VIRGINS ON THE RUN
by
RICK JORDAN

	The headlights came up behind me fast and close. Afraid I 
was going to be rear ended, I pulled over and let him pass. The 
green Border Patrol van sped past me. "Asshole!" I thought. "He 
didn't have to do that." Ahead almost out of sight, the van pulled 
over, U-turned and came rushing back toward me. This time I 
pulled over and stopped. "What the hell is going on?" I thought. I 
turned the headlights off and watched the van disappear again in the 
rear view mirror. The van had turned around in the distance behind 
me and was headed back more slowly, sweeping the bushes along 
the shoulder of the dark country road with spotlights. The van was 
still well back when two small figures darted across the road, 
almost running into my dark colored truck.
	"Over here! AquĦ, aquĦ!" I shouted at them. Don't ask why. 
I don't know myself. My shouting stopped them in their tracks. 
They looked at the van approaching behind, then at me and must 
have realized their options were becoming very limited at that 
point. I reached over to open the passenger door and two darkly 
dressed figures jumped in and closed the door. Quickly I started the 
truck and slowly drove off so that I wouldn't attract attention. The 
van continued its search with the spotlights and soon disappeared 
from view behind us.
	With the initial excitement over, reality began to sink in. If 
the Border Patrol caught me helping illegals, I could be arrested. 
Worse, who the hell are these people? They could beat me senseless 
and take my truck!
	"Gracias, se¤or. Muchas gracias," said a shaky young voice-
-the voice of a woman.
	"SĦ, gracias, se¤or," the other figure said, also a young 
woman.
	I looked at them blankly in the dim light from the instrument 
panel. I began to relax.
	"No problem, uhhh...de nada," I answered. Growing up in 
California, you can't help but pick up some of the language, but I 
hadn't picked up much.
	"My name is Martin," I told them, pointing at myself. 
"Como se llama?" I asked them.
	"Graciela...Gracie," the one next to me answered. She 
pointed to her friend. "This is Marisa." They were dirty and their 
clothes were torn, but they certainly weren't much of a threat to 
me!
	"Do you speak English?" I asked them in general.
	"SĦ, a little," Gracie said. "Marisa, no English."
	"My God! How old are you guys?" They looked too young 
to be crossing the border like this alone.
	"Diez y nueve," said Gracie, nervously slipping into 
Spanish. "I mean 19. Marisa is just 18."
	"Where are you going?" I asked. "Do you have a place to 
go?"
	"We have relatives in Fresno. I live there. I went back to 
Mexico to bring Marisa. Can you help us?"
	Obviously, I had jumped into this whole thing without a 
plan. I was winging it minute by minute. When I picked them up, I 
had no idea what I was going to do beyond getting them out of 
their immediate predicament with the Border Patrol. I looked at 
them now. Young, tired, scared and probably hungry.
	"Look. I don't know how much I can do. Fresno is a long 
ways off, and I have to work tomorrow. I'll get you a motel room 
so that you can clean up and get some rest and we will decide what 
to do in the morning. OK?
	I found a quiet motel along the old highway. It was cheap 
and out of sight. The women stayed in the truck while I registered. 
I asked the clerk for a room towards the back. He handed me a key 
and I walked back to the truck.
	"Room 124," I told the women absently. I drove around to 
the room and parked just outside the door. Gracie and Marisa got 
out of the truck and grabbed the small duffels they had thrown in 
the back of the truck. I hadn't even noticed that they had bags with 
them.
	The room was clean with a queen bed, a small TV and a 
couple of unmatched chairs and a table. Gracie and Marisa stood 
just inside the door, not sure of how to act.
	"You guys get cleaned up and I'll go out for some food," I 
said. They looked at me like frightened puppies as I left, probably 
wondering if I would come back for them. I did, of course, twenty 
minutes later with a sack of tacos and three cokes. "Hey, what the 
hell," I thought. "Everybody likes Mexican food, right?"
	The bathroom door was closed, but I could hear Gracie and 
Marisa chattering happily and excitedly to each other in Spanish. 
Half of what they said I couldn't hear, and the other half I couldn't 
understand. I turned on the TV and flopped down on the bed. It 
had been a long day. The water droned in the bathroom, the TV 
droned on the rickety table and despite my hunger I began to doze 
off.
	"Martin," a soft voice called.
	"Martin," another even softer voice. Both pronounced it 
Marteen, accenting the last syllable. I opened my eyes, temporarily 
disoriented.
	"Holy shit!" I cried. Gracie and Marisa jumped back 
startled. I looked at them standing there, dressed only in men's 
white T-shirts with their long, dark hair falling damply over their 
small shoulders. The two scruffy, dirty illegals had changed into 
angels. Their young, almost virginal beauty took my breath away.
	Gracie came over and sat on the edge of the bed. I could see 
the V of her pussy against her clean white cotton panties peaking 
out from under the loose T-shirt. Marisa sat at the foot of the bed 
nervously knitting her fingers, too shy to look up.
	"You have been so kind to us, Martin," she began, stroking 
my hair with her long fingers. "We may never see you again after 
tomorrow. It would be sad not to thank you for saving us from la 
Migra." She leaned down and kissed me softly. I held her face and 
pulled her down to me. My tongue slipped easily into her willing 
mouth.
	"We should eat. Me and Marisa have not eaten since 
morning. We will need our strength. You too, Martin." She looked 
at me coyly, then upended the bag of cold soggy tacos in the middle 
of the bed. We all sat around the pile of tacos cross-legged and ate 
them greedily.
	"I'm still hungry, Martin," said Gracie after we had eaten 
everything.
	"Hey, I'll get more tacos if you want," I told her. But that is 
not what she was hungry for.
	Gracie gently pushed me back on the bed and opened my 
shirt. She kissed me slowly on the mouth, then moved down to kiss 
my nipples. Her tongue flicked against them. I could feel the ends 
of her still wet curls trailing over my chest like dozens of soft 
artist's brushes. They left a cool wetness, which did nothing to 
quench the heat that was building between us.
	I leaned up to remove my shirt. I flung it to the floor and 
Gracie pushed me back down. My button fly jeans came open easily 
in her hands. She hooked her fingers over the top and pulled them 
down with my briefs. My hard unyielding cock caught temporarily 
in the waistband of my briefs, then sprung back, whacking my tight 
belly with a loud plop.
	Marisa had moved to one of the chairs and let out a little 
cry. I looked over to see her staring at my enlarged cock pulsating 
near my belly in time with my racing heartbeat.
	Gracie grabbed the root of my throbbing cock with her 
small fist. She squeezed it gently and watched the head grow larger 
and more purple. She wrapped her small mouth around the tip and 
took in as much as she could--barely more than the hooded tip. Not 
able to take my engorged dick very far into her small mouth, she 
opened and closed her mouth, squishing her soft hot tongue against 
the sensitive underside. Her saliva ran in warm liquid rivulets down 
my shaft and over my tightened balls.
	Every so often, she would relax her grip allowing the blood 
to drain from the swollen head, then draw it into her mouth until it 
touched the back of her throat. Then she would squeeze the base 
again, forcing the blood to the tip. The pressure from her grip 
expanded the head and forced my cock out of her little mouth until 
only the head remained. She then resumed her tongue squishing 
movements. No woman since has ever been able to duplicate the 
sensations for me. Lord knows I have had them all try.
	When I had any control of the situation at all, I would 
glance over at Marisa sitting cross-legged in the chair staring at my 
dick. One hand gripped the chair arm tightly. The other hand had 
disappeared between her legs under her baggy T-shirt. Her raspy 
breath left little doubt what she was doing under there. I was a little 
surprised that Marisa never made a move to join us, but Gracie's 
skill commanded all of my attention, and I soon quit wondering 
about it. Marisa seemed to have her own interests well in hand, but 
her eyes never left my cock as Gracie's talented mouth continued to 
work.
	"Mmmm. My mouth is tired!" said Gracie coming up for air 
and laughing playfully. In a flash, she pulled off her T-shirt, slipped 
out of her panties and grabbed the base of my cock again. This 
time, though, she straddled me, still squeezing my cock. Skillfully, 
she rode down on it until it was in her up to her tight little fist. She 
let go and sat down on my throbbing dick until I could feel the 
bones in her ass jamming into my hips. She rode up on my cock 
until I was sure it would pop out, then just in time would sit back 
down on it and slid it in until the head stretched against her button-
like cervix. I don't think I have ever been so deep in a woman 
before.
	I reached for her beautiful young breasts, the size of large 
firm apples and just as sweet. A perfect handful. I glanced over at 
Marisa and she had pulled up her T-shirt and had cupped both of 
her breasts. They looked like twins of Gracie's, and she was 
mimicking with her hands what I was doing to Gracie, but she 
never looked at me.
	Gracie pounded up and down on my dick with the energy 
only a teenager could have. Watching her round young tits bobbing 
up and down, watching Marisa squeezing her own firm apples, it all 
became too much. I let out a little grunt and Gracie, quick as 
lightning grabbed the base of my cock, pulled it out, gave it a 
couple quick strokes and I exploded. A long, white hot arc of cum 
shot into the air and fell the length of my chest. Gracie kept 
pumping it and laughing, obviously delighted with the spectacle.
	God, sex with her was hot. There is nothing like a sexy, 
turned on latina woman. Nothing. "Unless," I thought, "it is two 
latinas."
	"Isn't Marisa going to thank me too?" I said jokingly.
	"Martin...," Gracie looked at me frowning. "Marisa is... a 
virgin. You cannot ask her to do that."
	"I was only kidding," I said lamely. "I didn't know." I felt 
like a jerk.
	"It is OK, Martin. I am not angry."
	Marisa said something softly without looking at either of us. 
Gracie answered back a bit sharply. It was too soft and too fast for 
me. I couldn't make out any of it with my limited Spanish, but I 
could tell that were arguing about something. Maybe Marisa was 
upset that Gracie had had sex with me.
	Gracie had the final word, but looked resigned. Marisa came 
over to the bed on the opposite side from Gracie. She lay down 
next to me and kissed me softly on the cheek.
	"What gives?" I asked Gracie who was still laying next to 
me.
	"She insists on thanking you herself, Martin," she explained. 
"She says she has saved herself for the right man. Now she is 18 
and who could be more right than the man who has saved us."
	"I don't know, Gracie...," I stammered. "A virgin?" I 
couldn't believe I might turn down every man's dream.
	"You will be gentle, Martin," she began, then paused, "and I 
will help." She laughed softly and deliciously, and so did Marisa.
	Gracie climbed over me to Marisa. She reached under her 
T-shirt and slowly removed Marisa's white panties. She twirled 
them around her index finger several times, laughing and flung them 
across the room. Marisa lay there smiling with one finger in her 
mouth. She nibbled on the tip, looking at Gracie expectantly.
	"Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Marisa may be a virgin, but 
this is not the first time she and Gracie have done this."
	Gracie spread Marisa's legs gently and began a trail of soft 
wet kisses along the inside of Marisa's thigh. Marisa's firm little ass 
squirmed excitedly as Gracie continued toward her waiting pussy. 
When she reached it, Marisa arched her back and moaned slightly.
	I could take no more as a spectator. I leaned over and 
kissed Marisa's partially open mouth. Her tongue immediately 
darted into my mouth and I sucked on it gently. I could tell how 
well Gracie was doing by what Marisa did with her mouth on mine.
	I reached under Marisa's T-shirt for one of her beautiful 
golden breasts. They were so warm and soft. I pulled her shirt up, 
and she leaned up slightly so that I could remove it entirely. I 
leaned down to suck on her perfectly round aureole, the color of 
dark chocolate. Her nipples were already completely erect as I 
expected them to be.
	Gracie continued working on Marisa's beautiful young 
pussy, but reached over to stroke my dick. She soon moved her 
luscious mouth from Marisa's wet cunt to my cock, but instead of 
repeating her earlier trick, she ran her partially opened lips along 
the shaft like it was a warm living harmonica. All the while, her 
fingers were busy in Marisa's snatch to keep her sexual excitement 
at a fever pitch.
	Marisa had waited 18 years and she was not going to wait 
any longer. She put her arms around me and urged me to mount 
her. I looked down at Gracie, sucking hungrily on my dick. We 
exchanged glances that told her Marisa was not to be denied any 
longer. 
	"Gently, Martin," as I climbed onto Marisa in the classic 
missionary position. I bore my weight on my elbows and knees and 
slowly lowered the head of my cock to Marisa's virgin entrance. 
Gracie knelt by us holding my cock with one hand and reaching 
around behind to hold my balls with the other. When the head 
contacted her warm soft mound, Gracie gently pulled it through 
Marisa's slippery lips to moisten it thoroughly with her juices.
	Gracie had complete control. With her little fist around my 
cock, she prevented me from entering Marisa too quickly or too 
hard. With her other hand on my balls, she urged me forward. 
Watching Marisa's face, Gracie expertly guided me in with a 
minimum of pain and a maximum of pleasure. Since I was so large 
for these small women, Gracie would coo softly to Marisa in 
Spanish to relax her, then urge me on with pressure on my balls 
from behind. After a few minutes of this deliciously slow work, 
Marisa winced sharply and I slid in freely. Gracie realizing what had 
happened, let go of my dick and let me take control. I think I could 
have done a pretty good job of it from the beginning by myself, but 
this was so much more interesting and exciting.
	I stroked in and out of that beautiful tight pussy that no man 
had ever known before. Gracie left us so that Marisa could 
experience a man completely for the first time. She curled up in one 
of the chairs to watch, pleased that her friend seemed to be enjoying 
it so much.
	I certainly was enjoying it. Marisa's pussy would 
occasionally spasm so hard it was difficult to push against her grip. 
When she would relax, I would stroke faster, and slow up when the 
spasms came. At first, I thought she might be coming, but the 
spasms were protests from muscles unaccustomed to a man. The 
sensations became more and more intense.
	"No cumming inside of her, Martin," Gracie admonished 
from the sidelines. Just when I thought I might be too late, I pulled 
out and shot my load. The first spurt hit Marisa right in the face. 
She screamed, then laughed uncontrollably. Gracie chimed in as 
well. I was too busy bathing Marisa's bronze body with cum to 
laugh, but when I had finished I laughed too! I wiped the head of 
my dick off with my hand and pushed it slowly back into Marisa's 
sopping little cunt. There was no resistance.
	Gracie jumped onto the bed and wiped my cum from 
Marisa's face with her finger. Dripping with cum, she touched her 
finger to Marisa's lips. Marisa flicked at it tentatively with her 
tongue to taste it, then sucked Gracie's finger clean. Both girls 
laughed again.
	Gracie went into the bathroom and came out with two hot 
washcloths and dry towels. She handed me a washcloth, then 
carefully almost ceremoniously cleaned up the cum and blood from 
Marisa's beautiful young pussy, now a woman's pussy. She dried 
her carefully, put the towel underneath her to cover the bloody spot 
on the sheet and lay down beside her. I cleaned and dried myself 
and lay down on the other side next to Marisa. Gracie's small 
slender hand lay on one of Marisa's soft warm breasts. I lay my 
hand on top of hers. Within minutes, their soft rhythmic breathing 
told me they were fast asleep.
	As exhausted as I was, I lay there for awhile thinking that 
for the first time since meeting these girls, I had a plan. I wondered 
how long it would take me to find work in Fresno.



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