically poked at the hairy slit trying to find entrance. Pepe quickly knelt down and guided the cock into its snug receptacle, caressing the wet prick and the hard knot at its base as he did so. The dog's haunches shoved powerfully back and forth, the plumy tail waving. It seemed to the watching teenager that it should be painful for Gloria, but the luscious blonde moved her hips and muttered happily, returning stroke for stroke.
Sara's legs felt wet and when she looked down.
There was a trace of blood trickling down her thighs. It wasn't her menstrual time and she knew instantly what had happened. In her little dancing finger-fucking, she'd broken her own hymen. She had no pain, just a strange feeling inside her cunny, a momentary soreness. She couldn't help wishing it had broken in some other way, by a boy's hand or cock or ... yes ... even a dog's.
She looked back into the bathroom and saw with shock that they were through, the dog's long slick penis sliding out with Pepe's careful help. For the first time she really noticed the big knob on it and understood why dogs sometimes got hung up together.
But Leon wasn't stuck in Gloria's cunt this time, and any minute now the dog at least, and probably Gloria too, would be coming out of the bathroom!
Sara tiptoed cautiously backward to the door, thinking she would say she'd just entered, if she got caught. But her hand found the knob and she was safely outside before even Leon knew they'd had an eavesdropper.
It was a thoughtful girl who went back to the room she shared with Amy. So much had happened to her emotionally in such a few minutes, she was glad her cousin was gone and she was alone to think it through. How did this affect her feelings toward Gloria? One thing's for sure, Uncle Dan has no idea what he's getting into with that woman! But if I were to tell him now, he would think I was being spiteful, he wouldn't believe me! On the other hand, if Gloria goes to meet Ramon's friend and falls for him, Uncle Dan'll be free again ... he's only forty and I'm old for my age....
"Oh, Gloria," she said a few minutes later, "Uncle Dan asked me to give you a message. He wants you to meet him at the lawyer's office as soon as you can. Here's the address, I wrote it down." She handed over the slip of paper and added, "Pepe, why don't you and your dog come to my room for a while? Amy's gone shopping again and I'm lonely. I'm sure we can, uh, find something to do."
"Okay," he said. "You want Leon to wait outside? He won't go 'way."
"Oh, no, no, bring him along. I've always liked dogs."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ramon, who called himself a lawyer, was really nothing more than a hanger-on and pimp for his wealthy friend Luis Pendejo.
Luis, overweight and pockmarked as he was, had found it remarkably easy to entrap and rape single women tourists. Very few of them complained, but that was due to the clever way he chose his victims. They had to be single, because husbands could cause too much trouble. And much as he admired luscious young cunt, he stayed away from it. Virgins took things too seriously. A woman who'd been married was more apt to realize that she really hadn't lost anything, and to accept the realities of the situation. Oh, they wept and threatened him with everything from the American consul to the local police, but in the end they usually left town in a hurry rather than undergo the humiliation of making a complaint. Finding the police station, describing the crime in a foreign language-these practical difficulties also protected Luis. As long as he was careful not to injure his victims, he got away with it.
The few who did complain did not get very far. For one thing, Luis had both money and influence. Then, the police usually shared the common assumption, that is common to Latin countries, that a woman who traveled alone deserved what she got.
Gloria seemed to Ramon the perfect rape victim. She was blonde, voluptuous, and in every way desirable. She wore a wedding ring, so was no virgin. And she seemed to be completely alone. When he had no luck striking up a friendship, he continued to hang around the motel hoping for some kind of opportunity. He'd already pointed her out to Luis and knew that the fat man would pay well for the woman.
Luck and Sara's jealousy played right into his hands. He could hardly remember the story he'd fed her, as her Spanish was so bad and his English hardly better. Anyhow, it was more or less the truth; that a wealthy Mexican wanted to meet Gloria but didn't know how to go about it.
"She will like him," he lied. "He is very handsome, very charming."
After Sara delivered the false. message, Gloria dressed hastily but carefully. Thinking she was going to meet the lawyer who would draw up the adoption papers, she wanted to look nice but respectable. She found the address with no difficulty, the top floor of an office building. She had no way of knowing, of course, that Luis owned the building and kept an apartment there.
The man who met her in the foyer was fat and unattractive, but at that point she still thought he was Dan's lawyer. When he waved her into the next room, she was surprised to find it a lavishly furnished living room. But that was nothing to the surprise she had a few moments later when the shifty-eyed Ramon entered behind her and locked the door.
"What are you doing here? Where's Dan?"
Ramon smiled gloatingly. "I want you to meet my friend Luis. This is his apartment."
Instinctively she knew something was wrong, but how could that be? Hadn't Dan himself sent her here?
"You'd better unlock that door," she said, trying to sound calm. "Dan Thompson will be here any minute and then-"
"No, he won't." Luis spoke for the first time. "This is a little surprise for you, see? Little surprise party that my friend Ramon arrange." His eyes swept over her from head to foot, taking in every detail of her slender yet full figure, and their lascivious message was unmistakable. Gloria began to shiver.
She tried to think what to do but panic set in. Running to the door, she rattled the knob and pounded on the heavy wood. "Let me out of here!"
Luis grabbed her from behind and spun her around. "You can't get out until I let you out. Better be nice now and not fight it. If you're good to Luis, he'll be good to you."
"W-what do you mean?" she quavered.
He grinned evilly. "Can't you guess? We have a little party, you and I, and then I'll give you a nice present, and then you can go home."
"Party?"
He was beginning to be tired of this stupid gringa and the whole conversation. His balls ached and he wanted to get on with it. "I'm gonna have me a piece of your white ass, lady. I'm gonna fuck you till you're crawling on your knees. Then maybe, if Ramon behaves himself, I'll let him tear off a little piece. This is what's gonna happen so you might as well face it. Get your cunt in the bedroom and start getting undressed."
Ramon watched with glistening eyes. He guessed that Gloria was too spirited to give in meekly. He liked it better when they fought back, as some did, although surprisingly many gringas acted as if they'd been waiting all their lives to get raped.
Angry tears stood in her eyes but she refused to be cowed. Instead she drew back her arm and swung hard, her hand landing with a thump across the fat man's face.
"Why you-" His meaty hands grabbed and shook her, so her whole body jiggled and swayed. "You little bitch, you're gonna be sorry!"
She was scared but still game. Watching her chance, she bent her head and sank her teeth into his hand.
"Owwww! I'm gonna kill you!" With his full strength he clipped her across the back of her head, before she had time to duck.
The force of the blow sent her stumbling across the room. She went to her knees and swayed there a moment, then collapsed on the floor. Her ears rang and her vision blurred, and she was close to passing out for a moment. When she came to, she discovered that the big man could move swiftly. He had her arms pulled up behind her and was waiting, panting, while Ramon scurried for a rope.
"Hurry up, you idiot," Luis growled. "Bring the sash from my robe, that's good enough." Seconds later he had her hands tied firmly behind her, and was hauling her to her feet. "Little wildcat! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"
He sank into a chair and pulled her across his knees, upside down. She struggled vainly against his strength, knowing it was useless but unable to quit.
The gross man took her flaring red skirt by the hem and flipped it up, taking the white slip along with it. Because of the formality of the occasion, as Gloria had supposed, she wore stockings and garter belt as well as panties. He ripped the shoes and hose away brutally, leaving the garters dangling. She felt his hand on the round contours under the sheer nylon panties, and knew the shadowy crack between her round ass cheeks showed plainly.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Mingled with her anger and humiliation was sheer surprise at the unknown and unexpected.
He held her easily with one arm across the small of her back, while with a resounding slap he brought his other hand down smartly across her buttocks. They quivered wildly in the flimsy nylon panties. The sudden pain jolted her so she let out a scream of anguish. "OWWWWW! HELP, PLEASE HELP MEEE!"
Luis laughed and spanked her again, harder. The saliva ran over his jiggling jowls as he looked at her exposed and helpless rear. "Nobody's gonna help you," he said and grinned:
"Wait ... till ... I get out ... of here," she sobbed.
Ramon leaned forward in his chair, enjoying the stinging blows that Luis rained on her. What a beautiful ass it was to spank! "Take her panties off, Luis," he begged.
The loathsome Mexican paused and put a heavy finger under the waistband of the nylon briefs. With a ripping sound he tore them off her butt and down her legs. "Here, Ramon," he said, tossing them, " a little souvenir for you."
The pimp grabbed them eagerly and put them to his face. "Ummmm, smells good!" His cock was hard already, and he could hardly wait to see what happened next.
Gloria felt the cooler air on her reddened ass cheeks, and thought she'd reached the ultimate in humiliation. Still dizzy from the heavy blow, smarting from the spanking, she couldn't restrain her tears any longer. She dreaded to think what would happen next.
The gross rapist set her on her feet and she swayed there, the tears running down her cheeks, hands tied firmly, her dress still hiked up in the rear.
"Ramon, you take her dress off carefully. We gotta send her home looking all in one piece. Then bring her in the bathroom."
Gloria didn't resist when he slid the zipper open, and not even when he released her hands briefly to pull off the dress. The fight was gone out of her for the moment. The oily Ramon unhooked her bra and removed it too, grinning as he cupped one creamy breast and tweaked the rosy nipple. "That feel good, huh? You like that?"
He tweaked again harder, as if he'd pinch the tit right off and she let out a little moan of pain. He looked at her reproachfully and said, "Shut up, puta. You get Ramon in trouble."
Evidently he feared the fat man, because he left her tits alone and finished re-tying her hands. She stood totally naked except for the garter belt, its satin garters dangling with bits of nylon stocking still hanging from them. Gloria had never felt so utterly alone and desolate in her life.
Ramon unhooked the belt and dropped it, and gave her a shove in the small of her back. "That way, puta."
Luis was lying in the center of an enormous bed and the sight of him brought back panic to replace her numbness. She tried desperately to think what she could do or say that would persuade him to let her go. He looked like an evil buddha, spread out with his head cushioned on his arms and his fat belly jiggling. From his hairy loins sprang an erect phallus, so long and thick that it made her pussy tremble. In spite of her degrading position, bare-ass naked and hands tied behind, she had a last faint hope of reaching his intelligence. He spoke reasonably good colloquial English, which should be a help.
"Listen, Luis," she pleaded, "if you let me go now I promise, I'll never tell anyone. I'll try to forget this ever happened. But if you don't, you're going to be in big trouble!"
Luis chuckled, his belly heaving. "Yeah, you tell policia on me, all right? Then I tell how you fuck with dog, maybe fuck with poor little Mexican orphan boy. What you think policia say then?"
She stared at him, her jaw sagging. How could he possibly know? And in fact he didn't, it had been a lucky guess that her shocked reaction confirmed. Ramon had seen the dog many times in the market, sniffing up women's skirts; it was one of the jokes of the place that any woman who couldn't get a man could borrow Pepe's dog. He began to laugh as she sagged back, laughed so hard the whole bed shook.
"You see her, Ramon? You were right! She's gonna give me plenty of head, and a nice fuck, and anything else I think of. And there'll be plenty left for you. And she ain't never gonna tell nobody nothing!"
Gloria's mind was in a turmoil. How had she ever gotten into such a mess? They didn't have any proof, true, but her conscience was so painful that she could never stand being questioned.
Oh, God, what more do I have to go through to get my precious Pepe? ... All right, if I have to have sex with these toads, I will. But I'll get even some day, some way!
With another shove from Ramon she found she was on the bed, her creamy tits jiggling, her legs sprawled wide. It was amazing how helpless she felt with her hands tied behind her, as helpless as a child to defend herself. Her body was tense and rigid, she tried not to flinch away but her very flesh recoiled from the meaty hand that reached between her thighs. He thrust them apart and cupped her whole vaginal area in his hand, his fingertips sliding into the crack of her ass.
"Let's see what she's got here that's so different," he jeered. "You got a diamond-studded cunt, maybe? Too good for Luis?"
She cringed away and her resistance sparked his lust. He shoved his hand farther up into her still dry pussy, his fingers raking the hair-fringed slit.
She could see his hard cock emerging from the folds of his belly, and the size of the club-like instrument frightened her all over again. The scene seemed unreal, but the truth of her situation was rapidly coming clear.
"Come on, bitch," he growled, his fingers scrabbling in her unlubricated cunt. "Luis is a man, not a dog to lick you and make you juicy."
He swung his massive body onto hers and his thick cudgel pushed against her soft belly. He took it in his hands and forced the hot tip a bare inch between her dry cuntlips. Before her body could react he jammed his dick into her farther, painfully shoving the massive organ into her dry and unready womb.
"ARRRGGHHH! DONNNN'TT!" she screamed.
Luis lunged heavily in and out and it felt as if he were sandpapering her most delicate tissues. The pain was almost unbearable. But he stopped in seconds and she stared up at him wide-eyed, not realizing right away that the excitement of forcing her made him go off like a bomb. She heard his heart pound heavily and then had not only the physical distress of his heavy body on hers, but the indignity of lying there while his thick sperm shot into her and bathed her pussy with its slick heat.
She had a moment of hope. Was that all? If she could fuck Ramon as easily, then....
But she wasn't going to be that lucky.
When he eased off her limp body, she begged him to remove the sash that tied her wrist behind her. "Please, it's killing me." She shifted on the bed in an effort to ease her tortured arms. "I won't fight, honest."
"Sure, why not?" Having shot his wad off once, Luis was in a better frame of mind. He believed the blonde's spirit was broken in any case, so he untied the knot and let her stretch and rub her arms. "Now let's see you give a little head, baby," he said lazily. "Get on down there and make Daddy's dick hard again."
Gloria was revolted all over again. Sucking Pepe's cock had been a pleasure, and she couldn't do it too often. And being fucked by this brute hadn't been bad, even though she hated to admit it. After all, she'd only to lie still and take it. But putting his ugly penis in her mouth-oh, no! It would make her throw up.
When she didn't move, Luis thought he detected defiance again. He rolled toward her and his hands came around her big breasts. "Don't you give me any shit, baby. Any cheap whore that'll fuck a dog is just barely good enough to lick Luis Pendejo's ass-and you're gonna do that too, before we're through. Get me?" His strong fingers pulled on her tits as if he were trying to break them loose from her body.
"Please! Pul-lease," she begged, writhing and whimpering.
"You need a good lesson and I'm just the man to give it to you," the cruel Mexican said. "Now hump your ass farther down in the bed."
She moved where he shoved her and held her breath while he worked his big body up on top of her, straddling her at the waist. Her eyes widened in fear as his dong flopped against the slim column of her neck. Why didn't I get down there and suck him off? If he fucks into my mouth he'll kill me for sure!
"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully.
"You'll see!" He laughed derisively at the open terror in her blue eyes, and shifted forward so that his ass was almost in her face.
She could feel the scratchy hair on his testicles scrubbing her lips as he lowered his heavy body. The wrinkled sac of his balls pushed against her mouth and she opened it, afraid to displease him any more. "Suck it, baby," he ordered and she took the odorous ugly bag against her tongue. He ground down against her and she was madly tempted to bite on the sensitive tissue-but fear kept her compliant. His heavy thighs lay against her nostrils and she could hardly breathe, especially as humiliated tears choked her throat.
Gloria sensed the wildness that was coursing through the Mexican's gross body, and knew she had better be very, very careful. If his temper was aroused, anything could happen. She tried to stifle her tears, and even held herself rigid when he inched forward so his pockmarked ass cheeks were directly over her face.
"Lick it! Now!" He pressed downward, spreading his ass wide against her face. His heavy testicles lay on her cheeks while his repugnant asshole nearly rammed itself on her nose.
Her tongue went out slowly, toward the foul-smelling anus, although she'd almost rather die than do it. But his hands were yanking on her disheveled mop of hair, his total weight was poised barely above her and she knew she had no choice. She licked the area on either side of the wrinkled brown hole and tried to hold back the vomit that rose in her throat.
He groaned and shifted again, letting her off from that degradation. She hadn't caught her breath yet when she found the swollen obscenely-dripping head of his penis on her cheeks, her eyelids, every inch of her contorted face. He stroked it up and down, and it looked huge to her frightened eyes.
She cried and writhed, and tried to keep from sniffing his aroma. But gradually the acrid scent of sperm caught her nostrils and had its effect. Clear moisture oozed out of its tip, and to her surprise it didn't smell much differently than Pepe's.
"You like that, don't you?" he said and grinned. "You're a cunt, just like all cunts. You wanna suck it, don't you!"
She nodded, yes, to placate him but she wasn't sure it was all fakery. Her mouth salivated fiercely as she tasted the slick cock-tip.
"Then say it!"
"Y-yes...."
"Say it! And then I'll give you what you want!"
"I want ... to suck ... your ... cock!"
He laughed gleefully and jammed his big prick forward, forcing her jaws wide open and lodging almost his entire huge rubbery glans in her mouth.
"Aaaa-gggg-hhhh," Gloria mumbled, her eyes wild as she tried to twist away and disgorge the obscenely huge organ, but she couldn't do it.
The man rose on his haunches and loomed over her, with his prick sticking downward in her mouth. He didn't try to give her too much of it, or to stroke it yet, but simply to enjoy the sight of her rosy lips ovaled around it. Her mouth was stretched so wide she couldn't have bit him if she'd wanted to. All she could do was clamp her teeth and lips around this smooth shaft and try to keep from gagging.
Soon, she was sighing with pleasure and squirming her curvaceous body on the bed in sexual discomfort. Her taste buds and olfactory nerves were rampant with excitement. The taste and smell of virile masculinity filled her mind totally and in spite of herself, she was aroused.
He moved his hips slightly, causing the shaft to twist and move forward and back in very short strokes. The friction excited the nerves in her lips and her giddiness increased even more. She felt herself growing moist and warm between her thighs.
In her first independent movement, she began to suck his cock. Her lips tightened rhythmically around the shaft, and she began to move her tongue also.
Luis closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the rapture, the psychological and physical thrill of making this proud white girl give him a blowjob.
Once Gloria was started, she didn't want to stop. A mad compulsion gripped her as she continued licking and sucking. Her mouth seemed to expand like a cunt, taking in more and more of the length below the glans. The taste and aroma of the Mexican's prick, along with the magnificent sensations of having her mouth stuffed and her lips stretched around his sliding shaft, gave her so much pleasure it drove the fear right out of her mind.
God help me, I must be losing my mind! she thought as she ran her wet tongue round and round the bulbous head. I'm more depraved than he is! But I can't help it, I love it! Love to suck! Love to suck his dirty Mexican dong!
He pulled his dick out for a moment and looked gloating down at her glassy eyes and loose lips. "You want Luis to shoot off in your mouth?" he said slyly.
"OOHHH, YESSS! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU DIRTY PINCHY BASTARD! SHOOT IT, SQUIRT IT!" Her mouth lolled open as she tried to reach his rampant cock, that he held tantalizingly away. "CUM IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW!"
And cum he did, jamming his cock deep in her throat and squirting the floods of white pungent jism over her teeth and tongue and down into her desperately working throat. She swallowed every drop of the hot torrent, moaning and writhing while her busily working lips sucked for more. Her own cum raged through her at the same time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ramon was ready to explode. He'd jerked off twice already, while his friend and patron wrestled with Gloria on the big bed. He knew he shouldn't push his luck. He generally didn't get to stay and watch Luis with the broads, he simply delivered them. But this time Luis had promised him a piece of Gloria and he didn't think he could wait much longer.
He eyed the pair on the bed jealously. Gloria lay half asleep, her head pillowed on the man's big chest, her body bent at an enticing angle. Her creamy thighs were stained with dried semen. She may not have wanted this afternoon's sexual romp, but he hadn't heard many protests once she got into it.
Her mass of golden hair had long ago burst from the tight braids, the prim coronet, and lay in a tangled mass on her shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered as she dozed, and her slow breathing told him she was satiated and content.
Luis too was slipping deeper into sleep, his chest rising and falling and the layers of fat on his stomach trembling. He snored, once and then again. Ramon couldn't stand it any longer.
His pants were already gaping open, and he took them off along with the rest of his clothes. Approaching Gloria's side of the bed, he eased his weight on it without waking Luis.
She felt him slide in behind her and blinked drowsily, unable to complain. She remembered that the fat man had promised to let Roman "tear off a little piece" and supposed herself as helpless to prevent it as she had been to resist Luis himself. Besides, there was no more fight left in her.
Ramon plastered his body against her back, his arms around her and a hand cupping each big tit. The feel of her was so thrilling that he trembled inside and had to wait until his heart slowed from racing speed. It had been a long afternoon for him, and while he enjoyed the role of voyeur, pressure had been building inside him through every tantalizing moment of it. Unlike Gloria, he was not at all sure the fat man meant to keep his promise, particularly after he'd enjoyed the luscious blonde so thoroughly.
His thick cock lay in the crack of her ass and he twisted his body until it pointed upward at her hairy relaxed slit. Hunching forward, he slid it in without difficulty. Her pink cuntlips puffed outward, loosely accepting the intruder.
Tired as she was, Gloria did feel a pang when she realized the hard prick inside her belonged to the despised Ramon. She remembered meeting him-such a short time ago-and thinking what a low specimen he was, with his stained suit and cracked leather shoes, and his cringing, fawning manner. She and the teenagers made fun of him. And now here he was, plunging his penis deep inside her womb! How low had she gotten her own self, not to make the slightest protest about it?
She felt a faint relief when he pulled out, wondering what had changed his mind. But the relief turned to alarm, seconds later, because he had that hot prickhead poised at her butthole, already painfully pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
"No!" she said sharply. "No, Ramon, not that!"
Luis snored on, blubbering in his sleep, his breath whistling in and out.
Ramon's hands gripped her hips tightly. All he'd been doing was gathering lubrication from the mingled semen and pussy juice in her womb. He pushed harder at the resistant opening, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, his cock a red and angry weapon that glistened as it bored inward.
"Cut it out!" She wriggled forward but was stopped by the bulk of the sleeping man. His inexorable rampant cock followed its target, pushing harder against her impossibly tiny, virginal anus as his hands bit into her hips. "Damn you, Ramon, quit it!"
"Shut your mouth," he said brutally, holding her steady against his renewed assault.
"God, don't, it hurts already ... OWWW! IT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" The elastic outer rim let go with a popping noise, and the tip of the big glans slid inside. Would Luis help me if I woke him, or would he laugh? I can't stand this, he's going to rip me apart!
The pain was terrible but she felt utterly helpless to do anything about it. Every move she made only served to impale her more on the punishing penis. It was boring deeper and deeper inside the narrow opening, no matter how she cringed away. The huge bloated organ surged relentlessly ahead.
In reality, as she discovered moments later, her healthy tissues expanded to an unbelievable degree to accommodate the hard intruder. If he had not moved slowly and carefully, she might well have been ripped and bleeding. But the Mexican shoved persistently but slowly and his fat cock was no more cramped than by a tight or virginal pussy.
Gloria remembered as if in a dream that she'd wanted Pepe to cornhole her ... because his young penis was still small enough to fit. But this, this was something else. Not only perverse, but sadistic! She felt as if this were to be her punishment for even thinking such thoughts, and maybe it served her right. She panted and whimpered while the pale moons of her buttocks trembled around the violating prick.
Ramon hunched forward again and his cock settled deeper inside her. It felt so fantastically good to have his neglected cock buried deep in her rectum! And he not only meant to get his rocks off in her but to revenge himself for all her slights and insults. Earlier it seemed like enough retaliation simply to deliver her to the brutal rapist, but the blonde had gotten to him more than he thought. Panting heavily, he lay against her warm buttocks and waited for the quivering inside him to subside.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned, her face contorted from the terrible pain. "God, why are you doing this to me?"
The swarthy Mexican smiled. "Go ahead and cry," he invited her. "I like to hear it."
"You sadistic bastard!" But Gloria found the pain was letting up a bit, that her nerves were relaxing enough that the buggering almost felt good. Not quite, but, well ... almost. She wriggled her ass in an experimental way, and to her amazement it hardly hurt at all.
They lay there clamped as closely together as two human beings could get, his belly on her back, his thighs against her plump ass cheeks. It was as if they were two parts of one organism, and when he moved she moved too. His fat cock twitched inside her violated anus and her inner muscles twitched back.
Ashamed as she was, she couldn't deny the lascivious thrill that shot through her in place of the mind-numbing pain. Her backside tingled and little ripples spread out from her bowels, queerly disturbing ripples that surprised her. She despised herself for it but discovered she was actually shoving backward against his cock, taking more and more of its thickness down her nether opening.
The frantic movements on the bed next to him finally woke Luis. His first reaction, seeing what Ramon was doing to the pretty white girl, was anger. Ramon had a hell of a nerve!
Then he saw Gloria's contorted face, and the way she shoved back at the punishing prick. A smile crept over his face. So she liked it, did she? His fleshy weapon began to twitch. Damn, this was turning out better than he'd expected. He moved his big body carefully, switching around so his pendulous belly rubbed against her tits. His meaty hands pulled her thighs apart and he lowered his face into her crotch, sniffing noisily as the rich mixed scents poured into his nostrils.
Gloria opened her eyes and saw his swelling cock lying just below her chin, while her nose was once again pressed in the crack of his ass. Almost out of her head with lewd excitement, she poked her tongue against his puckered asshole. The skin of his buttocks was rough and sweaty, not smooth and soft like Pepe's. All the same she had to take a lick at it, out of sheer perverse sexuality.
His face pressed harder on her hairy slit, and his hot rough tongue stroked its length. She moaned out loud and let the force of Ramon's cornholing shove her back and forth, battering her face against the Mexican asshole.
Luis chuckled to himself, knowing he'd made his prediction come true-she licked his ass all right! But his cock was fully hard and he twitched his massive body until it lay along the American's rosy stained lips.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, feeling the hot meat poking at her mouth.
The warm goo ran from her seething pussy and bathed the fat man's face as he stabbed his tongue again and again into her gaping pussy hole. It was all so fantastically great! She felt as if she was on fire and the only way to put it out was to go all the way! Her lips opened and sucked in his huge dick and then the flame became a fire storm, almost devouring her with its intensity. Luis rammed his burgeoning prick in and out of her eager mouth, while Ramon slammed his into her asshole. She could hardly move, hardly breathe!
The two pricks jabbed out their staccato throbs, while she exploded in a series of muscular flurries. The hot jism bathed her wet-slick anus and poured frothing into her mouth, while she swallowed happily.
Although Gloria had lost all count of time, and besides had no expectation of being rescued, many things were happening in the world outside her penthouse bedroom. Dan was searching for her with fire in his eye and murder in his heart.
"I'll take care of you later," he said grimly to his sobbing niece. "And you too." He turned to glare at Pepe. "You'd both better be right here when I get back. If anything's happened to Gloria-"
He moved quickly, once he'd shaken the address from Sara. Impatiently leaning on the horn, fuming at the always difficult Guadalajara traffic, he drove down town like a wild man. The elevator seemed to creep along, and he beat his fist futilely against its walls.
The foyer door was unlocked. Everything was quiet and peaceful but no one answered his knock at the inner door. Dan beat harder on the thick wooden slab, then drew back and paused to consider. Could Sara have gotten the address wrong? Tearful and excited as she was, it was perfectly possible. He'd feel like a fool breaking into somebody's office.
Remembering, he grinned ruefully. He'd returned to the motel looking for Gloria, because of the lawyer's appointment. But instead of his girl friend, he'd found Sara, Pepe and the dog.
That little devil! Fourteen years old! Her skinny little body with its hard high tits and barely -haired pussy, humping the dog and giving Pepe a blowjob at the same time! It was all I could do to keep from throwing that greaser kid and his dog over the balcony ... and grabbing myself a piece of that sweet young ass!
As it was, it took fifteen minutes of hysterics before he even thought to ask about Gloria. And another fifteen, while Sara stumbled on accusing the older woman of every sort of perversion, before she finally admitted the trick she played.
Dan was used to making decisions, but this was a tough one to handle. Should he try to kick the door down, or find the janitor and bribe him to open it?
Three rooms away, Gloria thought the hammering noise was the pounding of someone's heart. The fat Luis, his lust aroused anew, insisted on bungholing her himself. Relaxed after the last round, Gloria found it easy to let his swollen prick shove into her backside. Ramon didn't want to be left out either, and claimed her slick wet cunt for his cock. She was sandwiched between them but this way was better, as she was free to move, to ride wildly on Ramon's cock, to wiggle her ass violently back against the hairy belly of the other Mexican, to indulge herself in every lewd frantic movement she wanted. The flame inside her burned brighter than ever and she mewed like a kitten as her seething pussy exploded in a long drawn-out series of orgasms.
"Ooohhhh! AWWWWW!" she moaned, as both her vagina and her rectum gripped the two organs in shock after shock.
Neither man could resist that compelling vibration, and almost simultaneously the two shot their loads into her two clutching orifices. The feel of the hot sperm shooting into her set her off again until she thought she'd vibrate herself to pieces. The voluptuous white body was wracked with ripple after ripple.
It was Ramon, with his hard-won instinct for danger, who first noticed and understood the racket in the outside hall. He raised his head warily, and then pulled away, letting his limp prick slide loosely out of its warm nest.
"Ayyy! There's someone at the door!"
Still naked, his thighs and belly dripping the mingled sex juices, he tiptoed to the foyer door and opened a peephole hidden in the ornate carving. What he saw made him turn white with shock.
Seconds later, he was hissing at his patron and the Americana. "It's Thompson, trying to break the door down! What'll we do!"
Gloria's first thought was love and gratitude because Dan had come to rescue her, and she leaped off the bed to run to the door. Almost instantly she stopped, poised on one foot. What would Dan say or do? How could she explain all this to him? Her double guilt rose and choked in her throat. If Luis and Ramon had to defend themselves, they'd surely betray her secrets. Not only her relationship with Pepe and the dog, but her acceptance and pleasure in their dual ravishment.
God, I could never face him again! Besides, he won't help me adopt Pepe if he finds out! Still another guilt rose in her as she realized she hadn't even thought of her darling boy in hours. No, no, Dan must never find out!
"I've got to get out of here!"
"Si, si, calm yourself. There's another entrance.
Ramon will show you while I talk to the gringo."
Frantically Gloria hurried into her slip and dress and shoes-all the clothing she had left intact. The two men dressed as rapidly and hid the bits of feminine clothing that were scattered around.
"Come on, this way," Ramon whispered, taking her hand. As he softly closed the kitchen door behind them, she heard Luis's smooth unctuous voice greeting Dan.
"He'll keep him talking a while," Ramon said. "Plenty of time to get down the stairs and into a taxi."
When she paid the taxi off at the motel entrance, thankful that she'd had the wits to grab her purse, she looked around apprehensively. No one was in sight, and she hurried up to her own room.
Safely behind the locked door, she relaxed with a sigh. She'd made it! She slumped against the wall for a moment to slow her panicked heart, and then headed for the bathroom. It suddenly became the most important thing in the world, to strip off her soiled, wrinkled clothing-what there was of it-and sink into a cleansing tub of soapy hot water, to wash away not only the betraying stains but her weary guilt.
She was already soaking in the deep tub when the room door opened with a key. Pepe and Sara walked into the bathroom and looked down at her with serious faces.
"Wow, Gloria," Sara said, "have we ever got a lot to tell you!"
CHAPTER NINE
In the tumult of events, Gloria had forgotten to wonder how it was that Sara sent her to the wrong address. She lay back in the tub and listened, eyes closed, picturing it all.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you and Pepe," Sara said, "but once I did, I got so hot. I don't know how to tell you. And since I was already so jealous of you and Uncle Dan....."
Gloria nodded. She could understand.
"It was a terrible thing to do and I hope you'll forgive me. But what happened? Did you meet Ramon's friend?"
The older woman grinned briefly. "Yes, but never mind that. How did Dan find out?"
"I got what I deserved, I guess," Sara said miserably. "Dan walked in on me just as I walked in on you."
Gloria was puzzled. "Walked in on what?"
"I took Pepe with Leon to my room, remember? After watching you have so much fun with them, I just had to try it too...."
She went on to describe the scene, and it was all too vivid to Gloria....
The slim young girl closed the bedroom door and leaned against it, her mop of red hair flaming. "Pepe," she said.
The boy turned and looked at her, sensing something different in her voice. "Yes, Sara," he answered politely, but alert as a terrier.
The girl gulped. "Listen, Pepe, I saw you with Gloria. In the bathroom. You know what I mean?"
"Nooooo!"
"Yes, you do! But don't worry, I'm not going to tell." She gulped, finding it hard to continue but driven by the burning itch in her young pink-petaled pussy. "I won't tell but-Pepe! Will you do it to me, too? Will you show me how to fuck, and ... and, all those other things? Will you?"
A slow grin spread over his face. "Sure I will, Sara."
They stood looking at each other, and afterward neither of them was sure how they got over to the bed, but somehow they were sitting on it, arms around each other, their faces pressed close in a hot Frenching kiss. Sara seemed to know instinctively to keep her mouth open so his slim hard tongue could probe its warm cavity. An avalanche of feelings swept over the girl, twice as intense as she'd expected in her wildest dreams. She could feel her hot pink cunt pop open wide with heat and desire, and knew the triumph of feeling like a real woman. I'm going to get fucked for the first time ever! Pepe's going to stick his thing in there and, and fuck me, fuck me like a grown woman! Ooohhhhh....
He put his hand between her thighs and discovered with surprised pleasure she wore nothing under her dress, not panties at least. He hadn't been sure till that moment that she'd really go through with it, but now he knew. She was hot, wet, slick, and he didn't have to force his way past the outer lips because her sweet warm cunt opened for him like a flower, dripping its thick honey over his searching fingers. It was different than Gloria's, he discovered, but alike at the same time. He'd have to figure that out later. With a quick movement he flipped her back onto the bed, and spread her thighs farther apart.
Neither of them wanted more kisses, at least not at the moment. Sara was already so hot, and ready to learn, to experience. Pepe had a hard-on in .seconds, and quickly stepped out of his slacks and shorts.
It wasn't easy getting his cock into her but in a way, easier than either of them had thought. Her masturbation in Gloria's room had brought such a flow of female cum that the round head of his cock was greased by it at once. He shoved it in and felt it close around his organ like a warm and loving hand, and instantly more thick moisture oozed out to ease his way it. He was surprised and pleased at the tightness of her virginal pussy, and gasped out his pleasure.
"You're so pretty, so pretty ... muy linda, chulita ... Hold still, I want to see all of you." Without disengaging his cock, he unbuttoned the front of her minidress and with her avid cooperation, slid it over her head and arms. As he'd expected, she wore nothing else under it and her slender body with its small hard tits was completely exposed.
"Mmmmm," he buzzed, looking with love and pleasure at her small half-rounds of breasts, taut rib cage, womanly swelling of belly down to the few fine hairs curling around her groin. He was still wearing his shirt and he wanted desperately to press himself against the compelling warmth of her body. Carefully keeping his tumescent organ full bore into her tight pussy, he stripped off the shirt. Both of them smiled their pleasure when he put his tan, smooth-skinned chest against her white flesh. Her nipples swelled against him as he planted small hot kisses on her throat, her breasts, her navel, her closed eyelids and smooth forehead.
His slight body wasn't much bigger than her own, she discovered, but it was different! She said to herself, He's inside me, he's part of me, our bodies are joined together and it's heavenly. This is what it's all about, this is really living!
Sara panted and moaned, wanting to scream out her ecstasy over the churning of her guts, but she couldn't find the words to tell him how much she loved having his big cock inside her, how he was filling her itchy, needy vaginal tunnel with incredible sensitive thrills. She could feel the jar of the swelling cockhead so deep inside, and every inch of the hard column of flesh filled her so completely, she thought she'd die from sheer pleasure.
"Ohhhh, Pepe," was all she could say.
He hunched his cock forward and back, and what had seemed the ultimate in electric excitement faded before the thrill of her first genuine fuck. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, she'd been lying there passively waiting for him, but without conscious thought her hips made a quick series of movements. She was not only getting fucked, she was fucking him back! She looked into his handsome brown face, and exulted as he smiled his approval. She was doing all right; she was being a woman, a true female! A wave of triumphant joy swept over her, so intense that her eyes filled with tears.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Do it some more, Pepe, fuck me, please fuck me!"
He was as excited as she over the thought of taking her maidenhood, and there was no question in his mind that this was what he was doing. At first he'd wondered; not quite believing that she could be pure and still ask so boldly for what she wanted. But the surprise showed as plainly on her face as the lewd pleasure. What would Gloria say about this? But there was no need for her to know, he reasoned. It was to Sara's benefit to keep quiet as much as it was to his. Anyhow, hadn't Gloria done the same thing with Sara's uncle? It served her right! And with this righteous thought, he fucked his dick into her more strongly, rewarded not only by his own bodily thrills but by her little cries and mewlings.
When he kissed her again she put her tongue in his mouth, and made it as hard and demanding as his had been. Saliva flowed from both young mouths and rolled over their faces and down their throats. A thin film of sweat sprang out on the laboring bodies, as he held her shoulders and pumped his slick dick in and out with increasing vigor. Her juices ran from her opening and closing pussy with each outward motion, oozing over the base of his belly and down the crack of her ass, to tickle her with a pleasant irritation.
She was lucky, as she found out later. Gloria told her that not many girls cum with first intercourse, but Sara did. It wasn't that she tried to, because she didn't even know enough to try. But one moment she was delightedly moving up and down on his smooth shaft, and the next, seemingly with no transition, her body took charge of her actions. She weaved up and down, in and out, her cunt's resilient young muscles squeezing at his cock. Her strength increased enormously, it was as if something inside herself was pushing to get out and nothing could slow or stop its force.
Pepe surged forward and back, mindlessly lost in this warmth of girl-flesh, shouting hoarsely with happiness. His spurts of semen and intensely throbbing prick were the whole world, at that moment. His manly tool stayed hard enough to keep its place inside her even after his cum, and he felt every tiny ripple of hers even with the warm bath that flowed between them.
They clung together and kissed, and sighed, and rubbed their sweat-wet bodies against each other. Sara felt a sweeping pride and joy, so overwhelming that tears filled her eyes. Throwing her slender white arms around his brown body, hugging him to her, she said, "Oh, Pepe, that was wonnnderful!"
The boy grinned at her. "You like, huh?"
"Oh, yessss!" Reluctantly she felt his prick slip out of its warm wet nest. "Oh, but, Pepe!" She sat up, excited by her thoughts. "Listen, I'm going to suck you too, okay? And the dog ... can you make him fuck me, too?"
"I don' need to make him," Pepe smiled again. "Leon, he just loves to fuck! Look at him now!"
Shyly but with open curiosity, she glanced at the big dog. He stood there, tail wagging, and sure enough! He had a hard-on, red and shiny, that almost touched the floor. Sara thought her heart would beat right out of her girlish chest at the sight. Looking back at the boy, she gurgled with pleasure. His dear little cock was growing hard again! She took it in her hands and examined it, rolling the foreskin back gently between her fingers, amazed at the fat perfection of the organ.
Pepe had his own curiosity. Somehow he'd never completely examined Gloria's twat, somehow they were always too busy doing things with it and to it for a close inspection. He remembered how different this young vagina had felt on his cock. Pulling her knees apart, he stroked the plump pink outer lips open and stared, fascinated, at the red raggedy shiny convolutions hidden inside. He found the tiny swelling of her clit and stroked it lovingly, and felt her quick movement.
"You're pretty all over," he said. "Not much hair yet, but you don' need it, you're so pretty."
Sara shivered with pleasure. "Listen, Pepe, if I don't suck it right, if I don't give you a good blowjob ... you'll tell me, won't you? So I do it right?"
"Sure I will," he promised. It made him feel good to think he knew more about anything at all, when he was just an uneducated Mexican boy, a shoeshine boy. He could hardly believe all this was happening to him, and feared it was a dream from which he might wake at any moment and find himself sleeping under a stall in the market, wrapped in a torn serape. He thought of Gloria, his new Mama, and a pang of conscience hit him. She was the one who'd saved him from that terrible poverty, and how was he repaying her? Deep inside he knew she wouldn't like this, not at all.
"Sara," he faltered, "maybe we shouldn't ... I don't think Mama would like it."
"Mama? Oh, you mean Gloria. Well, don't worry," she said with confidence. "We're not going to tell her about it, that's all. And she'll be gone all afternoon ... at the lawyer's." Her conscience didn't even give her a little twinge because she'd almost come to believe her lies. Besides, her hot little cunt wasn't nearly satisfied. The picture of Gloria and Pepe and Leon was engraved on her mind and she knew nothing could stop her until she'd experienced exactly the same thing.
"Come on, Pepe," she coaxed, her hand running up and down his brown arm. "We can't quit now...."
Well, she was white just like Gloria, and what could a poor Mexican boy do but obey? Particularly when her restless fingers were starting up a drumbeat of desire in his sexy young body. He surrendered, pulling her to him so he could imprint the feel of her on his skin and nerve endings.
The most he could persuade Sara to do was climbing on the big firm bed rather than stretching out on the cold bathroom floor. "It's the same thing," he teased as he straddled her throat. "It's not where you do it but what you do!"
The girl was convinced, particularly when she found the manly appetizing cock dangling just below her chin. "Oooohhh!" she squealed, as it tickled her neck, "Ooooh, Pepe, you're beautiful too!"
The young boy's heart swelled with pride at the sight of her slim white fingers tentatively holding his fat organ. He hunched forward and let his weight rest on his knees, his hands splayed out on either side of her curly red hair. He'd already noticed that the few shiny hairs on her twat showed a hint of color too, and he could imagine what her cunt would look like when it was fully furred, if it came out as red as the hair on her head.
"Lick it," he ordered huskily and she did, her pink tongue slathering wetly against his tumescent flesh. She folded the softness of his foreskin over again, her hands gentle but skillful, so her tongue reached every sensitive wrinkle.
The taste, acrid yet delicious, was something Sara hadn't expected. When she realized that part of what she was taking in, this strange richness, came from her own body, she shivered happily. A few drops of precoital cum oozed from the tiny opening and coated her teeth.
"Put it in your mouth," Pepe said.
"Awwwww, I can't!" Nevertheless her mouth flew open and the burgeoning prick slipped it. After that it was not a question of orders and obedience as Sara's natural sexuality took over. Her ovaled sucking mouth worked busily and drew the hard cock in, right to its hairy roots.
"Ummmmm," she murmured over her mouthful. "MMMMMM!" Her hands reached up under him and found his young balls, and cupped them lightly. She wanted to suck them too, but without letting go of his enlarging cock! Her mind was a maelstrom of conflicting desires, and she compromised by letting the cock slip out briefly while she tongued his testicles swiftly. Then there were the smooth cheeks of his ass right there in front of her, demanding at least a quick lick! She drove her hands into his hips, moving him forward and back until she had to give into temptation and clamp her mouth on the tight pink ring of his asshole.
"AAARRGGH!" Pepe leaped under his unexpected attack and then settled back, smiling to himself at the wealth of sexuality he'd released from the inexperienced girl. He felt the pointed tongue probe briefly at his sphincter muscles, and then slide back to the base of his hard cock.
Totally absorbed in the new sensations, Sara had forgotten all about the dog Leon. In fact it took her a moment or two to realize what was happening, when her loosely sprawled legs felt something warm nudging them wider. Leon in his canine way judged the right time to move in, and the right thing to do. His big tongue lapped at the inside of her knees and moved steadily upward, showering the tender skin with his freely flowing saliva. It felt like a warm bath to the girl, a tickling yet pleasant sensation. When he reached inside her thighs, barely below her twitching pussy, her hips moved quickly in small driving motions, pushing her crotch down against the pleasure-giving mouth.
Pepe felt her move and grinned, knowing what was happening behind them. He clucked his tongue softly to encourage the dog-not that Leon needed any urging!
The fast hot tongue slurped right up between the outer lips of her cunt, titillating the nerve-rich inner flesh. Sara squirmed uncontrollably. The lascivious pleasure of having her pussy licked by a dog was only equalled by anticipating what came next.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, you beast!" she moaned. "You're teasing me now ... OOOOHHHHH!" A warm furry weight settled on her lower body and something new, not the tongue but something else, probed and poked at her wide open pussy. The fat lips fluttered around the dog's hard cock, trying to engulf it just as she seemingly tried to swallow Pepe's cock right up to its hairy roots. She arched her back and spread her legs wider, as wide as she could, while the long-haired beast hunched his big body forward. The slick red cock hovered for a moment at the entrance and then slid easily between the tight, almost-virginal walls of her vagina.
"AAIIII! URRRRR!" Her little mouth was so full of Pepe's warm vibrating cock that she could only make incoherent grunting sounds.
Pepe lifted his ass and leaned over her so she could take it all in, and have the double pleasure of sucking him off while the dog rammed his cock into her pussy.
"YIIIIIIII!" he screamed, almost out of his head with the frantic lewd pleasure of her lips and teeth and tongue. His cock shoved against the back of her throat as he bobbed up and down, fucking hard into it. Through his half-closed eyes he could see the ecstasy on her innocent face as she answered the dog's strokes with her active hips, as well as his own.
She moaned, he screamed, and the bedsprings were going a mile a minute under the triple assault. The headboard rattled against the wall in a fast tattoo.
It was this peculiar combination of sounds that halted Dan Thompson with upraised hand, just as he was about to knock on the door of Gloria's room. Without stopping to wonder or reason, he turned on his heel and strode to the room his daughter and niece were sharing. Sara in her inexperience had neglected to lock the door, and Dan went through it fast, only to be brought to an unbelieving halt. He reached behind and closed the door softly, his eyes glued to the fantastic scene in front of him.
He blinked in amazement, at the blur of fast-moving bodies on the motel bed. The boy, the dog, Sara-he must be losing his mind! This couldn't actually be happening!
He knew he ought to pull them apart instantly, but something stopped him. He was aware of Sara's growing sexuality; in fact, he was aware of a lot more than the three teenagers ever suspected. He knew his niece had a crush on him and he'd been tempted many times to give in to his own lust, as well as satisfy hers. One thing had always stopped him: his belief in her virginity. Dan didn't want the responsibility of being the man to break her hymen, the first one to fuck the unknowing girl.
That little devil ... and I thought I knew all about her! Just like I know what Mike and Amy are up to! They've been having sex together for years but they never knew I suspected ... or Sara ... or am I wrong about that, too? Shit! How much else have I been missing?
His cock sprang up and tented his trousers as he watched the writhing mass of sexuality in front of him. His ordinarily logical brain was stunned both by the overwhelming desires that flooded it, and by shock at discovering himself so wrong, on so many counts. He'd watched his own children develop and wrestled with his conscience about their growing involvement with each other-which, he knew, was a least partly physical. But if he managed to separate them, what then? Would Amy find a less desirable sexual partner? Would Mike resent losing his loving sister, and rebel like so many other kids?
In the end, he did nothing. He was sure they were discreet enough that their cousin Sara wouldn't be harmed or corrupted. In fact, there'd been an unspoken agreement between father and children, to that effect.
Or, he thought there had been!
While these thoughts were running through his dazed mind, the three participants were coming to a gloriously shattering climax. Pepe gripped Sara's mop of hair and moaned, his buttocks twitching while his balls jerked out their stored-up load. Sara, her eyes tightly shut, clung to the boy while intense spasms rippled over her white body.
Even through her own cum, she was aware of Leon's behavior and felt a small pang of alarm. His hard thrusts slowed and his forepaws no longer beat against her hips, but clutched her tightly around the waist. It seemed to the girl that he was pushing forward, as if to impale her even farther on his cock, tugging and straining. His haunches moved rapidly in a vibrating movement, and the animal prick inside her vibrated even more. His panting breath scorched her belly, and the saliva dripped down, pooling in her belly button. She realized dimly that this was his climax, but it seemed to go on forever. Her convulsive contractions had slowed and stopped, long before the big dog tried to loose himself.
Dan, watching, suffered a moment of panic. The dog was caught fast, unable to free himself from the tiny and all but virginal pussy! He moved forward, uncertain what to do, but fearful that the animal would pull too strongly and tear the delicate tissues clasping his still hard prick.
But Pepe again came to the rescue of Leon's unwitting victim. Swinging around, he put one hand on the dog's hunched back, and the other on the girl's gently rounded belly. Talking first in Spanish to Leon, then quickly in English to Sara, he tried to soothe them both.
"Lie still, Sara," he warned the girl. "He gets-how you say? He gets hung up on-I don' know what you call it. That lump there, see? I get him off you muy rapido.
The small cuntmouth eased by degrees, as Leon relaxed under his master's soothing voice. It wasn't until then, when the exhausted animal drew his cock slowly out of the girl's belly and fell over beside her, that the two youngsters looked up.
They saw Dan. Pepe's brown skin paled and he let out an explosive burst of his native language. Sara closed her eyes and wished she could faint on demand. Her mouth opened and closed but she couldn't say a word....
Sara described the scene to Gloria in such vivid detail, that the blonde widow seemed to live it right along with her.
"I was so ashamed," the girl concluded miserably, "not so much for what I'd done, but I ... Gloria, I don't know if you can ever forgive me. I have to tell you because ... oh, shit, you're going to find out anyway. When Uncle Dan jumped all over me, I defended myself by accusing you. I told him what I'd seen, and I was just trying to copy you."
Suddenly Gloria realized that her bath water had grown cold, and she climbed out and wrapped a towel around herself.
"Then what happened?"
"I'd forgotten all about-about the trick I played on you. Sending you to Ramon's friend. But it all came back and-damn it, can you ever forgive me? I hate myself for it ... Anyhow, I felt so bad, so wicked, and I had to confess to Uncle Dan. Of course he tore right out of here, looking for you."
After her tiring afternoon, Gloria's mind was slow and sluggish. It seemed that disaster awaited her wherever she turned. Dan might be angry with his niece, but he'd be no less angry with herself, Gloria, for showing-however accidentally-the young girl the ways of perverse sexuality.
Nor would he want to marry a woman like that.
She looked at Pepe and the worst fear of all clutched her heart. Would Dan help her adopt the boy, once he knew what really went on between them? Certainly not!
Worse, he'd probably do anything in his power to take the boy away from her. She stared long and lovingly into those huge deep brown eyes, and realized all over again that he was the only important thing in the world. Adopted or not, she had to have him.
CHAPTER TEN
"Take me with you, pul-leasse!" Sara begged. The girl was almost hysterical at the thought of having to face her uncle alone.
Gloria looked at her in sympathy, but she was unmoved. "I'm not angry, Sara," she said. "That's not the point. But it would be-it would be almost like kidnapping. Dan would have every reason to be furious ... and besides, it wouldn't work. He'd have the police after us right away." Whereas, she added silently to herself, he'll be only too glad to get rid of Pepe and me.
The teenager tried to pull herself together. "I know you're right, Gloria," she admitted, "but I'm scared all the same."
"Don't worry, I'll leave him a note. He won't blame you."
It was easier said than done, however. When she sat down at the desk, her thoughts wandered wildly. She didn't know how much to admit to, without getting Sara in worse trouble. That eliminated all mention of the exhausting but somehow thrilling afternoon she'd spent with Luis Pendejo and his pimp Ramon.
In the end, she merely said this:
Dan: Please forgive me for the trouble I've caused you. Everything Sara told you about Pepe and me is quite true, please don't blame her. I'm taking him away somewhere, it doesn't matter where. I wish you and the kids the best of luck, and hope you'll forgive me some day. Gloria.
She wasn't really satisfied with the note, but it was the best she could do. In a very short time, she had the luggage in the car and headed out of Guadalajara. Somewhere in this huge country, she and Pepe would lose themselves....
Dan Thompson swore heartily when he read the note. "Goddamn idiot females! If there's three good roads to go and one wrong one, you can bet a woman'll take the wrong one every time!"
Amy and Mike, who'd just arrived back at the motel, looked at each other and shrugged. They'd read the note, they'd seen Sara's guilty and tearful face, but that was all; they hadn't a clue as to what was going on.
"I've never seen you so angry, Dad," Amy ventured.
"Me too," Mike said. "I'm sure glad it's not me you got a hard-on for."
Dan turned and glared at him. "You're just as responsible as anyone else. If you and Amy hadn't been sneaking off to be alone all the time, you'd have seen what's going on. You'd have known Sara was in trouble of some kind, and tried to help her."
The brother and sister exchanged guilty glances. "Wh-what do you mean, Dad?" Mike quavered.
"I mean it's about time we had some truth in this family, as well as some consideration for others." He paused, and decided the beginnings of truth had better come from him. "You've been getting in your sister's pants for at least two years that I know of, Mike. Maybe it's my fault for not watching you more closely. Or maybe for not speaking to your mother, since you spend most of the year with her. But she's, uh, well, you know your mother...."
Mike rolled his eyes and whistled. "Gee, Dad, please don't do that! She thinks sex is like, well, it's for if you want to have a baby. She'd never ever understand."
"Don't I know it," Dan said ruefully. "Why do you think we got divorced? No, I wouldn't do that to you. I've had enough tears and hysterics from her without wishing it on you."
Sara sat in a corner, making herself as small as possible. She could hardly believe what she was hearing! Amy and Mike-why, that was incest! But it certainly explained a lot of things, principally why she and Amy had seemed to drift apart more and more, losing their old close friendship. And why Mike never gave her, Sara, a tumble. All the time she'd figured it was because they were related-wasn't that a laugh? She stared from one face to the next, trying to take it all in. Sex was certainly more confusing than she'd ever dreamed. And yet, none of this seemed possible.
"Is-is that true, Mike? Amy? Have you really been-?" she couldn't get the right words out.
Mike was red-faced, but he didn't mean to let Amy take the blame. "It's my fault, Dad, not Amy's. She didn't want to for a long time but I, I sorta talked her into it."
"It's my fault too," Amy said bravely. "I wanted to just as much as you did, Mike, so tell the truth like Dad says. But won't you tell us what all this is about Sara, and Gloria and Pepe?"
"I don't know where to begin." Dan rubbed his knuckles over his eyes and tried to straighten out his thoughts. "You tell it, Sara, while I think." The only thing in his mind was Gloria, and the trouble she might get into. He realized that the blonde widow had gotten to him even more than he'd thought, that he was in fact deeply in love with her. "No matter what's going on, no matter what she's done with that greaser kid," he muttered to himself.
She has no idea how sexy and desirable and voluptuous she is! She's like a bomb waiting to go off, or an accident looking for a place to happen. She's not dumb, but she's innocent-Pepe or no Pepe-and God help me, she's my responsibility as much as Amy and Mike and Sara! I've got to find her, got to take care of her!
Meantime, Sara had her cousin's rapt attention as she told her story. " ... so after Pepe fucked me, I gave him a blowjob while the dog fucked me and-"
"You didn't!"
"That dog, Leon? I don't believe it!"
Sara began to feel better. She'd envied her cousins their seeming sophistication, but now she'd caught up with them and then some! "Oh, yes, it was a lot of fun," she said nonchalantly.
Dan listened with half his attention, wondering what to do about the kids as well as how to find Gloria. He should be shocked, he knew, and find some drastic way of ending their incestuous relationship. On the other hand, he could remember "playing doctor" with his own sister, and when they were older he'd have screwed her silly if she'd let him. It was difficult to be moralistic when your own thoughts were far from pure. Sex is a powerful thing, he reasoned, and once a kid gets a taste of it, he's never going to give it up. Hell, sex was what made the world go 'round, and any amount of preaching and scolding couldn't change that.
He was proud of his kids. They were clear thinking, honest-except in the one area-and reliable. They weren't rebels or long hairs or hippies. He didn't want them to change their basically decent outlook on life, and if having sex together kept them safe-well, so be it!
He knew there was one other thought in the back of his mind, one he'd have to take out and examine as soon as the emergency was over and he had Gloria back safe and sound. The truth was, he'd had eyes for both Amy and Sara himself, and he couldn't deny it. They were two very attractive young ladies, and who had more right than a father to-but that was for later. Right now, he'd better shape up and take some action, if he could find the right action to take.
As if following his thoughts, his pretty Amy came over and snuggled into his lap. "Dad, you're not mad at us, are you? Please don't be mad."
His arms went around her automatically. What a little beauty she was getting to be, and how sweet she was, and nice she smelled! "No, honey, it's more my fault than anyone's. I'm the adult here, I should have done things differently somehow. Don't you worry, Amy, we'll talk it all over after-after I get Gloria back."
"Oooh, Dad!" The girl hesitated. "You still want her back after ... I mean, no matter what she did with Pepe?"
"You're damn right I do," he answered grimly. "Now you three bright kids put your thinking caps on, and help me decide where to look first."
"The easiest place to lose yourself," Mike said thoughtfully, "is in a big city. Like, right here in Guadalajara. Or maybe in Mexico City."
Dan laughed. "Exactly right, Mike! And if you girls will forgive me my theories about females, that means Gloria is heading for some small town. Some place where she and Pepe will be gossiped about. In fact, some American type resort, because she doesn't speak Spanish."
The two girls cried out indignantly at his reasoning, but he and Mike studied the map. "Here's where I'll try first," Dan said, pointing. "Only thirty, forty miles away, small town, lots of gringos with nothing to do but gossip. Chapala or Ajijic, I'll bet you!"
The teenagers volunteered to go along, but he turned them down. "Just try and stay out of trouble for a day or two, all right? You have enough money for meals and incidentals. And, Mike, why don't you and Amy try to get reacquainted with your cousin? It seems to me you could all learn something from each other."
Once the three were alone, they looked at each other rather nervously. So much had happened so quickly, it would take time to get their balance back. Mike and Amy were still dazed from discovering their "secret" was no secret after all. Sara had suffered so much, both pleasure and unhappiness, that she felt emotionally drained.
"What do you think he meant," Amy asked, "when he said we could all learn something from each other?"
In spite of her fatigue, Sara giggled. "Like, about sex?"
Mike looked at the two with narrowed eyes. Sara sure was a cute little thing, almost as cute as his sister. Her tits were smaller, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She was a year younger than Amy, and both her tits and her saucy little ass would undoubtedly grow. But what would Amy say? It was true, brother and sister had been an exclusive little community, shutting everyone else out. He wouldn't hurt his sister for anything in the world, but he sure would like to grab a piece off Sara too.
Amy read his mind, and examined her own. Sure, she could be jealous of her cousin. But on the other hand, if they got Pepe back, then she certainly intended to try out the young Mexican.
So, she couldn't expect less of Mike, or more of him, than she expected of herself.
All this passed through her mind in a flash, and she answered, "Yeah, like about sex! It's time you tried another pussy besides mine, Mike, and it's, you know, nice to keep it in the family!"
Sara blushed as the handsome boy looked at her more boldly. She'd had a crush on him for so long, she couldn't believe he was actually going to make love to her. But her little cunt was growing soft and damp, she could feel the plump lips popping open as if gasping for air. When Mike put his arms around her, her hips ground into him in an unmistakable way.
"Golly, you're really hot," Amy said. She'd been prepared to be critical, but she felt all warm and squirmy inside. A rush of love for the younger girl swept over her, and she said impulsively, "Let me help! Let me undress Sara, Mike, please!"
In an excess of shame after her uncle caught her with Pepe and the dog, Sara had taken both a bath and shower, scrubbing herself until her skin felt raw. She'd also put on her most demure clothing: size A bra, cotton panties, embroidered cotton slip, and a long-sleeved, high-necked dress. It took time to get her out of all that, particularly as Amy's hands were awkward and shaking with excitement. But eventually the fourteen-year-old stood naked in the middle of the room, her eyes searching Mike's face anxiously. Would he consider her too young and undeveloped? He might even laugh!
But he didn't laugh, he smiled and whistled appreciatively. "You're going to be a real beauty some day, honey. In fact, you're beautiful right now."
Mike stripped quickly, forgetting even to look at his sister to see if she really meant what she said. He couldn't wait to put his dong inside that tight young twat! Like many another man before him, he discovered that new pussy was a challenge he couldn't resist. No matter how good the familiar lovemaking, there was something irresistible about what he hadn't yet tried.
He thumbed down his shorts and looked with pride at the long hard erection that sprang out. He'd give this pretty little cousin a banging she'd never forget! Better than that Mexican kid, or his name wasn't Mike Thompson! He wanted to stay cool, but it wasn't easy, and he felt himself tremble as he shoved her down on the bed.
Sara's cunt sucked gently as he slammed his cock deep inside. It has only been a few hours since she'd made love to Pepe and been fucked by the dog, and her insides still seemed stretched and-for her youth-expansive. She could hardly believe it was Mike who was shooting it to her like this! Much as she'd yearned for his attention in a romantic sort of way, she'd never even dreamed of this! Dazed with the rapid series of events, she let herself go completely into the mind-denying action, and her little hips moved up and down in a rapid series of fucking motions. For the first time she was conscious of the way her tumescent clit was receiving a constant and delightful abrasion.
"AAHHHHH! FUCK ME HARDER, MIKE!" she groaned into his contorted face.
"You sweet baby," he returned in a guttural whisper.
Watching them, Amy thought she should pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Her brother was fucking her cousin and that by practically an invitation of her father!
What was the phrase that politicians and people like that were always using? Mind-boggling, yes, that was it. This was a mind-boggling experience. She watched the rapid beat of her brother's ass, stuck up in the air in a way that would be ludicrous if it weren't so exciting. And was this just the beginning? Where could they go from here? Would Daddy let them continue this way?
Slipping her fingers under the elastic of her panties and leaning way back in the chair, Amy decided that it all depended on Gloria. The woman had some mysterious charm for her father, but how could he feel that way when he knew she'd been fucking both Pepe and the dog?
Still, having the former shoeshine boy in the family might be nice ... and the dog, too. Her fingers stroking her clitoris harder, she tried to pierce the veil of the future. How nice it was that her climax was coinciding with that of the two on the bed.
And what would it really be like, having a dog's cock in her own cunt?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pepe lay on his stomach in the middle of the big bed, stark naked, his feet waving above his firm ass, his elbows planted in pillows. He was totally absorbed in a Mexican comic book that he'd picked up in the hotel lobby.
Gloria watched him lovingly from across the room, where she was combing her hair and getting ready for dinner. His skin was such a gorgeous color, she couldn't think of the right word to describe. Like a shiny copper penny, but paler than that. His shock of black hair was getting long; perhaps they'd find a barber shop in the morning. His body was firm and shapely as a miniature Greek god. Of course it was his face, with its engaging grin, a flash of white teeth and dimples, and most of all his eyes, that turned her on. Those eyes, there was no describing them. Softer than velvet, deeper than a mountain pool ... My God, I'm getting poetic! But one look into those eyes and my whole body begins to tingle! I've never felt anything like this before. I can't keep my hands off him. I want to be touching him every minute of every day!
She could see in the mirror over the bed that his lips moved soundlessly as he pointed to each word with a stubby finger. She promised herself that she'd learn Spanish, so she could help him read and write in both languages. She didn't really approve of the comic book, which looked like a more lurid version of Superman, but the teacher in her said it was better to read something, almost anything, than nothing at all.
"Pepe, are you getting hungry?"
"Mmmmmmm."
"Get dressed now, dear, and we'll go eat."
"Si, Mama. One little minute."
It had been a long, exhausting day and Gloria was tired as well as hungry. Still, when she looked at the slim nude body sprawled so carelessly on the bed, her feet carried her over to his side. "Are you getting hungry?" she asked again, and tickled his satiny tan ribs.
Pepe, responding instantly, rolling on his side, laughing up into her face, pulling her down on top of him. "Are you hungry? Are you hungry?" he mocked her while he bit at her full rosy mouth. "Pepe is only hungry for his Mama!"
"Oh, dear," she said, laughing helplessly with him. "You'll get me all mussed up, darling!"
"And you, you get me all excited! Look! Feel!" He pushed her hand down between their bodies and put her fingers around his cock. Sure enough, it was swelling under the gentle pressure, already moist at the tip when she gently rolled back the foreskin.
"God, God, you're so wonderful," she said and sighed. "But, sweetheart, I'm all cleaned up and I really am hungry, and ...."
Still teasing, he swung his body sideways so the tumescent prick bounced up toward her face. "Eat, Mama, if you're hungry! Your baby has a nice big mouthful for you!"
She couldn't resist taking a little lick, and then another. He smelled and tasted so good! No matter how difficult it would be, she could never give him up! She closed her eyes briefly and thought of her frantic flight that afternoon. It was already so late, she wouldn't get far unless she drove after dark-which everybody had warned her against. She might get lost, because the roads were poorly marked. She thought of all those things in a panic, wondering which way to turn, where to head for. Then she saw the sign with an arrow: Chapala. Oh, yes, an American community, several of them in fact. People who spoke English!
Her tentative plans were, in a week or so, to find some small untouched Mexican village where she and her "son" could melt into the landscape. But she wasn't ready for that yet, she needed an immediate refuge, some place she could relax while she began to learn to speak Spanish and explored the countryside for just the right village.
"Come back, come back, Mama! Where you go?"
She realized her mind had drifted off, even while she lay there with the throbbing organ in her slack hands. She slipped its warm smoothness into her salivating mouth, sucking lightly while her mind went on working.
Her plan was recklessness itself, but she didn't care. Back in Ohio, she had not only savings in the bank, an equity in a house, but money in her teacher's retirement fund. It was not a lot, taken all together, but then, living could be cheap in Mexico. She'd eat beans and tortillas every day, if she had to, if it meant keeping Pepe with her! She was afraid to take him back home, afraid of probing eyes and gossiping tongues; and of the boy's own artless innocence as well. No, she'd have to stay in Mexico until-until what? She didn't know. Till the boy grew up? Till she recovered from her insane passion for him?
"Suck! Suck!" he urged her, his hips weaving back and forth.
She sucked, drawing his boyish prick deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat and her nose was pressed against the base of his belly. His cock is mine, to play with, to love, to do whatever I please ... as long as it pleases him too. Oh, cum, Pepe, cum. CUM IN MY MOUTH SO I CAN SWALLOW EVERY DELICIOUS DROP.'!! It's mine, it's all mine! And I love it!
The boiling cum shot into her throat as she clutched his smooth hard ass, running her fingers down its crack, pressing moistly at his anus so that he jerked and leaped against her semen-stained face.
Gloria climaxed too, unbelievably, without a hand on her or a cock up her vibrating cunt. Her body rattled like an aspen tree in a high wind, like a shell being rolled over and over by an incoming tide. She'd never known there was such happiness, such intense gratification possible, and she moaned wordlessly as her gulping throat tried to drain the last drops of milky jetting sperm.
"Oh, Mama Mama Mama." Pepe sank back on the pillows, his boyish face peacefully satisfied. "You're some Mama, I never think any woman in the world could be like you."
Moments later he bounced up brightly. "Now all you got to do is wash your face and comb your hair, while Pepe gets dressed!"
She laughed fondly at this, because it was true. That, and mopping up a little between her legs, where her creamy juices had spilled down the inside of her thighs!
Yes, it was worth it, it was worth whatever price she had to pay.
They'd found the Posada Ermita just beyond Chapala, and knew instantly it was the place. It was rather isolated, and that appealed to her mood. One had to turn in a long drive, almost to the beautiful lake itself, and in fact some of the rooms and the dining room overlooked the water. Shabbily comfortable and inexpensive, it seemed to be just right as a temporary stopping place while she looked around and made further plans. Pepe liked it, too, because there were riding horses tethered on the beach. He hadn't said anything but his black eyes grew huge, and she could almost read the words forming in his mind.
They had barely reached the table when Dan, following his own line of reasoning, drove into the Posada Ermita parking lot. There, sure enough, was the now dusty rental car. He laughed to himself, thinking how safe Gloria must feel-and how far the reality was from her vision of it. Without doubt every tongue in the place was wagging about the so-blonde senora and the handsome little kept Mexican boy! The news and lewd speculations would travel to Chapala, to Ajijic, and probably to the other villages along the lake. It was such a juicy morsel of gossip, he wouldn't be surprised to hear about the brazen gringa in Guadalajara!
Yes, just as he'd thought, the word puta was already written in the dust on the car. If Gloria saw it, would she know it meant whore in Spanish? And-because she was alone, without a man to protect her-the next thing would be a nosy village priest paying her a call and inquiring about the child.
If she were older and not so voluptuous, if the boy were younger and not so brightly handsome, she might get away with it. But not Gloria, and not Pepe!
He saw her turn white with shock as he entered the dining room and pulled up a chair at her table. He could hear and sense the ripples of interest around them, and a waiter scurried over immediately.
"Two margaritas, doubles," he said curtly. "And a Coca for the boy."
"D-Dan." She had to clear her throat before getting the word out, and even then her voice was as fine and limp as a silk thread dangling from a needle. "What-what are you doing here? Didn't you get my note?"
"Yes, I got it but-let me have a drink first, will you? It's been a long day."
They sipped the frosty drinks and, when he spoke, it was seemingly irrelevant. "Where's the dog?"
She was startled, her eyes flying wide. "Sleeping in the room. Pepe got him some raw hamburger earlier. But-why?"
He grinned. "He's gotten so popular with my kids, it'd be a shame to lose him now."
"Ohhh!" The color flowed back in her cheeks. "Are you being sarcastic? I don't understand you, Dan!"
"I'm not sure I understand myself. But let's eat, and then we'll talk."
After the meal he turned to the subdued Pepe. "I saw you watching the horses. Do you want to ride?"
"Oh, yesss, please."
Dan handed him some bills. "Try not to break your neck, son."
Back in the room, he turned to Gloria. "Try to relax, will you? I'm not going to hit you, or even yell at you. We've got a lot of talking to do. But first of all, let me say-I understand about you and Pepe." He glanced over at the sleeping dog. "Understanding about Leon was a bit harder, but I think I've managed that too. After seeing him with Sara, I got so turned on it was all I could do not to rape her on the spot. In fact, if I hadn't been so worried about you, I probably would have. Not that she'd need much raping."
Gloria gawked at him, unable to believe what he was saying so calmly. "But, Dan, You're not like that! You're a decent man with a nice family. I don't know what your purpose is, but I know you're lying to me."
"Would it make any difference if I told you my son and daughter have been fucking each other for years? And that I knew about it and didn't do a thing?"
All she could do was repeat weakly, "But you're not like that."
"Don't kid yourself, baby, everybody's like that. Somewhere inside, at any rate, though lots of us never let it come to the surface." He paused a moment and laughed. "Okay, maybe not everybody. My ex-wife, for instance, I forgot about her. And there's plenty of others like her, I suppose. But, and don't you ever forget it, there's plenty like you and me, too. Some of us never find it out, and go through life vaguely unsatisfied, not knowing what's wrong. I'd guess you were like that, and in a certain sense I was too. Oh, I fucked around plenty, but I never even admitted to myself that I had the hots for my own daughter, or for Sara. Now-" he hesitated. "Now I'm not quite sure what I think, or what I'm going to do. Except for one thing, that I'm sure of."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to marry you, Gloria, so you might as well get used to the idea. Don't get panicky, Pepe's included in the deal. And I guess good old Leon has to be too, if we can get him over the border."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Maybe I forgot to say," he continued, "but I love you, darling. Little quirks and all. So some people like oysters, so you have a thing for young boys."
That aroused her. "No, no, not any young boy. It's just Pepe, don't you see? I like you a lot, Dan, but Pepe's the one I love."
"I know you think that," he said gently, "and I'm not going to argue with you. Just trust me for a while, will you, Gloria? I promise you one thing. If you try it for a year-marrying me, adopting Pepe, the whole thing-and at the end of the year you aren't happy, I won't fight a divorce. I'll even help you get set up on your own with the boy."
Gloria's confusion was complete. She did admire and respect Dan and the idea of a warm, loving family was almost irresistible. Then Dan went on to tell her about the nasty word spelled out in the dust on her car, and about the certain trouble she and the boy would get into by themselves. She had to believe him, because he only confirmed the thoughts she'd had and sternly repressed.
"I'm going to get a room for tonight, honey," he said, "and leave you alone with the boy. Don't worry, promise me? It'll all work out somehow, right now maybe I don't know how, but I will."
She tried to tell Pepe about it, when they were curled up in the warm cocoon of the big bed. His response confused her even more.
"Dan'll be a good daddy," he said sleepily. "Can he teach me how to play baseball? Will he let me sleep with you like this?"
She lay awake for a long time, holding the young boy in her arms. How could she expect him to understand, when she didn't herself? She knew Dan was right, she couldn't handle all the problems involved on her own. But she'd never give up Pepe, no matter what anyone said or did. If she had to marry Dan Thompson to keep him, then she'd do that too.
She looked down at the dark head cuddled against her shoulder, and sighed. All she'd set out to do was have a vacation, hopefully with some romantic interest, a little fling that she could remember during the cold nights in Ohio when the sun set in the afternoon, and there was nothing to do except go to the movies or watch television. And what had she gotten instead? Gloria wasn't sure.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gloria leaned against the breakfast bar, checking to see that the kids had set the table. It was a Sunday morning, and she wore a thin blue robe that revealed the outlines of her body. Her mass of blonde hair, no longer tightly braided and coroneted, flowed over her shoulders and down her back.
When something hard poked into the shadowy cleft between her buttocks, she smiled. Reaching back without looking, she swatted at it and said, "Now now, Leon, you'll have me burning the bacon."
"Leon! For pete's sake, don't you know the difference between a dog and your own ever-loving son!"
She turned her head and grinned. Mike, looking chagrined, said "Okay, okay! This family's too full of jokesters!"
He was obviously naked under his terrycloth robe and his half-hard cock poked its way out of the folds. "Come on, now, Mommie dear," he coaxed. "Look at this nice hard-on I woke up with. Don't you know it's bad for growing boys to be frustrated?"
With mock severity, she answered, "Leon or my ever-loving son, the answer's the same. Your Dad doesn't mind your grabbing a piece of ass, but if it means burning the bacon, we're both in trouble."
"Okay, okay." He turned away grumbling. "I'll go wake up Amy or Sara. They ought to be down here helping you, anyway."
"The girls are up, they've set the table. What you'd better do is wake your father and Pepe, tell them they're missing their anniversary breakfast."
Dan came into the kitchen a few minutes later, rubbing his hands through his uncombed hair. "What kind of devious female trick is this anyway? I know when our anniversary is ... next week!"
She held her face up for his kiss, and said, "My anniversary dates from the night you proposed. Remember what you told me? If I wasn't happy and satisfied in a year's time...."
"And?" He slipped his arms inside the robe and ran his hands up and down her curvaceous body.
"What's the verdict?"
"The verdict is, today you get blueberry muffins and pancakes and sausage, eggs-the works. I never dreamed I could be so happy."
Amy, Sara, Pepe and Mike crowded around, wanting to be in on the happy moment. A round robin of wet kisses began, and continued until with a shriek, Gloria flew to rescue the bacon.
"There's nothing like a family," Sara said contentedly. "I can never thank you enough, Uncle Dan, for persuading Mom to let me stay with you this year."
"Shit, honey, anybody that fucks like you do just naturally has to be part of this family."
Gloria looked around the breakfast table, and passed Pepe another blueberry muffin already dripping with butter. Nobody seemed to mind these little extra attentions to the Mexican boy. In fact, the other children had gone out of their way to help him adjust to the new way of life, and to make sure he knew he was welcome. His foster mother never made any secret of her attachment to the boy, although Mike came in for his fair share of loving too-both physical and otherwise.
It was a time to look back and remember, and the whole family indulged in a happy session of reminiscence. While they chattered, Gloria looked around at the loved faces. How lucky she was, to have gone from that solitary lonely life to this fulfilled existence! It hadn't always been easy, whether the kids realized it or not. Dan found it necessary to make some hard decisions. Sex was the problem, as always; where to draw the line, or whether to draw it at all. Fortunately, he'd decided wisely.
Sex wasn't something you could argue out of existence, he said. It was here to stay whether anyone liked it or not. And so, how much better for the kids to get their pleasures at home than out with heaven knows who! Of course it wouldn't last forever, they'd have their own lives to live. The girls had boy friends, Mike was dating the pretty brunette down the block. Pepe hadn't yet shown any interest in females outside the home, but she knew it had to come and was ready for it-she hoped! But that was the whole point. While they could screw each other, they wouldn't get in trouble; the boys, for instance, didn't face the danger of getting some young girl pregnant. Sara and Amy wouldn't follow the path of so many teenagers, giving in to the pleadings of boys they didn't really like, because their bodies natural yearnings were being satisfied already.
It worked the same way for herself and Dan. Why should either of them cheat, when they had plenty of variety at home?
Mike broke into her reveries. Going behind her chair, he leaned down and put his hands around her full tits. "Okay, you guys, I've got first dibs on Mom. Haven't I, Mom? C'mon, let somebody else do the dishes. My balls are positively aching!"
"Whose anniversary is this, anyhow," Dan complained.
They answered in a chorus. "Everybody's!"
Patting his full stomach, Dan announced that he wouldn't argue, his middle-aged digestive system needed half an hour at least. He watched as his tall, handsome son led his wife out of the room, one boyish hand resting on his stepmother's ass. This was a family to be proud of, by God!
"Half an hour, huh," Amy said, climbing on her father's lap. "You can give me a little kiss, anyhow." She rubbed her pert nose against his Eskimo fashion, and then planted her mouth on his. Dan loved the rose-petal touch of her lips, and the little-girl fragrance of her skin. He probed into the warm wet opening with his tongue, running it over hers and all around the interior of her mouth.
"Uuummmm, you taste good enough to eat."
She snuggled closer in his arms and said, "Yeahhhh, Dad!"
They walked out of the room with arms around each other. Sara, left alone with the dirty dishes, was chagrined that she hadn't gotten to Uncle Dan first. But as she stood before the sink full of soapy water, the dog Leon pushed her robe up with his nose. His long rough tongue snaked out and wetly slathered the rosy cleft between her ass cheeks.
"Good old Leon," she giggled, and her hands flew as she washed, rinsed, stacked. "Ten minutes," she promised the eagerly panting animal. "Then we'll have a ball ... or a couple of them!"
Mike hadn't gotten any further than the living room sofa when he gently pushed his stepmother down. His morning erection had come back with full force, and he panted almost as heavily as Leon as he spread her rounded milky thighs. "First fuck of the day," he said huskily as he put the throbbing round cockhead in her dripping slit. "Did I ever tell you, Mom, about all the wet dreams I had about you? Before that day . ... "
"Mmmmmm?"
"When Dad brought you and Pepe home from Chapala and gave us that long lecture ... said we could all screw around together ... and even included you. Jeezus, I couldn't believe it. I'd been fucking you in my mind from the first day we met you."
"Quit talking, Mike!" Gloria was suddenly hot and ready to trot. "Give me some of that young ass, shove it in there! You can talk later!"
Mike laughed and flicked his hips forward until his manly hard-on had penetrated the full depth of her quivering vaginal bore. He slammed it home again and again, hardly noticing when his father and sister walked across the room to the love seat.
Dan watched them critically for a minute. He wanted Gloria to be happy today-and every day-and he counted on the boys to help him. He knew his wife's capacity for sexuality. Of course, there was always the big dog to do his share! He slipped Amy's robe off and looked down at her sweet little body. Impulsively, he knelt and pressed his face into her honey-sweet crotch. God, but he loved this beautiful child! He bit gently at the prominent pubis, already covered with a muff of silky hair. His tongue tasted the wholly feminine juices that oozed from her fat pink cuntlips, and in seconds he had her squirming and squealing, "Ooooohhh, Daddy!"
Gloria was serious about the day being her anniversary and she made the most of it. Between father and son, she was hosed plenty-and then Dan called in the dog.
When Leon left her panting, exhausted, her still vibrating cunt full of mixed animal and human semen, she realized that something important was still missing. Her heart contracted with sudden pain as if squeezed by a hand.
"Damn it, where's Pepe?"
"He said he'd see you tonight, not to get too worn out. Mike had first dibs and Pepe couldn't wait ... I guess he got his rocks off with one of the girls, maybe both of them, for all I know."
Gloria frowned. "What was the big hurry? Don't tell me he's got a girl, too!"
She felt hurt and disappointed. The brown-skinned boy still meant something special to her. He was peculiarly hers in a way she couldn't explain, but was obvious to the whole family. She didn't regret her marriage, she was thankful that Dan had been forcefully insistent the year before. She realized over and over that her plan to adopt Pepe and disappear in Mexico would never have worked; this way, she had her boy and a loving family too. But-she wasn't ready yet for his growing away from her.
"He's in love," Dan teased her. "Didn't you know? He's in love with baseball. Don't tell me you forget! He finally got his grades up so he could play, and today's his first practice. Shit, that's all we've heard all week!"
"Oh, of course." Her maternal pride overcame her jealousy.
"Now aren't you glad you married me? Boys do go out for sports, you know, and without us you'd be waiting all alone."
"I'm the luckiest woman in the world," she said, and knew it was true. She'd wanted the boy, and she had him, and what she'd had to do to keep him hadn't been hard to take at all.
