The three men stood in front of her, making no sound. The beams from their flashlights played over her lush, scantily clad form. Felicia could only wimper silently, trying to draw the sheet up and around her ever tighter. She was alone, helpless, and the thought of what these three could, no, would, do to her sent an icy chill down her spine. There was no fighting them, and she quietly cursed her father for bringing her to this migrants' camp, blaming him for the ... They moved to her and about her. Felicia entered into beautiful anguish.
CHAPTER ONE
The sound of subdued male voices awakened Felicia with a start. Forgetting the heat had caused her to sleep in only a pair of white panties, the sixteen-year-old girl sat upright in the sagging old army bunk. Still groggy from her exhausted slumber," she glanced around the tiny, nearly pitch-dark room. There was a tightening in her olive-skinned throat as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. She experienced a quickening of her heart before she awoke enough to realize she was in a filthy one-room migrant worker's cabin.
Just as Felicia was recalling with self-pity her first grueling day in the carrot fields of southeastern New Mexico, the door burst open and three shadowy figures behind glaring flashlights barged into the cabin.
An icy chill raced up Felicia's spine, and the nearly naked girl instinctively clutched the sheet over her bare, dark-tipped breasts. Outraged at the rude invasion of her privacy, she was still too shocked and frightened to do anything but stammer, "W-Who are you? What d-do you w-want?"
They crossed to her bed, their lights shining in her face and blinding her. A scream rose in her throat, but before she could get it out one of them had pounced onto her bunk, grabbed her and clamped a work-callused hand over her mouth.
The horror-stricken girl's heart thumped wildly. She struggled, losing the protective sheet and exposing her upturned breasts, winding up with a muscular body lying half atop her. The slap came unexpectedly, striking her sharply across the face.
"Simmer down!" the man atop her snapped. "The Sen-I mean, my boss wants to ask you a few questions."
"Are you the Gaucin girl?" came a husky voice from one of two men standing beside the bunk.
Felicia blinked up at the blinding lights and nodded fearfully. The hand had lifted from her mouth, but she hadn't caught her breath yet.
"Where's your papa?" the husky voice demanded.
The hand which had covered her mouth was lower now, slowly fondling her bare right breast. She gasped, cringing as she tried to twist her body and get her fleshy mound away from the searing contact. "Don't hurt me! Don't-"
"Knock it off!" the husky voice commanded.
Felicia was only slightly relieved when the man pawing her breast jerked his hand away. For though humiliated by the man's advances, a sudden warmth had surged through her body, and she felt a dampness between her thighs. The feeling had thrown her into a state of near panic.
"Your papa," the husky voice insisted. "Where is he, girl?"
"I, uh, d-don't know!" she whined.
"Maybe you'd better squeeze that pert little tit again," the husky voice suggested. "It might help her remember."
"My pleasure, boss," the man lying across Felicia replied, and he grasped her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tightening his grip on it before covering her entire breast with his eager hams.
"Noooh!" the terrified girl moaned. "Please! Oh, please don't!"
"Where's your old man, kid?" the man abusing her hissed.
"I-I-I-" Felicia sputtered. She was so stunned by the treatment that speech was impossible.
"That's enough," the husky voice ordered. "I think the little cunt will tell us what we want to know now, won't you, Miss Gaucin?"
"I-I d-don't know where Daddy is! Honest!" she wailed. "He t-took his sleeping bag and left be-before I went to bed!"
"Sleeping bag?" the man standing beside the husky-voiced one snapped. "What the hell does he want with a sleeping bag? He's got a bunk right here!"
"H-he doesn't sleep here," Felicia explained nervously. "There's only one room! He's my fa-father!"
The husky voice, which belonged to the leader of the three, demanded, "Why doesn't he sleep here? There's two goddamned bunks!"
"I t-told you," Felicia whimpered. "He's my father ... and he ... it would be indecent for us to sleep in the same room!"
"Do you hear that, boss?" the one standing beside the husky-voiced man asked. "I told you there was somethin' awful fishy about that sonofabitch. Gaucin ain't no farm laborer. He talks too smooth and asks too many questions! Did you ever hear of a migrant who wouldn't sleep in the cabin assigned to him?"
"I dunno," the leader drawled. "There's just him and the girl. Maybe he's a religious nut or something."
"Wouldn't make no difference to a farm hand," the other insisted. "Hellfire, they don't know no better. She's his kid!"
"Yeah," the husky voice intoned thoughtfully. Then the man who owned it squatted beside Felicia's bunk. He shined his flashlight right in her frightened face and held it close while he reached out with his free hand and slowly, lovingly massaged the firm globe of her quivering left breast.
Felicia sucked in her breath and expelled a low, soft moan. Her dark brown eyes, already wide with fear, grew larger yet. She had never been treated this way. She had never let her breasts be touched or seen by a male.
"Where is Marv Gaucin sleeping?" he asked, cupping the girl's spongy orb.
"Out-outside!" she gasped, squirming and blinking her eyes.
"Where outside?" he barked, sliding his hand down the soft, creamy, olive skin of Felicia's quivering midsection, pushing it between her belly and the side of the man holding her down, sliding it quickly inside her nylon panties and running his fingers over her sparsely haired mound.
The blatant action shocked the young girl, arousing her at the same time. She would have screamed if she could've found her voice. But she couldn't seem to form words or do anything except buck wildly and moan unintelligibly. The third man had grabbed her arms the instant she'd tried to strike the leader of the terrifying group.
"Ungh! Aargh!" she cried, a cold sweat breaking out on her thrashing form as she felt an insistent finger probing roughly between the moist labia of her orifice. Despite her disgust, she was stunned at the tingle of pleasure the insinuating finger caused.
"Who is your father?" the man demanded as he sank his finger into the tight ring of her quivering sex hole.
"M-Merv Gaucin!" she wailed, her supple body working like a furious snake in order to back herself off the impaling finger.
"What does he do? Where does he work? Who does he work for?"
Due to her physical turmoil, Felicia didn't even remember the story her father had told her to give. The unseen brute of a man whose face she hadn't seen continued to worm his thick finger into the sensitive slit between her thrashing legs. "He's a re-reporter!" she blurted, blowing Merv's cover. "F-For the Albuquerque Gazette!"
"Sonofabitch!" the man cursed, jabbing his finger deeper into the cringing girl, bringing a cry of pain from her when his fingertip was stopped abruptly by her maidenhead. "What the fuck is he doing here?"
"Aagh! A sto-story ... some ar-articles on-" Felicia bit her tongue and groaned, suddenly realizing that she'd said far too much already. It was too late to tell the lie about her father losing his small farm and having to become a migrant laborer to earn a living, but she couldn't let them get any more information out of her. She didn't dare. Her father had warned her to keep quiet about his true identity, and she feared his wrath almost as much as she feared the men who were now torturing her.
"The rest of it!" he hissed, finding a tiny opening in her hymen and pushing his fingertip into it. "Spill it!"
"Aargh!" Felicia yelled, the sharp pain in her loins causing her pretty face to become distorted.
The man forced his finger inward, stretching her virginal membrane to the limit, then tearing it partially when his knobby knuckle popped into her inner sex chamber.
"Ohhh! You're hu-hurting meee!" she screeched.
"Shut that up, you half-breed bitch!" the man who'd wrestled her down commanded, and slapped her again for emphasis.
Felicia chewed her lip and wished she could die. With every nerve in her tormented body she could feel the long, thick finger sliding jerkily into her defenseless vagina, where nothing had ever gone before. She held her breath and shivered uncontrollably, her hips and butt doing a frenzied but futile dance of resistance. Then she felt the man's hot palm pressing heavily over the spongy surface of her lightly haired pubic mound.
"Oh God!" she croaked, quaking violently and reeling with melange of shame and exciting pain. "Don't ... please! Don't do this to me!"
"What kind of articles does that Mex bastard think he's going to write?" the man who had her skewered with his finger raged.
"M-I ... I d-don't know!" the girl lied. "Oh, dear God! He d-didn't tell me ... my father ... he m-made me come with him! I ... I c-can't...." Felicia never finished her gasping sentence. The callous treatment to her body was more than she could bear, and she broke. Her fear-filled heart pounded in her heaving chest. Her head spun from the humiliation raging about inside her. She heaved a mournful groan and burst into a fit of uncontrollable sobbing, her body shuddering and quaking as hot, bitter tears cascaded down her twitching cheeks.
"Shit!" the husky-voiced man muttered. He pulled his finger from her moist crevice, backed his hand out of her white panties and stood up. "Stay here with her, Buck. Make sure the stupid little broad doesn't do anything foolish. We'll come back for you soon as we find that nosy Mexican and break his writing arm!"
"Can I have me a little fun with her, boss?" the man holding Felicia on the bunk asked hopefully.
"You do and I'll break your back," Buck's boss warned. "We're trying to prevent trouble, not cause it." He paused, then added, "Besides, Miss Gaucin is more my type than yours. She's got a bruised cherry up inside that tight little twat, and it'd better be there if I decide I want it later ... understand?"
"Sure, Boss," Buck replied solicitously. With nothing but his boss between him and prison, Buck had no choice. "I got your message. I was just asking is all."
Because of her sobbing, Felicia heard none of their brief conversation. Nor did she notice when the two who'd been standing slipped quietly from the cabin. It took about five minutes of serious crying before she could summon up enough courage to open her eyes again. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out a man's form, sitting at the foot of her bunk, smoking a cigarette. She glanced fearfully around the darkened cabin until she realized the other men had gone. The knowledge of their departure was welcome news, but she was very edgy. She couldn't figure out why two had left and one remained. Being alone in the cabin with one man somehow made her more nervous than ever. She had no way of knowing which one he was, but two of them had abused her and she feared the worst.
"Damned good thing you stopped that squallin'," Buck muttered. "It was getting on my nerves."
It was too dark for Felicia to see him clearly, but his silhouette looked young and powerful.
"Want a smoke?" he asked.
She shook her head and pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness.
"How about a drink? I got better'n half a pint."
"I don't drink," Felicia replied cautiously.
"I don't drink!" he said mockingly, and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a stiff slug before he lowered it again. He set the bottle down on the plank floor and picked up his flashlight, pointing it at Felicia before he clicked it on. "You're a pretty little thing," he said, as much to himself as to her.
The blaring light hurt her puffy eyes. Felicia gulped and turned her head.
"You had a white maw, didn't you?" he asked, holding the light on her.
The question galled Felicia. She put her hand up to ward off the harsh light.
"I asked you something!" he snarled, scooting up the bunk, slapping her hand down and training the light right into her face. "You think you're too good to talk to me? By God, you better not think that!"
"She was white," Felicia answered belatedly, because she was afraid of him.
"Yeah, I thought so," he said smugly, taking hold of the sheet and pulling down on it. "You look more white than Mex, but I knowed you was a breed right off. She dead?"
"No," she replied tersely, gripping the sheet and keeping it up around her neck.
"Where is she then?" he asked, pulling down harder, until the tops of her breasts appeared.
"I don't "know!" Felicia whined, using all her strength to keep her bosom from being exposed again.
"What the hell you mean, you don't know?" he slurred, pausing to twist the sheet around his fingers.
"She went away ... when I was very young," Felicia gasped, straining to keep the sheet over her. She didn't tell him her mother had deserted her and her father to run away with another man. She'd learned that only recently, and was too ashamed of it to tell anyone. And at the moment she was too concerned with keeping herself decent to continue talking. She was losing the sheet, and as it slipped from her gripping, blanched fingers she pleaded, "Don't! Please don't!"
He ripped the sheet completely off the bunk and flung it away, laughing and playing the flashlight beam over her as Felicia sucked in her breath and covered her chest with her arms and hands.
"Oh!" she gulped. "Don't hurt me again!"
"I ain't gonna hurt you. I just wanna look you over good is all, breed gal. Now, you put them arms down and let me have a look-see ... or I might get mad and forget I don't mean you no harm."
Felicia was frightened. She couldn't see the man, what with him hiding behind the bright light, and that made his request seem all the more lurid to her. Under the circumstances, refusal was fool-hardy, and she knew it. Even so, she couldn't force herself to lower her arms and allow him to look at her body.
The dilemma was solved for the petrified girl. Buck's free hand snaked out and grasped her left wrist. He kept the light trained on her as he lowered first one of her shaking arms to her side, then the other.
Wearing nothing but her plain, white nylon panties, the young girl sat with her legs straight out in front of her and her arms dangling limply at her sides, hanging her head in shame as the light moved up and down her olive-toned body. She wanted to scream out in indignation, but she didn't dare for fear he would do something worse than look at her. They had hurt her already, and she didn't want to be hurt again.
There was no one to turn to for help. Felicia had no idea where her father was. She was in southeastern New Mexico, miles from the police protection of the nearest town, on State Senator Hubert Scarboro's huge, sprawling farm. She longed to be back with her friends in Albuquerque, in the safe, middle-class neighborhood where she'd lived for as long as she could remember. She'd been angry with her father for making her come with him. Sometimes she thought she hated him, but now she didn't. Now she was nearly as worried about his safety as her own, and she felt like biting off her stupid tongue for blurting out that he was a reporter instead of the itinerant farm laborer he was pretending to be.
"Breed gal," the man said, bringing Felicia's troubled mind back to her immediate problem. "Skin them drawers off. I ain't seen a pussy in more'n a month."
Felicia recoiled as if he'd slapped her. Icy fingers of stark fear gripped her palpitating heart.
"Get 'em off, I said!"
He slapped her, but Felicia's sense of decency still wouldn't let her remove her panties. She put her hands over her face and shrank away from him, crying as bitterly as she had before.
"Shut that up!"
Too frightened to disobey, Felicia choked back her sobs as best she could. Then the light went off, and she held her breath. It started at her dimpled knees, a tickling sensation at first, then his rough hands began stroking her soft, smooth legs, moving higher and higher up her quivering thighs.
"Oh, God!" she cried, when he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and began tugging the flimsy garment down over her thrashing hips. "Don't! Ohh ... you mustn't do this to me!"
Again he only laughed at her, but not with amusement this time. His laughter was tense and tight, made so by the rush of nervous sexual desire swirling within him. With Felicia struggling, whining and sobbing and cringing, he wrestled her panties over her rounded buttocks and drew them down her shapely thighs. He jerked them over her flailing feet and stuffed them into her gaping mouth to silence her, the way he'd done with the young girl he'd been sent to prison for raping nearly five years earlier. Now as then, Buck's dominant trait emerged from its prison in the dark recesses of his lustful mind and plunged him into a flurry of brutish action. He ripped the hem off Felicia's pillow case, snapped the strip of doubled material in half and, slavering at the mouth, bound her slender wrists together and tied them to the bunk rail above her head. Then he stood beside the bunk, running the beam of light up and down her lovely, writhing form. His burgeoning penis strained achingly against the confining khaki trousers he had worn several days too long. His hand shaking uncontrollably, he unzipped his fly and allowed his throbbing organ to spring free. Deciding that what his boss didn't know couldn't possibly hurt him, Buck decided to indulge himself anyway. He was risking being sent back to prison, and he knew it. But it was worth the risk, for to Buck, this was sex in its most glorious form.
Holding his peter tightly, he stood by the bunk and gloated as he ran the light over his helpless young victim. The sight of her squirming, defenseless body combined with the piteous sounds of her fear and slammed thrillingly into his brain. It was too much for the sex-starved man to take. He groaned and sent jets of semen arching through the darkness, spraying the board floor beside Felicia's bunk with a heavy rain-like sound.
Although she could hear the masculine grunts and see the flashlight waving erratically, Felicia was too naive to know what it implied. Being naked and helpless mortified her and filled her with dread. Her mind reeled with all sorts of vivid, erotic thoughts. Then he sat down beside her, and Felicia fet faint.
His visually induced come hadn't reduced the throbbing intensity of his erection one bit. Buck was calmer now, but the mental quirk which had caused him to rape several girls in the past was still dominating his actions.
"Noom, noom!" she moaned through her nose, biting the panties he'd stuffed into her mouth and trying desperately to scoot away when she felt his coarse hand roaming boldly over the soft flesh of her heaving belly. But she couldn't evade him. With her hands tied to the head of the bunk, her movements were limited. She bucked and thrashed about, but his roughened hand kept exploring her softness all the while.
"Be still, goddamn you!" he cursed after several minutes of fondling her. He shined the light in her face so he could experience the bliss her insane fear gave him. Then he added a terrifying warning, "Or I'll cut you!"
Because of her physical exertion, Felicia was near exhaustion, and her fear increased tenfold as she pictured herself being slashed to death. It took the fight out of her instantly. She groaned and fell back to the sagging mattress, shivering violently as a flood of cold sweat drenched her entire body, leaving her olive-hued skin glistening wetly.
"Jesus, you're a sexy bitch!" he breathed, admiring the sunburst effect of her long, lustrous, jet-black hair fanning out around her deeply pillowed head. I may just wipe my cock and balls with her pretty hair after I get through fucking her, he thought to himself. He cleared his tight throat, then barked, "Spread them legs!"
Felicia was drained of her energy, but much as she feared sex, the prospect of being stabbed to death caused her to obey. Nearly strangling on her crushed modesty, she reluctantly began easing her lead-like legs apart.
"Wider!" he snapped, when she stopped with her tensed knees barely six inches apart.
Despite her intense fear, she couldn't do it. Felicia had opened herself to him as much as her inhibited mind would allow. Her mind had no control over the horny man's actions, though, and it screamed ineffectively in silent outrage as the work-roughened male hand finished spreading her trembling legs for her.
He opened Felicia until the backs of her knees were hanging on the edges of the mattress and her feet were dangling in space on each side of the bunk. Then he leaned over and put the flashlight scant inches from her parted sex split. With his head hovering over her quivering loins, so close she could feel his hot breath, he spread her hairy little vulva till he could see the enticing red, wet flesh within.
"Noooh! Oh, nooo!" Felicia moaned through her gag, and steeled herself for the pain she knew was coming.
It wasn't Buck's intention to hurt her, however, at least not just yet. He had himself more or less under control after his initial orgasm, and figuring there was plenty of time, he dallied over her delectable little pussy, running his fingers over it and dipping them cautiously into her moistening folds.
The hint of pleasure Felicia had experienced earlier was coming back again, only this time it was more obvious because there was no pain to override it. It felt the same as it sometimes did when she was sitting in a hot bath, washing herself down there with her fingers for too long. Only the man's fingers were rubbing harder and going deeper than she'd ever allowed hers to do.
A tingling sensation made itself known between her widespread legs. It was a familiar feeling. Felicia had always thought of it as a signal, a pleasant warning for her to stop washing herself down there. Believing it would be sinful to do otherwise, the young girl had always taken her fingers away and stopped washing her mound. But the man wasn't stopping. His fingers kept going over and into the tingling cleft which nestled half-hidden among the triangle of black curls covering her soft pubic area. He was ignoring the signal entirely, and Felicia suffered the result of his failure to heed what she considered to be a warning against self-abuse.
But she could say nothing, and her hands were secured to the bunk rail above her head, so she only whimpered. The tingling sensation increased rapidly, doubling in intensity as she felt his shameless fingers massaging and probing incessantly between her legs. The pleasant tingling soon developed into a hot prickling sensation, and she could feel herself becoming wet and slippery down there.
What Buck was doing to her felt good, and the longer he did it the better it got. But Felicia didn't want it to feel good. She wanted him to stop, because she knew it was sinful to feel any pleasure in her forbidden place. All her life she'd been taught to avoid sex at all costs, and doing so had cost her a couple of boy friends she'd liked very much. No one had ever told her in so many words that sex was dirty, but they hadn't needed to. Her grandmother Gaucin was dead now, but the old lady's attitude, as well as her parochial school education, toward anything sexual had rubbed off on the girl she'd reluctantly taken in when Felicia's mother had deserted her. Now her conscience was having a fit over the way her healthy young body was responding to Buck's fondling.
What's the matter with me? she moaned inwardly, her lips, teeth and tongue working desperately to get the nylon briefs out of her mouth so she could scream for help. She knew she had to do something, and fast, because the constant rubbing and shallow fingering was beginning to feel wonderful.
The sinful pleasure made her terribly guilty and ashamed, even though she knew it wasn't her fault. The simple realization that she enjoyed the sensations between her legs made her feel extremely threatened. Fearing her response to what she considered a perverted thrill even more than she feared the man giving it to her, Felicia lifted her legs back onto the bed and closed them tightly. Her intention was to stop the exciting hand from moving, and she accomplished this goal.
It didn't ease her problem one iota, however, because by then the lips of her plushy little pussy were puffed out poutingly. The folds of her sexual orifice glistened wetly from the substance his fingers had dipped out of her secreting pussy. He had rubbed a liberal coating of her slick girl juice all around the outer rim of her virginal opening, spreading it into the border of crisp, dark hair as well as over the smooth, swelling, light-brown labia which the hair surrounded.
Buck merely laughed as her legs came together and clenched his hand in the delightful vise she made of the satiny inner slopes of her moist upper thighs. He turned off the flashlight and set it on the floor, plunging the room into nearly total darkness. Light was no longer necessary. The sight of Felicia's genitals had been fascinating, but his urge to look was fulfilled. Now he intended to satisfy another and more demanding one-the urge to penetrate her and savor the sensations which nothing but the inside of a female body could impart to a hard dick.
With her lips pulling and her tongue pushing, Felicia had got the bulk of her crumpled nylon panties out of her mouth by the time the flashlight clicked off. Pressing her thighs as tightly together as she could, she blew the remainder of the flimsy white garment past her front teeth and opened her mouth to scream. Just then she felt the tip of his finger pressing into her slippery cleft. She sucked air down her shocked throat and filled her lungs to capacity.
The young girl felt so tight and hot on the inside that Buck forgot she was a virgin. He was breathing so hard he hadn't heard her ragged intake of breath. Thinking she still had the gag in her mouth, he rammed the full length of his finger into her. It parted her sensitive inner labia with no trouble at all. Then his rounded, short-nailed fingertip banged into her maidenhead, tore it a little more than his boss' finger had, and, taking the same path of least resistance, snapped to the side and sank into her through her enlarged hymenal opening. It raced up her snug, velvet tunnel and his sweaty palm clapped triumphantly over the shuddering girl's spongy mons.
The deep breath Felicia had intended for a scream rushed from her gaping mouth, sounding more like a croaking gurgle, and it was nowhere near loud enough to serve her as a call for help. She tried again. Quaking all over from the thrill his inrushing finger had sent shooting out from her aroused groin, she gulped more air and threw back her head to let out an earsplitting cry for help.
Buck was still unaware that his victim had spat out her gag. But he knew by her involuntary trembling that he was getting to her. His own excitement soared. Quickly he backed his sex-wetted finger out of her snug sheath and grasped with his thumb and forefinger the rapidly growing button at the top of her fluttering slit.
A multi-pronged spear of intense sexual pleasure was hurled up from Felicia's loins. It slammed into her brain and made her forget all about screaming. The air rushed from her lungs, sped up her straining throat and burst from her gaping mouth in a drawn-out groan.
Her body jerked, her legs fell open, and the delighted rapist intensified his efforts. Using two fingers, he drew back the folds of soft girl flesh from around her erect clitoris and began flicking the pea-size organ with the end of his thumb.
Thousands of flaming pleasure arrows flew the same spinal route the mind-numbing spear had taken a second earlier, and as they imbedded themselves into Felicia's stunned brain, she could do nothing but gasp.
Her dismayed conscience took up the scream she'd abandoned and the cry echoed stridently around in her spinning head. Felicia knew her conscience was right. But as if they had minds of their own, Felicia's quivering legs spread themselves wider.
"Nooh!" she moaned, and tried to clench her legs again. But the lines of communication were short-circuited somewhere between her conscience-stricken mind and her buoyant legs, which seemed to float even farther apart.
Buck now gave up the mild flicking and began alternately tweaking her fiery red little shaft and massaging its raw-nerved tip maddeningly with the ball of his finger.
Much to Felicia's consternation, she felt her body slipping completely out of her confused mind's control. "Ohhh ... oh, stop it!" she cried. "Don't dooo that ... nasty ... aaah!"
"I like the song you're singing," he chuckled, and rubbed the business end of her throbbing little nubble all the harder.
Felicia's mind flipped out right along with her shuddering, pleasure-soaked body. As her conscience faded back into nothingness, her pleasure-seeking id mushroomed and took over her mental reins. It was unbelievable to her that she alone was capable of suddenly feeling so utterly and deliciously sinful.
But it was she throwing back her head in abandonment, and it was her own voice calling out lasciviously, "Yesss ... do it ... oh, rub it harder! That feels so good! Oh, my ... goodness!"
He was using both hands on her now, batting her puffed-up man in the boat around with the index finger of his left hand and plunging the middle finger of his right in and out of her tight, dribbling vagina, his knuckles popping through the tiny opening which the rip in her hymen had provided.
"Do it f-faster!" she moaned, her belly rippling as she began undulating her hips. "Oh, I l-like that! Mmmm ... ohhh! G-God help me ... but I do!"
"Yeah," he muttered to himself as he pulled his finger from her fluttering pussy and swung around, climbing onto the bunk with her. He knelt between her twitching legs, with his pulsating penis protruding boldly through the open fly of his soiled khaki work pants. "If you liked my fingers, just wait till you feel this, breed gal!"
"W-What are y-you going to do?" Felicia gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly as she gaped up at his form looming above her in the darkness.
"Going to fuck you, baby!" he hissed, lowering himself onto her. He covered her eyes with his hands, so she couldn't get a good look at him, and let the full weight of his masculine body bear upon her.
"Nooh!" she moaned, shivering as she felt her soft breasts being mashed flat by his oppressive chest. Then she felt the rounded tip of his throbbing organ wedging between the blood-swollen lips of her juicy pussy, and she shuddered with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "D-Don't do that to meee!" she panted. "Oh, God ... noooh ... please, p-please!"
The heat from her steaming slot was irresistible. He knew that one thrust into her might get him sent back to prison, but he couldn't hold back. To him, she was nothing but a beautiful little half-Mex bitch whose cherry was just begging to be popped. Keeping his hands over her eyes, he pressed forward and inched the front portion of his bulging glans into her incredibly tight opening.
"Ohh, ohhh!" Felicia gasped as she felt the sleek head of his rampant cock boring its way into her. It felt good and hurt at the same time. Her body wanted him to put it inside her and her mind was too befuddled with lust to object.
"Christ, you're tight!" he groaned, straining to penetrate the nearly impossibly small ring of her yielding labia.
The bulk of his knob-like head had disappeared into the hair-rimmed pink crevice between Felicia's flailing legs. Her sex-slick outer lips, hot and spongy with desire, had parted eagerly and accepted the taut-skinned invader with little difficulty. Now the tip of his battering prick was attempting to bludgeon its way past her cuntal vestibule and violate her deeper chamber. The bright red tissue of her tautly stretched inner lips was holding him back, but weakening fast.
"Aargh!" Felicia cried, flinging her head about in bittersweet agony, making her small, helplessly bound hands into fists so tight that her nails bit into her soft palms. "You're t-tearing meee ... ohhh ... ahhh ... oh, dear God!"
Buck enjoyed her agony, and wasn't about to lunge into her and end it. He wanted to draw it out and hear her beg, so he applied pressure slowly but surely.
Felicia's vaginal guardians were being painfully dilated, but the lesser lips just outside the girl's secreting sheath were not being ripped, as she thought from the mass of tactile stimulation reaching her dazed brain. Her young pussy was stretching bit by jerky bit, accepting each millimeter of the rubbery penis he forced into her.
When the entire swollen head of his dick lay inside the moaning girl's body, soaking up the moist heat of her fluttering foyer, the door burst open and a man stuck his head inside the cabin.
"Let's go, Buck! We found Gaucin and took care of him. Did the girl give you any trouble?"
"Wait outside!" Buck snapped. His second load was boiling in his body-hugging testicles. The tip of his twitching cockhead lay snugly against Felicia's crescent-shaped maidenhead, and he was aching to ram through it and sink his turgid rod all the way into her heaving little belly.
"You crazy bastard!" the other man hissed as he snapped on his flashlight and saw what was going on. "Hub will have you sent back up! Get off that girl!"
"You fool!" the man warned as he charged toward the bunk. "A piece of tail isn't worth it! Hub wasn't kidding, Buck! He'll send you back to the pen!"
Buck paused a few seconds, sweating profusely as his mind did an hour's worth of thinking. "I ain't hurt her none, Jake," he whimpered, his hips swinging to and fro as he popped only his ballooning glans in and out of the portion of Felicia's tiny cunt he had already penetrated. "She's still got her cherry! Honest! You won't fink on me, will you?"
"M-Make him st-stoooppp!" Felicia wailed. "Oh, please!"
"Hurry up!" Jake whispered urgently, putting his hand over Felicia's mouth while Buck fucked his twitching glans in and out of her without further damaging her hymen. "Get your nuts off and let's go ... before the boss comes in here and catches you!"
With Jake urging him on, Buck couldn't grasp the brass ring he was so desperately straining for. The danger of being caught in the act his influential boss had forbidden him made it impossible for Buck to come in Felicia's contacting vulva.
It was his problem, though, not the girl's. When Jake had clapped his hand over her mouth, she had given up the last, slender hope of saving herself. The man's short, rapid-fire thrusts were driving his blood-bloated cockhead in and out of Felicia's tiny, hair-fringed opening at a furious rate of speed. It was like two halves of a clothing snap being tested for durability on a speeded-up machine. There was an unmistakable wet slushing sound each time the rounded knob sank into her, with an equally audible moist sucking noise when it retreated far enough to break the suction of her puffy, vibrating cunt-flesh.
The push-pull sensations caused by the large glans' constant motion was maddening to the helpless girl. Each entry and departure of the swollen bulb sent her unwanted pleasure a thrilling notch higher. Popping into her well-lubricated cuntal vestibule or jerking from it, his tufted coronal ridge stretched her resilient labia and caused them to tug incessantly at her throbbing pleasure button.
If Jake's hand hadn't been covering her mouth, Felicia would have screamed because of the intensity of her sexual bliss. Whereas her attacker couldn't attain the orgasm he wanted so badly, there was no way under the sun that Felicia could hold hers back. She didn't want it. In fact, as the swirling lust settled in her groin and gathered in force, building for the inevitable explosion, it scared the piss out of her.
Then her sex muscles clamped convulsively and shut off both her fear and the flow of yellow urine. She groaned mournfully into Jake's palm as the explosions of her first climax sent a violent tremor through her. Her sweat-dampened belly rippled and her insides spasmed rhythmically with the muted sounds of her bliss-heavy sobs ringing around the cabin. Her buttocks quivered and her heels beat erratically on the squeaking old bunk.
"Come on, Buck!" Jake snapped. "We got to go!"
"I didn't come yet, goddamn it!" Buck hissed, but he got off Felicia anyway, realizing it would take more time than he could afford for him to continue on to orgasm. He was standing beside the bunk before he discovered that the front of his trousers was sopping wet.
Felicia lay twitching and jerking on the bunk, sighing her bliss with one breath and moaning her shame with the next. Jake had his knife out and was cutting the bonds from her shaking hands.
"She pissed on me!" Buck raged. "Give me that knife! I'm going to cut her!"
"You crazy bastard!" Jake hissed, folding the knife and jamming it into his pocket. "You can't do that! We'd all hang! If you got to get even, piss on her ... but hurry!"
The idea of urinating all over the young girl instantly appealed to the enraged man. He took his rock-hard rod in hand and stepped to the side of the bed, aiming its head right at her face and straining to force out a stream of urine. It wouldn't flow, of course, because of his throbbing erection. Then Buck had an idea of his own which appealed to him even more than Jake's suggestion, and he acted on it at once.
He grasped his dong and began pumping his hand furiously up and down its full length. The orgasm denied him during his cautious screwing arrived within seconds as he gave his organ the kind of treatment it was more used to getting. His raucous laughter mixed with his animal grunts of relief while he aimed his cum-spewing dick down at Felicia and squirted jets of thick, white cream on her breasts and belly.
For a long time after the men had left, Felicia lay on her bunk agonizing over the pleasure the rape had given her. She finally got up and washed herself, turned down the mattress, put on a nightgown, then lay down and gave herself over to an uncontrollable fit of bitter crying.
The shame-racked girl was still awake when, nearly an hour later, her father stumbled into the cabin and turned on the light, a single bare bulb in the center of the cooking-grease-coated ceiling.
Felicia nearly choked on her flood of remorse when she saw how badly they had beaten her father. His left eye was swollen shut. His nose had been bleeding and his lips still were. She tried to convince herself that it was his fault for making her come along on his assignment, but it didn't work. Much as she wanted to blame him and hate him, she couldn't do it while he was suffering right before her frightened eyes.
Without speaking, she watched her father wash his bruised face and gingerly pat it dry with a towel. She tried to muster enough courage to tell him what she'd done, but she couldn't. Love, hate and fear mingled within her, and love ran second, with fear coming in first and sealing her soft lips. However, her love was strong enough to send a stab of fearful concern for her father's safety rushing through her when she saw him getting ready to leave the cabin again.
"Daddy," she called, swinging her legs over the side of her bunk and sitting up.
"I thought you were asleep," he said irritably.
"What happened to you?" her fear made her ask, so he wouldn't suspect that she'd given him away.
"My cover is blown," he muttered. "I must have said too much to some lousy informer. I got beat up and fired," he groaned. Then he added bitterly, "And all it took was one day!"
Her hopes lifted at the news that he'd been fired. Felicia asked guardedly, "Then we can go home?"
Stubbornly, Merv Gaucin shook his aching head. "No way. I dug up enough dirt today to learn there's plenty more. I don't have enough facts and figures to write my articles yet, but I will have in a few days."
Felicia longed to tell her father about the awful things which had been done to her. She was sure he would send her home if he knew. But she was too ashamed to tell him. Then it dawned on her. If he'd been fired, they would have to move off the sweat-shop farm. She asked, "Are we going to move into town? To a motel? I'd better get our things ready to go, hadn't I?"
He turned toward the door. "Go back to bed, Felicia. We're not moving anywhere tonight. In the morning ... well, we'll see." He opened the door.
"But they beat you up!" Felicia whined. "Stay here, Daddy. Sleep in the cabin tonight. I'm afraid."
He smiled unsurely. "It's me they're after. They won't bother you. They wouldn't dare."
II you only knew! she felt like screaming, but she said, "Sleep here anyway, Daddy. Please!"
"You're worried about me?" he asked dubiously.
"Yes," she answered, simply and honestly, because she was concerned over the safety of them both.
Merv almost said, I love you, Felicia, but he didn't. He and his daughter had never been close, and they rarely showed affection for each other. But her concern touched him, and he smiled a little more despite the pain it caused his bruised face. "Go to bed," he said, "and don't forget to lock the door this time."
"It doesn't lock," she said. "They must have given us the wrong key."
"Damnit," he muttered. "Well, then lean a chair against the door, with the back under the knob. Do you know what I mean?"
She nodded, and when he stepped into the doorway she shivered. "Daddy! Wait!"
"What is it, Felicia?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed at being called back.
"Don't sleep outside. They might beat you up again."
Again he smiled, even broader than before. "I'm not going to sleep just yet. Quit worrying about me. I've got to go somewhere."
"Where?"
"To see Elon Martinez. I need help and he can give it to me. After what happened tonight, I'm positive Scarboro has some filthy laundry hidden. It's my job to find it and give it a public airing. The chair, Felicia ... don't forget to brace it against the door."
She gulped. "I won't forget. But, Daddy ... Daddy, please be careful!"
Felicia thought she saw a tear forming in the corner of her father's eyes, but she couldn't be sure because he shut the door quickly and was gone. She wished with all her heart that she could go with him, and that they could keep on going till they reached their home in Albuquerque. She didn't want Merv to ask Mr. Martinez for help. Felicia was afraid his kind of help would only make things worse, because Elon Martinez was the local Chicano leader-and he was a very angry, militant man.
CHAPTER TWO
"I've changed my mind, Buck. You're going to bust that Gaucin girl's bruised cherry, after all!" hissed the husky-voiced owner of the huge Scarboro farm. He stood shaking with rage on the front porch of his big white house, his mind coming up with a scheme even before the pickup bearing Merv Gaucin and Elon Martinez, the Chicano leader, passed through his front gate and moved off toward the migrant workers' quarters.
A grin of lewd anticipation spread over the rapist's boyishly handsome face. He cradled the shotgun in the crook of his left arm and ran the fingers of his right hand through his unkempt blond hair. Knowing his boss' weakness for young virgins, Buck couldn't resist saying, "I thought you wanted to pluck her yourself, Senator."
"I'm not paying you to think!" Hubert Scarboro snapped. "I want that girl raped and raped good ... today! Handle it any way you want to! It's your job!"
"And mighty nice work, too," Buck drawled. "But I'm not eager to get locked up again, boss. What about the law?"
"I'm the law in this county!" Scarboro growled. "All you've got to worry about is witnesses. Make sure there aren't any, and I'll swear you were with me while Gaucin's kid was getting it. Kenyon won't question my word."
"Not if he wants to go on being sheriff, he won't," snorted Jake Coons, Scarboro's hulking, six-foot-four foreman.
"Today, Buck," Scarboro said coldly. "I want that kid raped today!"
"I'm rising to the task already, boss," the twenty-six-year-old flunky assured, lasciviously stroking the bulge in his pants.
"I think I see your reasoning, boss," Jake Coons said. "Since a beating didn't scare Gaucin off ... and with that Chicano sonofabitch drooling to pull the field hands out for a county-wide boycott, if we fire Gaucin or touch him again ... you figure to get to the reporter through his kid?"
"You've got the picture, Jake."
"Yeah," Conna said thoughtfully. "I reckon it'll sour him on sticking around long. After old Buck fucks the ass off his pretty little girl, and Gaucin sees there's not a damned thing he can do about it, I imagine his main concern will be to highball it out of here and take her home. He'll more than likely forget all about them articles he was sent to nose around for. It ought to work."
"It had better work," Scarboro said, his hand still shaking a little as he lit a cigarette. "I've worked too hard and long to get where I am to just stand by and let some Mex pencil pusher ruin everything. Keep Gaucin away from those Mexican nationals. Truck the wetback sonsofbitches over to Hanson's place for now."
"They're the best workers we've got, boss," the foreman protested. "And the cheapest."
"All the more reason to keep them out of sight while Gaucin is here," Scarboro said. "I don't want to be caught with illegal workers. It would tear the hell out of the public image I've been building.
Besides, fines aren't deductible business expenses. And speaking of expenses, lock up both sets of books and shoot Gaucin if he get anywhere near them. I mean that, Jake. Blow his head off if he so much as sniffs around the office. I don't intend to go to prison for income tax evasion."
"I don't want to kill nobody," Jake said, stuffing his ham-like hands into his pockets. "Unless we just got to."
"Then keep that troublemaker away from our records," Scarboro warned. "Because if there is a tax mess, you'll be in it too, Jake ... right up to your ears."
"I'll handle him," Jake assured, nodding, with the muscles in his clenched jaws pumping in and out. "One way or another."
"You'd better," the tough, lean New Mexico state senator said, his five-foot-ten body tensing for the trouble he knew Merv Gaucin could stir up. "If that bastard digs too deep, we could all three go to the pen. You boys keep your eyes on him. Keep him so busy he won't have time to nose around. I don't want him to write even one article, understand? That newspaper he works for goes all over the state, and I don't intend to let Gaucin ruin my political career. I've got the gubernatorial nomination in my pocket, and a damned good chance of winning the election. I'm going to be the next governor of New Mexico, boys ... and I'll piss on that reporter's grave if he gets in my way!"
CHAPTER THREE
It was nearly noon. The southeastern New Mexico sun shone down brutally on the unending carrot field where Felicia was working. She was teamed with another girl, about a year younger than she, the two of them moving along behind a couple of male harvesters. It was the girl's job to top the piled carrots the men left behind and put them into containers, which a truck crew was busy picking up. There was one truck working this field, with a dozen teams of harvesters to keep it shuttling back and forth to the washing and sorting shed where Merv Gaucin was working under the watchful eye of Hubert Scarboro's shed manager.
Amita Vigil chattered constantly, mostly about boys and sex. She'd been flirting all morning with the younger of the two men working ahead of them, and obviously had a bad case of the hots for the youth's dark, six-foot-two, muscles-on-muscles body.
"I just can't help it, Felicia," Amita said happily. "That Ernesto moves me like no guy ever has. He's really good-looking, don't you think? And so strong!"
Felicia hacked the top off a carrot, and glanced up the row toward Ernesto Armijo as she tossed the phallus-like vegetable into the basket. She recalled the shiver of excitement which had gone through her while riding out to the field in the back of the truck that morning. The handsome young man had put his arm around her to steady her and had gazed a fraction too long at her with his penetrating, dark brown eyes. "He's all right, I guess," Felicia finally responded. She wished Amita wouldn't talk about sex. It made her uneasy. And after last night, it also made her feel excited, guilty and ashamed, all at once.
"Ernesto, Ernesto!" Amita sighed, pausing to caress the larger end of a particularly big carrot as she gazed wistfully in the direction of the young man. "Do you know what it is you're doing to me, you beautiful man?"
How could he not know, with you flaunting yourself all morning? Felicia wanted to ask. But she said, "I think he knows, all right."
"Oh, I hope so, Felicia! I get the goosebumps all over me when I think about making out with that guy!"
Amita kept chattering away about how crazy she was over the young farm laborer, but Felicia tuned her out. They finished that pile of carrots and moved on to another. Felicia concentrated on her work, paying no attention to their field boss, who'd been prowling around her all morning like a jungle cat stalking its prey. She had no way of knowing it was Mr. Buckner. She failed to notice the way he kept ogling the sight of her well-packed rump straining against the material of her faded blue jeans when she bent over, and the way his tongue moved over his lips at the sight of her more than adequate bosom, which even her father's baggy old white shirt couldn't completely conceal.
However, Buck was keeping a vigilant eye on the girl he'd been ordered to rape. He was trying to figure out how to lure her away without anyone seeing them leave together, and with Felicia suspecting nothing until it was too late. The "no witnesses" part of his instructions was the only thing holding him back. Scarboro hadn't told him not to be seen carrying the Gaucin girl off, but Buck was sagacious enough to know that would never do. He was biding his time, neglecting his duties to keep watch over Felicia, waiting for the chance to pounce on her.
Lunch was trucked out to the field. Felicia was too polite to elbow her way through the other workers like Amita did, and she found herself standing at the end of the chow line. Almost. There was one person behind her, the tall, very dark, twenty-two-year-old Ernesto Armijo.
"Hot today, isn't it?" the handsome youth commented in his best English, using his shirttail to mop the sweat from his pleasant face.
"It's miserable," Felicia agreed, glancing over her shoulder.
"See those trees over there?" he asked, pointing off to a nearby copse.
Felicia nodded.
"There's a well over there," he said a bit awkwardly. "And a little pond. An irrigation pump, too."
She looked up at him quizzically.
He cleared his throat and looked down at his scuffed brogans. "We, uh, could take our food over there and eat."
"I suppose we could, but...." Felicia said, and paused to think of a kind way to say no.
"It's real cool over there," he added hurriedly. "If you'd like to, we could take off our shoes and sit with our feet in the pond while we eat."
The prospect of swishing her hot, aching feet through cool water was appealing, but Felicia knew he was making a cautious play for her. She smiled, and declined with a friendly, "Thank you, Ernesto, but I don't think we should today."
Immediately she turned her back on him and bit her tongue, asking herself vexedly, Why did I thank him? And why did I say "today?" I should have said no ... plain no! He'll think I'm leading him on. Tomorrow he'll get a little bolder. They always do! But I didn't want to hurt his feelings because he is nice.
By the time Felicia got her food, all the sparse shade provided by the parked truck was taken. Then she saw that Amita had saved a place beside her. She smiled and started toward her co-worker.
"Ernesto!" Amita called, waving the young man to come, then patting the empty, shaded space beside her.
Realizing the girl had saved the spot for him rather than her, Felicia stopped and watched the pleased young man hurry past her to eat his lunch in the shade with Amita. She felt an inner twinge when she saw Ernesto plop down beside the boy-crazy girl and pat her thigh. Feeling hurt and left out-though she couldn't understand why, because these certainly weren't her kind of people-Felicia turned away to eat her own lunch in the heat of the glaring sun.
Felicia was facing the tiny copse, and she couldn't help but wish she was inside it, eating in the cool shade beneath one of those green trees, with her shoes off and her bare feet dangling in the pond Ernesto said was there. No, I'd better not, she thought, and squatted down in the sun.
A trickle of perspiration ran down from her right armpit, then one from her left, then both together. A drop of sweat hung precariously on the tip of her dainty nose before it fell off and soaked into her sandwich.
It was no way to eat. Felicia took a couple of minutes of it, then she stood up and strode off toward the little patch of woods, intending to eat alone beside the irresistible pond while swishing her bare feet through its cool water.
The attractive girl's departure didn't go unnoticed. Buck watched Felicia guardedly, frowning until he realized where she was heading. Then he grinned to himself, took a couple of quick, big bites from his sandwich, flung the rest of it away and hurried toward his pickup. It wouldn't do to be seen following her into the woods, he reasoned as he started the pickup and sped off in another direction, planning to circle around and enter the copse unseen from the opposite side.
Half-expecting the beauty and relief of a desert oasis, Felicia approached and entered the wooded little area in the center of the huge carrot field. It wasn't nearly so elegant. But compared to the heat of the sun-drenched field surrounding it, it was pleasant indeed. Except for clearings at each end, through which passed trucks, pipes and workers when irrigation was in progress, the narrow band of trees was unbroken. Most of the trees were elms, and the ground below them was covered with dry leaves.
Felicia crunched through the trees and sighed when she saw the little pond hidden within them. The water had been undisturbed long enough to have settled and cleared. Once she saw the pond, her feet begged to be in, and she hurried to oblige them. She was quite alone. If she'd had time, she would've been tempted to remove her clothes and take a dip. But she didn't have time, and she wasn't really that daring, so she quickly removed her shoes and stockings, pulled up the legs of her blue jeans, sat down on the bank of the pond and submerged her sweaty little feet in the cool, calming water.
She'd scarcely finished eating when Ernesto and Amita, casting furtive glances back toward the other workers, rushed into the woods holding hands. They stopped among the trees, and thinking they had the place all to themselves, took few precautions against the possibility of being observed or overheard.
"Hurry, Ernesto!" Amita urged, her excited voice carrying through the trees to Felicia's naive ears. "There's not much time! But I want you so much, darling! Now!"
"Not so loud, baby," cautioned the youth, and his subdued voice could barely be heard by Felicia.
Neither of them spoke again for about a minute, but Felicia could hear leaves rustling. She thought she knew what they were going to do. and it shocked her. It also gave her that same inner pang she'd experienced when she'd watched Ernesto sit down to eat with Amita, only this time it was sharper. Ignoring the twinge, she perked up her curiously excited ears.
"Oh, Ernesto!" she heard Amita exclaim. "You're so big! Hurry, darling! Get on top of me! Put it in!"
Felicia was shocked, to say the least. It was time to return to the truck, she decided, glancing at the clearings, and choosing the nearest one for her exit. She lifted her feet from the pond and dried them as best she could against her pants legs, one foot at a time and using a single swipe for the top and another for the sole, then began hurriedly putting her socks back on.
"Ohhh ... oh, yes!" came Amita's throaty, low-pitched voice.
The little slut! Just listen to her! Felicia thought. Her sense of decency was pricked by their wanton conduct, and she tried to tune out their sounds.
It was impossible for Felicia to shut her mind to the constant moans her vociferous co-worker was emitting, however. Amita sounded terribly excited, and much to the inhibited Felicia's astonishment, she found the excitement contagious.
"You got a wonderful dick!" came Amita's raspy voice, hurtling from the woods and assailing Felicia's innocent ears with stunning impact.
How awful! Oh, what a dreadful girl! Felicia's shocked mind cried as she tugged up her socks and jammed her feet into her shoes."
"Go, baby ... mmm ... oh, Ernesto ... darling! Give it to me, you sweet man! Give it to me hard!"
Felicia's strange new inner twinge was becoming sharper by the second, and her excitement kept doubling by the heartbeat. By the time she had on her shoes and was getting to her feet, she was very disquieted. Her sense of propriety attempted to pull her away from the pond and back to the other workers, while her piqued curiosity tugged her toward the sounds coming from the trees.
Since Felicia had never seen a couple having intercourse-and was unaware that a darker region of her subconscious mind was dying for just that voyeuristic experience-she was startled to find herself yielding to curiosity. Instead of running away from the upsetting sounds of lovemaking, she found herself turning toward them. There was no conscious decision on her part to begin walking. It was as if someone had given her a push to start her in motion.
After three hesitant steps in the wrong direction, Felicia stopped and shuddered visibly. She glanced at the two-rut dirt road leading out through the clearing. Decency demanded that she take the road and exit immediately, and she forced herself to turn back toward it. She took one step, two, and then the sound of ecstasy froze her in her tracks.
Felicia's heart thumped wildly. Suddenly she didn't want to leave. She wanted to hear more, to see what they were doing. With the ragged, female cry of lust-fulfillment ringing lewdly in her ears, Felicia turned toward the loin-tingling sound of Amita's broken sobbing.
Her head spinning with all sorts of erotic imaginings, Felicia half-walked, half-ran to the edge of the narrow band of trees. Telling herself she would take only a quick look at the forbidden act and then hurry away, she tiptoed up to the broad trunk of a large elm and peered furtively around it.
Her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Felicia sucked in her breath and shivered. From her secret vantage point, she could see them all too clearly, although they were some yards away. Amita had her pants and panties all the way off, and Ernesto's khaki trousers and white shorts were bunched around his ankles. The girl was flat on her back, moaning and rocking her head to and fro. Her widespread legs were drawn up and bent at the knees. Between them was Ernesto's body. He was supporting himself on his knees and elbows while his muscular, contracting buttocks rose and fell rhythmically.
It was the most disturbing sight Felicia had ever seen. She could hardly believe her eyes. A girl friend had shown her a dirty picture long ago, but she'd never believed that real people would willingly do such a disgusting thing except to have children. Now she knew better. The physical proof lay before her-moving, moaning and sighing-and she wished she hadn't looked. Because it wasn't disgusting. What they were doing was blatantly obscene to Felicia's sexually repressed mind, but it excited her tremendously to see them doing it.
"Shake it, Amita ... fuck with me, baby!" she heard Ernesto urge pantingly. She also heard Amita's throaty moan and saw the girl respond wantonly. Amita dug the heels of her wide-splayed legs into the ground as she slid her hands down Ernesto's back and palmed his straining buttocks. Then the girl started matching Ernesto stroke for stroke, her compact little fanny bobbing up and down as she cried, "YESSS ... GIVE IT TO ME HARD ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!!!"
Felicia wanted to turn away, but couldn't. The lewd tableau before her held her attention like a magnet. She was appalled at how intensely the sight of the young couple locked in sexual intercourse affected her. Her loins had been tingling when she'd positioned herself behind the tree. Now they felt hot and prickly, and she was getting all moist between her trembling legs.
Giving up the idea of leaving-she simply couldn't tear herself away from the compelling spectacle-the fascinated girl whimpered her confusion and pressed the front of her warm, soft body against the hard, cool tree trunk. The sight and sounds of the lustful display caught her up. A moment later, Felicia was completely engrossed in her voyeurism, and she failed to hear the man who was stealing up behind her.
She had no premonition of danger, no warning at all. One second she was hiding behind the tree, oblivious of everything but her sensual discomfort and the lascivious scene causing it, rubbing her aroused vulva and breasts against the cool, rough bark. The next second a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm encircled her, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her flailing feet off the ground.
"MMPH ... MMMPH!!!" came her muffled screams of spine-wrenching terror.
"Shut up!" a male voice hissed into her ear. "If you make another sound, I'll cut you good!"
By the tone of his voice and the threat to cut her, Felicia realized instantly who the man-handler was. Her heart, already beating faster because of her sexual arousal, pounded wildly in her heaving chest. With supreme effort, she forced herself to quit struggling. Her stark fear of being cut demanded that she remain quiet, and she bit her tongue to contain the frantic screams which threatened to burst her apart if not let out. She managed to mute her screams and turn them into groaning sobs as she collapsed, quaking with fear, against the body she was sure belonged to the same man who'd sexually molested her the night before.
"Now that's better, breed gal," he whispered, and the name he called her told her definitely who he was. "What were you looking at that made you rub your puss against this tree? Over that way, is it? Oh yeah, I see them now. Jesus, they're really ripping off a piece! Hmmm ... makes you hot to spy on lovebirds fucking, does it? Why, Miss Gaucin! I'm right surprised at you! They way you was acting last night, I got the idea you was scared of cock. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you're just dying to feel a big old hard pecker ramming up inside your pretty little belly. Is that what you want?"
Frantically, Felicia wagged her head. Beads of cold sweat popped out on her forehead. She tried to say no, but with his hand covering her mouth, her words were unintelligible. Finally she gave up trying to speak and helplessly moaned, "Noom! Noom! Noom!"
"I think we'll just stay here and watch them," Buck said, rubbing his groin against Felicia's soft rear as he held her immobile and speechless. "I like to see fucking, too, honey. It makes me hot, same as it does you. Guess maybe it does everybody. Don't move, hear? Or try to yell or anything. Because I'm not bluffing. If you give me any call to, I'll cut that pretty little throat of yours from here to here," he said, and slid his hand down from her mouth, putting his fingertip under her right ear and moving it gougingly across her tense throat to just under her left ear.
Felicia gulped and whimpered, but she didn't dare yell. "Wha-what are you g-going to do to me?" she gasped.
"Shh, not too loud, baby," he warned, moving his hand lower and cupping her left breast, fondling the soft mound through its double covering of bra and white shirt. "Watch them fuck. Look at that spic bastard go, would you! Jesus, he's going to drive that hot little ass of Amita's right into the ground if he keeps throwing the cock to her like that!"
Despite her fear and the vulgar way he was talking, Felicia found her attention returning in part to the screwing couple. She thought of calling out to Ernesto for help, but she didn't. She knew she'd be dead before Ernesto could get his pants up and come to her aid. If he would even try to help her. She didn't know that he would, or if he would even hear her, because he was grunting and Amita was groaning and they were both breathing hard. She felt the pressure when Buck wrapped his fingers around her tittie and squeezed down excitedly. It didn't hurt, but she almost wished it did. In her desire-heavy confusion, she gritted her teeth against the pleasant sensations his mauling caused in her spongy flesh.
"Who are y-you?" she whined, and dared to turn her head and glance over her shoulder. "Mister Buckner?" she gasped. Then she recalled the name "Buck" from the frightening incident in the cabin, and she groaned. "Oh, nooh ... oh, good Lord ... nooh! Buck ... from last n-night!"
"One and the same, baby," he chuckled. "Now, shut up and let's watch the screwing match."
"B-But you're my boss!"
"That's right, Felicia ... in more ways than one. Now, are you gonna shut up and be still, or do I have to stuff your panties in your mouth and tie your hands again?"
"Please," she said, starting to beg for mercy, but his hand leaped to her throat and his fingers wrapped painfully around her neck, preventing her from uttering another word. She could barely breathe, and when he began squeezing she couldn't even accomplish that vital necessity.
"You going to shut it up?" he demanded. When she nodded quickly, he quit choking her and warned, "Not another peep out of you, damnit! Do you understand?"
She nodded again, afraid to risk a verbal reply. The field boss might kill her, and she knew it. Something evil was going on. She didn't know what or why, but she suspected it was because of her father's undercover assignment, and she again hated him for making her come with him.
Buck unbuttoned her shirt and reached inside it. His fingers slithered under her bra and pushed it up. Then he slid his other hand up and held her by her exposed breasts, massaging them flesh to flesh as he rubbed his rising penis against her buttocks and peered over her shoulder at Ernesto and Amita, who were so caught up in their lovemaking they were oblivious of everything else.
Although she had the use of her arms again, Felicia knew better than to try anything. She stood between Buck and the tree, taking the physical abuse, despising herself for finding it fearfully exciting. The constant stroking of her bosom was nearly as maddening as the way he kept rocking her hypersensitive pubis against the rough tree trunk. Back and forth she could feel his hardness moving across her defenseless backside, and she wished with all her palpitating heart he would stop. With her gaze being held by the thrilling sight of Ernesto's penis plunging in and out of Amita's writhing body, Felicia couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if Buck put his hard thing all the way into her, instead of just a tiny bit of it like he had the night before.
It felt good ... so good! she recalled the alarm, her bewildered mind dredging up the memory of that explosion of sheer bliss she'd experienced during the first and only orgasm she'd ever had. Amita has her legs up around Ernesto now! Oh, I can see their things so clearly! They're both so wet and shiny and swollen down there! His penis is big! How in the world can Amita stand having him stick it so deep into her? But she likes it! Listen to her! Oh, stop it, Amita! Stop crying out like that! It sounds so dirty ... and so exciting ... and ... ohhh ... could it possibly feel as good as you're making it sound? What's the matter with me? It doesn't make any difference how good it feels! It's dirty, sinful, wicked, depraved ... and I simply couldn't do that ... disgusting sexual thing!
By her labored breathing and her squirming, Buck could tell the combination of visual and tactile stimulation was getting Felicia. He'd been sure it would, because of the way she'd responded in the cabin. He undid her belt and the single button of her man's blue jeans, then whisked down the front zipper and cupped her crotch. The nylon of her panties was hot as the steaming girl-flesh beneath it, and literally soaked with the slippery oil her little pussy was dribbling.
"Ohhh," Felicia moaned. "Don't doo that!"
"Shut up!" he said, rubbing her from her hairy triangle to her anal opening, forcing her thighs apart and her jeans down. "Don't let me have to warn you again! Or you'll be sorry!"
I'm already sorry! the girl moaned inwardly. Sorry Daddy brought me! Sorry for what happened last night ... and this! And oh, I feel so dirty and cheap! I'm so weak! I couldn't help last night ... and I can't help myself now, either! You animal! Stop! Oh, damn you ... it feels good! STOP ... STOP!!!
Felicia's right tittie was compressed in Buck's left hand, and he was twisting it this way and that, making her squirm her soft, rounded bottom back against his throbbing pecker as he probed the tip of his middle finger into her nylon-covered slot. Through the slippery, thin material of her panty crotchband, he was busy tracing the elliptical outline of her private spot, running the tip of his finger up the ultra-smooth inner surface of one puffy outer cunt lip and down the other. It was one of the thrilling things he'd done the previous night, and it felt even better now than it had then.
"Ohhh!" she sighed, her eyes affixed to the lewd sight of Ernesto's tensed butt arcing furiously between the writhing Amita's encircling legs.
"Feels good, huh, baby?" Buck asked, his mouth close to her ear and his hot breath bathing over it.
"Nooh ... it's horrid!" she gasped. "Just awful! Why are you treating me this way, M-Mister Buckner?"
Instead of answering, he covered her ear with his mouth and inserted his warm, wet tongue. Shivers raced up and down Felicia's spine as he swirled his slick tongue all around the inner whorls of her dainty ear. She'd never been Frenched, in the ear or the mouth, and it affected her strongly. Oh, my heavens! she thought, feeling something melt deep inside her. What's he doing to me? Why is my stomach turning over and over! Ohhh! Help me. Lord! Don't let it happen again ... like it did last night! Keep me ... ohhh, good ... good!
Buck's hand was under the drenched crotchband of Felicia's panties now, and he had his finger into her up to the first knuckle. The girl was resisting the rising tide of passion with all her might, scared to death of sex as she was. Her new knowledge that it was terribly exciting and pleasurable only confused her all the more. No matter how good it felt, she was still convinced it was evil.
"OHHH ... ERNESTO!!!" Amita cried hoarsely, letting her legs fall from around him.
Through desire-blurred eyes, Felicia saw her co-worker slap her feet flat on the ground and begin hammering her loins up to Ernesto. Stop it, stop it, stop it! her spinning mind screamed, as Buck batted her erect clitoris with the tip of his wet finger, sending thousands of red-hot prickly sensations washing out through her.
"HARDER, DARLING ... FUCK ME ... OHHHH ... FUCK ME LIKE MAD!!!"
"Aaah," Felicia sighed involuntarily, snuggling her soft rump back against the hard male organ before she realized what she was doing. What's the matter with me? Am I losing my mind? I'm not like Amita! I know better! Oh, how cheap and vulgar I am! I've got to be strong! I can't let him get to me like he did last night! I can't stop him from doing what he wants, but I don't have to like it! I mustn't let myself like it! No decent girl does!
"OHHHH ... AHHHHH," Amita groaned mournfully as she slumped to the ground and began shuddering all over. "COMING, I'M COMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
With Buck flicking her pleasure button like crazy, the sound of Amita's ecstatic outcry was almost enough to make Felicia swoon. After last night, she knew what it was to come, and she could feel a bit of the agonized bliss she knew Amita was having.
"Jesus!" Ernesto croaked, and he rammed into the sobbing girl all the way, grinding his pelvis against hers and groaning.
"Sounds like our private show is about over," Buck whispered. "Did it get to you, baby? Are you ready for this now?" he asked, and bored into her quivering butt with the hard bulge in his trousers.
"Please!" Felicia panted. "Don't do it to ... ohhh ... ohhaahh!" She couldn't go on, because he'd captured her inflamed clit between his thumb and forefinger and was rolling it back and forth, driving her out of her mind.
"Yeah," he breathed. "You're ready for cock. Damned if you're not! You may not want it, but you're sure as hell ready for it, baby!"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmm!" Felicia half-sighed half-moaned, her eyes narrowing down to mere slits as waves of hot lust careened within her feverish loins. She could see Amita and Ernesto getting up and preparing to leave the wooded area, and she thought dimly that if she didn't shout for help soon it would be too late. But with her super-sensitive nubble being massaged and tweaked incessantly, she couldn't seem to think straight enough to do anything. All she could do was sag against the horrible man and sigh with unwanted pleasure.
Yell for help! her foggy mind demanded. Ernesto can hear me now! He'll help me! I've got to scream ... now! But what if he doesn't get here in time? What if he won't help me after all? Oh, Lord ... then I would really be in danger! I don't dare yell for help! What can I do? Daddy, I hate you, hate you, hate you! This is all your fault! Damn you for forcing me to come! You love these dirty field hands more than you do me! You're sacrificing me! I'll never forgive you! Never! Do you know what's happening to me? Would you even care if you did know? Oh, God ... I wish I could die!
While Felicia's lust-dulled mind dwelled on her misfortune and misery, Ernesto and Amita put on their pants and slipped quietly from the copse. Felicia saw them leave but wasn't brave enough to risk being knifed. She didn't call for help, and when she realized it was too late, all hope died, leaving a sick void in the pit of her stomach. Her feeling of utter helplessness in no way lessened the licking flames of lust in her loins, however. In fact, it seemed to increase them, as if the disappearance of her hope in some way opened a flue inside her which allowed more oxygen to rush in and cause the heat of her unwelcome lust to leap to new intensity.
"Now, breed gal," he said in a husky whisper, grasping her by the shoulders and jerking her around. He pinned her back against the trunk of the tree and tugged her panties and jeans over her flared hips, then shoved them and let them fall of their own weight down her long, tapering legs to bunch around her ankles. The zipper of his fly opened with a raspy report, and he brought out his fully erect organ. "Now we're going to fuck!"
"Nooh! Oh, please! I beg you!"
"Look at it!" he barked, grabbing her head and forcing her to look down at his upward angled penis, which was standing boldly out through his open fly.
The sight of his bare pecker made Felicia suck in her breath. A flood of consternation rushed over her, and she stared at the rock-hard instrument with fascinated horror. The livid, circumcised head bulged rotundly, its slitted tip smeared with a viscous substance oozing from the puckered eye at its very end. Behind the fearsome glans was a column of supporting flesh, at least an inch and a half in diameter and streaked with puffy, bluish veins. It was the most frightening thing Felicia had ever seen in all her young life, but the tremor it sent through her was tinged with a lascivious thrill.
It wasn't his intention to allow her a leisurely inspection, though. While Felicia was gaping down at the first male organ her astonished eyes had seen, her breath quickening and her dulled mind too stunned to react quickly, Buck stepped forward and stuck it between her legs.
"Ohh!" she gasped, looking up reflexively with her startled mouth hanging open.
Taking advantage of her state of utter confusion, Buck mashed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Before she could respond or struggle-he neither knew nor cared which she would choose to do-he wedged the knob-like head of his rod between the swollen, slippery lips of her virginal pussy and lunged into her.
Felicia's fragile veil of virginity was ripped to shreds by the blood-engorged head of his battering prick. The sharp pain caused by his sudden, brutal penetration made her mouth drop open before she clenched her teeth and threw back her head in agony. She didn't even get the satisfaction of biting his tongue, because it was lost from her mouth as her head swung back. Her teeth clamped chatteringly together and she banged the back of her head against the tree, dazing herself. By the time she screamed at the searing pain swirling through her shocked loins, he had his hand over her mouth to mute the mournful sound.
As she screamed and shuddered into his palm, Buck sank the remainder of his thick pole into her, savoring the snug fit of her virginal vagina as he reamed it to size.
It felt as if she were being split in half as he skewered her with inch after inch of his long, fat dick. Felicia's pain-racked body quaked violently and her head spun crazily. She thought she was going to faint, and wished she could. Down her quivering white thighs rivulets of bright red blood trickled freely. With every raw nerve in her outraged body, she could feel more and more of his cruel organ boring its way into her. Felicia's muffled screams continued until the tip of his bloated peter lay in the depths of her heaving belly, with his groin pressed tight against her blood-rimmed, hairy opening. Then she emitted a piteous wail and blacked out from the mixture of excruciating pain and thundering shock.
When Felicia regained consciousness, she was lying on a soiled army surplus blanket, stripped to the buff and flat on her back. Buck had carried the unconscious girl around the pond and put her down near his parked pickup. The blanket was for his comfort, not hers. He was also naked, lying atop her with his rock-hard dong into her right up to his balls.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," he said, grinning down at her.
Felicia blinked and licked her lips. Then her eyes snapped wide-open and she groaned. It all came back to her in a flash. There was a dull, throbbing ache in her loins, and a sensation of utter fullness reaching all the way up into her belly. She threw back her head and screamed shrilly.
He laughed with perverted delight. "Go ahead, baby. Tell me about it. Scream all you want. Everyone else is clear down at the end of the field. There's no one but you and me to hear you, and I like the sound!"
"Oh, dear God!" she wailed mournfully. Her scorching humiliation made her clench her small hands into fists and beat at his shoulders.
His raucous laughter rang stridently in her ears, adding insult to injury. Impulsively she hissed her anger and spat in his face.
It was the wrong thing to do, and Buck let her know it right away. Like an outraged bull, he bellowed and snorted as he slapped her again and again. The palm and the back of his hand kept her head snapping back and forth, with the terror-stricken girl screaming bloody murder. Finally he stopped slapping her and returned her insult in kind, by spitting back in her face.
Sobbing bitterly, Felicia wiped her face with her hands, then wiped her hands on the old army blanket.
"I'm not going to put up with any more of your shit!" Buck yelled. "You'd better take your fucking and act like you like it!"
"I-I w-will!" she sniveled. "Anything! Just d-don't hit me again!"
"Put your arms around me. Spread your legs wider."
She didn't dare refuse. Slavishly, she opened her legs to him and lifted her trembling, lead-like arms, embracing him with great reluctance.
"Stroke my back," he instructed.
Felicia shut her tear-filled eyes and used her moist palms to do as he'd told her. It made her feel even more degraded, but she ran her hands over his muscular back.
"Lower," he said. "Caress my ass, breed gal."
Wishing she could faint again, or even die, because anything was more desirable than the obscene things he was forcing her to do, Felicia inched her open hands lower. She stroked past the small of his sweaty back, hating herself for allowing him to intimidate her to this debasing degree. But she had no choice, and she knew it. There was no fight left in her. She reasoned she'd already been ruined.
It was extremely difficult for the sexually repressed girl to comply with his latest request. She had to compel her hands to do his lecherous biding. A moral battle raged within her as she drove her unwilling hands lower. Shaking all over, she slid her palms up the slopes of his hard, lightly haired buttocks and began tensely rubbing the fleshy hillocks.
"Cup me," he said, his eyes feasting on the displeasure he read in her suffering face. "Put one hand on each cheek of my butt, and wrap those hot little fingers around them."
Felicia could feel the head of his fully inserted penis throbbing deep inside her vagina as she spread her slender fingers and grasped as much of his surprisingly smooth, male buttocks as her small hands could encompass. With her shivering legs so wide apart, she was also keenly aware of his warm, hairy testicles lying vulgarly in the open crack of her quivering bottom. She bitterly resented the vile use he was making of her.
II I had a gun, I'd kill him! she thought, and was shocked to realize she meant it literally, that it would give her great pleasure to shoot him between his eyes. Violence was alien to her, so it was little wonder her mind recoiled with horror. He's an animal! Oh dear Lord ... help me ... because he's dragging me down to his level!
Then Buck began screwing her with deliberately long strokes, taking his time about it, drawing out his thick rod till only its head remained inside her before he lowered himself back onto her and sank every bit of his masculine turgidity into the moist heat of her cringing belly.
For the first dozen thrusts, Felicia held her breath. The carnal coupling was repulsive to her, and she couldn't for the life of her understand how Amita had enjoyed having Ernesto do this to her. There was nothing enjoyable about it. It hurt. She was tender and sore down there. But the mental suffering it caused was ten times worse than the physical. Felicia felt soiled and cheapened, shamed and disgraced, and she knew she would feel this way for the rest of her life. I wish I had a gun! Oh, how I wish I could kill you! she thought vengefully, opening her eyes and glaring up at Buck's lewdly grinning face with a hatred so fierce it made her blood nearly boil.
Buck had had two satisfying orgasms the previous night-not in Felicia but because of her, and one of them on her-and he was in almost complete control of himself. He kept sliding his stiff prong in and out of her hairy little nest in a relaxed, gentle manner, savoring the tight fit of her velvety vagina, reveling in the fact that his was the first pecker to penetrate it. He watched her face for signs of erotic response. He didn't have long to wait. It was her lovely, big brown eyes which gave her away. They began narrowing, then her eyelids started fluttering.
"Is it getting good?" he asked cockily, fucking on and gazing at her slitted eyes, one of which was beginning to twitch erratically at the outer corner.
"No!" she hissed, and turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him. She hated him as she'd never thought she could hate anyone.
"You're lying," he said matter-of-factly, and began gradually increasing the speed of his screwing motions.
She chose to remain silent, because she had lied. It was beginning to feel good, but she would rather die than admit it to him. She didn't want to admit it to herself even. But he kept at her, and the friction was getting to her in spite of her resolve to feel nothing but disgust. Her hair-ringed opening was stretched around the girth of his stroking shaft like a tight rubber band.
Each time he stuck it into her, Felicia could feel her sensitive sexual folds yielding in around his dick. It was even more humiliating when he pulled it out. Her slippery labia clung to his retreating organ, and she could feel her puffy flesh distending out from her body.
The pushing and pulling sensations delighted her feverish loins, but Felicia was determined to resist them. She had to. The tingles of prickly pleasure had to be fought back. Carnality was depraved and wicked, and she couldn't allow herself to yield to it. Everything she'd ever been taught screamed out against it.
"You'll come around," he said, leisurely humping away. "You did last night, and you will this time, too."
I couldn't help myself last night! she wanted to plead in her defense, but she only bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Just the mention of her lapse of morals was enough to remind her of how weak she'd been, and somehow that made her feel weak again.
His cocksure remark broke the slender thread by which Felicia was desperately clinging to the last vestiges of her ingrained morality. The physical stimulation of her blood-engorged genitals began to get through to her mind in the form of intensely pleasurable sensations, and the uptight young lady felt herself weakening rapidly.
"Oh, nooh!" she moaned, unable to deny the sudden burst of sexual desire it caused when he thrust balls-deep into her and ground his coarsely haired pubis against her soft mons. The end of his hard dick snuggled itself against the tender neck of her uterus, then began flicking it maddeningly. The flared base of his prick rubbed her elongated clitoris and his testicles jiggled obscenely in the warm, blood-streaked valley of her spread buttocks.
Buck smiled to himself and withdrew slowly, pulling out of her snug, steamy harbor until his retreat was stopped by her tautly stretched inner cunt lips. She was incredibly tight. Her smaller labia were like a satiny vise around his shaft. They locked the bulbous head of his dong lewdly inside her, refusing to stretch over the broad ridge at the back of his swollen crown.
"Ung, ahh," Felicia whimpered at the entrance to her dilated vagina fluttered twitchingly around the junction of his penile shaft and glans.
Then he hunched into her, and it was entirely different this time. A tremor of lascivious pleasure washed over the astonished child as she felt his throbbing organ sliding deep into her. It was almost like he was doing it for the first time, and in a way, he was. There was no more pain. The bleeding had stopped, and Felicia's resistance was almost drained. She sucked in her breath and shivered when he hit bottom, jarring her womb and sending a sensation of utter helplessness through her.
Holding in to the hilt, he began rotating his hips in a tight circle, stimulating the fiery red button at the tip of her hair-fringed slit as he stirred her insides with the full length of his sturdy stalk.
"Aaaaah ... aaaah!" Felicia was shocked to hear herself sighing. She bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would override the mounting lust in her loins.
While the panic-stricken girl chewed her lower lip and screwed her eyes grotesquely shut, Buck began humping her in earnest. His rump arced rhythmically as he drove his sex-wetted dong into her gripping little pussy with long, smooth strokes.
Felicia's healthy young body had taken all it could. Her swollen genitals no longer cared that she was being raped. Their function was to receive the erect male penis, to be excited by it, to find it extremely pleasurable, and they were fulfilling that function despite her conscious mental effort to keep them from responding. Her physical instincts overruled her confused mind, and Felicia was dismayed when she realized her hips were beginning to undulate.
Stop it! her passion-dulled mind screamed. Don't give up! Fight this urge to give in!
But even as her strait-laced mind was fighting the last moral battle, her steaming sexual organs had already given up the war and surrendered. Her secretion-slick vagina yielded thrillingly to the column of hard, white flesh invading it. Her inner sheath opened up willingly and swallowed its conqueror whole, then welcomed his rounded vanguard to the heart of its womb with soft, fluttering caresses.
"Ohhh," Felicia moaned, licking absently at her trembling lips.
"That's it, breed gal," he encouraged, increasing his efforts. "Let it hang out, baby. It's too good for a little pepper belly like you to resist, ain't it?"
"Unnnhh! Aaaah!"
"You like it, don't you?" he crooned.
"Nooh!" she rasped, rocking her head from side to side as he hammered the meat to her and thrilled her to the very core of her being. She could feel his sweat-damp abdomen slapping against hers, could feel the muscles working in his pistoning buttocks, but most of all she could feel the exciting thump, thump, thump as his cockhead pounded away at the ultra-sensitive mouth of her organ. The womb-jarring thrusts addled her confused brain. As she felt her final barrier of decency crumble into nothingness, she heaved a choking sob and resisted no more. Now all she could do was lie docilely and take the fucking the rapist gave her. Or so she naively thought.
Felicia's sob of pleasured surrender was still hanging in the hot air when she felt her midsection start rippling involuntarily. A sense of bittersweet defeat enveloped her. She couldn't deny the waves of hot, sensual pleasure washing over her, nor could she hold back her eager loins.
"Oh God!" she gasped, more fascinated than horrified when she felt her hips begin lifting to meet the brutal man.
"That's the way, Felicia! Hunch me, baby!
"I c-can't help it!" she wailed, clutching his buttocks and arching upward at the same time.
He rammed in all the way and drove her resilient butt back down to the blanket.
"Oouuu!" she sighed, shivering as a lewd thrill coursed through her.
There was no holding back then. Instinctively she began fucking with him, straining and moaning as her lust-tortured body struggled to match him stroke for spine-tingling stroke. It was almost as if she were two different girls. One part of her seemed to be standing off to the side, watching with stunned disbelief as the other part of her writhed wantonly beneath the panting male animal who had taken away her virginity. She felt utterly defiled, irreparably soiled.
"Damn you!" she sobbed, her eyes mirroring her incredulity as she locked her legs over his and pulled his thrilling cock into her, her trembling hands kneading the cheeks of his ass. She wriggled her butt and tilted her pelvis so he could penetrate her to the limit. When she had it all, with her hungry pussy lips nibbling the thick base of his rod and her cervix being tickled by its throbbing glans, she threw back her head and let out a guttural groan.
He hammered a flurry of pile-driving thrusts into her, then paused to observe her reaction.
"Don't stop!" she cried, her hips rocking and her breath coming in bursting gasps. "More ... do it some more!"
"Do what some more?" he asked, grinning triumphantly as his gaze drank in the sight of her lust-glazed eyes and twitching lips.
Felicia knew the words, though she'd never used them. The sound of Amita's voice echoed in her head, and she opened her mouth to let it out. "Fuck me!" she breathed, and discovered that it thrilled her to say it. "FUCK ME!" she shrieked, and there was no thought of Amita then.
His eyes glinting with satisfaction, he shoved his hands under her and cupped the quivery globes of her squirming ass. "Damn right, honey," he said, withdrawing slowly, then plunging forcefully into her and slapping her anal crevice with his swaying nut-sac.
"Uuunnnhh!" came her pleasured cry as the breath was knocked from her lungs.
Powering the pole to her, he grunted, "You bet I'll fuck you! I'll screw the ass right off you, breed gal!"
"Yes!" she sobbed, her head lolling droopingly from side to side as the sinful bliss crashed through her sweat-dampened body. "Give it to meee!"
Oh, Lord God! she thought, as he pistoned his fat dick furiously within the sucking cylinder of her awakening vagina. What am I doing? Ohhh ... this is terrible! He's fucking me ... and I love it! I can't help it! It's good ... wonderful ... ohhh, yess ... I feel so ... so alive! I love it! God help me, but I do!
Felicia buried her face in the moist crook of his neck and clung to his arcing buttocks, tugging at them to help him screw her, humping her ravenous little cunt up to meet his inrushing dong in midair. She shuddered with sensual joy again and again. It no longer mattered that she considered the act forbidden and depraved, because for the first time in her life she felt deliciously wicked, perverted, even. She knew she was wallowing in carnal muck, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. The pleasure of it was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It was irresistible, fantastically good, and getting better by the second.
"Harder!" she rasped, throwing her legs up around Buck the way she'd seen Amita do with Ernesto. She slid her hands up his body and locked her ankles over the small of his back, shortening her vagina without knowing it. In her new posture, it felt to her as if the huge head of his plunging dick was probing clear up into her heaving chest.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she chanted.
"Good?" he husked, his hot breath bathing her ear as his pulsating dong sawed happily away in the slippery, gripping ring of her hair-lined sex hole.
Felicia was beyond words by then. All she could manage was a hoarse groan. Her conscious mind was out of it. Lust had her in its fiery grips. Sensual pleasure came at her in great blazing sheets. She could feel herself being transported to the brink of sexual ecstasy.
It felt as if her loins were bursting apart. Her orgasm thundered through her. She thought she was dying, it was so intense. She flung back her head and screamed shrilly as the strong walls of her youthful pussy began spasming and convulsing wildly around the cock fucking frenziedly into it. It was the first real come the young girl had experienced, and it was too much too soon. She couldn't contain it. Sobbing brokenly and shuddering all over, she rode the tidal wave of her soul-rending climax until it peaked, then she fainted.
She lay limp and unconscious for the second time that day, unaware of Buck's cursing, and equally unaware of his semen gushing into the depths of her sullied belly a couple of moments later.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nearly dark when Sheriff Kenyon's car pulled into the circular driveway and made its way toward the big white house in which Hubert Scarboro lived. The battered pickup, which Merv's newspaper had provided as part of his cover, was right behind the sheriffs car. Merv, tight-jawed and vengeful, drove. Felicia, feeling wretched but a little better now that the medication the doctor had given her was taking effect, rode in the middle. On the other side of Felicia sat Elon Martinez, his eyes blazing and the muscles of his jaws pumping in and out.
"We're not going to get any justice this way," Elon muttered again. "Kenyon belongs to Scarboro and the other big farmers in this county. He's on their side. He helps them all kinds of ways. You'll see, Merv."
As if he'd been expecting company, Scarboro walked out to meet them before they could even mount the steps to his front porch. He was dressed immaculately in a two-hundred-dollar suit and seventy-five-dollar shoes. He paused on the porch, smiling benevolently as he looked down at them. Ignoring the others, he addressed himself to Sheriff Kenyon, "Good to see you, Bob. How's the wife and kids?"
"Fine, thank you, Senator," Kenyon replied a bit nervously. "And how's your lovely family?"
"Having a great time over there in Hawaii. I just got through talking to Ruth on the phone. I'm flying over to join them in a few days. We'll spend a week or so touring the islands, then all fly back together."
"Save the amenities for later," Merv snapped. "This isn't a social call, Sheriff."
"Something wrong, Bob?" Scarboro asked with mock concern as he leisurely descended the steps.
"Buckner raped Miss Gaucin," Elon Martinez growled. "We've come for him."
Hubert Scarboro affected a shocked expression. "I just can't believe it! Why, Buck hasn't given me a bit of trouble."
"He's got a record, Senator," Kenyon said. "I'll have to take him in."
"Then you think he did it, Bob?"
"The girl has been examined by a doctor. She's been raped, all right ... and she seems awful sure it was Buckner who did it."
Scarboro nodded thoughtfully as he lifted a cigarette to his mouth. "Yes, well, do what you have to do, Bob." He lit his cigarette and exhaled with a sigh. "Buck sure had me fooled. I thought he was completely rehabilitated. My God! By all means, arrest him. I don't want a rapist lurking about the place when my wife and girls get home!"
Felicia stood in mortified silence with her father's awkwardly comforting arm around her shoulders. The Chicano leader glared suspiciously at the sheriff and Scarboro.
Visibly relieved, Kenyon asked, "Do you know where Buckner is, Senator? He's not in his quarters. We stopped there first."
"Probably still in town," Scarboro said. "We had to go in today for business reasons. I left him there with the truck to take care of several odds and ends and drove back in my car. That was around three. He should be coming in any time now."
"We'll wait," the sheriff said.
"Whatever you think is best, Bob," Scarboro said, moving off toward his new Chrysler Imperial. "I've got to get to the county seat, so you'll have to excuse me. We're having a political meeting tonight to plan my campaign for the party's gubernatorial endorsement."
"Sure, Senator," Kenyon called. "And good luck."
"I don't believe this," Elon Martinez whispered. "Scarboro is the worst of all these rotten sweatshop barons."
"I know," Merv replied. "That's why my editor picked his farm for the articles. But maybe he's part human after all."
"Don't kid yourself, my friend," Elon warned. "Scarboro doesn't care about a Chicano girl being raped. He's been accused of raping a couple of very young girls himself. It never got to trial, of course, but I'm sure he was guilty. I know one of the children, and she wouldn't lie. No, this is not like him. Oppression is Scarboro's game. He wouldn't sacrifice a field boss who can drive the workers like Buckner does. Not for Felicia. Not for justice."
Felicia kept thinking she'd heard Scarboro's husky voice before, but the medication was making her groggy and she couldn't seem to place it. Probably on TV or the radio, she decided, and let it go at that.
"We might as well make ourselves comfortable," the sheriff said as Scarboro's Chrysler pulled down the drive. "Buckner will have to pass by here to put the truck away. Hub's a stickler on that. Likes to keep his vehicles looking good. Let's go sit in my car and go over it again. A couple more questions have come to my mind, Miss Gaucin."
"She's already told you everything twice," Merv protested. "Can't you leave her alone for now? She's very upset."
"It's all right, Daddy," Felicia said timidly.
"It's not all right," Elon Martinez muttered. "Scarboro is turning around. He's coming back."
Scarboro wheeled back into the drive and pulled to a stop. He stuck his head out the window, and instead of using Kenyon's first name, like he had before, he said, "Sheriff, something just struck me as I was driving away. When and where does Miss Gaucin claim to have been raped?"
"Here it comes," Elon muttered, the muscles in his jaws beginning to pump again.
Kenyon got out his note pad. "Near as I could place it by her description, Senator, it happened by an irrigation pond with some trees around it, in the big carrot field at the west end of your place."
"It occurred on the farm, then?" Scarboro asked.
The sheriff looked at Felicia. So did Scarboro. She nodded and mumbled, "Yes sir. On the farm."
"At what time, Sheriff Kenyon?" Scarboro asked tensely.
"Shortly after noon is what I've got written down here. Can you by any more precise than that, Miss Gaucin?"
"No, sir," she answered. "I didn't have a watch."
"It doesn't really matter, Bob," Scarboro said, feigning relief. "I'm terribly sorry about what happened to Miss Gaucin, and I sincerely hope you capture the one who raped her, but she's mistaken, I'm afraid. It couldn't have been Buck. You see, he was here at the house then, with me. He arrived at twelve on the dot, just like I'd told him to, and we were preparing to leave for town."
The sheriff seemed suddenly nervous again and confused.
"You lying bastard!" Elon Martinez hissed. He was a large man, and shaking with rage.
"I've taken about all I intend to from you, Martinez," Scarboro snapped. "This is none of your affair, anyhow. Get off my land!"
"I'll plow the whole miserable farm with your lying face!" Elon raged, doubling up his fists and approaching the driver's door of the Chrysler with his eyes narrowed to glowering slits.
"Get back, Martinez!" Kenyon warned, and unsnapped the cover to his gun holster. "We'll have none of that!"
"Don't do it, Elon!" Merv called as he rushed forward and blocked the Chicano's progress. "I see what you mean now, but don't ruin everything. I've got to write those articles now! I'll need your help!"
"He's a madman!" Scarboro goaded, wanting Elon Martinez to attack him, so he could pick up the pistol in the seat beside him and kill him, with the sheriff as a witness that he'd done it in self-defense. "Martinez, you're insane!"
Martinez was an angry man with a cause, and he had a short temper, but he was no fool. He didn't want to go to jail for assault and battery. In jail, where he'd been several times already, he could do little for his people. But Merv Gaucin could do much through his articles. Martinez considered Merv a godsend, and he wasn't about to let his fury spoil Merv's chances of finishing his work.
"You are right, my friend," Martinez said through clenched teeth. "Let's get out of here, before I get us both locked up."
"I'll bring you Buckner's balls," Elon Martinez offered as he and Merv sat outside the cabin in the migrant workers' camp later that night. "Just say the word, my friend, and I'll castrate him with pleasure."
Merv smiled ruefully and shook his head. "We'll get him, Elon, and Scarboro, too! I swear it! But not that way. I've learned enough already to obliterate Scarboro's chances of becoming governor. A few more days is all I need, then he can forget about being reelected as senator even. If only I could get at his books, I think maybe we could send the sonofabitch to prison!"
"I'll help you. I have trusted men. You won't forget to write about the oppressive conditions under which we are forced to live and work in this county, will you, my brother?"
"I won't forget," Merv promised. "It's the reason I came, and things are even worse than I thought! I've already taken pictures and mailed the film to my editor."
"You should send Felicia home," Martinez said. "Ernesto has a keen mind and a strong back, and he is brave and loyal, but he can't guard the girl every minute of the day."
There was an odd sensation, a sort of a tightening down in the lower part of Merv's stomach. He felt it every time he thought of his daughter sleeping in the same cabin with the strapping Armijo youth, who Martinez had assigned her as a bodyguard. Elon had assured him that Ernesto could be trusted implicity, but Merv hadn't agreed to the arrangement until the little Vigil girl, Amita, had volunteered to sleep in the cabin with them.
"This is no place for your daughter, my friend. Felicia is too soft for field work, too naive about our way of life, too attractive, and much too vulnerable. They may try to harm her again. I fear for her safety, even with Ernesto watching over her. Could you not do your job better if you didn't have to worry about her danger as well as your own?"
"Perhaps," Merv admitted. "But I am a father as well as a reporter. I'm ashamed to admit that my daughter has never shown much sympathy for those less fortunate than she. Put it bluntly, she's half Anglo. Her mother was a bitch! Nearly all of her friends are middleclass Anglos, and their soft-headed attitudes have made more of an impression on her than mine have. I brought her along for a purpose-to show her what it means to have to struggle for equality, to instill in her, if it's not too late, some pride in being a Mexican. No, I won't send her home! And I won't back off one damned inch!"
Elon Martinez nodded. This he could understand.
"These bastards will pay for what they've done to my little girl," Merv said coldly. "I'll expose Scarboro and his ilk publicly. I'll also see Buckner in prison for what he did to my child," Merv hissed, "or die trying!"
"You will not die, Merv," Martinez said with equal vehemence. "We are not as strong here as the brothers in California, but I and a few of my men are not afraid to cause the unexplainable death of a corrupt state senator. Scarboro knows this. He will try desperately to prevent you from writing your articles, but he wouldn't dare kill you. Chicano power will not allow him to get away with it. He'd better know it! Christ, how I hate that man!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Sometime during the night-she had no idea of the hour, but it seemed late-Felicia was awakened by the sounds of passionate kissing and snatches of whispered conversation. It upset rather than alarmed her, because she knew the sounds were coming from Amita and Ernesto. Her first thought was to let them know she was awake so they would stop the lewd nonsense. But something within her wouldn't permit a snap decision. The twinge she'd experienced while watching them make love that day returned to the pit of her stomach. By the time she'd decided to hold her tongue, the girl realized she was shivering with sexual anticipation.
"Do it to me, Ernesto," she heard Amita whisper, and the sound of the younger girl's passionate request sent a ripple of excitement through Felicia.
"We'd better not," Ernesto replied, also in a whisper. "We might wake Felicia up. She was nearly hysterical when we found her in the woods. If she saw us, it might set her off again. She's pretty uptight anyway, and getting raped really shook her. Elon told me to look after her, not scare the shit out of her."
There was a rustle of cloth as Amita flipped back the sheet and arose from the cotton mattress rolled out on the floor where Ernesto lay just inside the door in his capacity as bodyguard for Felicia. Bare feet padded lightly across the squeaky plank floor. Felicia shut her eyes and feigned sleep.
"Felicia," Amita called softly while she gently shook her by the shoulder. "Felicia?" she called a trifle louder, and shook her shoulder a bit harder.
"Don't wake her," Ernesto protested. "Let her sleep, Amita. She needs it, the poor kid."
Felicia lay perfectly still, listening as Amita padded back across the tiny cabin and got back on the bunk-size mattress with Ernesto.
"She's sleeping like a log, lover," Amita said throatily. "Let's do it. Right now. I want you!"
"Shh."
"We'll be very quiet, darling. We won't disturb her. Ohhh ... oh, I want this ... inside me! I'm going to kiss it, I love it so much!" Amita said with a sigh of longing.
Felicia was shocked by Amita's perverse statement. The twinge in her stomach yielded to a sensation of revulsion. Oh, how gross! she thought when a wet smack drifted over to her straining ears. She's kissing his thing! That's awful! That's ... disgusting and....
Another wet smack wafted across the cabin, and another. Then a nasal "Mmm!" could be heard, along with an inrushing of breath followed by a deep-toned sigh of pleasure.
Curiosity demanded that Felicia see if the horrible thing her astonished mind suspected was actually being done. Timorously she opened her eyes and turned her head. There was a window near the door with a stream of soft moonlight shining obliquely through it. There wasn't enough light for Felicia to see what was going on in detail, but enough was revealed to make her stomach do a flip-flop. There was Amita leaning over Ernesto's midsection, her head bobbing rhythmically above his loins.
She's sucking him! She's got Ernesto's thing in her mouth! thought the girl. She reeled under the impact of the illicit display of Amita's behavior. How could she? How could Amita do such a thing as that?
Felicia's head swam with the blatant perversity of what they were doing. Over and over she told herself how horrible it was, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. Even when Amita shifted slightly and the moonlight shone glisteningly on Ernesto's saliva-coated organ, Felicia's eyes remained riveted on the lustful tableau.
Shocking as it was, Felicia found herself fascinated by the act. As she stared at the silhouette of Amita's lips working eagerly up and down the thick shaft of Ernesto's erect penis, her revulsion seemed to drain from her. The twinge reappeared in the pit of her stomach, only to become a hot, twisting sensation as it moved lower. It settled in her loins and developed rapidly into a feverish tingling.
Oh, nooh! she moaned inwardly when she realized she was beginning to suffer from the same excitement-laden weakness which she'd experienced just before yielding to Buck earlier that day.
Felicia didn't fight it. There was no fight left in her. Buck had overpowered and raped her. She hadn't been strong or brave enough to stop him. Now she was exhausted, attempting to sleep, to regain her strength as well as her sense of decency. But she could do neither. Her body had tasted the forbidden fruit Amita seemed to love so well, and deep down Felicia knew she herself was no better than the brazen little slut who had befriended her when she'd needed a friend so desperately.
A great burden of guilt hung over her for having succumbed to the insane lust her rapist had evoked from her, but Felicia could no longer project her own guilt to Amita. The girl had offered solace, and Felicia had needed it badly. Despite her shameless sensuality and apparent lack of morals, Felicia liked the girl, and couldn't blame Amita for the sexual desire creeping over her own body now.
Amita thinks I'm asleep. I shouldn't have pretended I was. Maybe if I cough or toss about they'll quit, she thought frantically.
But Amita sprang into action sooner, and Felicia stared with guilt-tinged fascination as the uninhibited girl swung astride the handsome youth and quickly impaled herself on his pole. She could see Amita shuddering blissfully as she settled her vulva down snugly against Ernesto's groin and let out her breath in a raspy sigh.
It was too late then. It would have embarrassed everyone concerned, Felicia most of all, had she made them aware of her wakefulness when they were already doing it.
That was the excuse Felicia gave herself for remaining silent, because she couldn't face up to the fact that she actually wanted to see them having intercourse again. But she did. It made her feel sinful and perverted to spy on them, but it was terribly exciting, too.
"Ernesto! Ohhh ,. . you darling man!" Amita crooned as she began riding his horn.
Beads of slippery nectar formed on the velvety walls of Felicia's recently violated vagina. Her spongy vulvar tissue filled with the hot blood her palpitating heart sent racing through her veins.
"Sweet dick!" Amita crooned, tossing her head as she bounced up and down.
The nerve-rich tip of Felicia's clitoris peeked from beneath its protective hood, and was driven farther out into the inverted V at the top of her swelling labia by the shaft of her expanding pleasure button.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Amita began chanting as she moved up and down the full length of Ernesto's penis.
As if it had a mind of its own, Felicia's hand darted under her nightgown and snaked down into her confining panties. The hair-ringed slit between her legs was all swollen and slippery, making it easy for her fingers to roam through the fluted folds of her sex opening. Felicia's passion soared upward along with Amita's and Ernesto's. As if washing herself, the trembling girl probed inward with the tips of two fingers and began running them around the slick, hypersensitive track of the silky inner surfaces of her larger labia.
It wasn't enough to just rim the outer edges. She knew it was wrong, and she'd never done it before, but Felicia couldn't resist stiffening her middle finger and sinking it palm-deep into her fluttering hole.
"Mmmm!" she whimpered softly. She couldn't hold it back, and took no thought of being heard over the moaning and harsh breathing which seemed to electrify the very air within the tiny cabin.
I'm so weak! she thought guiltily as she started stroking her vagina with her finger. Ohhh ... oh, that feels so good! I must do it! I can't help myself! I can't ... I can't!
A bittersweet bliss welled up inside Felicia as she pumped her finger in the juicy little slot between her quivering legs. She realized she was jealous of Amita, that she was attracted to the dark-skinned Ernesto as she'd never been attracted to another young man. Dimly Felicia became aware of wanting to throw her new girl friend out of the cabin so she could have Ernesto herself, but the thought of giving herself to him sexually brought so much painful shame that her mind quickly repressed it.
What's the matter with me? she groaned inwardly. I feel so hot ... so ... so hungry! I almost wish Buck was raping me again!
Felicia plunged her finger faster and harder as she watched Amita pick up speed. Bounce, you little whore! Oh, I'm sorry, Amita ... my friend ... my good friend! I'm the slut, not you, because I know better!
Hot, scalding tears of shame and humiliation overflowed Felicia's eyes, but she couldn't stop her hand from moving. It felt too good. She was too feverish with desire to stop short of orgasm, now that she knew how mind-blowing that climactic experience could be. Adding a second finger, she shut her eyes and wildly finger-fucked herself while she listened to Amita's passionate outcries, accompanied by the soft, incessant slapping of flesh on flesh.
"Coming!" Amita whispered hoarsely a moment later, and when Ernesto grunted soulfully she added, "Oh, God! God, yes! Shoot it ... shoot it deep, darling! Ohhh ... aahhh ... ahhhh!"
Me too! Felicia felt like screaming. I'm coming too! But she bit her lower lip and held her breath, quaking from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as her tender little pussy fluttered, twitched and spasmed its way through the blessed relief of sexual orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
The migrant workers' camp didn't belong exclusively to Scarboro. He and two other large farmers shared the expenses of it and quartered all their field hands there. It was two miles from the residence of the nearest owner, close enough to be handy but far enough to keep the stench out of higher class nostrils.
For five dollars, the camp supervisor would turn his head. For ten, he would disappear for an hour or so. The farm labor contractor must have sprung with ten, because the camp was without a visible supervisor at dawn the next morning. An hour after the stentorian-voiced labor contractor arrived, he was gone, and half the camp's population with him. He had offered transportation to Oregon, and a guaranteed wage for prospective fruit harvesters that was nearly double what the workers were being paid in the carrot fields. He neglected to mention the strike going on in Oregon, and that they would be used as scabs.
The Vigil family joined the exodus to the West Coast, and Felicia found herself saying good-bye to Amita with mixed emotions. She was sorry to lose her new friend so soon, yet she felt almost relieved to see her go. There was also a sort of bubbling sensation in her as she stood beside Ernesto, both of them waving good-bye to the reluctantly departing Amita Vigil.
"She's a good kid," Ernesto commented as the bus on which the Vigil family rode pulled out of sight. "I'll miss the little idiot. I like her."
"So do I," Felicia said, and meant it. She felt a lump rise into her throat as she realized how fragile and transient the bond of friendship had to be among people who of necessity were always on the go to a better job, or to any job sometimes. Felicia had never found and lost a friend so soon. It made her realize for the first time how stable and good her life had always been. She felt like crying, although she didn't exactly know why.
"Did you want to go to Oregon?" Felicia asked as she and Ernesto walked back to the cabin.
"Sure. For twice as much money, who wouldn't?"
"Why didn't you?" she asked, then added timidly, "Because of me?"
He looked at her, and sort of smiled with only his eyes. The quickening of Felicia's heart came as only half a surprise to her, for she had lain awake long into the night suffering guilt for the horrid thing she'd done, and wondering if she might be falling for Ernesto. But he quickly dashed her mounting spirits. "Elon needs me here. He is almost like a father to me. I want to help him help our people. It is a good thing he is doing, Felicia. Your father, too."
It was a grueling day. The sun blazed down. Half the workers were gone, and the field bosses pushed the remaining ones to the limit. Ernesto kept Felicia in his sight every minute. She caught herself smiling again and again as he glanced protectively back at her, then went on harvesting more carrots for her to top as she moved up the row behind him. She missed Amita's constant chattering and lightheartedness, but she couldn't help being glad that the earthy child was gone.
Buckner didn't come near her all day. Felicia saw him once, at a distance, and spat distastefully at the mere sight of him. She held up her arm and shook it, with her carrot-topping knife clenched in her fist, and muttered under her breath, "I'm the one who'll do the cutting if you ever try to touch me again, you bastard!" Again the girl was shocked by her expanding capacity for hatred and violence.
But he deserves to die! she told herself. He's not only wicked, he's brutal and oppressive!
Once more Fehcia found herself reeling with self-pity, and despising her father for exposing her to backbreaking manual labor, unbelievably squalid living conditions and the constant threat of sexual attack.
It was past midnight. The camp had been asleep for hours. Suddenly the doorknob rattled impatiently and a man sounding frighteningly like Buckner cursed in a voice barely above a whisper, "They must have put a lock on the inside! Help me bust it down!"
"Oh, my God!" Felicia gasped, leaping out of her bunk.
"Shh!" cautioned Ernesto, who was already on his feet and waiting with a club poised in the fist above his head.
Felicia broke out in a cold sweat and began shaking uncontrollably. When the door splintered around the new padlock and swung in with a reverberating bang against the wall, she screamed and shrank back in horror.
Laying into the blow with all the strength in his bulging, steel-like muscles, Ernesto swung down the club with skull-crushing force. But he brought it arcing down a split second too soon. It missed its mark by scant inches. The end of the club grazed the tip of Jake Coons' nose, and Ernesto was thrown off balance by the force of his effort.
"What the hell?" Coons cursed, as he wild, reflexive swung brought his ham-like fist crashing into Ernesto's chest and sent him staggering backward across the cabin. "Get the girl! Take her to the truck! I'll take care of this mother-fucker whoever he is!"
Felicia screamed again as Buck charged her and backed her into a corner. "Don't touch me! I'll kill you!" she hissed, with no weapon of any kind available to her. "I've got a knife! I'll cut your filthy guts out!"
Two metallic clicks sounded, one as Buck thumbed on his flashlight and another immediately after, when he brought the hand he'd thrust into his pocket back out and snapped open his gleaming switchblade.
"Oh dear God!" Felicia groaned, before she fainted and crumpled to the floor.
On his hands and knees, trying frantically to get up, Ernesto managed to lift his shoulder and let it take the kick Jake Coons had meant for his head. The impact of Coons' booted foot thudding against his shoulder sent Ernesto toppling sideways. Yelping his pain, he grabbed at Coons' foot, caught it with one hand, then the other, and twisted it brutally.
Coons bellowed bull-like as his hulking body thundered to the plank floor.
Wearing nothing but his shorts, Ernesto sprang at the larger man with cat-like agility. His knees buried in Coons' gut, knocking the air from his lungs at about the same time his right fist slammed into the side of his face, snapping his head to the side and sending snot and spit flying.
"Leave her alone!" Ernesto yelled, leaping up from the stunned man and rushing across the cabin to protect the unconscious Felicia, whom Buck was leaning over with intention of picking up.
"Hold it!" Buck warned, forgetting the girl and snatching up his knife before he whirled around.
The steel blade reflected the soft moonlight. Ernesto stopped and began backing away.
"Come on, you sonofabitch!" Buck taunted as he crouched for battle and inched forward. "I'm ready for you now! Be brave! Rush me ... so I can split that pepper belly wide open!"
Ernesto was no fool. Keeping a safe distance between him and the knife-wielding field boss, he backed slowly but surely toward the rickety old wooden table.
Coons groaned. He struggled up to his knees and shook his head. "Get him, Buck! Hurry! The whole goddamned camp will be swarming in here any minute now! We've got to get that girl and hightail it out of here!"
"I'm going to kill him!" Buck panted, rotating the knife threateningly.
"Do it!" Coons barked. "Spill his guts!"
"Oh, Jesus ... yeah!" Buck hissed. Then he lurched forward, with the long, wicked blade of his knife arching up toward Ernesto's abdomen.
Ernesto's right hand was behind him and to the side a little, his fingers locking over the top of a wooden chair back when Buck lunged at him. The hair on the back of his neck stiffened with fear as he bounded to his right with the chair in hand. A sharp pain ripped through his left side. He sucked in his breath and swung the chair, but Buck had jumped back by then and he hit nothing but air. His face contorted, blood soaking the left hip of his shorts, Ernesto snapped the chair up between himself and Buck. He took a step backward, then gritted his teeth and took two forward.
As the chair came at him, Buck gave ground grudgingly. One step, then another. Then he stopped and began inching toward Ernesto again, his switchblade at the ready and his other hand reaching cautiously for a chair leg.
"What the devil's going on around here?" came a disgruntled voice from somewhere outside.
"That's what I'd like to know!" another piped in.
"What's all the commotion?" still another demanded. "I thought I heard a girl scream."
"Sounded like a fight going on. In that cabin over there, I think."
Jake Coons cursed and started for the door. "Let's get out of here!"
"I'm going to kill him!" Buck hissed.
"You damned fool! Come on! Before they pile in here on us and it's too late!"
"All right! All right!" Buck snapped as he backed quickly toward the door. Just before he disappeared into the night, he growled, "I'll get you, Armijo! Your ass is mine, spic!"
Ernesto stood in the doorway clutching his side and heaving for breath. He could hear the men whose sleep had been disturbed shouting to one another as they spotted the two men fleeing the camp. Then they were running, too, pursuing Coons and Buckner and shouting even louder. Lights came on in cabin after cabin. Ernesto pushed the door shut and turned on the light, then examined his side. When he saw it was only a shallow cut and realized the bleeding was beginning to stop by itself, he hurried to Felicia and picked her up in his arms.
He laid her down on the bunk. She appeared unharmed. The front of her nightgown was up around her waist, the dark triangle of her pubic mound making an alluring shadow through the white nylon briefs she wore. Ernesto resisted the urge to touch the unconscious girl's pussy. Her fragile beauty and defenselessness almost overwhelmed him, but he didn't touch her. Instead, he pulled her nightgown down to her knees and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he went to the sink to wash his wound. After that, he put on clean shorts and a pair of khaki pants and got the screwdriver.
When Felicia came out of it, blinking her eyes and glancing fearfully about, she saw Ernesto over by the door. He was replacing the hasps for the padlock, attaching them lower, where the wood was undamaged. She spotted the bandage taped to his left side, and sat up quickly.
"You're hurt!" she gasped, and had to he back down because of a rush of vertigo.
"Just a scratch," he said, and went on working. "You all right now?"
"I ... I think so."
"I was beginning to get worried about you."
"What happened? They're gone, aren't they?" she asked tensely.
"They're gone," he said, securing the last screw.
"They started coming, the other workers, and they ran." He put the padlock in place and snapped it shut.
"One of them was Buckner," Felicia said as she sat up again with only slight dizziness.
"Coons was the other one," Ernesto said, switching off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's over now."
Felicia sat on the side of her bunk in the darkened cabin, watching Ernesto's silhouette as he removed his trousers. "What did they want, for heaven's sake?"
"You," he said, sitting down on the other bunk. "Elon said they might try to kidnap you. Looks like he was right."
Felicia's fear returned almost in full measure. She shuddered. "Aren't we going to do anything about it?"
"Like what?" Ernesto asked, lying back on the bunk.
"Like ... report them to the police ... or something!"
"It would be our word against theirs. You've been through that already, Felicia. You know how much the word of a Chicano worker is worth around here."
"But it ... it isn't fair!" she wailed.
"No," he said. "That's what the movement is all about."
Seething resentment spread through her, making her fear lodge in her throat. She began shivering. "I'm so stupid ... and scared! Oh, Ernesto, I've never been so frightened in my whole life!"
"You'll be all right now."
"But what if they come back?"
"They won't tonight. Go to sleep, little one."
Felicia's teeth were actually chattering. "Who can sleep?" she moaned. "I'm terrified! Aren't you?"
"Sure, I'm scared," he admitted. "Angry, too. Stick around, and you'll get used to living with it."
His attitude surprised Felicia. She couldn't understand how he was taking it so calmly, when there wasn't a calm nerve in her whole shaking body. There was no way she could sit still, let alone lie down and go back to sleep. She got up and walked to the window, looked out for a moment, then went to the sink and had a glass of water, then began pacing back and forth. Her fear and worry displaced her modesty, making her take no thought of parading around in nothing but panties and a summer nightgown.
Ernesto, however, was very conscious of her state of semi-undress. When she passed between him and the moonlit window, he could see her upswept young breasts jiggling enticingly, as well as the entire silhouette of her curvaceous body. Despite his respect for the girl and her father, his penis began to rear up and strain against his shorts.
Felicia darted over and plopped down on the edge of his bunk, shaking his arm. "Ernesto! Wake up!"
"I'm not asleep."
"Have you got any money?" she demanded. "A little."
"Thirty dollars? Twenty even!"
"Why?" he asked, puzzled by her sudden strange behavior.
"Loan me twenty dollars! I'll pay you back! Take me to town ... to the bus station! I'll send you the money when I get home!"
"No way!" he snapped, his respect for Felicia taking a nose dive. He was disappointed in her, and couldn't help being a little chagrined at learning she wanted to run out on a cause he'd thought she believed in as much as he did. "Merv wouldn't like it. And Elon would have my hide! Go to bed!"
"Damn Merv! Damn Elon ... and damn you, too!" she shrieked, pulling her hair. "I can't take any more of this! I hate it! I'm scared to death! I want to go home!"
When she burst into tears, with great, gasping sobs racking her body, Ernesto realized how near the breaking point she was. He sat up and put his arms around her. "It'll be all right, Felicia. Don't cry. I'll protect you."
In her distraught condition, Felicia needed the comfort of his muscular arms and warm body. "Oh, God!" she blubbered, and flung her arms around him, hugging him in a desperate effort to soak up some of his courage and strength.
Felicia couldn't quit crying. She clung to the muscular youth, her soft breasts mashed inadvertently against his hard chest and her body jerking and twitching in his powerful arms.
Ernesto picked up the nearly hysterical girl and took her onto his lap. He began rocking her and stroking her to soothe her and help her regain control of her emotions.
Much to their surprise, the strong attraction each felt for the other soon had the situation well out of hand. Having been awakened to the pleasures of the flesh, Felicia knew instantly what the hard, hot thing pressing against her rounded fanny was. Half unaware of doing so at first, she started squirming her bottom tighter against it. The result was like magic. The more she rubbed herself against Ernesto-her soft bosom against his hard chest and her resilient butt against his fully erect penis-the less afraid she felt.
However, as her fear ebbed from her, it caused a void which sensual excitement rushed in to fill. She knew she shouldn't continue, but she felt almost driven to go on. Unlike Buck, she didn't fear Ernesto, because she knew he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. Telling herself she would stop shortly, that they wouldn't really do anything wrong, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and helped him rock her faster and harder.
"You'd better go to bed now," he warned, and quit rocking her.
"Not yet," she pleaded, her warm breath bathing over his neck. "I feel so much better, Ernesto. Hold me just a little longer ... please?"
"Well ... all right," he agreed, and kept his arms loosely around her.
The young girl didn't realize she was playing with fire when she innocently requested, "Rock me some more, too." She only knew the rocking had made her feel considerably better, if a bit excited, and she wanted to feel a great deal better before she returned to her bed and attempted to get back to sleep.
Against his better judgment, Ernesto rocked some more the lovely young body he was supposed to be only guarding.
Little by little Felicia felt the hand of Ernesto's encircling arm brushing against her right bust. It effected a pleasant tingling which excited her all the more. She didn't say anything, because it felt so nice and she was sure Ernesto didn't realize he was doing it. With so much having happened to her so fast, the girl was in a state of agitated mental confusion. Everything seemed out of kilter. The feeling of delicious sinfulness creeping over her would have horrified her only a couple of days earlier, whereas now she almost welcomed it.
Felicia wasn't thinking too clearly, but when she felt Ernesto's hand cupping her breast, she couldn't fool herself into thinking it was accidental. Then she knew definitely that he'd done it on purpose, because his fingers closed around her fleshy mound in a very intimate and thrilling manner.
"D-Don't," she stammered, backing her head away from his neck and looking up diffidently at his handsome, moonlit face.
"You should've gone to bed when I told you," he said in a quavery voice, and kissed her before she could reply.
As her soft, full lips yielded under the gentle but insistent pressure of his totally unexpected kiss, Felicia was astonished to find herself trembling weakly and allowing him the liberty he'd already taken. She liked being kissed by Ernesto, even though she knew it was dangerous. When she thought the kiss had gone on indecently long, she made a halfhearted attempt to end it by placing a shaking hand on his bare shoulder and pushing so lightly that he hardly felt it.
The tip of his tongue was in no way insulting to her lips when he teased it between them a second later. Even if Felicia had been inclined to protest his tongue's insinuation, she wouldn't have been able to do so because of his next action. Until then, he'd been content to merely hold her sensitive tittie lovingly, but suddenly he began massaging the entire erogenous mound, sending stabs of hot pleasure up to her receptive brain.
"Ohhh!" she half-sighed half-cried, and unintentionally let her mouth fall open.
Feeling as if he were betraying a trust, because now he intended to go as far as Felicia would let him, Ernesto thrust his tongue deep into the sweetness of her irresistible mouth.
Instead of recoiling, as she would have had it been anyone other than Ernesto kissing her, Felicia startled herself by sliding her arms around him and accepting his tongue. She clung to him, shivering and whimpering as she allowed him to explore the innermost recesses of her moist oral cavern. She wasn't in the least repelled. On the contrary, she found it maddening to be tongued by the Adonis-like youth. Ernesto's tongue was so sweet and exciting that she couldn't resist following her desire to lick back at it.
One timid lick led to another, not so timid, and before Felicia even knew what she was going to do she found herself moaning through her nose and sucking his tongue like crazy. Her head swam with a surge of wantonness. Her brain reeled under the bombardment of oral and mammillary stimulation, for in addition to the tongue-sucking kiss, Felicia's breast was now receiving a thorough kneading.
"Oh, Ernesto ... we shouldn't be doing this!" she panted, but only when Ernesto broke the drawn-out kiss.
He moaned way down in his throat, then without a word kissed her again, giving her the full length of his tongue as he captured her tumescent nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started rolling it back and forth.
"Mmmm!" she puled as a flood of warm weakness spread over her. She could feel the rippling sensations arching down the trunk nerve connecting her breasts and loins.
It felt so good that she didn't even try to make him quit. Having once yielded to lust with a rapist she despised, Felicia could hardly be expected to resist the mounting passion she was now suffering with a young man she found highly desirable. The handsome youth had risked his life to protect her, and Felicia was almost sure she loved him. Felicia sucked Ernesto's darting tongue hungrily and pushed her tingling breast at his pleasure-giving hand.
I like what he's doing to me! she thought. I shouldn't let him play with my tittie ... but it feels so good. I shouldn't be kissing him this way, either ... but it's terribly exciting! Ohh, he's so sweet and good! He won't take advantage of me. I'll tell him to stop ... mmmm ... in a minute ... and he will because ... ahhhh ... he knows I'm not like Amita. But not now! I don't want him to quit yet! Ohhh ... that's nice ... lovely!
When Felicia whimpered and stuck her tasty little tongue into his mouth, Ernesto took it to mean she was ready for more than he was giving her. Accepting the invitiation he thought she was offering, he sucked her timid pink organ greedily and deserted her hard-tipped breast to explore her more appealing area. He'd had a glimpse of her most desirable spot, and his hand wasted little time in reaching it. Few barriers lay in his way, since her trembly legs were already slightly parted and her nightgown had ridden up nearly to her hips.
Rocking his lips against hers and sucking her tongue deeper into his mouth, Ernesto slipped his hand between her quivering thighs and cupped her febrile crotch. The narrow strip of nylon was damp with vaginal dew, slippery enough to make it easy for him to rub her privates from her puffy mound to her puckered anus.
"Nooh!" she moaned, attempting to break the kiss and push him away. But she felt so weak, and it thrilled her immensely to have him touching her there. She clenched his hand vise-like with the warm, smooth inner surfaces of her thighs and mewled into his mouth.
"Felicia," he whimpered, kissing along her cheek as he stroked her clefted vulva with more pressure. "Oh, Felicia!"
"Y-You shouldn't do th-that!" she wailed.
"I can't help it!" he breathed. "You're so sweet! I feel like I could eat you up!" Then his lips covered her ear and he thrust in his tongue, the way Buck had, and began swirling it around.
Felicia melted. A tremor of unadultered sexual desire passed through her feverish body. She let her legs fall apart and pushed her crotch tighter against his hand. "Ohhh ... oh, Ernesto ... w-what are we doing?"
He stuck the tip of his tongue in the deepest part of her ear and wagged it around. At the same time, he worked his fingers under the damp crotchband of her panties and began teasing the soft pink crevice of her secreting sexual aperture.
"Ernesto! Ohhh! Oh, my goodness! You mustn't do that!" she cried, squirming with sensual discomfort as he eased the end of his middle finger into her silky little slit. She sucked in her breath and held it, shivering as she felt his first knuckle pop through the tight ring of her inner lips, shuddering when she felt the second knuckle following a split second later. Then she felt his palm flattening against her hair-fringed opening and realized he had every bit of his finger inside her. A rush of passion bubbled within her as she felt him stroking the moisture-beaded walls of her fluttering vagina. Her breath burst from her gaping mouth in a whimper-like sob.
"Felicia ... sweet little Felicia," he cooed, and began sliding the full length of his thick finger in and out of her steaming pussy. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm and smoothness he was using below as he finger-fucked her into a fit of passion.
The scorching pleasure between her legs plunged her deeper and deeper into the red velvet pit of lust. She knew she should stop him immediately, before he drove her crazy with desire. I'm not sure I love him! she thought foggily. Even if I was sure, and he loved me, too, it would still be wrong! But it feels so good ... so good! Just a little bit longer ... then I'll make him quit.
A little bit longer was all it took to break down the rest of Felicia's resistance. She didn't want Ernesto to quit then. Every raw nerve in her aroused body cried out for more, more, more, and she flung her legs wide-open and heaved a guttural groan.
Ernesto swung into action then, and Felicia's mind was so dulled by desire that she was only dimly aware of what she was doing. When he removed her nightgown, she only whimpered and lifted her arms to help. When he eased her down onto her back, she willingly raised her midsection so he could slip her confining panties over her flared hips and down her trembling legs.
She lay shivering with anticipation as he stood up and skinned off his shorts. The room was dark, but she could see the form of his big organ angling boldly up from his loins. The sight of it sent a stab of fear racing through her, even though she wanted it. It looked huge, and she didn't know if she could take it.
"I must be out of my mind," Ernesto muttered as he lay down and took Felicia into his arms.
"W-Why?" she stuttered, allowing him to take her hand and put it between their bodies.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he said, placing her hand on his hard shaft.
"I ... I k-know!" she gasped, encircling his turgid rod with her slender fingers, her desire soaring as she fondled it.
"Do you want to?"
"Don't you?" she asked timorously.
"God, yes! But I don't want to force you. I'm supposed to be protecting you!"
"You're n-not forcing me," she panted, stroking his dick awkwardly but eagerly.
He swung above her. Felicia timidly opened her legs, and he lowered himself into position. She still had his pulsating penis in her trembling hand, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to guide the head of it between the swollen lips of her hairy cleft.
"Don't h-hurt me!" she moaned, when he pressed forward and wedged the knob-like head of his prick into the fluted folds of her vulval opening.
He sank two inches of rock-hard dong into her incredibly tight little pussy. "Aaaaah ... aahhhh!"
"You're so small!" he groaned, pausing and gazing concernedly at her wide-eyed expression. "Am I hurting you too much, Felicia?"
"G-Good!" she panted. "It hurts so good!" She threw her arms around him, the way Buck had made her do, and caressed his back with her moist palms. She shut her eyes and sighed, marveling over how different it was this time.
Ernesto is the exact opposite of that disgusting brute who raped me, she thought, a bit awed by his tenderness and concern. He's being so gentle with me. I should be ashamed of myself ... but I'm not! Does that mean I really do love him? It must! Because I don't feel dirty ... Oh, no ... I feel wonderful! And Ernesto must love me, too! Of course! That's why he's being so considerate! Oh, Ernesto, you darling man!
Her insides were bubbling with hot joy. She opened her mouth to tell Ernesto she loved him, because she knew she'd have to say it first. She wished she hadn't given him the impression that she thought she was better than he, because now she didn't think that at all! But she had acted snooty, and she knew he wouldn't say those wonderful words first for fear of rejection.
"Ernesto," she crooned. "Darling, I ... I loveee ... ohhh!!!"
With Ernesto's big pecker lunging into the depths of her belly, Felicia couldn't finish declaring her love for him. She couldn't say anything. It was divine, the sudden and total filling of her small elastic sheath, and all she could do was shudder and gasp for breath. She felt his warm balls nestling into the crack of her quivering butt, and she sucked in her breath raggedly.
"Felicia!" he croaked, as he jabbed the last fraction of his long, thick shaft into her gripping sex orifice and snuggled the rounded tip of his glans right into the tiny mouth of her ultra-sensitive womb.
"Yesss!" she cried blissfully, hugging him to her bosom. "Oh, yes, darling! Mmmm ... ahhh!"
Again she was about to confess her love, but he started screwing her with long, penetrating thrusts. It took her breath away. Words wouldn't come. Only a chanting sound of, "Oh, ohh, ohhhh," as she huffed for air.
Ernesto's bronze peter was longer than Buck's. Thicker, too. When he sank it all the way into Felicia's rippling belly, it filled her full to the very brim of her fluttering little cunt. With each outstroke her blood-engorged labia distended out from her writhing body, clinging to his sturdy shaft suckingly, as if reluctant to lose it for a fraction of a second.
"Kiss me, darling!" she cried ecstatically, sliding her hands down his muscular back and grasping and masculine cheeks of his straining rump.
Humping away, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her cute nose, then mashed his lips to hers and rammed his tongue down her throat.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she cooed, sucking his tongue rapiciously as she began fucking with him. This is wonderful! she thought, when he pushed his hands under her and cupped her quivering buttocks. Absolutely wonderful! I love him! I love his dick, too! Ohhh, it's so big and sweet! Amita was right! I don't give a damn if it is wrong! Because it doesn't feel wrong! It feels divine! How could anything that feels so right be wrong? It isn't dirty with Ernesto! I feel clean and ... and marvelous! Love ... that's what makes it different with Ernesto. Love, love, love!
Precious little love had ever been shown Felicia. Her grandmother had resented having to take her in, and her father had been more interested in repressing her sexuality than in demonstrating the love he actually did feel for her. Every time he had looked at his maturing daughter Merv had thought of her whorish mother, and had tensed up to the point where he couldn't even say he loved Felicia, much less show her he did with any type of physical contact.
But the love-starved girl was getting plenty of physical contact on Ernesto's bunk, and accepting it as love given and reciprocated. The powerful young man with the long, fat dick was fucking Felicia quite thoroughly, and both of them were enjoying it immensely.
"Darling ... my darling!" Felicia cried joyously as she arched her back and sent her little pussy skidding up his inrushing pole. Their pubic mounds crashed together, then a wet slapping sound was heard as their sweat-damp abdomens kissed in midair. The force of his thrust drove Felicia's springy butt back to the mattress and she shuddered with bliss.
He threw a flurry of womb-jarring jabs into her, Felicia moaning and sighing as she humped right with him and peckingly kissed over his face and neck.
"I love it! Oh, darling, darling!" she rasped, matching him stroke for stroke, her hips fairly flying up and down.
The frenzied lovemaking made her forget all about her former ideas of sex being wicked and perverted. With so much fiery pleasure careening around inside her, and Ernesto's big cock pumping in more with each thrust, her mind was in no mood to dwell on sin and guilt. She was sailing into a bliss so intense she couldn't believe it.
"Harder, darling!" she panted, slapping the soles of her feet flat on the bunk and using the muscles in her legs to aid her in slamming her dribbling little snatch up to him.
He gave it to her harder, and the sensation of utter fullness it caused every time he socked it home brought cry after tiny cry rolling from her quivering lips. She nearly swooned, it was affecting her so.
Little by little he increased the speed of his fucking motions while shortening the thrusts ever so gradually, hitting into her harder and faster until it became impossible for the inexperienced girl to keep pace with his frantic screwing.
"God!" she groaned, deep in her throat. "Ohhh ... oh, yes, yes, yessss!"
She fell back rapturously and let him race on ahead. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she puled, rolling her head on his pillow as he hammered the cock to her. She was so juicy by then they began to squish when he sank it all the way in.
"I love you, Ernesto! Love you!" she cried breathlessly, throwing her legs up around him and locking her ankles over his pistoning rump.
But Ernesto didn't comprehend her rather breathy words, because he was heaving for breath and reeling with the delicious torture of preorgasmic thundering. He'd never had his dong in a pussy as tight and hot as Felicia's. It seemed to be drawing the sperm right up from his body-hugging nuts. He poured on the power, using very short thrusts and hitting into her so fast and furiously that he had to hold her hips to keep from buffeting her up the bunk.
"OHHH ... OHHH ... OHHH!!!"
She could hear herself shrieking, the tremendous pleasure swirling within her thrashing body. Again and again she cried out, flinging her head wildly about and spurring him with her heels. She wanted him to fuck her this way forever. Nothing she'd ever experienced could compare with the unbelievable joy of their lovemaking.
Felicia was gasping for breath, the secretion-slick walls of her vagina beginning to flutter out of control when Ernesto plunged his throbbing dong balls-deep into her for the last time.
"Ung, ung, UUUNNNGGHHH!" he grunted mournfully, and sent a mass of hot semen spiraling into the depths of her rippling belly.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she crooned, keenly aware of his ballooning cockhead and the spurts of thick cream gushing geyser-like from its slitted tip. It doubled her pleasure, triggering her climax and sending her into a paroxysm of sexual ecstasy. "COMING ... I'M COMING, TOO ... OHHH ... AHHH!!!"
Her body twitched and jerked. She writhed and moaned. The walls of her vagina clutched rhythmically at his sperm-spewing prong. Her uterus contracted spasmodically all through the shower of cum he sprayed over it, and afterward, too, as she lay shuddering and sobbing from the intensity of her orgasm.
"You'd better go back to your bed now, baby," he said several minutes later, breaking the silence they'd lapsed into. "We've got another rough day ahead of us tomorrow. We'll need all the sleep we can get."
Stunned at his incredible callousness, Felicia struggled up and staggered over to her bunk. She flung herself down and buried her face in the pillow, crying bitter tears of abject humiliation and shame. Silent sobs racked her just-fucked body. She'd never felt so used and abused, so thoroughly wretched, so permeated with the filth of carnality.
He doesn't love me! she groaned inwardly. He used me! Just like he used Amita! Oh, dear Lord ... how could I have been so stupid? I'll never let another man touch me! They're all the same! How could he degrade me so? I've never been so humiliated! He's even more cruel than Buck! They're wicked and ugly! After what we did ... how could Ernesto be so unkind as to virtually kick me out of his bed? I hate him! I wish I could die!
Felicia had no way of knowing that Ernesto hadn't meant to be unkind. In her own misery, she failed to hear him gritting his teeth against the pain in his wounded side. With her face buried in her pillow, she couldn't see him clutching his side in an effort to stop the rush of new bleeding which his final wild thrusts had caused by reopening the cut he'd incurred while fending off her would-be kidnapers.
None of this Felicia knew. She only knew that he was callous and uncouth, a brute who had tricked her into the trap of lust by letting her think he cared for her, as she'd thought she cared for him. Now she knew she didn't love him. She was mortified. She wondered if she would ever be able to look at her face in the mirror again.
Lights were on in the business office of Scarboro's farm when Coons and Buckner returned empty-handed from the migrant workers' camp.
"What the hell?" Coons cursed as he braked the pickup to a stop and threw a worried glance toward the younger man. "It's damned near one in the morning!"
"You reckon that reporter would be stupid enough to turn the lights on in there?"
"I don't know," Coons replied, cutting the lights and engine. "Maybe we'd better walk over there nice and easy and find out, though."
The two men were climbing out of the truck when Scarboro stepped into the lighted doorway and waved them over, calling, "Come on. Bring the pickup."
They got back into the truck and drove on over to the office.
Scarboro scowled at Buckner when he and Coons walked into the building. "I thought I told you to stay up at the shack and guard the girl, Buck!"
Both men looked sheepish. Coons cleared his throat and said. "We didn't get her, boss."
"Come again?" Scarboro growled. "We ran into trouble," Buckner replied. "She had a guy in her cabin with her, Armijo is his name, one of the field hands."
"He jumped us with a club when we went in," Coons said, taking over. "It was dark and we had no way of knowing. I took a lick that sort of addled me. I went for Armijo and Buck went for the Gaucin girl, but there was such a ruckus it woke the whole damned camp up. We was lucky to make it out without anybody getting close enough to see us."
"Christ!" Scarboro hissed, glowering from one man to the other. "If I want anything done right around here, it looks like I have to do it myself!"
"Sorry, boss," Coons muttered. "We couldn't help it, though. It wasn't our fault."
"Are you sure no one recognized either of you?" Scarboro snapped.
"No way," Buck assured, smiling solicitously. "You should of seen old Jake run! I never saw him move so fast."
"Nobody saw us up close. You got nothing to worry about there. You want us to go back for the girl later? Now that we know what we're up against, we can handle it."
"Yeah," Scarboro said grudgingly. "I'll go with you this time, but it'll have to be later. While you boys were flubbing your job, I caight a sneak thief."
"Gaucin?" Coons asked. "Was he after the books?"
"He was after the books, all right, but it wasn't Gaucin. Take a look for yourselves. He's behind the file cabinets over there."
Buckner and Coons moved past their gloating boss and went behind the row of files. Coons felt sick at his stomach when he viewed the pulpy head and face. "Martinez?" the big man asked tensely, because it was impossible to be sure with the face in that kind of condition.
"Elon Martinez, doing the reporter's dirty work for him," Scarboro said. "He's never looked better, has he, boys?"
Buckner whistled appreciatively. "You sure worked him over, boss."
"Just pistol-whipped him a little, is all."
"It looks like you damned near killed him," Coons commented worriedly.
"I restrained myself," Scarboro said calmly. "Nothing would give me more pleasure than to beat that Chicano sonofabitch to death. But I can't have him dead on my place from a beating. It wouldn't set right. It's the perfect opportunity to get rid of the troublemaker for good, though. If Gaucin put him up to it, he'll get the message. If Martinez was dumb enough to try this on his own ... well, it'll be the last time he'll stick his nose into my business."
"We going to kill him, boss?" Buckner asked with relish.
"Why, Buck," Scarboro scolded mockingly, "how could you even think such a thing! The poor man got drunk and had an accident was the way I heard it. Seems he ran off the road and burned to death in his pickup. Terrible thing!"
"Yeah," Buck said, grinning all over his face. "We're going to send him up in a blaze of glory, is that it?"
"Let's just say a blaze," Scarboro replied soberly. He opened a desk drawer and extracted a half pint of whiskey, the seal of which was already broken. He removed the cap and took a deep pull, then passed it to Coons, who handed it on to Buckner without drinking any. "What's the matter, Jake?"
"Nothing," Coons said, his voice cracking.
Scarboro laughed derisively. "Relax, Jake. You're one helluva foreman. I know I can trust you to keep your mouth shut. I also know you haven't got the stomach for this kind of work. Hell, why do you think I got Buck paroled? Martinez's pickup is down by the sorting shed. Go bring it up here. You can clean up the office and put everything back in order while Buck and I attend to this bastard."
Coons nodded stiffly and hurried from the office.
"Go to the pump and get a can of gasoline, Buck," Scarboro said, holding out his hand for the bottle of whiskey. "And make it fast. We've still got to get the reporter's kid tonight. The head of my cock started itching for a piece of her fine little ass soon as you and Jake drove off."
The blond young man passed the bottle back, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'd like to have some more of her myself. Maybe we could all three get her. You first, of course."
"We'll see," Scarboro told him, with a lewd gleam in his eyes. "We've got to get her first. Go get the gas."
"You bet, boss," Buckner replied, and ran out the door.
Coons arrived with Martinez' pickup, and the fanner and foreman carried the unconscious Chicano leader from the office and put him in the cab. After he'd tossed the nearly empty whiskey bottle in on the seat, Scarboro climbed under the wheel and started the engine.
When Buckner came running back with a five-gallon can of gasoline, Scarboro called, "Follow me in Jake's pickup, Buck. Bring the gasoline with you."
Scarboro drove off, with Buckner right behind him. They rode for about a half hour until they were well away from the huge farm. Finally Scarboro pulled off on the shoulder of the little-used road and stopped short of a bridge. He got out, looked up and down the road, then reached inside the idling pickup, jerked it into low gear and slammed the door as the truck lurched forward and to the right, the way he'd aimed the front wheels. Of the sloping shoulder it rolled, then bumped along a short rain gully before it plunged down the steep embankment and crashed to the bottom of the draw which became a river when it rained.
"Bring the gas, Buck!" Scarboro called as he ran after the driverless pickup.
Elon Martinez was still alive when they arrived at the bottom of the draw. They soaked his clothes and the interior of the cab with gasoline, or rather Buckner did. Then the two of them stepped back.
"Give me a match, Buck. All I've got with me is my lighter."
"I'll do it," Buck offered, whipping out a book of paper matches. He was trembling with excitement. "Unless you want to set it yourself, boss."
"We'll both do it. One match each."
"All I've got is these gophers, boss. Better let me light the whole book and throw it."
"All right. Just don't miss, damn it!"
Buck pulled off a match and struck it, then lighted the rest of the matches and tossed the whole book toward the open window of the pickup.
HUUU-WHOOMPPP!!! came the explosion-like sound as all the gasoline caught fire at once. Flames leaped high into the air. The men had to move back because of the intense heat. They had set Martinez up in the seat and could see his hair and face burning.
"Look at that motherfucker burn!" Buckner husked, bending, turning and twisting as his eyes bulged out excitedly.
"Stand up straight," Sacrboro said.
"I can't! I've got a hard-on!"
Scarboro let out a burst of nervous laughter. "I know."
When he glanced at his boss' crotch, Buckner saw that he wasn't the only one with a rip-roaring erection.
"Let's go get that Gaucin girl, Buck. Jesus! I hope her asshole is hot as that inferno! Come on! That tank is going to blow any minute! Let's get out of here!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The rest of the camp got back to sleep, but Felicia couldn't. She felt dirtied. For a while she lay staring up at the darkened ceiling, listening to Ernesto's soft snoring. Then she got up and put on the soiled blue jeans and blouse she had worn that day in the fields. She got a towel, washcloth and a bar of soap, clean panties and jeans and an old white shirt of Merv's that had been sent to the laundry so many times it was about ready to start falling apart. Not bothering with stockings or bra, she slipped her feet into her shoes and tiptoed to the door.
Quietly she unlocked the padlock and let herself out, then eased the door shut and trudged off toward the women's side of the big concrete block latrine which served the entire camp. She generally showered first thing every morning, but she felt so unclean.
Since Felicia was the only one in the latrine, she had her choice of the shower stalls. She chose one of the two which still had doors, stepped inside and stripped. The hot water was usually only tepid. This time it was hot enough that she had to add a little cold before she stepped under the spray and began soaping and rinsing her body again and again.
The first hint of dawn was turning the eastern horizon from black to gray when Felicia emerged from the bathhouse. She'd scrubbed every inch of her body, but still felt soiled. Her long, jet-black hair was still damp from the towel drying, and hung limply straight down her back. She'd put on her clean panties and jeans first, and hadn't bothered to tuck in the tail of her father's old white dress shirt.
Felicia felt a great need for confession, and was frustrated because there was no priest about. Realizing she would have to wait until she got back to Albuquerque and Father Herrera, she decided to do the next best thing. She shuffled toward the cabin, intending to kneel beside her bunk and pray.
There was to be no leisurely praying for the troubled girl that morning, however. The instant she stepped inside the door, the lights flicked on and she was grabbed by two men. As a gag was stuffed into her mouth, the terrified girl noticed that Ernesto was conspicuously absent from the cabin. His bunk was overturned, and there was a pool of fresh blood on the floor beside it.
Her screams of stark horror coming all muffled through the gag, Felicia wrenched herself frantically about and kicked wildly at the shins of Buckner and Scarboro. She got a vicious slap for her efforts, and the tail of her father's white shite was ripped off as they subdued her. Buck held her down on the floor while Scarboro bound her ankles, then her wrists. Just before they slipped a cloth bag over her head, Felicia happened to notice the tail of Merv's white shirt lying nearby, so close that she could read the laundry mark it bore.
Then they tied the bag under her wagging chin, and she felt herself being hoisted up. One of them had her by the ankles, the other had hooked his hands under her armpits. There was a sensation of motion, accompanied by the shuffling and clomping of feet on the squeaky old plank floor. Felicia realized they were carrying her from the cabin, kidnaping her, and she nearly fainted again from the screaming fear that realization brought with it.
The light switch clicked. It was suddenly very dark inside the bag. Felicia gulped. Her heart hammered in her chest. An engine started nearby. The sound drew closer. Tires crunched to a stop in front of the cabin.
Felicia was hoisted up and dumped like a sack of potatoes into the cargo bed of Jake Coons' pickup. She landed with a dull thud, stars bursting before her eyes as she rolled up against another person.
When the other person didn't move or speak, she was afraid she knew who it was. Her hands were tied in front of her, and she began awkwardly feeling over the unconscious form. She felt a bandage on his left side, and knew it was Ernesto. He was barely breathing. She felt a stab of panic in her heart, and scooted up, running her hands over his torso as she went. To her utter horror, she discovered a gruesome, blood-oozing lump on his forehead.
Oh, God! she groaned inwardly. Don't let him die!
"Let's go, Jake. Nice and easy so we don't wake anybody up," came the husky sound of Scarboro's voice as Felicia heard her abductors climbing into the cab of the pickup. "You know where to go."
As the truck began to roll forward, an image of the laundry-marked tail of her father's white shirt lying on the cabin's floor flashed through Felicia's terrified mind. And idea leaped forth. Not much of one, but the best she could come up with. She didn't know where they were taking her, and neither would anyone else unless she did something.
Maybe ... just maybe! she thought hopefully, and tore off a small piece of her father's white shirt as she scooted herself hurriedly toward the back of the cargo bed. Praying that the wind wouldn't come up and blow it away, Felicia tossed the bit of white cloth over the pickup's tailgate and tore off another. By the time the truck bounced from the workers' camp onto the smooth asphalt highway, she had torn off and thrown out five pieces of the shirt.
They picked up speed, with Felicia tearing off and tossing out tiny bits of white cloth, trying desperately to leave a trail, praying that her father or Mr. Martinez would see and follow it. With the bag over her head-which she didn't dare attempt to remove for fear they would glance back and suspect she was up to something-Felicia had no way of knowing that many of the white splotches were whipped by the wake of the pickup over into roadside weeds, where no one would ever see them.
The pickup slowed down, pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and stopped. "I'll stuff Armijo in that culvert," Jake Coons said as he climbed from the cab of the idling vehicle.
"I'll help you," Buck said. "And I'll finish the job on him, while we're at it."
"No!" Scarboro snapped. "He doesn't know what hit him. When he comes around, he'll still have to get out of those ropes. It'll take awhile. Long enough. Don't kill him. Just put him away for safe keeping. If he doesn't work himself loose, or a rattler doesn't get him, we can always have somebody find him and be a hero. After we get things under control. Go on. Help Jake stow him in the culvert, but nothing more. Do you understand, Buck?"
"Yes, sir," Buck muttered as he slid under the steering wheel and got out.
Felicia lay deathly still as Ernesto was removed from the truck. While they were carrying the unconscious youth down to the culvert, she bent her knees and brought her feet as close to her behind as she could. She had to stretch, but she managed to slip off first one shoe then the other. She held them in her bound hands until the truck began moving again. When it was off the shoulder and back onto the highway, she pitched both of her shoes over the tailgate, praying that someone would see them and discover Ernesto before it was too late.
Though it seemed like hours to the frightened girl, they turned off the pavement about five minutes later. Thinking fast, she jerked at her crucifix, broke the fragile gold chain and flung it over the back of the truck.
The pickup moved slower over the bumpy dirt road, and Felicia had to ration the bits of cloth she tossed out. Part of one shirttail had been ripped off in the cabin. Now it was entirely gone, and most of the other one as well. She didn't dare tear off much more. If too much of her shirt was missing, they would notice and realize she'd left a trail. So Felicia had to keep them from suspecting anything. Tearing smaller and fewer pieces of the shirt, she murmured, "Please, God," as she tossed each one over the tailgate.
Elon Martinez was late. It wasn't like him, and Merv Gaucin was beginning to worry.
"It'll be time to go soon," Mr. Sanchez said, coming out onto the porch of the four-room house he and his large family called home. "You are welcome at our table, Senor Gaucin. There is plenty."
"Thank you, but no," Merv replied. "Elon will be along any minute. My daughter is expecting us to have breakfast with her."
"You are most welcome, should you change your mind," Mr. Sanchez said as he reentered his little house.
The Sanchez family were local people. They had a very tiny non-irrigated farm, the income from which was so small they had to hire out as field hands to the large farmers in order to make ends meet. Ironically, Mr. Sanchez' ancestors had once owned most of the county he now lived in on the brink of poverty.
Merv had the story in notes which Elon had given him the previous night. But it had taken longer than either of them had anticipated. Elon had left at eleven. Merv had spent the night. At dawn, Elon was supposed to have returned to pick him up. Dawn had come and gone, but without Elon Martinez making an appearance. The sun was inching over the horizon, and Merv was very worried about his friend.
Finally he got up and went into the house, to have breakfast with the Sanchez family and to bum a ride from them, since they were going to harvest carrots for Scarboro that day. He didn't like not being able to check on Felicia until that evening, but he had a job to do. For the first time, he took real comfort in knowing that Ernesto Armijo was looking after his daughter.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Nooh! Oh, please ... I can't take this!" Felicia cried sobbingly as she writhed with unwanted lust on the bed in the isolated shack to which she'd been taken.
Buckner stood at the head of the bed, holding her arms above her head. At the foot of the bed was Coons, his powerful fingers biting into her ankles as he held her legs and kept them wide apart. Both Buckner and Coons were fully dressed. Felicia was naked as the day she was born, and so was Scarboro. It had been going on for more than a half hour-the two men holding her helpless while their boss had his lustful way with her.
Her light brown nipples were shiny with saliva, hard and swollen, aching from all the sucking and tweaking Scarboro had delighted in giving them. There wasn't an inch of her suffering body which the senator's inciting hands hadn't explored. At the moment, he had three fingers inside her sopping little pussy, wriggling them around lewdly in the juicy, hair-ringed hole between Felicia's trembling legs as he flicked maddeningly at her throbbing clitoris with the thumb of his other hand.
"Fuck me!" she panted, humping the hand of the man whose knowledgeable fingers and mouth had degraded her so ruthlessly while he dredged up the baser part of her personality. "Please fuck me! Oh, God ... don't torture me any more! Give it to me!"
"Give you what, Miss Gaucin?" Scarboro asked with a lewd grin. "What do you want?"
"You!" she rasped. "A man ... any man!"
Still pumping three of his fingers in her slushy gash, Scarboro raised slightly on his knees and wagged his erect penis at her. "Is this what you want?"
Her glassy eyes feasted on the sight of his pulsing stalk. Her tongue licked absently over her parched lips as she eagerly nodded her head.
"How badly do you want my dick, Miss Gaucin?" he taunted.
"I'm begging, damn you!" she whined, pushing her crotch at his hand. "What more do you want me to do!"
"Oh, much more, my dear," he chortled. "I assure you, we've only just begun. Ask for it by name. Use the gutter words, please. Nothing excites me more than to hear a lovely child like you spouting obscenities. Talk dirty for me, Miss Gaucin, and I suspect you'll soon get what you seem to hunger for."
"Your penis," she breathed. "I want your peter!"
"Go on."
"Dick, damn you ... prick, dong ... call it what you want to ... just put it in me! Before I go crazy! Your c-cock! There, are you satisfied? Your lovely hard cock! That's what I need! Put it in me ... please put your cock in me!"
"All right, I'll put my cock in you. Where shall I put it?" he drawled, backing his sex-slick fingers from her gaping pussy, then jabbing one up her butt. "Here? In your asshole?"
"Aargh!" she shrieked, bowing upward. "No ... Oh, God no!"
"Tell me where to put it, then," he hissed, ramming his finger in and out of her rubbery anal ring.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! In m-my cunny! That's w-where I need ittt!"
"That's what little girls call it, Felicia! I told you to talk dirty!"
"Ung! Aargh!" she gasped, her back arched and her body shuddering as she tried to squirm herself off his impaling finger. "My p-pussy ... put it in my pussy!"
"Your what?"
"My cunt ... ohhh ... damn you ... put your cock in my cunt!!!" she cried hoarsely.
"I think she wants to fuck, boys," Scarboro laughed as he pulled his finger from her pained anus with a little popping sound. "Turn her loose. I'm going to give her some cock."
Felicia rubbed her wrists and gasped for breath as she watched the horny man lower himself onto her. Her lust-glazed eyes stared up at his cruel face until she felt the rounded end of his masculine hardness wedging into her soft, swollen vulva. Then she blinked rapidly and sighed with longing, a tremor of anticipation washing through her. He sank the front of his bulging head into her slick split and paused. Felicia moaned. She gazed imploringly up at him, her eyes begging for the rest of his stiff organ.
"More?" he asked.
"More! Oh, yesss ... all of it!"
"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, you cock-hungry little bitch!"
She was raging with lust, so much that she didn't care what he called her. It was torture. She had to have relief. Accepting the verbal slap without so much as a blink of her slitted eyes, she flung her legs open and rocked her pelvis invitingly, rubbing her raw-nerved clit over the taut-skinned glans of his penis.
Scarboro slid his hands under her arms and locked his fingers over her shoulders. He gave her the glans and about an inch of turgid shaft.
"Yesss ... more ... oh, Jesus ... more!"
Instead of giving her more, he backed the little bit he had inserted from her.
"Please!" she squealed. "Give it to me! Put that big, sweet cock in me! I want it ... oh, God help me ... my cunt is on fire!"
"Okay, baby ... now!" Scarboro hissed, and with that he snapped his hips viciously.
As the fat dick bludgeoned its way into the moist heat of her sweat-damp belly, Felicia's mouth flew open and she sucked in her breath raggedly. His sperm-heavy nuts swung forward and slapped into the soft crack of her quivering butt. The spongy head of his inrushing rod banged against her womb, jarring her clear up to her teeth. The air rushed from her lungs in a shrill, piercing wail. She shuddered ecstatically and contracted the strong walls of her youthful vagina, squeezing down on the object she'd been begging for. Nothing in the world mattered to her except the pole of throbbing flesh on which she was skewered.
"You've got it!" he groaned. "You've got it every bit right up inside that hot little pussy of yours!"
"Yesss!" she rasped. "Oh, yessss!"
"Do you like it, Miss Gaucin? Tell me how it feels!"
"It f-feels won-der-fullll ... I love your cock!" she cried shamelessly. "Do it ... fuck me ... ohhh, fuck meee!"
He began screwing her, and not at all gently. Holding her by the shoulders, he hammered his blood-swollen dong into her squishy pussy with pile-driving thrusts. It was as if he wanted to punish her for what her father was doing.
But it wasn't punishment for Felicia. Once, just a few short days before, she'd been a prim young virgin who feared sex more than death itself. No longer. Recent events had taken their toll. Now she was ready for almost anything. The degrading physical stimulation had obliterated her remaining inhibitions. She loved the brutal fuck being thrown into her. Her brain was reeling. As he powered the meat to her, jolting her bodily and making the springs of the old bed sing a raspy song of frenzied passion, Felicia slipped further and further into a fit of masochistic bliss.
"Harder ... faster! Ohhhh ... oh, yesss! Give it to me, damn you! Ahhhh ... fuck meee!"
Suddenly he stopped all screwing motions. Just when she needed it the most, he withdrew his bloated pecker from her twitching elliptical hole.
"Put it back!" she shrieked, lifting her hips and searching for his peter, with her pussy snapping hungrily for more. "Don't stop now ... oh, God ... don't stop now!!!"
He slapped her. "Don't tell me what to do, you slut! I give the orders around here!" He rolled off her and flopped onto his back. "I've had all your pussy I want. I like to be first man in, and Buck beat me to you. Tell me, is your mouth still virgin?"
"What!"
"Have you sucked a cock yet?" Felicia was too stunned to do anything but shake her head no. Even though her insides were scorched with desire, she couldn't imagine herself doing such a vulgar thing.
"Good," he said, a lecherous smile playing over his face as he slipped his hand under her head. "Sit up, girl. That's it. Now bend over and lick my dick."
Her eyes grew to saucer-like proportions as she stared down at the sex-wetted column of flesh angling up from his coarse-haired pubis. She felt him pushing her head down toward the bulging purplish glans. It made her lightheaded just to look at it, but she realized with fascinated horror that she wanted to lick his prick.
When the tip of it was only scant inches from her trembling lips, she glanced up and saw the other two men watching her with leering smirks. It made her feel dirty and perverted to have them watching, but it excited her even more in a strange, unexplainable way. She didn't understand the change taking place inside her. It scared her.
"I c-can't do it!" she whimpered. "Please ... don't make me do this awful thing!"
Pressure was applied to the back of her head, and Felicia could hear Scarboro breathing harshly. "Look at her!" she heard Buckner whisper excitedly.
Jake Coons' nervous little laugh preceded his reply. "Yeah, looks like the little cunt's just dying for a taste of the Senator's cock!"
God help me! she thought, experiencing a flood of humiliation and a rush of incredible sensuality at the same time. I do want to taste it! Ohhh ... look at it! It's so big and hard, and all wet with my secretions! It's a beautiful cock ... and I'm dying to taste it! I can't help it!
Reeling with the intense thrill that absolutely nothing but total surrender to a blatant perversity can cause, Felicia allowed Scarboro to push her head down until the rounded end of his penile bulb pressed lewdly between her puffy, parted lips. She whimpered and shut her eyes. "Lick it!"
Her mind spinning with a melange of conflicting emotions, the passion-driven child extended her tongue timidly and ran its fluttery tip over the ball-like end of his slick stalk. The clear fluid oozing from his tiny slit was smeared all over the area where Felicia's hesitant tongue swiped.
Oh, nooh! she moaned inwardly, as the gelatinous male substance seeped over her tongue and into her taste buds. I like it! It tastes good ... and exciting! Oh, Lord ... what's the matter with me?
She had to touch it as well as taste it. Her small hand was shaking like a leaf when she brought it to his loins and wrapped her slender fingers around the bottom part of his secretion-coated dong.
"That's it, baby," Scarboro encouraged, removing his hand from the back of her head and leaving the wild-eyed girl on her own. "You know you want to suck it, so go ahead and do it."
Felicia raised up a little and stared down unblinkingly as she slid her gripping hand up and down full length of his glistening cunt-slick cock. She could hardly breathe, it excited her so. Licking her lips, she threw a glance at the other men and saw them stripping off their clothes. The realization that they all three were going to use her sexually brought a guttural groan of lewd anticipation up from the depths of her heaving chest. There was no fear in her. A delicious shiver ran up her arched spine as she realized how far down into the muck of carnality she'd fallen. But she was stuck. There was no way out. She didn't want out. Every pore in her body and cell in her brain was saturated with lust. She longed to wallow in the sordid things she knew they would force upon her.
She looked back at the immediate object of her lustful affection and squeezed its thick shaft, bringing another drop of the colorless male stuff oozing out the puckered little mouth at the tip of Scarboro's penis. Willingly, she lowered her head and let her eager tongue dart out and scoop up the pungent liquid. Her second taste of cock affected her even more than the first. There was no holding back then. Extending her pink organ, she licked in a tight circle all around the blood-engorged cockhead.
"Ohhh," she mewled, drawing her tongue back into her mouth and smacking her lips.
"Open your mouth, honey," Scarboro coaxed. "Take a suck on that fuckstick."
"Yesss," she moaned. "I want to suck it! More than anything!"
With the sound of coarse male laughter ringing in her burning ears, Felicia opened her mouth and lowered her head, forming her soft lips around the circumcision-scarred top of his stiff penile shaft. His entire purplish knob was inside her mouth. Felicia's tongue went wild. She clung to the base of his rod, whimpering with pleasured surrender as she lapped lasciviously at his sleek glans.
The heady aroma of aroused male groin filled her nostrils. The musky flavor of throbbing hot cock bombarded her delicate taste buds. Felicia wondered dimly if she was completely mad, because she couldn't help reveling in the gross perversity.
"Unnn," came her nasal sound of delectation as she used the tingling upper surface of her tongue like a sponge, swirling it around and around the flavorful dickhead, washing it clean of their mixed sexual juices.
No one had to tell the lust-racked young lady what to do. She recalled the sight of Amita's bobbing head and began copying the girl. The rest came to her by instinct. Fitting her soft lips tightly around the man's hard shaft, she let her head down slowly, taking inch after delicious inch of his tangy dong into the moist heat of her eager oral cavern. Only when the rubbery head probed into the silky lining at the back of her throat did Felicia stop her descent. She wouldn't have stopped then if it hadn't made her start to gag reflexively. Giving only a fraction of an inch, she paused with more than half of his sturdy lance in her mouth. She clamped her pink lips firmly around the pulsating white column of turgidity and sucked down hungrily on it.
"Aaah, aaah!" Scarboro sighed, his body trembling.
Felicia heard the man's sounds of pleasure, but she couldn't have cared less. She wasn't doing it for him. It didn't matter to her whether or not he enjoyed having her suck his scrumptious penis. She was sucking it because her burning passion drove her to it. Now that she had it in her mouth, she couldn't have stopped sucking it if her life had depended on it. It thrilled her to the core of her being. Having his big fat cock in her mouth was the filthiest thing her young mind could imagine, and she loved it. She was wallowing in the very perversity of the sordid act.
Back up his spit-slick stalk she sucked, her cheeks hollowing in around him and her puffy lips distending out salaciously, clinging jerkily to the gleaming tube of man-meat. She paused at the top, moaning through her nose as she licked the rounded end of his velvety bulb. Then she shivered with a stab of illicit pleasure and plunged her head downward again, engulfing the top four inches of his quivering prick.
She worked herself into a better position, on her hands and knees with her long black hair cascading down over his abdomen and balls, and began bobbing her head rhythmically at his loins. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," she chanted, as she sucked the top half of his blood-engorged dick rapaciously. The more she sucked, the better she liked it. Soon, her head was fairly flying up and down, her hair lashing him.
"Suck it!" Scarboro cried blissfully, humping up into her mouth. "Ohhh ... Jesus, that's good! You're one helluva cocksucker, baby!"
"Look at that pretty little breed gal, would you!" Buckner exclaimed. "She's going nuts over it!"
"Yeah," Coons drawled. "She's gobbling the hell out of Hub's knob."
Their lewd comments rang obscenely in Felicia's ears, and made her feel even more wanton. When one of them-she neither knew nor cared which-stepped up beside the bed and rammed two fingers up her cunt from behind, she only emitted a throaty sound of pleasure and went on sucking Scarboro's prong for all she was worth. Whoever it was left his fingers in her dribbling sex hole, wriggling them around and pumping them inside her weeping tunnel. The fingering doubled her already raging lust. Groaning around her mouthful of rock-hard peter, she plunged her head down at the same time Scarboro hunched up at her. The swollen head of his rod battered its way down into the ringed portion of her straining throat. By then, Felicia was over the urge to gag.
She didn't have the slightest inclination to recoil. Instead she maintained her downward motion, taking the bulging glans into her throat, thrilling as it swabbed deeper and deeper. His tufted coronal ridge popped rapidly and jerkily through one after another of the tight, yielding rings in her throat. Finally she had it all. She couldn't breathe, but that didn't matter. It gave her a tremendously wicked thrill when her soft, moist lips pressed bawdily into the mat of coarse hair surrounding the enlarged base of his throbbing pole.
A gurgling sound escaped through the snug connection of lips and pubic mound. It was almost too exciting for Felicia, what with the cock rammed clear down her willing throat and the two massaging fingers stuck palm-deep up her fluttering vagina. She shuddered and clenched her eyes shut, then began swallowing around the thick dick lodged in her throat.
"Christ!" Scarboro yelped, his entire body quaking with ecstasy as the rings in Felicia's warm throat rippled flutteringly back and forth over his twitching glans. It was more than he could stand. His balls snapped up against his groin and his prostate gland began spasming. "Ohhh ... ung, ung!"
Just then Felicia came up for air. The pulsating glans was barely out of her throat, with Felicia sucking much-needed air in through her passion-flared nostrils, when the first massive squirt of the man's load gushed from his prick's expanded eye. Some of the thick cream coated her tonsils, but most of it trickled warmly down her dilated throat.
Felicia gulped reflexively, swallowing the first and largest jet of semen automatically, just as the second stream of his viscous jizz washed over her tongue. He's coming! Oh, Good Lord ... he's shooting it right into my mouth! the lust-crazed girl thought with a mixture of horror and lewd excitement. But she didn't try to prevent it. She'd had a taste of his stuff before she realized what was happening, and was shocked to discover the pleasure it gave her to take it.
There was no way the girl's mouth could have been pried off Scarboro's ballooning cockhead. In her present state of mind, she wanted him to shoot every bit of it into her mouth, to degrade her further by treating her in such a whorish manner. She joined in the sexual conspiracy against her by sucking his sperm-spewing dong ravenously and and gulping down the glutinous squirts of his hot, white cum as fast as he spiraled it into her greedy mouth.
The pungent taste of male fuck juice was pleasing to Felicia. It had an acrid flavor, yet she found a certain bittersweetness in it, too. Whimpering and moaning, she sucked so hard her cheeks sank inward and quivered like a nursing baby's. Her lips worked fish-like at the rear of his flared crown, and her tongue whipped the fountain-like tip as it sprayed torrents of the steaming prostatic fluid into her.
Scarboro had quite a load built up, but Felicia was determined to drink him dry. She didn't want to lose a drop of the ambrosial nectar, because each jet of it tasted sweeter than the last. She let it build up in her mouth and swished her tongue through it. In her feverish excitement, she forgot to swallow. Waves of the foamy white cum washed out over her puffed lips. A thick, gluey string hung swaying from her lower hp. As she gulped down the bulk still in her mouth, the white string swung against her chin and stuck there.
She lost no more of it, though, and when she'd drained his limbering cock of its last reluctant drops, she lifted her head and moaned soulfully as her tongue swept out and licked the coating of cum from her tremulous lips.
"Can I fuck her now, Hub?" Jake Coons asked excitedly, pulling his fingers from her dripping hole and grasping her by her hips.
"In the cunt," Scarboro gasped between huffing breaths. "Pull her back and give it to her like the bitch she is ... dog fashion!"
"Ohhh," Felicia moaned as she felt Coons' large hands dragging her across the mattress. She was so caught up in blazing lust that she offered no protest when the big man spread her thighs. Her arms buckled. She found herself on her knees and elbows, looking down between her pendulous breasts along her torso at his hairy thighs and swaying testicles, watching with rapt attention as he brought the huge, plum-like head of his nine-inch dick toward her pouting sex opening. Her eyes grew wide with anticipation as she saw it parting her slippery, distended vulval folds. A terrific thrill rippled through her as the knob-like glans separated her swollen flesh and slipped into her up to its mushrooming coronal ridge.
"God, she's tight!" Coons exclaimed, his fingers biting into her waist as he held her immobile and pushed for entrance.
"Ohh, ohh, ohhh!" Felicia panted. Her face contorted with a grimace of both pleasure and pain. The dong forcing into her snug passage was much larger than the other three which had been there. It felt as if it were splitting her apart. His enormous bulb had her inner labia tautly stretched, with the largest part yet to enter her.
A tremor racked her feverish body. She made her small hands into fists and clenched her eyes shut, crying, "It's too big ... oh, God ... I can't take ittt!!!"
"Make her scream," Buckner urged, gripping his peter as he took in the spectacle with sadistic glee. "Sock it to her, Jake!"
"Fuck her!" Scarboro hissed, his deflated penis beginning to rise again already. "Slam into her, man! If she rips, then let her rip!"
"Shit ... oh, shit!" Coons groaned, wrapping his fingers around her waist and tensing for the assault.
"Nooh! Oh, please ... please!" Felicia whined, torn by her raging desire and the fear of being ruined forever. The tormented child had no choice in the matter, however. Coons held her quaking form in position and lunged into her from behind. A searing pain shot through her when her inner cunt lips yielded to his forceful thrust and popped snappingly over the rim of his flared crown. There was no tearing, no blood, but Felicia felt as if she'd been rent asunder. She flung her head up and back onto her shaking shoulders, venting her anguish with an earsplitting, "Argh!"
One scream was all she could manage, because the gigantic cock reaming deep into her heaving belly took her breath away. It was nearly as thick as her wrist. The girth of it stretched her elastic sheath like a too-small rubber glove. Once the glans was inside her vagina, the burst of sharp pain ended abruptly, leaving only a dull throbbing and a sensation of being dilated to the limit.
Felicia sucked in her breath raggedly, shuddering with masochistic bliss as inch after incredible inch of Coons' long, fat dick rushed in through the gripping, hair-ringed slit of her sopping wet pussy. His satiny knob thumped jarringly against her hypersensitive cervix and shoved her womb higher up into her belly.
"Ah ... ah ... ah!" she croaked, letting her head fall limply back down to the bed. She thought he would never get it all into her. It felt like the head of it was reaching clear up to her titties when finally his belly flattened against the quaking cheeks of her resilient ass and his walnut-size nuts swung forward and thudded against her lower abdomen. "God! Oh, dear God ... ohhh!!!"
"Lord love a duck!" Coons husked, grinding his coarse-haired pubic mound into the moist crack of Felicia's squirming butt. "That's the tightest, hottest little snatch I ever dipped my wick into! Goddamn ... is she ever good!"
"Ohhh ... oh, Mister Coons!" Felicia cooed.
"You like it now that it's in you, huh, baby?" Jake Coons asked pridefully. He contracted his sexual muscles and throbbed the head of his huge stalk right against the mouth of the impaled girl's twitching womb.
"Yesss!" she squealed unashamedly, pushing back at him and rocking her upthrust fanny. "It's so big ... and ... and I love it!"
Coons leaned over her like a dog on a bitch, pressing his hairy chest to her sweat-damp back and reaching under her. He grasped her dangling tits like handles and squeezed them in his ham-like hands. "Tell me to fuck you," he whispered vulgarly into her ear.
"F-Fuck me!" came her instant reply, and she reached down to her crotch, cradling his sperm-heavy balls in the palm of her shaky hand, enclosing them eagerly with her slender fingers. "Do it ... oh, do it!"
The farm foreman backed seven and a half of his nine inches out of the whimpering girl. Felicia's arm wasn't long enough. She lost her grip on his hairy nut-sac. It didn't matter. Just as his balls slipped from her trembling fingers, he tugged her breasts and sank the full length of his sturdy lance back into her fluttering vagina.
"Ohhh!" she groaned when he hit bottom for the second time, the rounded end of his rod flipping her supersensitive cervix as his testes arced forward and kissed into the dark triangle above her cock-filled twat. "Oh, yesss!"
He withdrew again, pausing with only his blood-enlarged dick-head inside the tautly stretched ring of her steaming vaginal opening. Then he thrust in to the very hilt and kneaded her spongy tits while he rotated his hips with his stomach pressed flat against her soft buttocks.
It was exquisite, the way his fat dick stirred her intestines. Felicia heaved a guttural groan and shuddered all over. His sleek cockhead kept flipping maddeningly back and forth over the tiny mouth of her womb. She thought she was going to expire, it was so fantastically good.
"Oh, God ... God!!!" she cried huskily, bowing her back and bringing her fiery red pleasure button into spine-tingling contact with the gristly, coarse-haired base of his fully inserted prong.
Coons increased his efforts, tugging her tits and grinding furiously against her rolling, shivering buttocks, batting her throbbing clitoris about and massaging her insides with the velvety head of his thick organ.
Pleasure rolled over her in great scalding sheets. It was entirely too intense for the inexperienced girl to take without exploding. Her cock-stuffed vagina began spasming rhythmically. Her displaced womb started jerking convulsively. Her asshole winked spasmodically. A tremor of earthquake force rattled her bones. Her belly felt like a house being gutted by a roaring fire. Felicia's lovely body shuddered and shook.
She threw back her head, her face barely recognizable, contorted as it was by ecstasy, and screamed shrilly, so intense was her orgasm.
The mind-blowing climax knocked her elbows from under her. She slumped to the mattress, her ass sticking high in the air, with her shoulders and face pressed into the bed. She lay that way, sobbing brokenly, twitching and jerking, as the hulking man began fucking into her vulnerable fluttering pussy.
He held to the blubbering girl's curvy hips now, rocking her back toward him as he thrust the full length of his bloated pecker into her quivering, defenseless body, pushing her away as he withdrew, only to ram it into her again and again.
"Ohhh ... ahhh," Felicia groaned hoarsely each time he planted his taproot member balls-deep into her softly rippling belly.
Despite the intensity of her orgasm, Felicia found herself even more sex-hungry than before. The incessant jabbing of Coons' large penis caught her passion while she was still in the final throes of her delirious come and fanned it back to life before she had a chance to catch her breath.
Her lips drew back over her teeth. She struggled up onto her elbows and looked back at the absurd sight of his huge, sex-wetted pole skewering in and out of her raw, spread-to-the-limit hole. Her glassy eyes refused to believe anything that big could actually be embedded into her tiny pink crevice. But it was. She was taking every bit of it many times per minute, and loving it more than life itself. There was no other reality for the lust-crazed young girl, no truth beyond the soul-searing pleasure of being impaled so rapidly and thoroughly by that ungodly sweet horsecock.
Felicia groaned deep in her throat and began thrusting her butt back to meet his inrushing dong. She couldn't help it. It was as if some ravenous female animal had emerged from the murky catacombs of her mind and taken possession of her body and soul. She had to help him fuck her. Every screaming nerve in her flushed body telegraphed the message of Fuck, fuck, fuck, to her passion-dulled brain, and she echoed it hissingly through her clenched teeth, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Listen to that little pepper belly, would you!" Buckner exclaimed. "Hurry up, Jake!"
"Wait your turn, Buck," Scarboro warned, as the youngest of the three kidnapers approached the bed stroking his rampant peter. "I've got something in mind I think you'll like."
"Fuck!" Felicia rasped throatily, rocking on her knees as she watched the fascinating sight of her inflamed labia sucking out around the glistening, wrist-thick shaft and sinking back with it. "Give it to meee! Oh, yesss, yesss!"
The force of Coons' frenzied screwing motions made the old bed rock sideways like a dinghy at sea. Felicia would have fallen off if he hadn't been holding her by the hips. The springs snapped and craked. There was a squishing sound each time he hunched his enormous pecker into her copiously secreting snatch, followed immediately by a distinct smacking noise when his sweaty abdomen slapped against the quivering cheeks of her bouncy bottom and flattened her soft buttocks.
"Harder!" she cried. "Faster! Ohhh ... I love your cock! It's so big ... and hard ... and ... oh, it's wonderful!"
The preliminaries were over, and the big man go down to some serious fucking. He locked his fingers over her sweat-slick hips and pumped her entire body back and forth as he pistoned his turgid prick into her with long, forceful thrusts.
It had gone on for less than a minute when Felicia made a gurgling sound in her throat and shouted pantingly, "All day! Ohhh ... you darling man! Fuck me all day long! Never stop! Slam it ... rip me ... tear me ... ahhh ... fuck me to death! Lord, Lord, Lord ... I c-can't breathe! Harder ... harder!!!"
Coons was more than willing to comply with the lust-lost girl's request, but it was a physical impossibility. Her cunt was too hot and sweet. Already his nuts were drawing up tight against his body in orgasmic readiness, and his sperm was boiling like a witch's cauldron. He threw a final flurry of hard, frantic jabs into her, each one shorter than the one preceding it, then rammed in till his tight nuts covered her throbbing, elongated clit and let his pressurized load gush into the depths of her straining belly.
"Baby!" he croaked, his organ expanding and contracting as it blew stream after viscous stream of his pent-up semen into her. "Ung ... unnn ... God!!!"
"Not yet!" Felicia wailed, thrilling to the sensations the hot, thick cream ricocheting around inside her afforded but getting no relief from it herself. "I'm not ready! Goddamn you ... I'm not ready!!!"
The big man grunted blissfully and held her in place, leaving his twitching dong stuck into the moist heat of her body until he'd pumped her snug vagina so full of sperm it was overflowing and trickling down her thighs, as well as seeping into her raven triangle and plastering some of the soft curls to her puffy mons.
"You dirty sonofabitch!" she shouted at Coons when he shoved her forward and off his dwindling organ. "What kind of bastard are you, you shithead? You get me all ready to fuck, then you shoot your wad and push me away! You damned, motherfucking prick ... I want to fuck! Oh, Lord in heaven ... I'm dying for cock!!!"
The men were momentarily stunned by Felicia's outburst, but she herself was totally unaware of uttering the words she'd only heard and seen before that demented moment. Her conscious mind was in a state of shock, and had receded into total inactivity, leaving her to function on only the pleasure-seeking portion of her mind.
"You've got another hard-on!" Felicia squealed, crawling to Scarboro when she spotted his erection. She grasped it in one hand and his lax testicles in the other, then lowered her head and began licking insanely all over his balls and cock. "Please, Senator ... fuck me ... I need it ... oh, God, I need it so bad! Put it in me! I'll do anything ... if you'll only put out this terrible fire before it burns me to a cinder!"
"Lick my asshole," he chuckled, lifting his knees to his chest and spreading his buttocks with his fingers. "Then maybe I'll let Buck fuck you. Would you like to have Buck's cock again?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, extending her tongue and licking into the hairy, musky crack of his ass without a second's hesitation. She found the crinkled hole of his anus and licked it eagerly. There was even a new and unexpected burst of pleasure in it for her. She went further than he asked, and stuck the tip of her tongue into his brown ring before she flopped onto her back and threw open her legs, moaning, "Now ... fuck me now ... come on, Buck ... give me that sweet dick ... hurry ... fuck meee!"
Buck was ready to leap on her and give her all he had, but Scarboro wouldn't go for it. He got off the bed, and pulled the lust-crazed girl with him. "Lie down in the center of the bed, Buck. You had to fuck Miss Gaucin the first time ... now it's her turn to do the work."
"Yeah," Buck said with a lewd grin, and followed his instructions. "Come on, breed gal! Here it is waiting for you! Swing into the saddle and settle right down on this horn!"
"Do you know what to do?" Scarboro asked.
Felicia licked her lips as she nodded her head, recalling the sight of Amita and Ernesto doing it that way. She inched toward the bed, and when Scarboro let go of her wrist she clambered onto it and swung willingly astride the loins of the man who'd raped her. On her knees, she grasped his upthrust pecker in her hand and bent it till the weeping head was in position below her hovering, sperm-dripping pussy. Testingly, she descended till she made the purplish glans disappear into her sopping cleft. Then she emitted a strangled, animal-like cry and plummeted downward, impaling herself on the irresistible column of Buck's throbbing penis.
"Ohhh ... oh, God!" she moaned when she had it all up inside her rippling belly, her cum-streaked mons pressed snugly into his pubic thatch. She rotated her hips and shuddered with bliss.
"Ride it!" Scarboro ordered.
"Yes!" Felicia yelped, and began bouncing up and down on Buck's dong, skimming her blood-engorged cunt lips thrillingly over the entire length of his penile shaft. "Ohhh ... I love it ... love it!"
"Sure you do, honey," Buckner gloated, reaching up and tweaking the tumid tips of her distended nipples as her flopping tits passed his poised hands at the top of her rhythmic climb. "It was the first cock you had. You'll always love it!"
Felicia wasn't permitted to attain the orgasm she so desperately craved just yet, however. She'd climbed up and slid down Buck's pole less than two dozen times when Scarboro walked up behind her on his knees and pushed her down till her soft tits were mashed flat against Buck's muscular chest.
"W-What are y-you doing?" she wailed. Then Buck kissed her, and she couldn't speak with his tongue in her mouth. She began sucking it hungrily and rubbing the beet-red tip of her throbbing clitoris rapidly back and forth across the uneven top of his rock-hard cockbase, mewling into his mouth and wondering why Scarboro was spreading her buttocks apart with his fingers.
The nearly delirious child didn't have long to ponder the reason for his strange action though. Soon, she realized with shocking horror exactly what the perverted man was up to.
"Nooh! Ohhh ... oh, please ... not that!" she begged, as she felt his hot knob wedging into the impossibly tight ring of her rectum.
But there was nothing she could do to prevent him having his evil way, what with Scarboro and Buckner both holding her down and forcing her to submit to the offensive act.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted gaspingly, as she felt the sleek bulb worming its way into her tiny puckered orifice. There was a sensation of brutal inward pressure, then another of stretching, followed by a spine-wrenching burst of red-hot pain when her rubbery little anus yielded enough and the bulging cockhead lurched into her butt.
Scarboro groaned with pleasure as he sank his granite-like prick all the way into the heat of her dark tunnel. "Oh, Christ," he sighed, when he'd penetrated her canal to the very hilt. He paused to let his pulsating dong soak in her bowels, savoring the sight of her quaking body and the sounds of her piteous sobs almost as much as the heartbeat rhythm of her dilated asshole snapping at the base of his shaft. "I'll tell you, boys," he crooned. "There's nothing in this whole goddamned world to compare with the exquisite pleasure of fucking a young girl's virgin asshole! Felicia, baby, this almost makes up for all the trouble your old man has caused me. Grit your teeth, hot ass, because this is going to hurt you. Scream to your heart's content. I dearly love the sound!"
He backed his brown-tinged shaft slowly out of her gripping rectum, then rammed it back in balls-deep. Much to everyone's surprise, Felicia heaved a guttural groan instead of screaming bloody murder. He pumped her again, with the same result, only this time her groan trailed off into a sigh of unmistakable pleasure.
"You like it, don't you?" he gasped.
"Yesss!" she sobbed.
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!" Scarboro laughed, leaning over her and kissing the side of her rapturous face. "I expected it to grow on you, but not this fast! You're a real delight, baby ... damned if you're not!"
"Shut up," Felicia breathed. "Shut up and fuck me!"
"I can't help ittt!" she puled, clenching down her inner muscles and giving both cocks a harsh squeeze.
"Jake," Scarboro said as he began fucking into her shit chute with long, forceful thrusts, "I think the little lady would take kindly to it if you'd hop on the bed with us and let her give you a blowjob while Buck and I double fuck her. How about it, Felicia? Want to suck off that big joystick of Jake's?"
"Aaaah ... ahhhh," she sighed, receiving a tremendous thrill as the two dicks began working in her at the same time. She whimpered and shuddered, and when Coons brushed his spermy hot plum against her parted lips, Felicia opened her mouth and welcomed it with her eager tongue.
She licked lovingly at his big dick as he fed it into her mouth. "Wrap them hot lips around it, baby," she heard Coons say, and she did it willingly, gladly. "Be a nice little cocksucker. Don't let me feel your teeth, and I'll give you a big drink of old Doc Coons' two-ball root compound." The promise only whetted her appetite, because she yearned for him to shoot off in her mouth and let her drink every drop of his cum. She opened her mouth wide, so as not to scrape his scrumptious pecker with the sharp edges of her teeth, and began bobbing her head and sucking voraciously for her creamy reward.
Having three cocks in her at the same time plunged Felicia deeper yet into her incredible fit of lust. There wasn't a trace of an inhibition left in her. For a moment or so she was content to lie still and suck the big delicious stalk sliding in and out of her puffy, distended lips while Scarboro pistoned his thrilling prong in and out of her erogenous asshole and rocked her cunt blissfully on Buck's throbbing rod.
Soon, however, that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her ravenous sexual hunger. She began working the muscles in her back and stomach, throwing her itchy butthole back to Scarboro and hunching her throbbing pussy to Buck. Next she put the muscles in her neck to work and started bobbing her head on Coon's fat dick, letting his huge glans probe the upper regions of her graceful throat.
The longer the three-way orgy lasted the more frantic Felicia became. Toward the end, when she could feel her longed-for orgasm thundering around in her steaming, cock-crammed loins, she bucked and groaned insanely. Sweat rolled off her straining body as she thrashed wildly between two throbbing dicks and sucked the third as if her very life depended on it.
Finally the blessed relief she needed so desperately arrived. Her womb convulsed and her vagina clamped down harshly on Buck's stalk. Her asshole gripped spasmodically at Scarboro's prick. She groaned mournfully around her mouthful of twitching cock as a great dam of orgasmic pleasure burst deep in her blood-congested loins and flooded her entire being with wave after wave of unbelievably intense, boiling hot ecstasy.
Her cunt and asshole sucked the sperm right up from both men's balls. Their semen erupted into her front and rear holes like white lava from rumbling volcanoes of flesh, inundating her with squirts of liquid fire which only added to her already agonizing bliss. Then Coons' enormous penis started gushing torrents of steaming, pungent cum into her sucking mouth, and Felicia's throat worked spasmodically as she drank him dry.
The men withdrew from her one by one. Scarboro first, his retreating cock effecting a soft popping sound as it left her winking anus. Then Coons, with a lascivious slurp filling the air when his spongy glans slipped from the girl's trembling, sucking lips. Last to withdraw was Buck, who rolled Felicia over before he backed his rod out of her fluttering pussy to the tune of a squishy sucking noise.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh," the limply sprawled, thoroughly screwed young girl chanted mindlessly as she licked her spermy lips and ran her trembling fingers over both of her cum-oozing lower holes.
CHAPTER NINE
It was about ten that same morning when Hubert Scarboro and his farm foreman Jake Coons, having left Buck at the isolated shack to guard Felicia, returned to the main part of the large farm. Scarboro sent Coons to fetch Merv Gaucin, and went into his business office to wait.
"We've got your girl, Gaucin," Scarboro said without mincing words the instant Merv was ushered into the office by the hulking foreman. "You might say we kidnaped her."
"I don't believe you," Merv blinked, a lump rising into his throat. "You wouldn't dare!"
Scarboro went on as if Merv hadn't spoken. "Of course, no one had laid a hand on her yet," he lied. "We will though, Gaucin. Unless you pack up and clear out of here, that pretty little daughter of yours is going to get a lot more sexing than that rape she tried to put on Buck. She'll get it every way in the book, I guarantee."
"You sonofabitch," Merv said coldly, shaking with rage. "If you harm my daughter, I'll see you in prison!"
"No need to get all upset," Scarboro said with a smug grin. "No harm will come to the child ... if you'll give up this foolish notion of yours to write those articles exposing me ... for what, I'm sure I don't know, though I don't want the bad publicity your lies would cause. Is it a deal? Felicia for your silence?"
"No deal!" Merv hissed. "I won't stand for this, and neither will Elon! I don't believe you've got Felicia, but if you have, you'd better deliver her to me unharmed by noon. Otherwise, I'll get in touch with Elon and produce will rot in the fields all over this county! You bastards are through oppressing people, and you'd damned well better do an abrupt turnabout!"
"You're the one who'd better do a turnabout, Gaucin!" Scarboro barked. "Your Chicano buddy broke in here last night and tried to steal our books. I heard he got drunk after we ran him off. I heard he ran off the road and burned to death in his pickup! Now, you can stick your threat of a boycott up your ass ... because I'm holding the trump card in this stupid game! I've got your kid, and if you expect to get her back in one piece, you'll do exactly what I say! Do you understand me?"
Merv gulped. There was no way he could be sure whether or not he was being bluffed. Deciding a temporary retreat was in order, he said, "Let me think about it."
"Let you check to see if you can find your kid or Martinez, is what you mean," Scarboro slurred. "All right. Go ahead and look for them. I'll give you the same deadline you tried to hand me. You've got till noon, Gaucin. I'll accept a written statement from you then, saying that you investigated me thoroughly and found everything totally satisfactory and aboveboard. If I don't get it, you'll never see that kid of yours again! Now get out of here! It makes me sick to look at you!"
Asking around among the farm workers got Merv nowhere. None of them had seen Felicia, Ernesto or Elon that day. Merv began to sweat, and it had nothing to do with the heat.
It was a little more than two miles from Scarboro's to the camp where Merv's pickup was parked. He ran the entire distance as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping against hope he would find Felicia in the cabin. He kept noticing bits of white cloth every now and then on the highway and in the roadside weeds but he was too worried about his daughter's safety to pay them any attention.
Heaving for breath, he charged into the cabin and felt his heart catch. The overturned bunk and pool of dried blood made an icicle of his spine. "Oh, no!" he groaned, and sat down on Felicia's empty bunk shaking his head.
His fatherly instincts told him to give in to Scarboro for Felicia's sake, while his duty as a reporter and his sense of long range justice pulled him in the opposite direction. It took him several minutes to decide his course of action. He got up, kicked angrily at a white piece of cloth on the floor as he passed it and stamped from the cabin.
Ten dollars got him five minutes of privacy with the pay phone in the shoddy little grocery store run by the camp supervisor's dowdy, price-gouging wife. Since the sheriff couldn't be trusted, there was only one other agency to turn to. He dialed the state police and told them that Scarboro had kidnaped his daughter and was holding her hostage.
The sergeant at the other end of the line forgot his phone etiquette. "What the hell kind of crank are you, mister?" he barked, and slammed down the phone.
Merv dialed again. "I'm not a crank. Listen to me, damn you! I'm a reporter for the Albuquerque Gazette. My name is Merv Gaucin. I've been assigned to write a story about Scarboro's sweatshop farm operation, as well as a personal profile revealing incongruities in the man himself. He's planning to run for governor. It'll set our state back years if he gets elected. It's my job to dig out the facts about him and present them to the public. I've uncovered enough to shake him up plenty. He did kidnap my daughter! He's holding her, I don't know where, threatening to sexually molest her or maybe even kill her if I don't give a written clean bill of affairs concerning him and his farm, and agree to forget the story I've been sent to do on him. You've got to believe me! My daughter's life is in danger!"
"A state senator? Involved in a kidnaping? You're crazy, buddy! Either that or you're putting me on!"
"I'm not!" Merv shouted into the phone. "I'm a reporter! And I'd damned well better get the help I need from you, or my next assignment will be writing an expose of the state police in general and your office in particular!"
"The lieutenant's out at the moment," the state trooper said guardedly. "Give me your number. I'll have him call you."
"I'm at a pay phone," Merv said disgustedly. "You tell the lieutenant to bring some men and get his ass out to the Scarboro farm ... on the double!"
Merv slammed down the phone and hurried from the shoddy little store, heading toward his pickup with the intention of driving to Elon Martinez' house. Felicia and the Armijo youth had obviously put up a struggle before they'd been taken from the cabin. They were gone, no doubt about that, and Merv had no idea where to even begin looking for his daughter.
Elon knows every inch of this county, Merv thought as he strode purposefully through the workers' camp. Scarboro had to be bluffing. The bastard wouldn't dare murder a Chicano leader. He'd be biting off more than even he could chew. Have I backed Scarboro against a wall to that extent? I've got to go see! Eton's got to be alive ... and I've got to have his help, or else throw in the towel and give Scarboro the equivalent of an endorsement for his bid to run for governor. I can't do that! It'll appear as if the paper itself is behind him! Good Lord, what a mess this thing is turning into! Felicia, honey, Daddy's sorry he made you come along! I just pray to God I'll be able to tell you that!
Merv opened the door to his old pickup and stuck his hand far under the seat before he got in. He brought out an object wrapped in newspapers and tied with string. He broke the string and flung it away, then began peeling off sheets of newsprint. He checked the cylinder of his .38 revolver, just to be sure no one had removed the cartridges, then snapped it shut and stuck it in his belt as he climbed into the truck. He had hoped he wouldn't have had to use it. But he could, and he would, if forced to.
As he was driving from the camp, he noticed a couple of white pieces of cloth, and he remembered having seen more like them on the highway. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes and turned the pickup around. He drove back and slid to a stop in front of the cabin assigned him and his daughter. He leaped from the cab of the truck and ran into the cabin, snatched up the larger piece of white cloth off the floor and saw his laundry mark on it. Immediately he recognized it as the tail of one of his old white shirts which Felicia had been wearing to work in the fields.
His heart quickened as it dawned on him that Felicia might have deliberately torn off and thrown those bits of white shirt material. His hope of saving his daughter and his estimation of her soared, and he sprang into action, forgetting all about Elon and the state police, whom he could only hope would come to his aid.
The trail of white shirt fragments wasn't too difficult to follow if he drove slowly and kept his eyes peeled for them. He followed them until they ran out, and stopped nearly a mile down the highway from the last one he'd seen.
Fearing that she'd run out of shirt or been caught leaving a trail and made to stop, Merv turned around and drove back to the last white splotch he'd spotted. He stopped the pickup, got out and scratched his head as he scanned the area. Then he saw the dirt road leading off the highway, which he'd failed to notice before as a result of keeping his eyes on the lookout for shirt bits. Just a few yards off the pavement, he observed that the sun was glinting off a metallic object lying in the center of the dirt road.
Back into the truck he leaped, and roared down to the dirt road. Again he stopped and got out. He picked his daughter's crucifix up out of the dust and gritted his teeth. This time when he climbed back into the pickup, he pulled his revolver from his belt and laid it on the seat beside him.
The trail of tiny white pieces of cloth led him to within sight of an old cabin. There were no other roads leading away from it. It looked deserted, but fresh tire tracks led up to it and back away again.
Merv parked his pickup out of sight as best he could, behind a knoll, and with pistol in hand approached the cabin as quietly and inconspicuously as high noon under a glaring New Mexico sun would permit.
He needn't have worried about being observed, however. A rhythmic squeaking noise was drifting out through an open window. As Merv drew nearer, his pistol cocked and ready, he could detect a sound he'd heard years before-male grunts and female sighs. Now, as then, it gripped his guts. He slipped up to the window and peeked inside, only to view a sight similar to the one which had caused him to seriously doubt his masculinity ever since he'd caught Felicia's mother with her first lover. Now it was Felicia instead of her mother, only the act the girl was engaged in was worse.
There on the bed, nude and flat on her back, was Merv's sixteen-year-old child, whom he'd tried to protect all her life. Buck Buckner was also naked, sitting astride Felicia's light olive-skinned body, holding her head up with his fingers clasped behind it. Felicia herself was squeezing her lovely young breasts snugly around his penis, while Buckner fucked between them and ran the head of his cock in and out of her willingly sucking mouth.
For a moment, Merv was too stunned to move. His mouth hung open as he stared incredulously at the illicit tableau. And despite his horror and shock, his rarely used dick sprang up throbbing and aching.
Cursing himself mentally, as well as the man for forcing his girl to blow him, Merv lifted the pistol in his shaky hand and aimed it right at Buckner's head. He began squeezing down on the trigger.
Not in cold blood! he groaned inwardly. I can't do it ... much as I'd like to!
Merv eased off the trigger, lowered the revolver and stepped away from the window. He went around to the front of the cabin and stopped a few paces from the porch. Intending to lure Buckner out and capture him for the authorities, he reached down and picked up a rock, which he hurled against the cabin's only door. Just to be sure to arouse the man's interest, he sent a second rock sailing after the first.
Seconds later the cabin door swung open and Buckner charged out, but he was armed with a shotgun and appeared ready to use it. The naked young man snarled his anger and lifted the gun to fire, aiming for Merv's chest.
In self-defense, Merv dove for the ground and squeezed off one round. It caught Buckner in the left shoulder and dropped him to his knees. The shotgun clattered onto the board porch just as Merv impulsively squeezed the trigger a second time and made an obscene hole in the middle of the felled man's forehead. Merv squeezed off two more rounds as Buckner slumped to the ground, and two more after he lay limp and lifeless. He couldn't stop firing until he'd emptied the cylinder.
Merv Gaucin hadn't killed a man since Korea. He'd hated having to do it then. It was different now. He felt good as he got up brushing the dust off his shirt and pants. Sticking the empty pistol into his hip pocket, he walked to the porch, stepped over Buckner's body and entered the cabin to find his bare-assed daughter cringing fearfully on the bed of her shame.
"Get dressed Felicia," he said, his voice cracking a little. He couldn't help letting his gaze play over her nakedness, and he couldn't help thinking what a beautiful, desirable young woman she'd become. "I'm taking you home."
"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy!" she cried, leaping off the bed and rushing to him. She threw her arms around her father and pressed her soft body tightly against him, sobbing, "It was awful! They ... they made me ... do all kinds of ... "
Awkwardly Merv put his arms around his shuddering, nude little girl and tried to comfort her. "It's over now, sweetie. I'm sorry I brought you along ... but it's all over now. I'll take you home today, I promise. Oh, God, Felicia ... forgive me for exposing you to this! I didn't know! I never dreamed anything like this would happen!"
"I love you, Daddy!" she bleated.
"Yes, Felicia ... yes, sweetie ... and I love you, too ... more than anything in the world!"
"Hold me! Hug me tight, Daddy!"
They stood, embracing, with Felicia crying and Merv gritting his teeth. When she got herself partly under control, she realized with somewhat of a shock that her father had a tremendous hard-on. It threw her. She didn't know what, if anything, to do or say about his obvious condition. But it felt good pressing against her belly through his clothes, and she didn't have the slightest inclination to pull away.
Buck had been toying with her sexually for nearly an hour, teasing her and egging her on. He'd aroused her sensual young body and incited her lust to a feverish pitch, but had torturously withheld relief from her. Felicia had been ready to climb the walls before her father arrived. She craved sex, and now that Merv was holding her in his arms and she could feel his throbbing dick pressing against her belly, it didn't seem to matter that he was her own father.
"Daddy," she cooed, rubbing against his thumping erection as she lifted her head and gazed up seductively at his tormented face. "How do you love me?"
"Why, ah ... the way I always have," came his nervous reply.
"I don't think so, Daddy. I think you love me differently now. You've got a nice hard-on. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Felicia!" Merv gasped, pushing her away and stepping back. "What a thing to say to your own father!"
Felicia closed the gap between them. Almost. She left enough room between their bodies to reach down and unzip her father's fly. Her bold action startled him so that she managed to reach inside his shorts and tug his stiff cock out through his open fly before he could stop her. Once she had his penis in her hot little hand, she dropped to her knees and engulfed more than half of it into her hot little mouth.
"Fe-Felicia!" the astonished man stammered, staring down in fascinated horror as his daughter began bobbing her head at his loins. "My God ... my God ... wh-what do you think you're doing?"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," came the throaty sound of the girl's pleasure wafting up to her father's disbelieving ears. Then she backed off his dick and breathed, "I'm sucking your sweet cock, Daddy! I like it ... really like it a lot! Shall I suck you all the way off, or would you rather fuck me?"
"You don't know what you're saying!" Merv whined.
"I'd rather you fuck me first. I want you to do it to me, Daddy. Oh, you can't believe how much I want you to! I'll get on the bed, and you hurry out of your clothes! Okay?"
Without waiting for an answer, she flung herself on the bed and began finger-fucking her juicy pink crevice. "Come on, Daddy! Hurry! I know you want to! You got a hard-on for me, didn't you?"
His mouth agape, Merv glanced guiltily down at his saliva-coated peter protruding from his fly.
Felicia sighed as she sank the full length of her middle finger into her hair-rimmed slot. A tremor rippled through Merv as he gawked at the lascivious display his daughter was putting on, for his benefit as much as hers. An emotion he'd long suppressed welled up inside him, refusing to be ignored any longer. With a sob of passion, he hurriedly stripped and in a matter of seconds he was naked, shaking with a turbulent lust as he walked toward the bed.
"Felicia!" he groaned, and flung himself between her wide-splayed legs. He kissed the child with open-mouthed urgency, ramming his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth when he lunged forward and penetrated her adorable little pussy with one swift jab. As she whimpered blissfully into his mouth and sucked his darting tongue, he threw a series of short, frantic thrusts into her. In short seconds he blew his pent-up load into the depths of her straining belly. This time, however, his passion didn't diminish, nor did his dong. But he was through screwing his daughter for the moment. Abruptly he backed his pulsating prick from the delightful little gash between her legs and began kissing his way rapidly down her well-proportioned body.
"Oh, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Love me!" she cried in her delirium of desire, running her fingers through his neat black hair, mussing it as she caressed his head.
Down her throat he kissed pantingly, and onto her chest. He captured the hard, brown berry of her left nipple with his encircling lips and sucked it into his mouth, laving the entire aureole with his flailing tongue.
"Ohhh," Felicia sighed, and cradled his head to her fleshy mound, shivers of pleasure rippling through her as he sucked her erectile cone hungrily. Then he moved to her right tit and gave it the same thrilling treatment. She pushed her spongy hillock deep into his greedy mouth and crooned, "I love you, Daddy ... so much!"
"My baby ... my darling little girl!" Merv exclaimed breathlessly while he kissed and licked eagerly down the smooth skin of her palpitating stomach. He drove the tip of his tongue into the little indentation of her puckered navel and swirled it around, then left a zigzag trail of saliva on down to the top of her pubic triangle.
"Daddy? Ohhh ... oh, my goodness!" Felicia gasped, feeling faint as her father licked right into the soft curls covering her puffed mons. When his hot tongue flicked the beet-red end of her elongated clitoris, a wave of scalding pleasure washed over her febrile groin. She sucked in her breath and held it, lifting her spinning head and staring in awe at what Merv was doing to her.
He spread the fluted folds of her swollen pussy with his fingers and licked clear in to the vibrating red tissue, spearing her sex-drenched elliptical hole with his long, exciting tongue. The spermy condition of her twitching little twat didn't faze him in the least. Gluing his lips to her blood-engorged labia, he moaned through his nose and started sucking the mixture of male and female secretions from her steaming vagina.
"Aaaaah ... ahhh!" she squealed, grabbing his head and holding his pleasure-giving mouth firmly against her slippery crotch. "Daddy! Ohhh ... oh, that's wild! Harder! Suck harder! I love it!"
Moaning soulfully, Merv thrust his hands under the girl and grasped the soft, squirming cheeks of her rounded bottom. He slithered his tongue into her copiously secreting sheath as far as it could go and licked in an abandoned circular motion at her fluttering cuntal walls. The fronts of his teeth grated against the inside of his upper lip as he wagged his head and bumped her fiery clit around.
Felicia's father sucked the goodness of her wholesome young cunt till the wildly aroused child couldn't stand the intense pleasure of it another second. She hunched her crotch at his face and pulled his hair, her tits waggling as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Tiny cries of sheer bliss rolled in a constant stream from her gaping mouth.
Realizing that her climax was imminent, Merv redoubled his oral efforts. He sucked harshly, drawing the distended folds of her vulval tissue into his mouth and nibbling them with his lip-covered teeth. Then he broke the vacuum of mouth and cunt and let her sex flesh spring rubber-like back where it belonged, after which he fucked her furiously with the entire length of his pistoning tongue.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she chanted hoarsely between great gasping breaths of air. "That's good ... so good!"
The throbbing nubble of her pleasure button was standing out boldly at the top of her quivering sex slit. It was bloated with blood, harder and larger than ever before. Merv formed his lips around her ultra-sensitive little shaft and sucked the raw-nerved organ into his mouth. The very end of her tiny girlcock was the most sensitive of all, and when he began scrubbing it with the roughened upper surface of his tongue, Felicia nearly went to pieces.
"Ohhh ... oh, God! God!" she screeched, bowing upward and flinging her head erratically as she tried to stuff her father's head into her hairy hole all the way up to his shoulders. It was too much. She couldn't bear the incredible pleasure it sent crashing through her. "Suck me, Daddy! Ohhh ... I'm going to ... to come! Ahhh ... now ... suck ... harder ... unnn ... coming ... coming ... aagghhh!!!"
Tremors of unadulterated pleasure racked her lovely young body. She sobbed brokenly and gave herself over to the blinding ecstasy of the climax. Though her orgasm lasted less than a minute, it seemed to the bucking, thrashing girl as if it would go on forever. When it was over, her skin shone wetly with perspiration and she felt completely wrung out. With the final spasms still making her arms and legs twitch about, she fell back limply.
"Oh, Daddy! Oh! That was wonderful!" she moaned, smiling up as he mounted her for the second time. "Are you going to fuck me again?"
Merv winced as if she'd slapped him, for indeed she had mentally. Her question penetrated his lust and slammed into his brain. Pausing with the bulging head of his rod resting in her yawning sex gash, he shut his eyes and wailed, "My God in heaven! What are we doing, Felicia? I'm your father!"
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered sultrily, knowing exactly what she was doing. She grasped him by the buttocks, lifting her quivery, slick pussy around his cock as she pulled it into her vagina right up to his balls. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck me long and hard and sweet and hot! I want you to! You're a wonderful man, Merv! I don't care if you are my father, because I love you this way, too!" To drive home her message, Felicia kissed him wetly, sticking her dainty little tongue all the way into his pussy-tasting mouth as she contracted the muscles in her groin and gripped his fully inserted dick lovingly with the strong, silky walls of her youthful vagina.
Heaving a groan of pleasured surrender, Merv began screwing his comely daughter with long, rhythmic strokes.
"Yes!" she breathed, her mouth covering his ear. "Do it, Daddy! Fuck me good, darling!" Then she snaked her pink tongue into her ear and began swirling it around wetly.
A sob escaped Merv's lips as he encircled her with his arms and let his hard chest mash her soft breasts into spongy pillows of flesh. He scooted his hands down and cupped her feverish buttocks, then began powering his pole into her, fucking his daughter like he hadn't fucked another woman since her mother, because for the first time in years he felt overwhelmingly masculine and confident.
"Mmm!" Felicia crooned, sliding her legs over her father's calves and starting to fuck with him. "You're really g-giving it ... to me!"
"It's insane," he muttered, his ass arcing steadily. "We'll probably despise ourselves later, but I can't help it now!"
"Don't help it!" she yelped. "Do it, darling!"
"I love you, Felicia," he moaned, his stiff dong sawing happily away in her juicy little slot. "I know I haven't shown it much, but I'd do anything for you!"
"You're showing ... it now!" she cried joyously, throwing her delighted pussy up to meet his inrushing prong as he hunched forcefully into her. "Oh, darling Daddy, you've got the sweetest cock in the whole world! I love it ... and you ... and we'll sleep together from now on ... and fuck all the time ... ahhh ... and it'll be good for us, Merv ... good, good, good!"
"My precious little girl!" he husked, stroking her bouncy butt as he pistoned his prick within the velvety cylinder of her fluttering sheath. "To hell with tomorrow! To hell with everything but now and us!"
"Yes, Daddy!" she puled, caressing the hairy globes of his rhythmically contracting buttocks. "Now you're talking! And fucking me so good!"
"I'll fuck the ass right off you, you adorable little darling! Jesus, but your pussy is good!"
"Fuck it!" she shrieked, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles over his humping rump. "Fuck my good pussy with your marvelous cock! Oh, Merv ... Daddy ... I'm so happy ... and I love you to pieces! Ohhh ... sweet dick ... sweet, sweet dick!"
"You like to fuck, do you?" he asked, slamming in nuts-deep and grinding into her, massaging her throbbing clit with the base of his rod and flicking the rubbery neck of her cervix with his taut-skinned glans. "How does this grab you, sweetie?"
"Right in the cunt!" she squealed with delight, arching her back and pressing down on his dick, mashing her pleasure button tighter against the uneven top of his cockbase. "Wow! Oh, shit, Daddy! I love to fuck ... don't you?"
"Mmm-hmmm! And never more than right this minute!" he panted, kissing peckingly over her face as he started slamming the meat to her again. "Shake that hot little ass, Felicia! Slam your delicious little snatch up to Daddy, baby!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, the muscles in her abdomen rippling wildly as they plunged headlong into the all-consuming bliss of uninhibited screwing.
"Stay with me, Felicia!" he rapsed, pulling out all the stops and fucking her as if there were no tomorrow. "Hunch it, baby! Fuck with Daddy! Ohhh ... oh, Christ! Yes! My daughter ... my own little girl! You're so goddamned sweet, Felicia! I could eat you up!"
"Later!" she hissed, spurring his ass with her heels to make him hit into her harder as she hammered her squishing twat up to him, not missing a stroke. "Later for ... eating! We'll suck each other off together! Fuck now ... unnn ... harder, Merv ... faster, darling ... oh, Daddy ... Daddy ... ahhh ... I'm about to come! Give it to ... me hard and fast! Push me! Hurry! You come, too, Daddy!"
"Let it go, baby!" he groaned, taking new strength from her passionate encouragement and increasing his efforts. "Don't hold back! I'll make it!"
Merv gave it all he had. He fucked into his writhing, whimpering daughter like a well-oiled machine operating at top speed.
"God! Oh, God!" Felicia sobbed. Her head lolled droopingly back and forth. The cords connecting her inner thighs to her groin stood out jerking and quivering as she pounded her heels into his furiously arcing buttocks. "Ready?"
"Yesss!" she shouted, and let her legs fall from around him. She slapped the soles of her feet against the mattress and began slamming it up to him.
The old bedsprings squeaked raspily as the two strove toward orgasm, working together in perfect synchronization. Their sweat-slick abdomens slapped together wetly as they pounded together. A continuous stream of tiny mewlings poured from Felicia's flung-open mouth, punctuated by Merv's grunts as he lunged into her with ever-shorter thrusts of pile-driving force. The smell of sweat and sexual secretions filled their flared nostrils.
"Now!" Merv croaked, and nearly drove her ass through the mattress with a final burst of incredibly fast, hard jabs.
"Now!" she echoed, her head rolling from side to side, her puffy lips drawn back over her perfect white teeth.
He rammed his twitching peter in to the hilt and began shaking all over.
Every nerve in Felicia's body screamed with the knowledge of her father's hot cockhead throbbing deep inside her heaving belly. Her vagina was already spasming with the onset of what promised to be her best come yet, when she heard his guttural groan of fulfillment start rumbling in his throat and felt the first wild jerk of his fully planted pecker.
"Shoot it, Daddy!" she squealed, just as the first hot stream of Merv's thick semen gushed from the expanded eye of his ballooning cockhead and spiraled into the deep end of her fluttering vagina. It thumped against her supersensitive cervix and ricocheted around in the moist depths of her rippling belly. "Yesss ... Oh, God yes ... shoot it ... hot and deep ... Come, Daddy ... come in meeee!!!"
"Unn ... ung ... unghhh!" was the best Merv could do for a verbal response, but via his expanding and contracting cock he gave his blissfully quaking daughter exactly what she was yelling for. He held in her to the hilt, his prostate gland pumping like mad as jet after creamy jet of his hot cum raced up his dick and squirted into her.
The pulsing inundation of viscous sperm triggered Felicia's climax. Her womb convulsed. A groan started deep in her chest, building in volume until it burst raggedly from her drawn-back lips. The spasming of her vagina became stronger all of a sudden. Then her orgasm hit her full force, and the entire floor of her pelvic region began rippling and jerking.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... I'm there, too, Daddy ... coming!!!"
Felicia threw back her head and screamed shrilly. Her cunt went berserk. The hairy opening snapped hungrily at the base of Merv's prick. Her asshole rhythmically opened and closed. Convulsions racked her body. Her vagina gripped harshly at her father's sperm-spewing cock, milking it for every drop of cum he could give her greedy belly. Through it all she writhed about ecstatically, shuddering from the top of her lovely head down to the tips of her curled-down toes, sobbing brokenly, then blubbering and gurgling as she lay twitching and jerking spasmodically in the final, soul-rending throes of her orgasmic bliss.
With his limbering rod still in her, Merv rolled over onto his side, holding his daughter in his arms. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then Merv kissed her tenderly on her damp forehead and said, "I feel terrific, Felicia. Better than I have in years. How about you? Do you feel ... do you regret what we just did?"
"Not a bit, Daddy," she sighed. "Do you?"
He laughed softly, sort of a relaxed sound of relief. Then he kissed the tip of her cute nose and smiled all over his face. "Maybe I should, but I don't."
"I'm glad, Merv."
"I love you, sweetie."
"I'm glad we did it, Daddy. And I'm so glad that we don't have to ... to be afraid to show and say that we love one another any more. Because I've always loved you more than I've ever let on."
"I know, honey. Me, too, you."
"Will we do it again? I mean, this won't be the only time, will it?"
"Are you kidding, Felicia? Of course we'll do it again, honey. My stars, you're the sweetest, hottest, wildest piece of ass I've ever had! You're a fantastic fuck!"
"Oh, Daddy!" she protested, blushing, and felt her mouth being tongued before she could finish what she started to say to Merv.
When he ended the long, sweet kiss, Merv pulled his deflated penis from the moist warmth of his daughter's furry cleft and patted her affectionately on her bare fanny. "We'd better get dressed now, sweetheart. There are a few things I have to attend to before we can go home."
CHAPTER TEN
The state police were at the Scarboro farm when Merv and Felicia drove up. There were two troopers and one lieutenant. The troopers were putting Coons and Scarboro, both of them handcuffed, into their car.
"I'm Lieutenant Bills," the ranking officer said as he tipped his cap to the barefoot Felicia and shook Merv's hand. "You're Gaucin?"
Merv nodded. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."
"Had to. Your story was too far-fetched to ignore."
"You're already arresting them?" Merv asked. "Just on the strength of what I said over the phone?"
"No, for murder. Elon Martinez burned to death in his pickup. I was investigating it when you called, Mister Gaucin. It looked like an accident. Only there was a whiskey bottle beside the pickup, and I happen to know that Martinez never touched liquor. I knew him. When I got your message, Elon's death seemed to fit in somehow with what you'd said. I questioned Coons and Scarboro separately. Coons isn't as tough as he looks. He cracked, blamed Elon's murder on Buckner and Scarboro. Is this your girl? You found her?"
Merv nodded. "Buckner was with her. He came at me with a shotgun. I shot him, a few more times than I had to, I'm afraid. His body's in my pickup. I suppose you'll have to take me in, too."
"It was self-defense," Felicia said quickly.
"We'll take a statement from you, Mister Gaucin. I can't promise that you won't have to face trial, but from the looks of things, I wouldn't let it worry me if I were you."
"What about Ernesto?" Felicia asked tensely.
The lieutenant looked puzzled.
"Ernesto Armijo," Merv said.
The lieutenant still looked puzzled.
"They beat him and stuffed him in a culvert!" Felicia whined, wringing her hands. "He was my bodyguard! Has he been found?"
"The muscular young man," said the lieutenant, nodding. "Yes, one of our regular patrols found him, thanks to a pair of women's shoes lying on the highway. Yours, Miss Gaucin?"
"Yes. Is he all right? Where is he?"
"In the hospital with a concussion. He's still unconscious, but the doctor thinks he'll come out of it okay."
The color drained from Felicia's face. "I want to see him! Daddy, take me to the hospital! Please!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was months later, in the spring of the following year, when Merv Gaucin got his usual weekly letter from Felicia.
Darling Merv, Guess what. Daddy. You're going to be a grandfather. Isn't that the greatest news? I just found out for sure today, and you're the first to know. Ernesto is having a meeting tonight and isn't home yet. Of course I told him that I thought I was pregnant, and we've already picked out the baby's name, if it's a boy. How does Elon Merv Armijo grab you, sweetheart?
I hope you don't mind taking second place in the name, because you know how much Ernesto looked up to Elon, and he is taking his place in the movement. Now don't fuss at me. I usually go to the meetings, too, and do my share of picketing and everything I can to help my wonderful husband in his very important work. But the doctor's office was crowded and I didn't get home in time to make this one.
Since your articles, and now that Scarboro and Coons are in prison, we Chicanos are really making great strides in this county. We've got a local union started too, and who do you think they elected president? None other than your son-in-law. Nobody would even run against him. That's how much everybody wanted Ernesto to be their leader all the way. Isn't that terrific? And he's getting a salary, too, almost enough for us to live on.
I'm so happy, Merv. You couldn't believe how happy! And speaking of happiness, I'm truly glad to hear that you're getting serious about a woman. You need a wife. Every man does, you know. From what you told me, I think I'm going to like Isobel. I'm looking forward to meeting her. Come see us, and bring her, why don't you? We only have the one bedroom, but the couch we bought at the Salvation Army makes into a bed. You won't recognize this little house the next time you see it. We've scrubbed and painted inside and out.
Ernesto put on a new roof and I've made fancy curtains for all the windows. It's really nice. We're getting a rug for the living room soon. You've got to see the house, Daddy. Come down soon as you can, please.
Ernesto's doing great with his correspondence courses, and I'm doing all right with mine, too. I don't have to help him any more. He's awfully smart, you know? And grateful, too. He said to be sure and thank you again, because we never could have afforded them on our own for a long time and he's really looking forward to getting his high school diploma.
Daddy, don't worry about me or send any more money, okay? Ernesto and I don't have a lot of things, but we love each other, and we're making it. We're both getting some work hoeing weeds in the new cotton and carrot fields, and now that Ernesto is getting a salary from the union we'll get on just fine. We've got big plans for the future, too. Ernesto wants to expand the new union all over this part of the state, and I'm going to help him do it, in every way I can. I know we've got a long hard row to hoe ahead of us, but it's worth it.
I think I'll close for now, darling. Ernesto came in while I was writing this. He's sort of horny. He's kissing me on the neck right now, and feeling me up all over. Oh my, now I know I've got to close. It's almost impossible to concentrate with my sweet husband's tongue in my ear and fingering my pussy.
Love you, Daddy. Take care of yourself and come see us soon.
Kisses, Felicia
CHAPTER TWELVE
Three days after she'd written the letter informing her father that she was pregnant, Felicia woke up to the sound of chirping birds in the big elm outside her bedroom window. She opened her eyes and saw that it was barely daylight. With a smile and a sigh, she stretched, then put her hands on her bare stomach.
An angelic expression on her lovely face, Felicia turned toward her husband, who also slept naked. The alarm would go off in a few minutes. Then Ernesto would get up and leave. He would be gone all day, because he was driving over to the next county to talk union and Chicano power to a group of local workers who he hoped would be able to influence the other local and migrant farm laborers.
I love you, Ernesto, she thought happily. So much, my big, strong darling. Do you know that I often watch you while you sleep? Of course you don't. I don't want you to know. A husband shouldn't know everything about his wife. But I do watch you sometimes. I like to see the funny little expressions that come over your handsome face when you're dreaming. Are you dreaming now? Your eyes are moving beneath the lids, and you 're trying to smile. What are you dreaming about? Whatever it is, I wish I could get inside your head and share it with you. I want to share everything with you. Well, almost everything. There are some things you wouldn't understand, my darling. Like all this love I have inside me. If I gave it all to you, it would smother you. But you wouldn't understand this part of me, so I'll be very careful to always keep it secret from you, because it would only hurt you. I won't hurt you, Ernesto. I'll never hurt you. I love you too much for that.
As Felicia lay contentedly, gazing at the face of her sleeping husband, the corners of her eyes became aware of a physical change taking place midway down his supine body. The sheet was slowly lifting directly above his loins. Since the sight of his penis burgeoning to erection never failed to fascinate the girl, she sat up with a fluid movement that jiggled the bed almost imperceptibley and drew the sheet down to Ernesto's knees.
She watched the arousing spectacle of his penile shaft engorging itself with blood, becoming fatter and harder as his organ reared jerkily upward. For a second it stood up straight as a flagpole, growing out of his coarse triangular thicket, then it wavered and wilted a little, leaning to the side with the eye of its glans looking right at Felicia's face.
It was too inviting. She glanced at the clock and saw that it would go off in about ten minutes. "You darling," she breathed, tossing her long raven hair back so it wouldn't tickle Ernesto. She wanted to wake him up with her lips, not her hair. Quickly she leaned over him, pursing her full lips loosely before she gave the tip of his prick a wet good-morning kiss.
The relaxed muscles beneath Ernesto's very dark skin rippled as he stirred slightly without waking. Felicia extended her tongue and tickled the pouting eye of his velvety cockhead with its pointed tip.
Using the tips of her fingers, Felicia tickled the wild hairs on his heavy nut-sac and gave the forefront of his purplish glans a leisurely kiss, sucking a little and teasing the end of his sensitive knob with her lazy tongue.
That woke him up, and with a smile on his face. "What are you doing, Felicia?"
She grasped his stalk and squeezed it lovingly. "If you have to ask, darling, I must not be doing it right." Engulfing about two inches of his growing organ, she formed her lips tightly around the shaft and laved the warm, musky-tasting head with her tongue as she sucked down on it until her cheeks hollowed inward. She could hear the pleasured intake of her husband's breath and feel his involuntary trembling. With a deliberate smack, she broke the suction and rolled her big brown eyes up toward Ernesto's face. "Now do you know what I'm doing?"
"Mmm-hmm, but show me again anyway."
Felicia laughed softly. She cupped his dangling testicles in the palm of her hand and jiggled them as she licked up and down the full length of his turgid dick. When she drew her tongue back into her mouth, every inch of his thumping erection was coated with saliva. Her own response was evident in the vaginal dew which glistened on the light brown outer labia of her plushy little pussy. She scooted up the bed and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and stroking his chest and abdomen with her open hand while he sucked her darting pink spear and fondled her jouncing tits.
He swatted her playfully on her well-rounded rump and asked, "Now that you've got it up, what do you intend to do with it?"
"I could suck it all the way," she mused sultrily. Ernesto grinned.
"On the other hand," she said, swinging astride him and sitting on his chest. "I've already kissed him and you haven't said good morning to pussy yet."
He raised his head a little and looked at her groin. "Good morning, pussy. You're drooling, you hairy little devil."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she cooed, scooting up his body until the tip of his nose disappeared into the jet-black curls of her pubic triangle. "Pussy wants a kiss."
Gazing up past her belly, through the valley of her breasts, he said, "Pussy always wants a kiss."
"Are you complaining, husband?" she asked seductively, wriggling herself till the puffed lips of her gorgeous snatch rested against his mouth.
"Hell, no, baby. You know better than that," he replied, extending his tongue and licking her split from bottom to top. "Spread it for me, so I can give it a deep kiss."
Felicia reached down and with eager fingertips drew open the slippery outer folds of her vulva, revealing to him the shimmering red sweetmeats which comprised the vestibule to her secretion-beaded vagina. "Real deep," she breathed. "Tongue fuck me, honey!"
He stuck out his tongue and flicked the tip of her elongating clitoris rapidly.
"Aaaah, aaaah!" she mewled, shutting her eyes and letting her head loll back as ripples of pleasure arced through her loins.
"How about some breakfast?" he said teasingly, knowing from experience what her reply would be and wanting to hear her say it.
"You're having cunt for breakfast this morning, honey! Dig in!"
It was a game they played on mornings when they had time and both felt like it, but the game was now over. Ernesto threw his arms around her and mashed his face into her bush. She pulled her fingers out of the way, and he glued his lips to the smooth insides of her widespread hair-lined outer labia. All at once he gave her his tongue, thrusting it far up into the moist heat of her silky sheath and snaking it around, gathering the droplets of her love nectar from its productive source.
"That's it, darling!" she yelped, shivering with delight as she savored the sensations caused by his roughened tongue sliding around the walls of her elastic tunnel. "Kiss pussy deep and sweet ... ohhh ... God, that's good!"
Locking her to him with his arms encircling her flared hips, he rolled over and dragged her down the bed till her head and shoulders rested on the mattress and her buttocks were elevated by his knees. He sat on his feet, with his back arched and Felicia's legs entwined around his torso, and began plunging his tongue furiously in the copiously secreting slit of her crotch.
"Ohhh ... oh, Ernesto! Yes, honey! Yesss!"
Alternately tonguing and sucking her sex hole, he took his bride to the edge of climax.
"Now!" she rasped. "Do it!"
He moved higher up her fluttering cleft, capturing her clit between his lips and sucking it into his mouth as he stuck his thumb in her juicy cunt for lubrication. Quickly he backed his thumb out of her and brought its bluntly rounded tip down to the puckered brown ring of her anus. Then he sucked her pleasure button deeper into his mouth, stretching it to the limit and batting it around with his tongue.
"Now! Now! Now!" Felicia yelled, squirming her butt and fitting her erogenous rectum over the end of his sex-slick thumb. "Give it to meee!"
She liked it suddenly, and that's the way he gave it to her. Flailing her throbbing nubble with his tongue, Ernesto rammed the full length of his thick thumb up her tight asshole.
She cried out her pleasure, her head flopping from side to side and her belly rippling from the spasmodic contractions of her internal muscles.
While her body was still twitching with the final throes of orgasm, Ernesto mounted her in the old-fashioned manner and hunched into her fluttering cunt with a flesh-splitting single thrust. His balls smacked into the attractive valley of her quivering buttocks, and his taut-skinned glans bumped thrillingly against the sensitive neck of her convulsing uterus.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!!!" she grunted and flung her arms around him, panting for breath as they started fucking.
Ernesto slipped his hands under her and cupped her straining buttocks. "Put your lets up!"
"Like this?" she gasped, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles over his pistoning rear.
"Yeah ... oh, shit, yes!" he groaned, allowing her to pull his long fat dick all the way into the slippery hot tunnel of her fluttering vagina with her surprisingly strong legs. His nuts kissed her winking asshole and he left them there, grinding his pubis against her blood-swollen mons and stirring her guts with his fully inserted prong. Then he stopped all motion and said, "Work it, baby! Milk me ... aaah ... squeeze me!"
Felicia had almost perfect control of her sexual muscles, and she delighted in using them. It gave her tremendous pleasure, both physically and emotionally, to do what he asked. Gazing adoringly into his slitted eyes, she worked the muscles which controlled her vagina, causing it to ripple and flutter around his sturdy lance, then squeezing him with her encircling legs and clasping the strong walls of her youthful vagina, making a hot velvet vise around the entire length of his throbbing rod.
"Is that good?" she asked purringly.
"Too good!" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. "Stop, sweetheart ... stop or I'll come!"
The cords connecting her inner thighs to her groin stood out taut and quivering as she squeezed him with all the strength in her legs. "Come, darling! Shoot it deep and sweet! I want to feel it! Don't hold back!" She worked her inner muscles rapidly, making the walls of her pussy grip rhythmically and harshly at his twitching prick.
"Ohhh, oh, baby, baby!" he crooned, and quit fighting the irresistible urge to ejaculate.
"Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it," she chanted sensually, and kept milking his cock until she felt the first forceful squirt of his semen burst from the eye of his ballooning glans. Then she relaxed every muscle in her lovely body and savored the quiet, exquisite pleasure of having her womb bathed with geyser-like gushes of hot sperm. She heaved a heartfelt sigh and moaned, "Darling ... yes, darling ... come, come, come!"
The alarm went off. They let it run all the way down. Ernesto lay atop his wife, supporting most of his weight on his knees and elbows and letting his deflating cock soak in her as they kissed for nearly five minutes with tongues entwined.
Felicia made breakfast while her husband had his shower.
"What time will you be home?" she asked later as they kissed at the door.
"It depends. Anywhere between four and midnight. You know how it can go."
She nodded. "I won't start supper till you get here. Be careful, and good luck." She kissed him again quickly, and he was on his way.
Felicia had her shower, and the young bride's happiness was evident in her continuous humming and bursts of singing. She got dressed and busied herself with housework which had been neglected for several days in favor of money-producing field work. The postman came at five minutes past ten and passed by the Armijo residence without stopping. It was a disappointment. She had expected a letter from her father, because he always answered her letters promptly.
They lived in town, in the Mexican-American section, a neighborhood very much unlike the one she'd grown up in, so Felicia walked to the nearest shopping center and bought the few groceries she needed.
A rust-colored Mustang which she recognized a block away was parked in front of the bungalow when she returned. She broke into a smile and quickened her pace. The handsome, well-dressed man, also smiling, walked out to meet her. He took the bag of groceries from her and kissed her on the forehead. Felicia took his hand and led him into the house.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Doesn't the house look nice?"
His eyes were riveted on her, not the house, and they were smoldering with love and desire.
"You want to make love to me, don't you?" she asked.
"More than anything," he replied tensely.
"I remember what you said the last time. You said we had to stop, that we must never do it again."
"I know what I said, Felicia. But we can't stop, can we?"
"No. I don't even want to try again."
"Neither do I. I've got to have you. Where's your husband?"
"He's out organizing workers. Over in the next county. We've plenty of time. All day."
"Does he suspect anything?"
"Nothing," she said, starting to unbutton her dress. "Put the groceries on the table, darling. Take me to bed and make glorious love to me."
He walked over to the table and put down the sack. When he turned back around, he held out his arms. Felicia rushed to him and they kissed passionately, swapping tongues in a feverish embrace. His cock sprang up hard and throbbing, and she sucked his tongue rapaciously as she rubbed wantonly against his lean body.
She could feel his hands roaming about her back and buttocks, and his every touch thrilled her immensely. When she realized his fingers were locked over her shoulders from behind, tugging downward, she gladly went with the pressure and sank to her knees before him.
Words weren't necessary for either of them. She knew what he wanted, and she was eager to do it for him. He was her lover, her secret lover, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She loved this man as much as she did her good husband, even more sometimes when they were alone together, like now.
The intensity of her pent-up emotion caused her hand to tremble visibly as she unzipped Merv's fly and brought out his rampant penis. A whimper-like sigh escaped her lips as she wrapped her cool, slender fingers around the hot, pulsing shaft. She licked the sleek cockhead like an ice cream cone once, twice, then opened her mouth and leaned forward, filling it with the sweetness of his masculine turgidity.
Felicia slid her hands around his hips and stroked his hard buttocks through the material of his trousers as she began bobbing her head. Then she felt his fingers moving lightly and tenderly over her head and through her lustrous hair. She moaned around her mouthful of manmeat and moved her hands down. Clinging to the backs of his thighs, she sucked his cock hungrily. He'd taught her well. She was an accomplished fellatrice now, and she put every bit of her oral expertise into practice.
In less than a minute he groaningly inundated her mouth with torrents of hot sperm. Her throat worked spasmodically as she whimpered through her passion-flared nostrils and drank his thick cum spurt by delicious spurt. Only when she'd drained his spongy dick of its last reluctant drops of milky fluid did she allow it to slip from between her puffy lips.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, gazing up at his face.
He nodded as he took her hands and helped her to her feet, only to enfold her lovingly in his arms again and kiss peckingly over her forehead, eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally her lips, where he lingered, turning the embrace into a double-tongued soul kiss.
"I'll open a can of soup and make us some sandwiches. Will that be all right?"
"How long has it been since you've eaten out at a really nice restaurant, sweetheart?"
She smiled. "The last time you took me. But we don't have to go out. It isn't necessary."
"Put on a nicer dress," he said, patting her fanny. "And high heels, too, if you'd really like to please me. Your legs are fantastic in high heels."
"I'll only be a moment, my precious," she sighed, and hurried into the bedroom to change.
"Have you got a good doctor?" he asked as they sipped coffee after the meal.
Her brown eyes twinkling with amusement, Felicia nodded.
"What's his name?"
"Doctor Carrasco. And he's delivered thousands of babies, so don't worry about me so much."
"I can't help it," he said. "I'm going to pay for everything, so don't argue with me."
"If you really want to."
"I do."
Felicia smiled enigmatically. "Why don't you ask me? I know you're dying to."
"I'm afraid to ask," he admitted.
She laughed softly and touched his hand. "I couldn't tell you anyway. You and Ernesto both made love to me that day. We'll never be sure who's the father. Does that bother you a great deal?"
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not a bit," she said confidently. "Either way, my baby will have a wonderful father. Were you this worried about mother when she was pregnant with Merv shook his head ruefully. "No, not as much. There was no question about who impregnated her. Her father was dead."
"The baby will be just fine. Ernesto might be its father, you know. And even if you are, the chances of anything going wrong are thousands to one in the baby's favor. It'll be normal and healthy."
"You're only sixteen," he groaned. "What do you know of such things."
"I asked Doctor Carrasco, that's how I know. I'm not the first girl to have a baby by her father. Listen, we're not sure it was you, darling. And even if it was, Doctor Carrasco said ... He said a lot of things. Like it happens more than people think and not to worry about it. That's what he told me, and that's what I'm telling you. Now, how about taking me home and giving me enough sweet loving to hold me until I see you again?"
Merv looked at her as if he were going to say something, his expression mirroring an agonizing mixture of fatherly concern and lover's desire.
"What is it, darling?" she asked, squeezing his hand.
"Nothing."
"Then take me home. Take me home and fuck me for hours," she whispered, slipping off her high-heeled shoe and extending her leg under the booth, teasing his crotch with her nylon-covered foot.
His voice was tight. "I should have my ass kicked for ever fucking you at all. We both should."
"Kissed, maybe, but not kicked. Don't go getting uptight on me again, Daddy. You know we can't help it. We need each other," she said softly, caressing his rising penis with her foot.
He pushed her foot away and picked up the check.
"Let's go."
As they were driving back to the bungalow, Merv glanced at her and asked, "Are you and Ernesto getting on? I mean, are you as happy with him as you seem to be?"
She nodded.
"I almost wish you weren't," he confessed. "Those few weeks we lived together while he was in the hospital, really lived together and ... they were...."
"They were sublime," she sighed, finishing his sentence.
He clasped her hand and locked fingers with her, driving with one arm and squinting his eyes. "I'm not going to marry Isobel. I love you, not her. I can't help it, Felicia."
"I know, darling."
"Come home with me. We'll move away somewhere, where no one knows us, and live as man and wife."
"I'd like that," she breathed. "I really would. But I can't. You see, precious, I love two men, and Ernesto and I are involved in the movement. I'd be miserable without him, and you. I have to have you both, don't you see? It's your fault, Daddy. You're the one who exposed me to everything and was so hellbent on imbuing me with the Mexican-American spirit. Well, it took, and I can't shake it. I don't want to. We'll just have to go on this way."
Merv said nothing for a couple of minutes, then he let go of her hand and patted her thigh. "Of course. It probably wouldn't work out anyway, and I do like Ernesto. If any other man is to have you, I'd rather it be him. Promise me one thing."
"What?"
"If anything happens to Ernesto, or if you two should ever bust up, come home to me."
She sighed. "You can count on it. In fact, I've been thinking that I should pay you a visit every few weeks, and stay three or four days. After all, you are my father, so who would ever suspect the real reason I have to run home so often?"
Merv's eyes lit up. The relief was evident in his face. The situation was now resolved. It wasn't exactly to his liking, but he could live with it. He had to, because he'd come to realize that he couldn't give up his relationship with his beautiful daughter. "I'll send you a round-trip plane ticket once a month, okay?"
"Yes, lover," she purred. "Oh, yes ... that would be marvelous! Hurry! Drive faster, Daddy! I'm dying for you to undress me and send me out of my mind with love!"
They wasted little time once they were back inside the house. Felicia locked the door and pulled the shades, then kicked off her shoes and walked to her father, turning her back to him so he could unzip her dress. He drew the zipper to the small of her back, then unfastened her bra and reached inside. The palms of his eager hands were moist with nervous anticipation when he cupped her firm, upthrust breasts flesh to flesh and captured the tumescent cones of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"I love you, Felicia," he crooned, kissing the side of her neck and her ear as he rolled the erecting tips of her luscious tits with his fingers and stroked the smooth half-moons of warm bust below with his palms. "It's crazy, and I know it. You're my own flesh and blood ... but you're the only woman I'll ever want again!"
"It isn't crazy, Merv," she cooed, pressing her soft rump back and rubbing against his throbbing hard-on. "I love you, too, darling! I think I've always loved you this way. Do you remember how I used to come get in bed with you in the middle of the night and snuggle up to you? The dreams weren't half as bad as I let on. I think I wanted you to take me way back then."
"You were only eleven when I made you stop!" he gasped.
She laughed. "It wasn't a conscious urge then, Daddy. I mean, I didn't get in your bed with the idea of 'I want him to fuck me.' I just wanted to be near you, to feel something physical with you."
"And I let you down."
"That was the part that hurt, Daddy."
"If I had it to do over again, I'd do it right."
"I know you would, darling," she said, turning around in his arms. "I'm not blaming you. Kiss me. Love me. Take me!"
She closed her eyes and tilted her face upward, wetting her red lips before she opened her mouth invitingly. Felicia waited patiently while her father tugged her dress down to her trim waist and slipped her brassiere off. Then she fell in his arms, naked from the waist up, moaning and sucking his tongue while he hugged her so tight their bodies nearly fused together.
"Oh, God," she sighed, when he ended the kiss. "I don't know if it's because you're my father or in spite of it, darling, but you turn me on so much that I just melt inside! Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how wild it is when I come with you? Make me naked now! Take me before I cream in my panties!"
Dropping to his knees, Merv jerked her dress and half slip over the flare of her hips and whisked them down her long, shapely, nylon-clad legs. Felicia stood with the garments bunched around her stockinged feet, shivering, with her eyes closed and her arms hanging limply at her sides. She didn't move a muscle as her father began easing her panties down and kissing her belly as it was revealed above the elastic waistband of her flimsy briefs.
"I'm going to eat you," he sighed longingly, kissing into first soft black curls at the top of her perfumed mons.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Let's leave your stockings and garter belt on this time," he said, drawing her briefs down her thighs and rubbing his face against her groin.
"Whatever you want, Merv! Anything!" She stepped out of the ring of clothing and kicked it away, then spread her legs, because he was already licking her dewy pussy. "Does it taste good, Daddy?" she whimpered, looking down at him as he attempted to suck her in that awkward kneeling position. "Stand up. Let's get you naked, too, lover!"
Between them, they got him completely undressed in seconds. Then Felicia dove on the bed with Merv right after her. She folded a pillow and stuffed it under her ass, then drew her knees up beside her chest and moaned with pleasure as she felt his hot tongue lick through the puffed folds of her distended hairy hole.
"Lick it, darling!" she cried. "Lick my cunt good!"
The juicy little slot had never tasted sweeter to Merv. He stuck his tongue in it and swirled it around. He formed his lips over the entire elliptical opening and sucked out the nectar-like goodness of her copious sexual secretions.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," Felicia sighed constantly, wagging her rump and brushing her clit against the fronts of his teeth.
It wasn't enough to merely dive her scrumptious muff. Overwhelmed with emotion, Merv spread the cheeks of his daughter's butt and licked into the moist satin valley. Even that wasn't enough. He licked the inch of flesh between her pussy and anus, then scrubbed the musky-tasting little dimple itself with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaah! Oh, Daddy! What are you doinggg?"
He was wild for her. Even her asshole was delicious. Feeling as if he could devour her, hair, toenials and all, he groaned mournfully and thrust his tongue right up her butthole.
"Unnn!" she gasped, shuddering with ecstasy. It was a totally new experience for her, but one she liked immediately. "Aahhh ... yes, darling ... yessss!"
Spurred on by her impassioned outcry, Merv started pumping the full length of his tongue in and out of her tight anal orifice.
"Ohhh ... oh, wow ... that really moves me! Suck it, honey! Suck my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue!"
Felicia put her knees under her armpits and reached down with shaking hands. She grasped her own buttocks and spread them wider apart, so he could get his face all the way into the crack of her rump and do a real job on her erogenous rectum. It gave her a tremendous thrill to feel his tongue penetrating her rear hole, especially now that his lips were pressed firmly to the surrounding tissue.
"Darling, darling!" she panted, ripples of joy racing through her as she felt the tip of his fully inserted tongue doing a circular dance way up inside her anal canal. "Do you like my asshole? Does it taste good? Tell me, Merv!"
"Good!" he moaned, his hot breath bursting into the fleshy gorge of her widespread bottom. "Every bit of you is delicious!"
"Fuck it now!" she cried. "Put your cock where you just had your tongue!"
He mounted her, gazing down at her enraptured face through lust-glazed eyes as he wedged the blunt end of his swollen dick head into the rubbery ring of her spit-slick anus.
"Oouuu!" she mewled, blinking up at him as she felt the elastic aperture expanding around his sleek glans.
"I don't want to hurt you, baby!" he croaked, pausing with barely half of his bull in her.
"You won't! Give it to me! I want to feel it sinking slowly all the way up my butt!" She hooked her legs over his shoulders and snaked one arm down between their bodies. Grasping his stalk, she gave it a little tug and began guiding it into her dilated rectum. They both groaned when the head snapped through the tight portal. Felicia released his shaft then, and used both hands to cradle his hard buttocks. "Come on, Daddy ... ohhh ... that's it, sweetheart ... nice and easy! Oh, God! That's wonderful, isn't it? Do you like it? Is my asshole good and hot?"
Merv could only groan, but she knew by the sound and the appearance of his glassy eyes that he liked it almost as much as she did. She brought up her right hand and stuck her middle finger in her mouth, coating it with saliva before she moved it back down his body. Watching his eyes as he sank his prick into her bowels with the utmost care, she placed the balls of her wetted finger into his anus and rubbed a little to give him the idea. When he didn't object, she thrust an inch of finger up his butt. It caused him to whimper and, knowing he would like it, Felicia suddenly plunged the rest of her finger up her father's ass.
"Aaaggghhh!" he grunted, and lunged forward, ramming the remainder of his sturdy shaft up the delighted girl's shit chute.
"Oh, Christ yes!" she squealed, before she kissed her father wetly, thrusting her tongue down his throat and wriggling her finger around in his asshole.
Neither of them made any outward movements for a moment. He was into her balls-deep, savoring the incredible heat and snugness surrounding his pulsating organ, thrilling to the prostatic massage she was giving him with her finger. As for Felicia, she delighted in the sense of utter fullness in her dark tunnel and wanted no more than to enjoy it while he sucked her tongue hungrily.
But the inactivity lasted only a moment. Felicia broke the kiss and pulled her finger from his butt at the same time. Clutching him by the buttocks, she hissed, "Fuck me! Screw me in the ass, you darling!"
He withdrew gently, Felicia's gripping anus drawing out around his retreating shaft as if reluctant to lose it for a second. When only the head remained inside her, with her tautly stretched anal ring snapping behind the flare of his crown, Merv gritted his teeth and socked it all right back into her hole.
"Felicia ... my little girl!" he rasped, and started sodomizing her with a rhythmic motion.
"Hump it to your little girl, Daddy!" she shouted, tugging at his buttocks to help him screw her fanny. "Don't hold back! Give it to meee!"
He increased his efforts, fucking her butt with deep, forceful thrusts.
"Ohhh," she moaned, wagging her ass and screwing her head back into the pillow. "Oh, Lord, but that's good! Harder! Don't be afraid, darling! Fuck me like you mean it!"
"It's too hot!" he husked, speeding up and shortening his strokes, really hammering it into her. "Too good! I'm going to come already!"
"Not yet!" she screeched. She turned loose of his furiously pistoning rump and began working her arms in between their bodies. "Don't come yet!"
He gritted his teeth, contracted his inner muscles, and kept fucking like mad. Felicia plunged two Fingers of one hand into her sopping pussy and grasped her throbbing clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of the other. As her father's thick rod jabbed rapidly in and out of her winking anus, she gave her slippery vagina a deep massage and tweaked the raw-nerved button at the top of her sex slit like it had never been tweaked before.
"Hurry, baby!" he gasped, hitting into her with shorter and shorter thrusts. "I can't hold back ... much longer!"
"I'm almost there!" she yelped, rubbing her clit frenziedly with the tip of her finger as it began to throb and draw back in readiness for the orgasmic explosion. "Now! Now, Daddy!"
Merv heaved a guttural groan and slammed his twitching cock up her butt to the hilt. His grunts mingled with her sobs of fulfillment. She was keenly aware of his prick expanding, and contracting inside her.
"Shoot it ... shoot it!!!" she screamed, her pussy already beginning to spasm when she felt the first thrilling jet of his hot cream gush into the depths of her quivering bowels. "Me, too ... ohhh ... oh, God ... God!!!"
"Unnn ... ung ... ung!" Merv grunted chantingly as he pumped her butt full of spiraling jizz.
"Coming!!!" she shrieked, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of her climax.
Felicia nearly swooned with bliss. She was only dimly aware of her father pulling his penis from her winking anus. Her legs flopped down onto the bed and twitched jerkily as she sobbed out her ecstasy. She was in a state of lustful rapture.
And there she remained for more than an hour, because Merv simply couldn't get enough of her. He gave her no respite. No sooner had he withdrawn his still-hard dick from her delightful ass than he propelled himself down her sweat-damp body and started lapping the overflow of cunt juice from her tasty twat. He feasted on the goodness of her wholesome young pussy, sucking her through three mind-blowing comes before he mounted the delirious girl and settled himself between her trembling thighs for a long, hard ride.
Father and daughter were completely oblivious of everything except the supreme bliss of sexing to the point of utter exhaustion.
Ernesto didn't get home until nearly nine that night, and it was a good thing, because Felicia and her father slept locked in each other's arms, joined cock and cunt, from three until seven-thirty.
But all appeared to be on the up and up when Ernesto arrived home jubilant from the success of his day's work. The young husband greeted his father-in-law warmly and, over supper, filled him in on the details of the union and the progress they were making through Chicano power.
Merv listened attentively and gave advice when it was asked for, because he was truly fond of the boy and greatly interested in the work he was doing for their people.
Felicia couldn't stop smiling, about as she was to have her cake and eat it too.
Later that night Felicia was heard by Merv to say, "No, honey. Not tonight. Daddy will hear us!"
But the bed began squeaking rhythmically.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," came Felicia's sounds of pleasured surrender drifting out to the couch where Merv was lying wide awake with his ears cocked and his prick standing stiffly at attention.
"Sweet dick!" Felicia cried excitedly, forgetting herself as her passion mounted. "Yes, Ernesto! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
It was bittersweet torture for Merv, especially when he heard them moaning in what sounded like a simultaneous climax.
Then all was quiet. Soon, Ernesto began snoring softly.
Shortly Felicia tiptoed into the living room and knelt beside the couch. Neither of them said anything for fear of waking her husband, a light sleeper. She kissed her father before and after she went down on him.
Just before she returned to her husband's bed she whispered, "In the morning, darling, after breakfast. He's going out of town again."
