BEE-6826B In Sexual Pursuit by Rod Long


Chapter 1


Man, that cousin of ours is some fine-looking cunt." Young, dark-haired 
Bernardo Mendosa said to his older brother as they stepped up on the 
broken-down porch of their house. "She can fuck too. I mean the way 
that little bitch screws, you'd think she was addicted to cocks!"

"Bernardo, you know that the girl is not yet out of her teens," his 
older brother said seriously, not used to hearing his younger brother 
talking that way, especially about a young girl he was supposed to 
marry.

Bernardo had been sent up to New York three months ago to meet his 
father's cousins, the only other members of the Mendosa family to have 
escaped from Cuba. Most of the others had either been imprisoned or 
executed. It had been the dream of the heads of the American Mendosas 
to reunite the family by marrying the youngest of the Miami Mendosa 
family to the daughter of the cousins in New York.

Bernardo had apparently gotten to know more about his fiancee in those 
months than he should have been allowed to. But the girl seemed to have 
been the one to have initiated the move for him to fuck her. She might 
be just the right, over-sexed little vixen Bernardo would need to keep 
him interested in her until they were married.

Their father had dreamed of such a marriage for so long and he, 
Salvador Mendosa, was going to make sure that Bernardo carried out his 
father's wishes.

They had reached the door now, and Salvador fumbled in his pocket for 
the house keys. He always locked the door of the house, no matter who 
was at home, because the leaders of the Morros, the most feared street 
gang in the city, had to always watch their backs. Even their own 
houses and kin were not safe from attack.

Both Mendosa boys were proud to be members of the Morros, a gang 
started by their father when he had first arrived in the States from 
Cuba. Times had been hard on Cubans in those days. Fleeing their 
country, having to leave behind relatives and property. They got their 
freedom all right, that was the reason they had fled Cuba, and they 
embraced it with their souls, but they had to pay a price, to some a 
terrible price. Leonardo, the boys' father, had been one of the lucky 
ones, but still he had had to fight out his existence, live from day to 
day and hope that tomorrow would not be his last, for the Cubans were a 
minority and because of their limited numbers and their differences, 
they were easy targets for the larger groups such as the Puerto Ricans 
or the Blacks.

Finally, after much suffering at the hands of the other street gangs, 
Leonardo had gotten together with some of his young Cuban friends and 
formed a street gang of their own. They had chosen their name 
carefully, realizing that it would be the strength of their group. They 
had named themselves the Morros, the Spanish word for Arab, after the 
Arabs who had conquered through rape and pillage the country of their 
ancestors, Spain, during its long and bloody history. It was the 
Morros's turn now to conquer this new land that they had chosen until 
they too would be accepted as one of its own people.

Leonardo had been the Morros's first leader and now his oldest son, 
Salvador, had that honor with Bernardo as his right hand man. And their 
sons would probably also be members if not leaders of the gang some 
day, for that was the way it had always been with the gangs of the 
streets.

Salvador slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door 
carefully making sure that there were no rival gang members hiding in 
wait inside, and once satisfied, he opened the door wide for his young 
brother to pass.

"One thing, brother," he said suddenly reaching out and holding him by 
the arm. "You can't speak of Rosita to our father in the manner you 
have been speaking to me. He is of the old school and he would not 
understand such language or behavior." He looked at his brother 
seriously and saw a sudden glint of anger flash through his brother's 
eyes.

"You should know better than that, Salvador." He removed his arm with 
careful deliberation from the grasp of his brother. "Our father has 
suffered a stroke; he is sick and old. Do you think I would tell a 
helpless man like him what I have just told you? Rosita is charming," 
he continued, a hard glint in his eye, "and fucks like a whore, but one 
does not tell a story like that to one's father. Now, where is he? I 
wish to see him."

"He's probably sleeping now. Come have some coffee, and by the time you 
are through he will have awakened."

"Sounds good to me, and I can tell you more about our distant young 
cousin Rosita," Bernardo said and their footsteps faded down the tiny 
hall to the kitchen.

Leonardo Mendosa, lying half-paralyzed in his bed in his bedroom off of 
the main hall, had heard his two young sons come in. He was glad that 
his younger boy had had a safe journey from New York and had also 
enjoyed himself while he was there. He did not particularly like some 
of the things Bernardo had said about his cousin, it was not proper for 
a man to speak of such things to other men, even one's brothers. He 
just did not understand young people these days, they were so lacking 
in manners and gallantry. Had he spoken that way about his intended 
bride, his father would have beaten him to within an inch of his life. 
No, whatever he and his bride-to-be, Isabella de Vanquez, had done 
before their marriage, had been their secret. Had his father known what 
they had actually done on the days they were out alone together, he 
would not have beaten him, he would have killed him. But that had been 
so many years ago, so many years ago.

For a moment, the old, grey-haired man let his mind wander back to the 
days when he was a young man and he had first fallen in love with the 
beautiful Isabella.

The Mendosa family had been in Cuba for generations as had the de 
Vanquez family. The Mendosas owned a large tobacco plantation where the 
tobacco was grown for the cigars Cuba was famous for. Leonardo had been 
promised since birth to the young Isabella, but he didn't mind, it 
would not be a loveless match for either of them, in fact the sooner 
they were married, the better, for they were already fucking like they 
were man and wife.

Leonardo and his beautiful golden-haired Isabella had been attracted to 
each other for many years. It was an attraction that had been very 
difficult for them, for in the formal world of the Spanish the woman 
must remain a virgin until marriage. But somehow, it had not proved to 
be a problem for long, for soon the two of them had developed a way to 
get rid of their chaperones and be alone, to talk and to screw. They 
had spent many happy hours when they were together and neither of them 
could wait until they were finally married and could be together always 
and not for just a few stolen hours at a time.

He sent his memory back across the years to the first time he had 
fucked Isabella and to all the other times, one in particular that he 
remembered above all others. It had happened in the summertime and to 
this day was still one of the best screws he ever had.

The Mendosa family had several houses on Cuba, one in the city for 
their winter living and one on Cayo Smith, an island in the middle of 
Santiago Bay. The house on Cayo Smith was Leonardo's favorite house, 
and every summer of his life, he and his family went there to spend the 
hot summer months. A small road ran all of the way around the island 
and the houses were sprawling mansions below the road. Sometimes all of 
the young people of the Island would have races to see who could swim 
around it, but it was done more for fun than competition.

The Mendosa house was surrounded by gardens full of the exotic colors 
of tropical flowers and trees and down by the water, buried deep within 
the bright green foliage, was the secret meeting place of Isabella and 
Leonardo, the white garden pavilion his grandmother had ordered from 
Europe when she had first been married. It was there, and only there 
where the young couple could be alone from their families, for the 
pavilion was almost a forgotten part of the garden.

On the one particular day that he remembered so well, both families had 
spent the day together. First attending Mass in the little church on 
the summit of the island, and then after lunch, they all went down to 
the beach for a swim. It had seemed forever before Leonardo and 
Isabella could slip away unnoticed from the crowd of their screaming 
brothers and sisters, but they finally had, and ran off giggling into 
the garden to their very own pavilion of heaven. They said nothing 
until they reached the delicate white structure, and then as Isabella 
stood breathless in the doorway, Leonardo had thrown himself down on 
the couch which was built into one corner of the pavilion. "Come on 
over here," he said, patting the cushion beside him.

Isabella moved to her young boyfriend and looked down on him.

"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be afraid to be here alone 
with you." She smiled gently and let him draw her down on the couch. 
She kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir unbelievably at 
her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled 
her light blouse from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand 
along the ridge of her spine.

"Leonardo, we shouldn't, not now!" she cried, breaking off her kiss and 
attempting to pull away from him.

"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said, 
refusing to release his strong grip on her voluptuous young body.

"Someone may come and find us," she answered.

"There will be no one coming, I know. But of course, if you don't want 
me to . . ." He sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her 
seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed her naked tittles 
sensuously through the light blouse. He drew her to him and buried a 
teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin.

"You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this 
is the first time we have been alone in weeks." Isabella laughed, as he 
continued his maddening caresses.

Isabella threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto 
the couch, covering him with her slender body. She laughed, and worked 
her hand up between their bodies to his crotch and began kneading his 
semi-aroused prick forcefully.

"Okay, amore mia," she whispered huskily in his ear. "How do you like 
that?"

Leonardo laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him and onto the 
floor of the beach pavilion, his swelling cock already pressing 
painfully against his tight pants. Then he slid his hand up under her 
skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, and Isabella 
giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust 
under the narrow crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the 
soft, hair-lined lips of her wetly glistening pussy.

Isabella lay back holding her breath, offering no more than token 
resistance to his hands coursing over her voluptuous body. The 
exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of her clit rippled 
through her now jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of her 
excitedly throbbing titties, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely 
as she rolled toward her fiancé with a low surrendering moan. Her hand 
moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily 
throbbing cock. Then her fingers, of their own volition, pushed his 
shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it 
stood up menacingly and erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves 
lovingly around it.

"Oooooohhh, that's it, Isabella," Leonardo grunted. He undid his belt 
and top trouser button, and allowed her to slide his pants down, and 
then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the pavilion floor. She 
stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long 
foreskin up and down over the pulsing head, then she slid her hand down 
his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently cup and squeeze 
his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then 
trailing back up to pinch at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures. 
Her hips ground of their own volition down against the pavilion floor 
and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from 
between her teeth.

Then, suddenly, a picture of herself moaning under the manipulations of 
her beloved Leonardo crashed into her thoughts, and she paused, 
disconcerted by this vision.

"Oh, sweetheart . . . it's good!" Leonardo moaned.

Isabella resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock and she was 
pleased that finally she could make her Leonardo happy in this manner. 
She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually aroused in so 
short a time. It must be because she had waited so long for this. She 
tried to sort out her confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn 
irresistibly back to the feel of Leonardo's huge, jerking cock, 
swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze. She couldn't 
believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't keep from touching his 
incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it 
would be fucking into her cunt.

What's happening to me? she thought suddenly. I should not be doing 
this. But I can't stop myself . . . I want to touch his cock! Even now! 
I have to touch it . . . ooooooh, God! I have to!

Leonardo lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the 
submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his 
cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet little tongue licking 
at him wildly, not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come 
over her, her glazed mind filled only with the sight of his hugely 
throbbing cock.

Isabella stood up from the floor, not caring that the obscenely 
gleaming eyes of the man she would soon marry were on her. She stepped 
out of her skirt and pulled off her skimpy blouse, and then continued 
as if prodded by some unseen force. Her sensuously throbbing titties 
seemed to beg for touching. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully 
over them, touching her ruby nipples in guarded wonderment. Oh God, 
that felt so good! Isabella took a deep breath, and then rolled down 
her flimsy wet panties and allowed her hands to slowly travel back up 
her long slim legs and thighs and touch delicately at the lining of her 
soft-edged pussy.

Leonardo was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness of 
the young girl. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of 
swelling tits and thighs, and he gaped at the golden-colored silken 
curls that she was exploring gently with her fingers now at the 
junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink hair-lined slit 
running the full length of her nakedly displayed pussy caused his mouth 
to water, and his tongue licked his lips with anticipation.

"Get down by my prick," Leonardo ordered, confident now of the aroused 
young blonde's willingness to do anything he said, watching her softly 
trembling tits dance alluringly and her voluptuously rounded asscheeks 
sway obscenely as she crawled on all fours to his command, her 
beautiful long blonde curls pouring down over her shoulders. "Lick my 
cock, Isabella. Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, suck it . . . 
suck it . . ."

Even though she thought that this was not right, she loved Leonardo so 
much that she would do anything to please him. She had even let 
Leonardo screw her before they were married, a thing that her parents 
would not approve of, but she loved him so that it did not matter.

Isabella lavished Leonardo's quivering shaft with her warm, wet tongue, 
brushing and grazing it along its wide underside to its hardened 
cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes, then back 
down to its base and to the dark pubic hair and then lower, down around 
the distended lust-swollen sac of his balls, hot from his boiling cum.

Her first taste of her fiancé's swollen prick instigated wild tremors 
of delight in her voluptuous young body, and she uncontrollably 
balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and 
slowly, tenderly felt her titties and nipples, belly and thighs. 
Mmmmmmmm . . . Isabella was growing wild with frenzy, her belly and 
cunt churning now with a spasming need that she had never dreamed 
existed and which was driving her to the point of a mind-bending cum.

God . . . she loved this!

Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Leonardo's balls and along the 
heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her 
lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his lewd cum-juice far 
into her throat and belly!

Isabella began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small 
shudder of resistance at what she had allowed herself to do passed 
through her momentarily, she realized that she loved the taste of 
Leonardo's cock. She felt the short, wiry hair of his loins against her 
chin and lips, his balls sweeping against her, and as greater 
sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her pussy still hotter, 
nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which began to 
ripple through her naked flesh.

Isabella didn't hear the steps walking up to the pavilion, and didn't 
notice the figure which slipped quickly inside to stare down at them. 
But Leonardo opened his eyes to discover his older brother standing in 
fascination as he watched Isabella's naked form crouched salaciously 
over the huge, rock-hard cock reaching up into her wetly caverned 
mouth. He grinned lewdly, and came over to where she strained and 
pumped to milk her fiancé's painfully aching balls of their hotly 
building juice and in doing so quench the raging fire of lust consuming 
her insides. The sight of Leonardo's heavily pulsing cock buried deep 
between the lips of the girl's widely ovalled lips increased his 
obscenely aroused fascination, and he hissed out his breath as he saw 
her take her hand, which she had been running over her own body, and 
use it to massage the soft resilient skin of Leonardo's balls, then 
tantalizingly stroke the base of his shaft as she continued to suck 
rhythmically up and down.

Leonardo looked up to see his brother Roberto right above them, and 
read the unmistakable lust written all over his face. Isabella's so hot 
now, she won't mind if somebody else joins in, he thought. He looked at 
Roberto and nodded to him. He laughed as he saw the expression of 
surprise, and then, uncontrollable lust crease the face of his brother.

"Come on, join in," he laughed.

Isabella drew her mouth away from Leonardo's cock long enough to see 
who stood above her, but then Leonardo turned her head back around.

"Suck, Isabella, keep sucking me. My brother is just going to make 
things a little bit better for you!"

Isabella's mind reeled at first in disbelief, and yet she sensed a 
quick shock of excitement course through her unprotected loins at the 
same time. Could it be possible that she could want Leonardo's brother 
at the same time as Leonardo? My God, what was happening to her!

Quickly Roberto shed his clothes and then stood with his long jutting 
cock throbbing out in front of him. He grabbed Isabella's flailing 
white asscheeks and leaned down over her back, thrusting his cock 
roughly up against the nakedly defenseless crevice of her smoothly 
curved asscheeks. The narrowly expanded cunt slit was visibly throbbing 
with its lips parted anxiously, its wet pink lips held together by the 
squirming of her thighs up against his hungry loins.

Isabella could not see the face hovering over her ass, but her passion-
filled mind was aware of Roberto behind her, aware of what he wanted to 
do to her while she was so desperately sucking Leonardo's prick. She 
felt the full length of her nakedly spread pussy pulsing anxiously. 
What she was allowing to be done to her was the absolute opposite of 
everything she had stood for, everything she had believed in being! 
Fucking Leonardo was one thing, but letting Roberto fuck her at the 
same time that she was sucking Leonardo was wrong. But she had to have 
the two hardened male cocks fucking into her at the same time. She had 
to . . . but it was so depraved!

Isabella flexed her aching cunt muscles together in a last attempt to 
evade the dual ravishment, but neither that nor her mental denials of 
her sanity helped to ward off the lust-incited Roberto Mendosa. Her 
brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she couldn't apply what 
thinking capacities she had to anything but what was being shoved up 
into her pussy - Roberto's hugely invading prick. The throb of her hot, 
juicy pussy walls seemed to incite his large, alien cock even more, and 
it plowed its way deeper into her vainly resisting cunthole. She felt 
the walls of her cringing pussy clasp around it and she sensed its 
every fleshy ridge as it filled her cunt. Oh God, this wasn't right!

Her mind kept repeating over and over, but she knew it was, and the 
pungent odors of Leonardo's dick slithering lewdly in and out of her 
tightly ovalled lips stung her flared nostrils and she began to 
insanely run her tongue faster over his pumping shaft and bulging head. 
She might be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't want this to 
stop. Her cock-stretched cunt contracted involuntarily as the 
lascivious thought raced out of control through her lust-fogged mind.

Then Roberto drew the girl harder to his loins by grasping her hips 
with his clawing fingers and jerking her backward. He felt her wet 
slippery cunthole flower open more to receive his huge pole to greater 
and greater depths. The cords on her neck and her lips around 
Leonardo's cock were hard and tense as she writhed beneath the two 
monstrous pricks which skewered her naked young body cruelly between 
them.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh," she mewled, her mouth still taut around Leonardo's 
relentlessly screwing cock. "Ohhhh, yes . . . yes . . ." Her words were 
muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body 
was gone.

"Beg me to cunt in your mouth, Isabella," Leonardo said, continuing to 
fuck his shaft into her wetly quivering throat.

"Ohhhhh, yes, fuck me! Fuck your cock in my cunt, Roberto and yes, 
darling Leonardo, cum in my mouth!" she groaned, the thought of her own 
lips spewing out those lewd desires sending new lascivious thrills 
reeling through her. Isabella was hopelessly impaled between Roberto's 
hard-driving cock in her pussy and Leonardo's cock shoved tightly up 
into her mouth, and now, moaning and mewling between them, she began to 
twist and squirm wantonly under the double ravishment and thrust up 
against both men more urgently.

Her small white teeth nibbled her fiancé's prick as it surged with 
increasing tempo into her hungrily sucking mouth, and she clenched her 
thighs in a warm milking action against the pillaging cock methodically 
screwing her hungrily gripping cunthole. The ecstasy of the moment rose 
within Isabella as she tried to suck with the massive pole fucking her 
from behind, and as it slammed harder and harder into her cunt, the 
lust-hardened shaft caressing the smooth wet walls of her pussy, the 
blunt tip would batter her sensitive cervix and pummel it hard. The 
pavilion was lighting up in strange colors for the girl, blinding and 
flashing and mingling with the electrifying shocks that were shooting 
through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.

Leonardo felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex of 
his cock and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his 
ass, watching the girl's blonde head bob lewdly up and down as she 
worked her mouth around his fucking prick. It was a fantastic sight, he 
thought, watching it, though he wondered why she didn't choke. Great 
whorls of lust-impassioned heat were building deep in his cum-swollen 
balls and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin 
droplets from Isabella's firm, white-skinned body, as she bucked 
between him and his brother like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly Roberto groaned aloud and wailed, "Fuck harder! Fuck back, 
Isabella, I'm about ready to blow my balls! Ohh . . . fuck back! Fuck 
back! Jesus!"

Isabella responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in her pleasurable 
but debasing subjugation, raising her hotly quivering asscheeks up 
against the man's thickly expanding cock, driving it back inside her, 
deep up into her naked belly, sending vibrations of lewd delight 
coursing through her laboring young body. She was completely helpless 
to stop herself, and she knew it. She was punishing herself, openly 
feeling she deserved this painful fucking, for her loins were on fire 
more than ever, and she was forced to feed her seething hunger with all 
of the abandonment of a common whore. She deserved this, deserved this! 
And anything else they cared to do!

"Aaaaaaaoooooohhhhh!" Leonardo screamed at her, and in a wild, maniacal 
need for fulfillment, Isabella sucked his hugely throbbing dick like a 
wanton whore, and the hotly pummeling instrument disappeared into a 
strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Leonardo fucked with 
hollowing asscheeks, sinking his cock far into the girl's mouth until 
his wiry pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose.

His softly dangling balls danced lewdly, slapping in unison with his 
pounding thrusts hard against her upraised chin. Then, his cum rolling 
out of his balls like a thundercloud out of the sky, Leonardo suddenly 
jerked his cock from her sucking lips and held the throbbing red shaft 
in his hands only inches away from her lewdly ovalled mouth.

"Oh, no, Leonardo . . . please, I want it! I must have it!" pleaded the 
stricken girl, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of 
unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and she 
tried to pull him to her, her mouth gaping obscenely at his wildly 
jumping prick. But before she could close her widely ovalled lips over 
his cock again, it began to spew hot, slippery cum directly into the 
dark searching cavern of her mouth, and the thick, quick spurts 
streamed milk-like from the swollen cockhead, filling her waiting mouth 
to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of 
the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her throat bobbed up and down, rapidly 
attempting to keep up with the wildly ejaculating rod.

Behind the shamelessly swallowing young girl, Roberto Mendosa could 
feel the cum boiling inside his own lust-heated balls as they beat 
wildly against Isabella's upturned asscheeks. He grunted savagely and 
quickened his stroke, fucking hard and deep until his cock bored far up 
into the hidden recesses of her quivering womb.

"Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh!" Isabella screamed. She wasn't ashamed because she 
was enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed fucking before. Nothing 
mattered to her now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling deep in 
her cunt as Roberto's thickly swollen dick drove in and out of her 
hungrily clutching pussy until the blood-engorged head collided with 
her cervix deep inside with every powerful in-fuck. Then suddenly, she 
shivered beneath him.

"Oooooohhh!" she cried "Ooooohhh, yessss, I'm cummmmmiiinnng . . . 
ooooooohhhh! I'm cuummmmiinnng!" With a deep-throated groan her body 
stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum gushing 
from the throbbing passage and drowning Roberto's hugely impaling 
member with its slippery heat.

Then Roberto went berserk as she grunted out her mind-shattering cum 
against his heated cock, her body jerking spasmodically up against him. 
His harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her 
trembling ass hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his 
exploding hardness all the way to the hilt into the depths of her 
wildly sucking cunt. Isabella thought her insides were about to split 
as she felt the head of the deep-sunk prick flex and flare into a 
hugeness that threatened to tear into her belly.

Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into 
her wildly stretched womb, mixing deliciously with her own pussy 
juices. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless cum as the burning, 
powerful gushes surged deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with 
its hot slick whiteness. The hot, drenched walls of her cunt clasped 
and unclasped around it, working and milking his rod as though trying 
to milk him dry. Cum juice flowed wetly out around his still fucking 
cock, flooding wetly over his balls and the base of his prick as he 
fucked relentlessly up into her.

Brilliant flashes of light filled Isabella's head as she breathed in 
short, desperate gasps, their mingled juices flowing in unchecked 
spurts down between her writhing legs. Reaching frantically back 
between her thighs with both hands to milk desperately at his lewdly 
dancing balls, she felt the giant cock still continuing to throb and 
flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her womb and 
further soaking the cum-drenched pussy hair it was buried in.

"Ooooohhh . . . feels . . . so . . . gooooooodddd . . .!" she screamed. 
The starving inner folds of her cunt sucked fiercely at the lurching 
cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp inside 
her nakedly quivering belly.

The exhausted man collapsed across her body, feeling her insides still 
gushing forth around his rapidly deflating prick. At last, she too gave 
a final jerk and trembled to stillness. Her firm, perfectly sculpted 
body felt drained of everything, her belly filled to the bursting point 
with their hot slippery cum juices.

Roberto lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength, then 
slowly pulled his softened cock out of her totally sated pussy. He 
could see the soaking wet slit of her cunt glistening wetly, the 
insides of her thighs heavily smeared with the white hot juice that 
dripped in tiny rivulets out of her pussy to form a wet, lewd pool 
beneath her.

The old man sighed as the memory faded. That was so long ago, the old 
man thought, and they were all dead now, Roberto and Isabella. Dead but 
not forgotten; he would never forget the one great love of his life. 
Things might have been so different for him here in the United States 
if she had not died in Cuba, life would have been better. This old worn 
house that he called his home would have been a castle if she had 
lived. The woman he had married had been a good woman, and he had loved 
her in his own special way, as much as he could love any woman other 
than Isabella. But his wife had been different, she had been born in 
the United States, and she had been brought up differently, more like 
the American women who were too liberated for his liking. Their two 
sons were much like her, strong, defiant. He was not yet sure if he 
liked the way they had become, it was almost as though they meant to be 
what their tough exteriors made them out to be.

The old man turned his head into the pillow. He had no right to 
criticize his sons that way, they were only doing what they thought was 
right. If they did not run his gang, the Morros, as he thought it 
should be run, then perhaps they were right. They were young men and he 
was old, they knew the times that they lived in and he no longer did. 
If being cruel the way that they were was the only way to survive, then 
he could understand their actions, but just once let him catch them 
misusing their power, and he would tan their hides!



Chapter 2


"So, Bernardo, now that my youngest son is home from New York we will 
have no peace around this house, will we, Salvador?"

Leonardo Mendosa reached out affectionately and rumpled the dark thatch 
of curly black hair on his youngest son's head as he would a child.

"Sure, Dad, and Salvador isn't wild at all," he replied, reaching into 
a pocket of his black leather jacket with the Morros insignia on the 
back for his comb and nervously rearranged his rumpled hair. He hated 
his father when he rumpled his hair that way. That was for boys and 
small children, not for a man such as he. He hated the fact that he 
could not tell him to stop doing it. Under ordinary circumstances, he 
would have told him not to do it anymore, but now, with him so ill, he 
could say nothing.

He was alarmed at how much he'd changed, just since the beginning of 
the summer, but he'd quickly put the thought out of his mind. Old 
people were always getting sick, weren't they? It couldn't really be 
serious. All he had to do was cheer him up a little, like he had ever 
since he was small, and he'd let him get away with anything he wanted.

"Look at him, Salvador," the bedridden older man laughed, turning to 
his elder son, his thin face wreathed in smiles. "Not a hair can be out 
of place. But you make me proud of you. I have heard from my cousin in 
New York and they are all well pleased to have you marry their 
daughter. She too, is pleased to have you as her husband. You did well 
in New York. We have done well through your actions."

"I am glad. She will make a good wife," he said. "It will be a long 
wait for me until she is old enough to be married. How many years will 
it be? Three? Four? Whatever, I will look forward to it anxiously."

Looking from one to the other, Leonardo Mendosa spoke, his voice 
trembling with intensity. "For a father," he said, "all the medicines 
in the world don't do as much as having two sons as fine as you two 
are. Sometimes this summer, when I was really bad, I didn't think I'd 
live to see tomorrow. But now, today, I feel like I could live forever. 
And even if I don't, just seeing my youngest son fulfilling my dream of 
reuniting my family that was so cruelly separated in Cuba, makes all 
things fine."

"And you will be there at the wedding!" Salvador added, his high 
forehead furrowing into an angry frown. "You're talking like you won't 
be here to see the wedding, but you will be, you must be!"

"I hope so," he insisted. "No matter what, I can meet Saint Peter with 
a pure heart because I know I have done my best to bring our family 
together again. I am so proud of my two good sons!"

Leonardo settled back on the pillow and smiled weakly. "It is good to 
have you home again. We have missed you. I'm tired now. I have to 
sleep."

A few moments later, Bernardo and his brother were making their way 
down the hall from their fathers bedroom, both silently worried about 
their father's condition but neither speaking of it to the other.

It seemed to the older brother that his life was full of problems 
lately. Not only was there tension in the Morros gang over how to 
defend their turf from rival gangs, he was also faced with the total 
exposure of his gang and its activities by the biggest newspaper in 
Miami. For months now there had been newspaper articles in all the 
local papers about street gangs in Miami, making it hot for all of 
them, for everything they did was subject to investigation. Sensing the 
issue's vote-getting potential, the mayor had personally instructed the 
police commissioner to launch an all-out war on the most powerful of 
the gangs to break them up, destroy them. At first, Salvador hadn't 
thought too much about it. The Morros had ridden out these things 
before. All you had to do was lie low for a while, and lay off the 
heavy crime and soon the media and the police would almost forget they 
were even alive. That was the way it normally worked, and would have 
worked this time too, but for one man, one stupid, idiot reporter who 
had taken more than a passing interest in the Morros. He had gone after 
them like a holy cause, writing article upon article about them, as 
though he wanted to see them all in the grave. He had come pretty close 
to doing just that too. He had made life so hot for the Morros that 
they could hardly walk down the street without being followed by cops 
or by the reporter himself. Hell, the guy, Rick Taggart was his name, 
seemed to know as much about them, their history, and what they were 
doing as they did. Somehow or another, they were going to have to shut 
the guy up, but how?

They had three choices on how to get rid of the guy, each one posing 
its own particular problems. The whole gang had discussed what to do, 
and a lot of very dangerous arguments had come to the surface during 
the discussion, but eventually, they had all come to the same 
conclusion. They couldn't murder him; it might cause more trouble then 
they could handle. Nor could they try to scare him off. Knowing 
Taggart, it would only make him all the more anxious to destroy them. 
No, the only workable solution was to simply knock him and his 
credibility out of the picture. They had even figured out a fool-proof 
plan, one that could not fall, and it all depended on Bernardo's power 
of persuasion over his sometime girlfriend, Maria Paloma.

Later, after Salvador had explained the plan to his younger brother, 
they both parted to complete their parts of the plan, Salvador going 
off to get the necessary materials, and Bernardo off to find the person 
who could make or break the whole deal. He found her in one of the 
deserted houses the gang used as a hide-out or meeting place. She and 
one of the other Morros members, probably the meanest of the gang, 
Chico Ramirez, were engaged in some sort of weird game. Maria was down 
on her knees in front of the muscular gang member, moving away from 
him. She lurched awkwardly upward, her hugely billowing tits bobbing 
balloon-like up and down as she twisted and swayed, trying to stand up. 
There was something strangely exciting about the tableau they made, and 
Bernardo's cock stiffened against his thigh as he walked toward them, 
realizing that she had been sucking Chico's prick. Unconsciously, he 
moved with the measured, slightly swaggering step the other Latin men 
used to show their superiority to women. The sight of the lewdly 
wriggling and panting girl made his hard young balls contract hotly 
inside his slacks. Chico knew how to handle women, all right. "Salvador 
wants to see you down at the corner of Fourth and Main."

"Yeah? What about?"

Bernardo eyed him coolly. "He's got some business for you to take care 
of."

"Right, man, right. Say, nice to have you back from the Big Apple."

"Thanks."

"Salvador tell you the plans for Taggart?"

"Yeah, that's why he wants you. Gotta get the stuff for the frame and I 
have to get rid of you in order to get my part settled."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later."

With a short laugh, Chico looked at Maria and back at Bernardo, then 
left the two alone.

"That Chico's a fuckin' creep," Maria muttered, getting to her feet 
after the black-haired Chico had made his departure.

"You miss me, Maria?" Bernardo said, knowing damn well she never missed 
anyone. She was a hard-hearted bitch if he had ever met one.

"Oh, you're full of shit," the girl replied disdainfully, combing her 
curly black hair and adjusting her makeup with a pocket minor. "You 
know damned well that I like you as much as I like anyone, but did I 
miss you? Shit, I don't even miss tomorrow if it doesn't come!"

Bernardo smiled, his eyes darkening as he took in her sensuously 
rounded form crammed into the tight-fitting shorts and top, beneath 
which she was apparently not wearing a bra because her tits were molded 
seductively into the halter top, filling the material to the bursting 
point. "Yeah, you didn't look like you missed me very much a few 
moments ago."

Maria shrugged in annoyance. "Oh, that's just a cock. Doesn't matter 
who's it is, I use cocks 'cause I like to fuck. Sometimes I like the 
man who owns the cock, sometimes not. No matter either way."

"And Chico is one you don't like," he asked.

"But I like you," Maria replied.

With that, the sensuous brunette sidled over to Bernardo and pressed 
her body up tight against his, wriggling a little so he could feel the 
surging outline of her titties and the hard mound of her pussy. "Hey 
Bernardo, why don't you and I go have a fast one, huh?"

"Sounds good, Maria," Bernardo answered, his cock throbbing hungrily at 
her obscene invitation. "First I want you to do me a little favor, 
okay?"

"Sure Bernardo, anything you say," Maria said, her eyes fixed on the 
rapidly rising bulge of his cock. "What do you want me to do?"

*   *   *

Nancy Taggart, the pretty blonde-haired wife of the Miami Register's 
star reporter, ran the dusting rag over the top of her husband's desk. 
She liked to keep his study clean and straight for him because she knew 
that he appreciated it, and enjoyed working in an atmosphere of 
cleanliness and order. He had often told her how much more organized 
and clear his own thoughts were and therefore his articles, if his 
surrounding were the same.

She stopped her dusting momentarily as she noticed a half-typed page 
still standing in the typewriter. Leaning over his desk chair, her huge 
titties resting softly on the back of the chair, she read what was 
written on the paper. 


There have been many articles written lately about street gangs, many 
big words, many impractical solutions, but what has actually been done 
about them, why are they still operating; why have all those so-called 
solutions failed?

If the concerned citizen would trouble to find out what had actually 
been done by our so-called "public servants" he would come up wanting.

While it is true that police surveillance was doubled during a period 
of public interest, it was not continued once the interest had dropped 
off and now surveillance is negligible. The gangs are back together, in 
full force, a dangerous force in our streets. But most of all, the most 
feared gang in Miami, perhaps the most cunning and ruthless of all of 
the street gangs, the Morros is stronger than ever before.

The Morros gang may not mean very much to those of you in your 
comfortable suburban homes, but to the people of the barrio it is a 
name to be feared. The Morros are connected with many unsolved crimes - 
rape, murder, theft, none provable because of the great power they hold 
over the people living in their neighborhoods. There is even a gruesome 
story of a so-called "Trophy Room", a cache of mementos from all of the 
crimes the gang has been involved with since its birth in the forties. 
As to what kind of trophies this room contains, I will not even 
speculate except to say that if their crimes are any indication of 
their trophies, then the room must be a grisly sight indeed. 


The article continued a few more paragraphs, but Nancy did not want to 
read any more. With a shiver at the thought that there could be such 
horrible people in the world, she went back to her work.

She so hated the thought that her husband was working on such a 
horrible subject. It could be dangerous fooling around with these local 
street gangs. They might be small-time hoods, but she had seen a 
television program on them once, and they were far more organized and 
ruthless than she had been led to believe. But it didn't really matter 
what she thought, she sighed, Rick had been assigned to do a series of 
follow-up articles on the street gangs and he would do it no matter 
what. That was where he was right now, in fact, digging up some more 
information on the workings and the leaders of these gangs.

Well, she thought determinedly, at least tonight he won't be thinking 
about those stupid street gangs. She was going to make sure of that!

First a wonderful dinner, with all the things he liked best, steak, 
baked potatoes, wine, and a special dessert. Then she was going to put 
on her sexiest housedress, some soft music on the radio and . . .

". . . And seduce him," she said determinedly, her blue eyes resolute 
as she finished the dusting and headed out the door of the study to the 
living room. "No matter what he wants to do, I am going to get him to 
want to fuck me. He will have to fuck me crazy, too!"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. "Who 
can that be?" she wondered as she walked into the living room toward 
the front door of her house, pausing at the hall mirror to brush some 
unruly strands of blonde hair out of her eyes.

Opening the door, she was surprised to find herself face to face with a 
dark-haired Spanish-looking girl clad in a pair of white shorts, a 
tight, glittering T-shirt and narrow thong sandals. Her dark hair was 
jet black, and her face was made up thickly as the Spanish women in 
Miami were apt to do, with a slash of dark red lipstick on her 
sensuously full lips.

"Yes?" Nancy asked, puzzled.

"Is this where Rick Taggart lives?" the girl asked.

"Yes, yes it is."

"The Rick Taggart who's doing an article on the street gangs?"

"That's right."

The girl's face seemed to light up for a moment, as though she were 
relieved. "Can I talk to him? It's real important."

"I'm sorry," Nancy replied. "He isn't home from work yet." She looked 
searchingly at the girl, whose questions seemed charged with a strange 
tension. At the news of Rick's absence, she grew agitated, as though 
this were something she hadn't expected.

"Oh gosh, I've gotta talk to him. It's about, well -" she looked 
uneasily down the street, as though frightened that someone might 
overhear. "It's about his articles. He wants to see me about some info 
on the gangs. But if he's not here . . ."

"Wait!" Nancy called after her as she started down the front walk. 
Something in the brunette's troubled appearance struck a responsive 
chord in the young reporter's wife. She was so pathetic somehow, with 
her thick cosmetics and outrageously tight clothing. "Why don't you 
come in and have a cup of coffee? Maybe you can wait for Rick to get 
back, or perhaps I can help you."

"Well, if you're sure it's no trouble . . ."

"Not at all," Nancy smiled warmly at the girl, and held the door open 
for the stranger to walk by her.

"I'm Nancy Taggart, Rick's wife," she said, holding out her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. My name's Maria."

"Maria? Is that all?" Nancy smiled.

"I'd rather not say the rest," the girl replied, sitting down on the 
sofa in the living room. "I do not want any of the gang to know I am 
here."

"Oh." Nancy sat down opposite her in a comfortable armchair.

"Yeah. Y'see. I know some things about the things Mr. Taggart wants to 
write about. I have grown up with the gangs and I know how they work. I 
am even sometimes a woman for the gangs, you know? But I wanted to tell 
Mr. Taggart some things about what they do, how they work and stuff 
like that."

Maria's voice trailed off, and she nervously fingered the straps of her 
large plastic purse as she talked. "Y'see, Mr. Taggart's maybe the only 
one who is interested in doing anything about any of this right now." 
Suddenly the sophisticated-looking brunette dissolved into tears, and 
she buried her face in her hands.

"Oh, you poor thing," Nancy murmured, her heart immediately swelling 
with sympathy. "I know my husband will want to hear what you have to 
tell him. You just rest here for a few minutes while I make us some 
coffee, all right? And then maybe you can tell me about it."

"That'd be fine," Maria sobbed.

As soon as Nancy was out of the room, however, the deceptive brunette 
hastily dried her eyes and began looking around. She'd accomplished 
half of her mission, getting inside the house and getting Taggart's old 
lady out of the room. Now for the rest.

On the other side of the room she could see an open door leading to the 
study. This must be where he worked, she decided, because his wife 
would have no need for such a place. Moving quickly and quietly across 
to the door, Maria rummaged through her purse for a brown paper bag. 
Inside it were about a hundred little plastic bags that Bernardo had 
given to her. Going over to the desk, she began distributing them 
everywhere, in the drawers, under books and papers, in the cubby holes 
at the back of the desk where Rick kept pencils and unpaid bills.

Her mission accomplished, she glanced toward the kitchen to make sure 
Nancy was still occupied with the coffee, then slipped out the door 
again, closing it softly behind her.

A few moments later, Rick's unsuspecting young wife came back into the 
living room, carrying a large tray with two cups of fresh coffee, sugar 
and cream. "Here we are -" she began, then stopped, startled, thinking 
that perhaps the girl had gone into the bathroom. But the door was open 
and the lights in the bathroom were off.

"She's gone," Nancy murmured, going to the front window to see if 
perhaps she could catch a glimpse of the girl in the street. "How 
strange. She must have let her fear get the best of her. Rick will be 
sorry to hear that, he was probably counting on the information the 
girl was going to give him."



Chapter 3


"REGISTER REPORTER ARRESTED FOR SELLING DRUGS" the headlines of the 
Banner screamed, and underneath was the story of how Rick Taggart had 
sold marijuana to high school students.

"Now, honey, keep calm," Nancy Taggart's hazel-eyed husband counseled 
her from the other side of the screen, brushing a lock of his light 
brown hair out of his eyes. "Obviously it was a frame. One of the 
stories I'm on. The heat was probably too much for them, so whoever it 
was tried to put me out of action. Probably the street gang, you know, 
the Morros. I've been doing a series of articles on them, their goings 
on, their legendary trophy room."

"But how could a street gang do something like framing you? I mean, I 
always thought that they didn't concern themselves with things like 
framing people. I thought they were just small-time punks, juvenile 
delinquents."

"Most of them are, honey. But the Morros, they are a little bit 
different. It's been around for a long time, this Morros gang, started 
by a Cuban refugee in the forties, now it's headed by the man's sons. 
But they're good, and they know what they are about. But then again, as 
good as they are, they are not quite good enough or powerful enough to 
cover all the angles. Just give the cops some time and they'll find out 
that I've been framed. Just don't worry about it. It'll turn out all 
right. Really, honey, don't worry."

Nancy looked longingly through the mesh screen at her handsome young 
husband. With all her heart she wanted to reach out and touch him, hold 
him, and tell him she loved him. But that was against the rules. 
Visitors must have no physical contact with prisoners. All she could do 
was stare numbly at him, her whole being filled with an aching 
loneliness worse than anything she'd ever suffered in her young life.

"Is there anything that I can do? I told the police what happened, but 
is there something I can do? Anything!" she asked, trying to keep her 
voice steady.

"No, you just stay clear of the Morros and let the police handle it. 
They know where to look and they can handle the people."

"But I know I'd recognize the girl again If I saw her. Did you tell 
them that I could go down to the area and see whether I could find 
her?"

"No, if the police pick anybody up, they'll call you to make an 
identification."

A warning bell sounded, indicating that visiting hours were at an end.

"Okay, if you think that it will be better for me to stay put," Nancy 
said, her stomach contracting at the prospect of being separated from 
her husband so soon.

"No. You just stay home and be there if the police need you."

The young reporter smiled as reassuringly as he could at his blue-eyed 
wife, who looked so forlorn on the other side of the screen. "And bring 
me a great big smile next time you come. Okay?"

Nancy nodded, not trusting her voice. Just then a blue-uniformed guard 
approached Rick. "I'm afraid that's all the time you've got, Taggart," 
he said, although his voice wasn't unkind. Rick nodded, and turned his 
back to the screen.

"I love you, honey," he whispered. "And this'll all be over in no time, 
you'll see."

"I love you too, darling. I'll . . . I'll see you."

A few moments later, Nancy was making her way down the broad, steep 
flight of steps that led from the door of the county jail to the 
sidewalk below. She started toward her car which was parked down the 
street, but she suddenly realized that she didn't want to go home. She 
couldn't face the prospect of going home to her empty house, a house 
that she could not tolerate without her husband. She would walk a 
little bit, get her mind off of things for a moment.

Once again Nancy's eyes blurred with tears as her mind went over the 
nightmarish events three days ago. Everything had gone exactly as she 
had planned. The dinner was perfect, and by the time they had finished 
their brandy and coffee, both of them were feeling relaxed and mellow. 
Rick went into the living room to read the paper while Nancy cleared 
the table. Then she slipped into the bedroom and changed into a 
clinging pair of blue satin lounging pajamas that he had given her for 
their anniversary, daubed some of her sultriest perfume behind her 
ears, and loosened her shoulder-length blonde hair so that it fell in 
soft shimmering waves around her face. Satisfied with her appearance, 
she went back into the living room and snuggled down next to her 
husband on the couch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, you smell good," he murmured, burying his lips in the 
softness of her curly blonde hair. "What's all this?" he asked, as he 
opened his eyes and took in her seductive appearance.

"I thought tonight would be a good time to have some fun," his wife 
replied, to his delight.

"I think that's a great idea," Rick whispered, taking her in his arms 
and running his hands over the enticingly smooth surface of the 
clinging pajamas. Her body was soft and yielding underneath, and his 
prick leapt hungrily to life for he knew that beneath the shimmering 
garment she was wearing no bra. Her huge tits rose and fell excitedly 
under his caressing fingers, her nipples tightening into hard pyramidal 
points. Gently he pushed aside the folds of her tie-front jacket so 
that the pearl-white mounds, tipped with the softest coral color, were 
nakedly revealed to his gaze.

Nancy could feel her husband's mounting desire in the trembling of his 
muscular body as he touched her, and in the sudden quickening of his 
breath as he bent to take her tingling nipples into his mouth. She 
leaned back on the couch and let her fingers twine in his sandy hair, 
trying to communicate with her yielding body all the love and 
tenderness she felt for him.

She, too, began to feel a rising excitement as he buried his face 
between her softly billowing tits and reached around to stroke the 
silky plane of her naked back. Her heart beating faster, almost as 
though this were their first night together, she accommodated her 
supple young body to his, arching her back upward to meet his 
increasingly passionate lips and hands.

"Oh Nancy, I want you so much," the lean-bodied young reporter 
whispered. "Sooooo much."

"Then take me, Rick darling, fuck me now!" she heard herself murmuring 
in reply.

Their eyes met, and a galvanic current of love and excitement passed 
between them, igniting a potent spark of desire that licked greedily at 
the blonde bride's loins as they moved into the bedroom. Quickly, Rick 
unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside. His voluptuous young wife ran 
her red-tipped fingers up and down over his naked chest, savoring the 
sculpted hardness of his muscular arms and shoulders, sunburned from 
their weekend trip to the beach. Standing up to embrace him, she let 
the top of her satin pajamas slip off her arms, so that her upper torso 
was completely naked as she pressed herself lovingly against him, her 
huge tits crushing against the warmth of her husband's strong hard 
chest.

Covering her shoulders and neck with warm kisses, Rick ran his hands 
down over the rounded hillocks of her smoothly curved asscheeks, 
squeezing and kneading them until they glowed with a pleasant heat 
beneath the cool satin material. He bent her body backwards over his 
arm so that he could snake his tongue in a lewd wet line from her 
smooth white neck down between the gleaming mounds of her tits, to the 
soft flat expanse of her belly to the waistband of her blue satin 
pajamas. Still supporting her with one strong arm, he used his free 
hand to untie the drawstring at her waist, and with a rustling sound, 
the satin pajama bottoms slid to the floor, leaving Nancy completely 
naked in the half-light of the bedroom.

Rick stepped back far enough so that he could look at his wife for a 
minute, drinking in the sight of her lush nakedness as though he were 
dying of thirst. Nancy, scarcely daring to look him in the eye as he 
gazed with open desire at her young vulnerable body, could see the 
thick bulge made by his aroused cock inside his pants. It looked as 
hard as an iron pipe as it pulsed visibly against his thigh, and the 
experienced young bride felt a thrill of lust course through her lithe 
young body at the thought that soon the enormous staff would be fucking 
deep into her tiny pussyhole all the way to the hilt.

Rick, too, was seized with the same thought, as his eyes roved up and 
down her naked flesh from the golden halo that framed her face and made 
her eyes look an even deeper blue than usual, over the delicate curves 
of her neck and shoulders to the enticing fullness of her sensuously 
ballooning tits, then the indentation of her tiny waist which blossomed 
outward into the softly rounded contours of her hips, and finally over 
the length of her long, perfectly shaped legs. He found his eyes 
returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the downy triangle of softly 
curling cunt hairs at the juncture of her thighs.

His tumescent cock throbbed almost painfully with the desire to fuck 
into her wet pink cunt, to lose himself inside her cunt depths as if 
her pussy were a cave, a place of refuge from all the storms that 
seemed to be gathering around him. Harsh masculine lust thundered 
through his twenty-two-year-old body, and it took all his willpower and 
control to restrain himself from throwing Nancy down on the floor and 
assaulting her vulnerably inviting nakedness with all his strength. But 
that would be a mistake, he knew. Maybe later. But not yet. Not 
tonight, tonight he was going to take it slow. Now Rick picked her up 
in his arms, and began carrying her onto the bed, while his naked wife 
clung to him happily.

He set her down gently on the bed, and then, never taking his eyes from 
her lushly inviting nakedness, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of 
both his pants and shorts. Nancy gasped as his thickly throbbing prick 
sprang free from the confines of his clothing, standing out 
perpendicularly from the tangle of his brown pubic hair.

He walked over to the bed, his hard, lust-swollen balls bobbing against 
his hair-fringed thighs as he moved. Lowering himself onto the bed 
beside her, he again took his wife in his arms, and Nancy thrilled as 
she felt the vein-ridged surface of his huge cock surge wildly against 
the smooth skin of her naked thigh. Soon they were locked together in a 
wordless embrace, their hands eagerly exploring each other's body as 
they rolled about their wide double bed with rapidly mounting abandon.

Rick could scarcely believe the intensity of his young wife's responses 
to his lovemaking, for she twined her arms and legs around him eagerly 
and pressed her full red lips against his own with a longing that was 
freer than anything she had ever ventured before. Finally he could 
restrain himself no longer. He had to have her! Now!

Rolling over on top of her naked, enticingly outstretched body, he 
propped himself up on one elbow and began positioning the heavily 
pulsing head of his thick cock at the hotly welcoming entrance to her 
cunt, relishing the fur-like softness of her pussy curls against his 
sensitized hardness.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Nancy sighed as the smooth blood-filled tip of his cock 
began to penetrate slowly up inside her, widening her tightly gripping 
cunt little by little as it advanced. It felt so good, so wonderful up 
between her legs, at once satisfying and heightening the desperate 
longing there. Fearfully, but with less and less resistance, she wound 
her arms around his neck, inviting him to thrust all the way into her 
slippery cum-drenched pussy.

Suddenly their idyllic fucking was interrupted by the sounds of a harsh 
knocking on the door. For an instant they stared at each other, frozen 
in position. Nancy could still see Rick's face as it was in that 
moment, his brow furrowing with annoyance as the pounding on the door 
was repeated.

"Open up in there!" a stern male voice demanded. "Police!"

The rest of the evening flashed rapidly before the troubled young 
wife's eyes like a movie montage - Rick hurrying to the door after 
slipping on his pants, while she quickly pulled on her dressing gown, 
the police's efficient search of the apartment after producing a 
warrant, culminating with the find in the bookshelf, nearly a kilo of 
marijuana packaged for sale, after which they took Rick off to the 
police station with Nancy following by taxi.

It was unbelievable to the naive young girl that such a thing could 
happen to them. Her childhood had left her totally unprepared ever to 
deal with being suddenly on the wrong side of the law. Of course, it 
was ridiculous to arrest Rick. The marijuana had obviously been planted 
in his bookshelf by that dark-haired Spanish girl who had paid such a 
mysterious visit earlier that day. But she had no proof, only her own 
word, and that wasn't enough for the police. If only they could find 
the girl again and force her to tell the police what she knew! But as 
Rick said, that might be nearly impossible.

With a helpless sigh, Nancy walked a few more steps before she decided 
to go back to the car, but as she looked up to see where she had 
walked, however, her mouth fell open in astonishment and disbelief. On 
the street, scarcely fifty feet away from her, was the very girl the 
police were looking for, walking toward her! There was no mistaking it. 
Nancy would know that close-cropped dark hair and thickly made-up face 
anywhere.

The young reporter's wife couldn't move as Maria came toward her, even 
pausing practically in front of her to look in the window of a dress 
shop. Suddenly, as though she could feel the intensity of Nancy's stare 
through the plate glass, she glanced up. The two womens' eyes met and 
Nancy silently mouthed "Maria!"

And then the girl was gone. Realizing she was recognized, the Spanish 
girl took off like a shot down the street, while Nancy, moving equally 
fast, raced down the street in pursuit. She was just in time to see the 
girl disappear around the corner into a worn-out residential block and 
without even stopping to think about the consequences, she hurried 
after her.

Had Rick's young wife been more familiar with the layout of the 
downtown district of Miami, she wouldn't have been so surprised at 
seeing Maria suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere. For only a few 
minutes distant was the neighborhood controlled by the cruel Morros 
gang and in this block was one of the hangouts of the gang.

Inside of the white, two-story hangout, Bernardo Mendosa called to 
Chico, who was in one of the bedrooms.

"Fuck it!" Bernardo Mendosa yelled belligerently, a little drunk from 
the beer he had been drinking. "Hey, Chico, do we got any more beer?"

"Yeah, in the front, by the door," Chico called back, snapping his 
fingers nervously as he walked into the living room.

Bernardo grinned at Chico, then took a large swallow of his beer, and 
was about to say something when the front door suddenly burst open and 
Maria raced into the room.

"Hey, Bernardo," she breathed. "I just spotted that Taggart woman on 
the street. I think she saw me, too. I ran like hell to tip you off she 
was around."

"You sure she recognized you?"

"I'm pretty sure she did, yeah. I took off as fast as I could, but . . 
. but I think she might've been following me."

"Shit! That was real smart to bring her right here, Maria, real smart!"

"Well, what was I gonna do? I thought she might be heading here 
anyway," the curvaceous brunette replied huffily.

"Yeah, yeah, well just get out the back door before she gets here. Me 
and Chico'll take care of her."

Maria had scarcely disappeared into the gloom at the back of the house 
when Nancy's slender form became visible at the door, out of breath, 
and straining to see inside of the building to catch a glimpse of the 
girl she had been following.

"Not a bad piece of ass, is she?" he whispered to Chico as they watched 
the voluptuous blonde as she tried to decide whether to enter the 
deserted house.

"Not bad? Man I could eat that full o' ice cream!" Chico replied.

"Yeah, me too," Salvador's degenerate young brother replied, laughing.

Unaware of the lewd observations being made about her by the two 
semidrunk men inside, Nancy was still hesitating on the doorstep, 
wondering if they lived in the house or not, since she wasn't sure that 
this was where the brunette had gone, but unwilling also to abandon her 
chase just when she seemed so near her goal. If she didn't follow 
through now, she might never have another chance to find the girl who 
she was sure had left the marijuana in their house, and Rick might rot 
in jail for months!

"Excuse me," she said rather timidly to the two men who had come to the 
door. "Do you know the girl who just came in? Could I speak with her?"

Chico shot a quick glance over toward Bernardo, then replied, "I didn't 
see nobody, lady. But you can come in and look around if you want to."

"Maybe I can help the lady out," Bernardo offered, sauntering to the 
door and holding it open for the young girl to come in. He was much 
more drunk than he realized, and his voice and stance were a little 
unsteady as he approached. "I'm . . . the owner of the house. Come on 
in and I'll see," he paused, his mouth curling in an arrogant smile. 
"What can I do for you?"

Nancy was a little surprised at the sudden appearance of the slender 
but extraordinarily handsome youth. He looked too young to really be 
the owner of the house, but she assumed he was telling the truth.

"Well, I don't know actually. I was looking for a girl I know. I saw 
her on the street, and I . . . I tried to catch up to her, but she 
didn't see me. I thought I saw her come in this house."

"Why don't you just call her on the telephone?"

"I . . . I can't do that. You see, I don't know her number. It's 
terribly important that I find her. Once more Nancy described Maria in 
detail, and Bernardo became a little alarmed at the accuracy of her 
memory. It wasn't a good idea to have this babe nosing around looking 
for Maria. Apparently she'd already connected the girl with the arrest 
of her husband. Why else would she be so hot to find her? It hadn't 
occurred to him in the flush of his easy victory that Taggart's wife 
would be so ready to go out on her own, or that she would have 
remembered Maria so accurately. And now she'd traced her to the Morros 
turf which was definitely not a happy turn of events. Somehow he had to 
get her off the track, scare her enough so she wouldn't come around 
butting her nose in his business again.

"Yeah, I think somebody like that did go into the house next door," he 
replied thoughtfully. "If she did, why I know the people, and I could 
got the name for you."

"I don't think she'd get in touch with me," Rick's young wife replied 
ruefully. "You see, it's terribly complicated." The confused reporter's 
young wife suddenly felt overwhelmed with the apparent hopelessness of 
the situation and with frustration at having lost her quarry after 
having the good fortune to spot her on the street. It seemed like an 
unnecessarily cruel twist of fate, and her eyes began to fill with 
tears. "I'm terribly sorry," she apologized, "it's just that my husband 
was arrested for something he didn't do, and I'm sure that girl has 
some information about it that could . . . could affect his case. My 
name is Nancy Taggart. My husband's a newspaper reporter and he has 
been framed."

"Oh, you mean you're that Taggart guy's wife? The one arrested on the 
marijuana charges?" Bernardo asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, Mrs. Taggart, why didn't you say so. Why, I think we could help 
you right now."

Nancy's eyes widened hopefully at his words. "Oh, do you really think 
you could? I'd be so grateful! You don't know how much it means to me!"

"Well, I think I could tell you a few things you'd be interested in," 
Bernardo said. "Just follow me."

Silently he signaled to Chico to join them, then preceded Nancy all the 
way to the back of the house. Opening the door, he stepped aside to let 
her pass him. No sooner were they inside, than the young wife turned in 
surprise as she heard the sound of the key once again in the lock, this 
time locking them in. She felt a tremor of fear as she saw Chico, 
muscular and ominous-looking, and Bernardo, lean and wiry, staring at 
her, smiling oddly, and she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her 
stomach.



Chapter 4


"Well, well, well," Bernardo said, pocketing the key and surveying her 
with interest. "So you're that no good drug-pushing reporter's wife. 
You're not a bad-looking cunt, Mrs. Taggart, not bad at all!"

Nancy could hardly believe the sudden change in the young man's 
attitude. "How dare you speak to me like that?" she demanded, beginning 
to feel alarmed as the two young men started moving closer to her.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Mrs. Taggart," Bernardo 
said, extending his hand. "My name's Bernardo Mendosa. Me and my 
brother ought to be real well known to you and your husband. Me and 
Salvador are the leaders of the gang your husband likes to write so 
many articles about. We are the leaders of the Morros. The most famous 
street gang in all of Miami!"

Nancy fell backwards as though she'd been physically struck when she 
realized who he was. All at once everything fell into place, even the 
strange, worn-out building Maria had led her into. Of course, she knew 
about the Morros. Rick had written so many articles about the Morros 
that she felt she knew each dangerous member personally. It was 
interesting that Maria had come to their hideout. The marijuana had 
been planted by the Morros gang, just as Rick suspected, to get him off 
their backs.

"Now just what was it you wanted to talk to Maria about, Mrs. Taggart?"

"You know perfectly well what I wanted to talk to her about," Nancy 
sputtered. "She came to our house the morning before my husband was 
arrested and she planted those marijuana sacks, and you know it! Now 
let me out of here, you . . . you cheap hoodlum!"

Bernardo and Chico exchanged amused glances at the young blonde wife's 
outburst, but made no movement to open the door. "Say, man, she's real 
excited, isn't she?" Chico said. "Making up stories about some niña 
named Maria. You know anybody named Maria, Bernardo? I don't."

"Me neither. Never heard of anybody with that name before. Say, Chico, 
I'll bet I know why she's so upset. Her hombre's been in the jail for 
three nights. The little lady probably ain't been gettin' any cock, you 
know? She must be just dying for a good fuck. Nobody shoved a big hot 
cock up in her pussy for four whole days. Chicas go crazy after a while 
if they don't get fucked good, might even start seeing things."

"Yeah, that's right. Maybe we oughta help her out, huh?"

To Nancy's horror, the muscular street-gang member reached down lewdly 
and began stroking the ample bulge of his cock and balls inside his 
tight trousers, grinning at her lasciviously. An icy shiver of terror 
coursed through her ripe young body as the two men began advancing 
slowly toward her, stalking her like wolves after their prey. Both of 
them, particularly Bernardo, were more than a little high. The 
reporter's wife's eyes opened wide in fear as she looked at the two 
Morros members, her glance darting from one to the other, as she backed 
toward the door.

"Don't you touch me," she whispered. "You're in enough trouble already. 
I'll go to the police."

Her continued defiance only served to excite in Bernardo an even keener 
lust. From his earliest childhood he had been surrounded by an 
atmosphere permeated with the subtle sexual subjugation of women. 
Shielded from most knowledge of his father's activities with the gang 
when he was a child, he had nonetheless been fascinated by the Cuban 
men's ability to control women. It seemed one of the most exciting 
aspects of masculinity, real masculinity, to be able to get anything 
you wanted from chicks. Maria and his cousin Rosita had been his 
favorite opportunities to try out his own powers so far, but already he 
was learning, learning that you didn't have to take any back-talk from 
chicas. Now he had in his power the delectable young wife of an enemy 
of the Morros and he was going to teach her and her husband a lesson 
about messing around with the street gang, especially the Morros, a 
lesson he was going to enjoy and they would never forget!

"You aren't goin' nowhere until we're finished with you, chica," he 
slurred, grabbing Nancy's slender wrist harshly and pulling her toward 
him. Christ, she had big tits, bigger than any he'd ever seen before! 
Already he could feel his cock throbbing heatedly against his thigh at 
just the thought of enjoying the luscious body of the girl who had 
suddenly fallen into his possession. Drunken images of all the things 
he'd like to do with her poured into his mind. This was a real prize! 
Not just one of the gang's women who'd practically spread their legs on 
demand, but an outsider, a chick who didn't know yet who was boss. 
Well, he was gonna show her, all right!

Suddenly Nancy began struggling like a wildcat, twisting and kicking 
with all her might, and screaming for help. Surprised at her sudden 
violence, Bernardo relaxed his grip, but her freedom only lasted for an 
instant. Chico intercepted her and delivered a brutal slap to the side 
of her face that sent her reeling backward against the wall.

"Try that again, bitch, and next time I won't bother to open my hand. 
You'll get a fistful of what you just got, and you won't look so pretty 
afterwards, right Bernardo?"

"Yeah," Salvador Mendosa's degenerate younger brother replied, having 
watched the sudden attack on the young reporter's wife with mounting 
arousal. Chico knew how to handle women, all right, for Nancy was 
cowering against the opposite wall, whimpering with the pain of the 
harsh slap and obviously much more subdued.

"What'll we do with her now, Chico?" Bernardo asked, giving the older 
gang member a chance to have a say in the matter.

Chico grinned. "Let's see what kind of woman we got here."

Grabbing Nancy's arm, he pulled her roughly into the middle of the 
dingy room, then held her arms tight behind her back. "Go ahead, 
Bernardo" he urged. "Get her naked."

"No! No!" Nancy pleaded. "Leave me alone, please!" Why was this 
happening to her? Why?

But the two gang members were deaf to her pleas. Insolently, Bernardo 
began unbuttoning the front of her dress, ripping off the buttons that 
his fingers couldn't undo easily. Pushing the thin cotton material 
roughly aside, he began a lewd caress of her huge, softly billowing 
tits, still clad in her white silk slip and bra.

Abandoning the attempt to undress her in the ordinary way, he reached 
into his jacket, withdrew a switchblade, and proceeded to slice through 
the thin straps of her undergarments. Then he pushed her slip and bra 
downward around her waist so that the quivering white mounds of her 
titties were nakedly exposed to his lust-filled gaze.

Nancy squirmed helplessly in Chico's iron grip as the completely amoral 
gang member began a lewdly insulting caress of her heaving tits, 
squeezing and kneading them shamelessly while the two Morros continued 
their obscene jests about her.

"Shit, I'll bet Taggart's really anxious to get out of jail and get 
home to these tits," Bernardo joked, bouncing the huge mounds on his 
hands and tweaking her nipples teasingly until Nancy felt little 
knifelike stabs of sensation in the tender flesh, which now began to 
tighten and stand out from the surrounding aureoles.

"Maybe we could send him a letter to tell him we're taking care of his 
wife for him," Chico suggested, and they laughed drunkenly at their own 
humor.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Nancy moaned helplessly. "What do you 
want from me?"

"Oh baby, this is all for you," Bernardo insisted, his voice full of 
feigned kindness. "We just want to give you something nice to think 
about next time you or your hubby are tempted to make trouble for the 
Morros gang, that's all!"

Savoring the young wife's look of fear and utter humiliation, Bernardo 
Mendosa reached up under her skirt and began stroking the smooth nylon-
clad flesh of her thigh, pushing the material of her dress and slip 
upwards out of the way. Nancy felt his hand on the bare flesh at the 
top of her stockings, and inwardly she cursed herself for having been 
so foolhardy as to come into the neighborhood alone and try to find 
Maria on her own. She should have called the police when she saw the 
girl, not followed her right into the hangout of the gang who was 
responsible for her husband's arrest. Now she would be lucky, probably, 
if she got out of here alive!

Bernardo by now was lewdly worming his fingers under the tight elastic 
legband of her white nylon panties, oblivious to the restraints of her 
encumbering clothing, and Nancy cringed as she felt his fingers graze 
lightly over the soft cushion of her trembling pussy mound and then 
relentlessly insinuate themselves into the narrow split between them. 
It was incomprehensible to the captive reporter's wife that Bernardo or 
anyone could be so corrupt.

Now Chico's hands reached around from behind her and seized the softly 
trembling flesh of her nakedly quivering tits, while his fellow Morro 
continued his lewd searching at the entrance to her tightly clenched 
cunthole. Nancy was sandwiched helplessly between the two unscrupulous 
hoodlums, her legs forced open by the obscene pressure of Bernardo's 
hands. She no longer tried to fight them, mindful of the terrifying 
switchblade that Bernardo had produced so readily from beneath his 
jacket, and also hoping that if she surrendered, her ordeal would be 
over sooner.

"Nice tight pussy," Bernardo hissed, pressing his extended middle 
finger forward, up into the tight recesses of her cunt. "Just the way I 
like 'em!"

Nancy tried to close her ears to the crudity of the two depraved 
street-gang members, forcing her mind to think of other things, of 
Rick, of home, of anything that would dull the sharp edge of terror and 
humiliation she felt. But suddenly Bernardo forced her back to reality 
by dropping to his knees in front of her and, reaching all the way up 
underneath her dress and slip, gripping the tight elastic waistband of 
her panties and drawing them down over her long slender legs!

Flinging them aside, he forced her legs even farther apart and, placing 
his hands on her naked hips, spread the blonde-fringed lips of her 
pussy wide apart with his thumbs, exposing the pinkly glistening flesh 
of her tender cunt to his lust-filled gaze. Inserting his middle finger 
in between her cringing cuntlips, the depraved Morros leader began a 
tantalizing massage of the tiny bud of her clit which, with her fleece-
lined pussylips spread so wide, stood out prominently from the 
surrounding flesh.

Involuntarily Nancy emitted a groan as a tremor of unwanted pleasure 
coursed through her nakedly exposed young body, now assaulted, it 
seemed, from every direction by the lewdly rampaging hands of her 
tormentors, for while Bernardo was exploring the hidden recesses of her 
cunt and clit, Chico was still pinching and squeezing her now achingly 
erect nipples, until the sensations from both areas synchronized, and 
the tormented young reporter's wife began to feel an unwanted heat that 
twisted and churned erotically throughout her body with rapidly growing 
intensity.

Oh no, she thought desperately. Not that, please. Not now, not like 
this! In the situation she was in now, it seemed the most shameful 
thing in the world to her that her body should suddenly begin to 
respond to these hoodlums' lewd manipulations. But it was true!

Bernardo noticed it, too, for a sudden gush of her hot pussy juices 
cascaded downward from her cunt over his obscenely probing fingers. The 
awareness that despite all her protests and the humiliation of her 
situation the young blonde was becoming hotly excited by his lewd 
fingerfucking set off skyrockets of lust in his brain. With a growl of 
pure lust, he suddenly lowered his head and still keeping his middle 
finger firmly screwed deep inside Nancy's tingling pussy, began sucking 
on the distended nubbin of her tiny-sensitive clit.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhh," Nancy moaned, as hot flashes of 
irresistible desire tore through her lewdly splayed loins with the 
force of a tornado.

Desperately she tried to wriggle away from the tantalizing sensation, 
but she was powerless against the overwhelming strength of the muscular 
Chico, whose arms still encircled her tightly. And another force, too, 
had to be contended with - the force of her own body's always ravenous 
desires which, now, in the clubhouse of the Morros gang, was clamoring 
for release.

As Bernardo Mendosa's tongue whirled and danced over her nakedly 
throbbing clit and his middle finger fucked ruthlessly deep inside her 
clenching pussyhole, Nancy was horrified to realize that her struggles 
were gradually subsiding, as though she had no will of her own. Every 
inch of her nearly naked body was alive with a desperate hunger she 
could neither suppress nor deny. All she could do was lean back 
helplessly against the massive bulk of Chico's body, while the 
obscenely aroused gang member continued his lewd oral caresses.

Bernardo could barely contain his own excitement as his lips and tongue 
continued to tease and lick at Nancy's pinkly swollen little clit, and 
his middle finger probed at her tender cunt flesh until he could feel 
the hard tip of her cervix deep inside her cum-slick pussy. He forced a 
second finger up inside the slippery hole, and then began opening and 
closing them in a lewd scissoring motion that made the ravaged young 
reporter's wife writhe in sensual delight. She was digging it, really 
digging being fingerfucked, Bernardo thought triumphantly. This was the 
way to handle a woman, for sure! Drive 'em crazy with fucking and slap 
'em silly if they gave you any trouble!

His cock and balls were throbbing wildly with unreleased cum, and he 
began to become impatient for his own satisfaction. Standing up 
suddenly, the younger gang leader began undoing his belt and unzipping 
the front of his trousers. He was going to screw this bitch silly right 
here and now! Fuck her senseless with all his might, and when he was 
through with her, she'd know better than ever to let her husband mess 
around with the Morros gang.

Nancy was weeping hysterically now, in short guttural sobs that shook 
her whole naked body, both from fear and humiliation, and with the 
sudden cessation of the powerful desires that had roused her nakedly 
trembling young body to unbelievable heights of passion. Now the 
captive reporter's wife watched in horror and fascination as Bernardo's 
huge, lust-swollen cock burst forth from the confines of his tight 
Levi's and swayed blindly in the air like some menacing instrument of 
torture and release.

He was going to fuck her with it, she knew, compel her to take its huge 
throbbing thickness into her softly pulsing pussy depths right here in 
the presence of another Morros member who was holding her, and whose 
own rigidly straining shaft she could feel through her clothing along 
the crease of her asscheeks, throbbing in heated excitement at the 
possibility of seeing her fucked by one of his leaders.

Perhaps - Nancy's mind reeled at the thought - perhaps they would both 
screw her forcibly! There was nothing to stop them, after all. Helpless 
to defend herself in any way, Nancy saw Bernardo coming toward her, his 
hand gripping his heavily throbbing young prick, while his mouth curled 
upward in a smile that was at once cruel and oddly exciting.

To Nancy's eyes, he seemed to move like a figure from a dream, silently 
and in seemingly slow motion. To her own horror, she felt her heart 
beating faster in anticipation as he approached, even while every ounce 
of her consciousness resisted the horrible attack to which she knew she 
would momentarily have to submit. Her pussy contracted hotly of its own 
volition, as though it couldn't wait to have Bernardo's thickly pulsing 
cock fucking into its hungry depths.

Now the young gang leader was directly in front of her, so close that 
Rick's naked young wife could feel his warm breath on her naked skin as 
he rubbed the velvety tip of his hugely throbbing cock against the 
softness of her naked belly, causing her to moan helplessly with 
unwanted excitement. A slight shifting of Chico's position forced her 
to flex her knees a little, placing the entrance to her wetly 
glistening pussylips exactly against the massive cock-head of the young 
gang member.

"Oh, please, don't do this to me," she groaned, pleading as much with 
the capricious forces that governed her own bodily responses as with 
the lust-driven man whose heavily jerking prick was already beginning 
to screw upwards into her cum-drenched cunthole.

To her surprise, this time her pleas seemed to have some effect, for 
not only did Bernardo's cock disappear from its position between her 
lewdly splayed thighs, but Chico also stopped his tantalizing caress of 
her naked tits. Opening her eyes, Nancy saw that Bernardo was looking 
beyond her to one of the doors. Twisting her body around to follow 
their gaze, Nancy saw that another young Morros gang member, a little 
older than the other two, had entered the room and was looking at the 
lewdly occupied trio.

Salvador Mendosa, leader of the Morros gang, looked first at his 
younger brother and then at the young blonde with the sensuously naked 
body who was trying desperately to cover up her voluptuous form.

It wasn't just the lewdly undraped blonde that riveted Salvador's eyes 
to the wild scene, although the sight of her naked body pressed 
backward against Chico's massive bulk started an immediate lusty 
pounding in his cock, but the sight of his younger brother, his face 
twisted in a lascivious smile as his hands began to ease his thickly 
jerking prick up into the blondely furred pussy of his captive. It 
seemed to Bernardo's brother that Bernardo had really grown up. He had 
always known that of course; in some ways he had always considered his 
brother a man. Still, even with all of Bernardo's boasting, he had just 
never realized how much of a man he really was, until this very moment.

But there was something else, too, a look in Bernardo's eyes that was 
so familiar to his brother, a certain spirit of rebellion and defiance 
that shone confidently out of him. That was it, confidence. Salvador 
realized suddenly that it was the same kind of look he had glared out 
at the world when he had become leader of the Morros gang as his father 
had before him. For the first time, he realized the truth of what 
Bernardo had been telling him for months, that he was a man in all 
ways, just as Salvador and the rest of the gang were.

"Bernardo, Chico," he said after a moment. "You two clear out, I have 
some talking to do with this woman." When the younger Mendosa hesitated 
at his brother's command to leave, Salvador's reaction was sharp and 
sudden, like the leader he was, asserting his leadership to those in 
his command. "You heard me, Bernardo, I said get out, didn't I? And get 
your cock back in your pants!"

Startled, Bernardo did as he was told, but not before a dark look of 
resentment crossed his features.

"And Bernardo," his older brother called after him as he went toward 
the door, "No Morros does anything like this without consulting me 
first. Comprende?"

His face crimson, the self-willed younger Mendosa nodded shortly, then 
disappeared into the darkness of the dingy building, followed by Chico.



Chapter 5


Once the other two gang members had gone Salvador turned his attention 
to Nancy Taggart, who was still standing half-naked in the center of 
the filthy room, nervously clutching around her curvaceous body what 
little remained of her bra and slip and the unbuttoned bodice of her 
dress. Still unnerved by the encounter with his younger brother, 
Salvador scarcely looked at the reporter's wife, whose recent naked 
trembling was sharply etched in his brain, but he knew who she was and 
who her husband was.

"You can put your clothes on behind that wall over there," he said, 
nodding in the direction of the other end of the room where a wall had 
been opened up into the next room.

Rick Taggart's young wife was still in a state of near-shock from her 
lewd manhandling by Bernardo and Chico, and was grateful for the 
opportunity to retreat for a few moments before confronting yet another 
ominous member of the Morros gang. Gathering up her limp pair of white 
nylon panties from the floor where they had been flung in her struggles 
with Salvador's younger brother and the other Morros, she made her way 
unsteadily into the hole in the wall and into the other room to repair 
her ravaged appearance and jumbled thoughts.

Her heart pounded fearfully at the knowledge that she was now in the 
presence of Salvador Mendosa, whose exploits in the world of street 
gangs were widely known throughout the city. What had she gotten 
herself into, she thought, as she dressed herself in her battered 
clothes. She was right in the middle of a potentially dangerous 
situation, and her only desire was to get out as quickly as possible.

Growing up in a secluded section of the East where, as far as she knew, 
life was still lived in the relatively honest spirit that she had 
always enjoyed, the young blonde had never fully grasped the reality of 
a life where joining a street gang was the only hope of survival. In 
her world, the existence of a gang like the Morros was a product of the 
imagination only, the subject for best-selling novels and movies, but 
never actually a force that she herself would have to contend with. But 
her encounter with Bernardo and Chico brought home to her the 
relentless brutality of life on the streets of the ghetto.

These men would stop at nothing, she realized, to protect themselves. 
Perhaps Rick Taggart was wrong to try to expose them and destroy them. 
Already he was in jail, and she had been saved from a brutal rape by 
two hoodlums only by the unexpected intervention of the Morros gang 
leader himself, and she had no idea what fate awaited her when she went 
out into the other room. Frightened nearly out of her wits, the abused 
young reporter's wife's only thoughts centered on removing herself and 
her husband from danger.

"Now, what the hell are you doing down here on Morros turf?" Salvador 
asked her when she finally climbed back through the hole in the wall 
separating the two rooms. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He 
was going to really make her squirm.

"My name is Nancy Taggart," the beautiful blonde replied in a trembling 
voice. "My husband is Rick Taggart, the reporter who's supposed to 
write a series of articles about you and about your gang the Morros and 
about street gangs in general."

Salvador, leaning up against a wall, laughed shortly at her words. 
"From what I read in his own newspaper, your husband's gonna be too 
busy writing articles about himself to have any time to write articles 
about the Morros. Selling grass to high school students - still a 
serious crime in this state," he informed her, looking very serious.

Nancy fought down an angry reply. She had to tread carefully now, and 
she knew it instinctively.

"My husband has never even smoked any marijuana, let alone sold it to 
anyone, kids included," she replied vehemently. "The day he was 
arrested, a Spanish girl came to our house saying she had something to 
tell Rick for his newspaper article. I went into the kitchen to get her 
a cup of coffee because she was crying, and when I came back she was 
gone. That afternoon the cops got an anonymous phone call saying that 
Rick was selling grass. They came over to the house and found all that 
marijuana. It must have been planted by that Spanish girl."

"That still doesn't explain what you are doing in Morros territory," 
Salvador said noncommittally, although he listened to her story with 
interest. "I mean, lady, this is a dangerous neighborhood for a gringa 
to walk into alone."

"I know, but I had to," Nancy continued. "I had to find that girl, I 
had to clear my husband's name. I saw her on the street a few minutes 
after I got here and followed her. I was pretty sure she came into this 
house. When I asked about her, your brother and that other Morro 
brought me in here. And that's all I know."

"What did the girl look like?" Salvador asked casually.

Nancy again described Maria's appearance, but the gang leader already 
knew who the young Spanish girl was, because after all, he had sent her 
to the Taggart house in the first place. Pretty soon she was going to 
be out on the streets to support her habit, like a lot of other girls 
in the neighborhood. So it was Maria who'd done him the favor of 
getting Taggart off their backs. She had done it for enough money to 
buy herself a fix for a week.

"So you followed her into a cruddy old building in this neighborhood 
knowing the risk you were taking?"

"Well," Nancy replied, choosing her words carefully, "I wasn't thinking 
of risk at the time. The most important thing on my mind was finding 
that girl and clearing my husband."

Salvador smiled indulgently. "Yeah, but look what happened to you 
because you weren't thinking about what you were doing. It was damn 
lucky for you I came along. But the fact is, Mrs. Taggart, I don't know 
nothing about any girl like you described. That description fits most 
of the women on our turf. Anyway, we have nothing against your husband. 
I mean, he's just doing his job, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right," Nancy answered, after looking at the Morros 
leader for a moment. She had no real reason to trust his word, but 
something about the way he swore his innocence impressed her. In fact, 
her whole impression of Salvador Mendosa, the supposedly dangerous 
leader of the Morros was rapidly becoming very different from what she 
had expected from her husband's descriptions of him.

"Well, then, who planted the grass on him?"

"Well, even a reporter's wife doesn't know all of the stories he is 
working on. Maybe somebody else had something to hide that he was 
finding out about and this was their way of getting him out of the 
way."

The powerfully built Morros leader was beginning to enjoy the little 
game he was playing with Rick Taggart's naive young wife. Surveying her 
calmly from beneath his heavy eyelids, he couldn't help noticing that 
Nancy was exceptionally beautiful, with a face and figure that looked 
as if they were made for fucking. I wouldn't mind throwing a fuck into 
her, he found himself thinking as his eyes wandered over her wavy 
blonde hair and the huge, softly swelling contours of her tits. A 
button had ripped off the front of her dress and in the space it left, 
he could see the tantalizing shadow of her cleavage, a deep canyon 
between the soft mounds of her hugely billowing tits.

He remembered, too, with a sudden rush of keenly felt sexual 
excitement, the image of this voluptuous blonde girl as she had been 
when he first entered the derelict room, her lush body nearly naked, 
her long white legs wide apart to receive the throbbing length of his 
younger brother's pulsing cock. She'd been scared, yes, but also 
flushed with desire for it. Christ, a kid like Bernardo wouldn't even 
know what to do with a body like that, Salvador thought. This chica 
oughta be laid by a real man, not some relatively inexperienced little 
man like his younger brother or her own husband. She'd probably never 
really been turned on in her life. An idea began to form in Salvador's 
scheming brain, a scurrilous idea whose moral aspects he didn't even 
bother to question.

"Of course," he said, moving away from the wall and walking casually 
around the garbage cluttered room, "there's no reason why we can't help 
each other out, is there?"

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"Well," he paused, standing behind her, "I got a lot of connections in 
this neighborhood, you know. It's possible, just possible that I might 
be able to get some information about this Maria you need to talk to."

Nancy turned to face him, looking up at him with eyes wide with 
disbelief and sudden hope. "Oh, do you think you could? You don't know 
how grateful I'd be if I thought that you could help me clear my 
husband."

"Just how grateful would you be?"

"What do you mean?"

"One good turn deserves another, doesn't it? What would I get out of 
finding this chica and making her talk to the cops?"

Puzzled, Nancy tried to interpret what he was asking her. "I . . . I 
don't have much influence over what my husband chooses to write about 
in his newspaper articles, if that's what you mean," she began, but 
Salvador cut her off in mid-sentence.

"I don't care what he writes about," he replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" Nancy asked in the tense silence that 
followed.

In answer, Salvador let his eyes rove slowly over her ripe young body, 
while his tongue licked slowly over his narrow lips. The full meaning 
of his gesture washed over Nancy in long waves, causing her to blush to 
the roots of her hair. He was offering to help Rick if . . . if she 
would let him fuck her pussy, she realized in horror, her whole body 
rippling with shame as she remembered the way she must have looked when 
he came in. She had been rescued from Bernardo and Chico only to be 
brutalized once more, this time by the leader of the Morros gang 
himself.

"I think . . . I think I'd rather try and find her on my own," she 
replied softly, still blushing with shame. "That is, if I have any 
choice."

"Suit yourself," Salvador replied. "It's your husband who'll be in jail 
for the next few years. Maybe you'll like that."

"Not if the police find that girl Maria," Nancy retorted desperately. 
"Once they prove she left those things at the house, they'll have to 
let Rick go."

"I got a feeling that when you find Maria, if you do, she's gonna have 
five people ready to swear she was praying in Church that day," 
Salvador answered, smiling tauntingly at the naive young reporter's 
wife.

Something in his eyes made Nancy shiver inwardly with fear. Her earlier 
trust of the Morros gang leader faded as she realized the unspoken 
implications of what he was saying. If he could get Rick off, he could 
also provide an alibi for Maria. Perhaps he already had. He was 
silently telling her that he and his gang had already won, and 
threatening that if she didn't cooperate, things would only get worse. 
Rick Taggart's life would be ruined, and he would spend the next five 
years in prison besides, unless she gave in to the obscene demands of 
Salvador Mendosa.

Salvador watched with interest as her face reflected the inner conflict 
she felt. Finally, she bowed her head in defeat.

"What do I have to do?" she asked softly, in a shame-ridden voice.

"Why don't you start by taking your clothes off, and we'll pick up 
where you and Bernardo left off."

Burning with shame, Nancy began to do as she was told. What does it 
matter, she thought numbly as she unbuttoned her dress. Deep in her 
heart she felt she was no better than a whore, anyway, for having 
responded so shamelessly to this man's brother's caresses. Why, she 
would have enjoyed being raped by the young hoodlum, enjoyed it! She 
was a whore! Why not act like one? At least she was selling her body 
for a good cause. And maybe, she thought bitterly, maybe it'll even be 
fun. I love to be fucked by my husband, why not by other men as well? 
They all have cocks and I have a cunt. And I don't have any trouble 
getting excited, oh no!

Salvador watched with mounting lust as her dress fell in a heap around 
her ankles. He had retreated back to the wall he had leaned against 
before where he had a perfect view of the voluptuous blonde disrobing 
in the center of the room.

His thick cock increased its hungry pounding within his tight, well-
washed blue jeans as her tantalizing body was revealed bit by bit to 
his gaze. First thing off was her dress, which left her hugely 
ballooning tits totally naked, since she had been unable to refasten 
her bra after Bernardo had sliced through the shoulder straps with his 
switchblade. Salvador felt as though he could cum in his pants right 
there at the first sight of those satin-smooth mounds of her tits 
tipped with darkly quivering points of blushing coral.

He watched with mounting excitement as she stepped out of her slip, 
then kicked off her shoes. All these tasks she performed mechanically, 
as though she were superior to them, and every angle of her body 
communicated to the burly street-gang leader her hate and contempt for 
what he was forcing her to do. That's, okay, he thought to himself. 
It'll make it all the better when she finally starts wriggling like a 
bitch in heat after I shove my cock up her tight pink pussy! I like 
women with fire in them.

"Wait a minute," he commanded as the young reporter's wife slipped her 
slender fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon 
panties and began lowering them over the inviting swell of her hips. 
"Come over here."

Pushing back away from the wall, Salvador motioned for her to stand 
between him and the wall. Shaking with anger and fear, Nancy walked 
over and stood in front of him, refusing to meet the thug's eyes.

After gazing lasciviously at the softly trembling plane of her belly 
through the flimsy panty material, Salvador grasped her lushly flaring 
hips and turned her around. First he ran his hands over the surface of 
her sensuously rounded asscheeks, then he gripped the waist-band of the 
panties with his thumbs and lowered them slowly over her ass, leaving 
them bunched in a thin white line around her knees. Forcing himself to 
restrain the lust which was making his balls ache painfully and his 
cock swell and jerk impatiently against his thigh, Salvador's fingers 
slowly explored her moon-shaped asscheeks, his mind seething with wild 
lustful desires. He'd show the world that Salvador Mendosa was still on 
top of the heap, no matter what they thought. He was still the leader 
of the Morros, the most feared and respected gang in all of Miami.

He tried to separate Nancy's asscheeks with his hand, but she clenched 
them tightly shut against him. Following the line of her nether crease 
downward, his middle finger found the already slippery hole to her cunt 
which, aroused but unsatisfied by Bernardo's manual and oral 
manipulations, had never ceased to secrete a steady flow of hot, 
welcoming pussy juices. His fingers coated with the musky-smelling 
fluid, Salvador stood behind her, his face breaking into a sadistic 
smile. "You don't fool me, bitch," he hissed, twisting his middle 
finger cruelly upward into her tight little cunthole. "You really want 
this fucking. You're creaming for it already! Now move into the hall 
and lean over those stairs."

Nancy could hardly believe her ears as she heard the street-gang 
leader's obscene command. She had felt totally humiliated before, with 
Bernardo and Chico, but this, this was too much! To be forced, with her 
panties like a lewd hobble around her knees, to bend nakedly over some 
stairs in a deserted house that the Morros gang used as a hideout, 
while he did as he pleased with her helpless naked body, was the worst 
degradation to which she had ever been subjected. She was being forced 
to consent, to do as the lust-corrupted gang member demanded of her own 
free will. It was horrible! Horrible! But she really had no choice. If 
she didn't comply, her young reporter-husband would rot in jail for 
months, even years for something he had not even done. Fighting down 
tears of shame and humiliation, the subjugated young blonde walked out 
into the hall with Salvador following close behind her and leaned over 
the first five steps of the staircase leading up to the landing, her 
hugely billowing titties crushed against the cold, uneven wood surface.

Unzipping his fly, Salvador withdrew his massive, lust-swollen prick 
from his pants and positioned it against her wetly gushing pussyhole 
from behind. "Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see 
straight!"

"Do whatever you want," Nancy replied numbly. "I don't care."

"Oh yes, you do," Salvador snarled, running his thickly pulsing shaft 
harshly up and down the length of her trembling asscrack. "You do want 
me to fuck you. Maybe you can pull the wool over the eyes of young 
punks like my brother Bernardo and your old man, but I know women. You 
want me to fuck you, don't you? Don't you?" Salvador punctuated his 
last words with a sharp lunge forward that drove the tip of his huge, 
cunt-stretching cockhead between her cringing pussy lips and just 
inside the entrance of her cunt, stretching wide the tender flesh at 
the opening and then rotating lewdly around just inside.

His lewd gesture sent a thunderclap of stinging lust coursing through 
Nancy's jackknifed body, and her pussy walls contracted hungrily around 
the gang leader's heavily throbbing prick as though wanting to draw him 
even farther up inside her.

"Yes," Nancy moaned, weary of trying to subdue her own raging desires. 
"Yes, I want it. I want it! I want it!!!" She did want it. Why not 
admit it? She couldn't fight it any more.

Towering above her like a crazed animal, Salvador licked his lips in 
triumph. Instinctively he knew what she was going through. This was the 
moment he enjoyed most, when he finally brought out the whore in a 
woman. He could do anything with her now, anything! Growling with 
triumph, he suddenly fell forward over her naked back, his weight 
smashing the nearly hysterical young reporter's wife's tits even harder 
against the stairwell steps. His massively pulsating cock fucked deep 
into her welcoming cunthole, pushing the hot juicy flesh of her pussy 
in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud 
groan from, Salvador's lips, his cum-laden balls smacked heavily into 
the naked flesh of her smoothly tapered thighs.

"Oh God, oh God!" Nancy cried beneath him, gripping the stairs for 
support. She had never been so filled with cock in her life. His huge, 
lust-swollen prick felt like a huge hot log inside her hungry pussy 
depths. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on its entire blood-
engorged length that she couldn't feel.

Gripping the soft flesh of her hips, Salvador steadied himself and then 
began a slow lewd rocking motion, in and out of her tightly clutching 
cunt from behind. He hadn't felt as hot in months as he did now, now 
that his aching cock was firmly embedded deep in the tight pink pussy 
of his enemy's wife. He felt like a bull, a sexual demon, potent and 
powerful as he rotated his hugely pulsing staff around inside Nancy's 
gradually widening cunthole. He'd show this nosy bitch who was boss! 
He'd show them all! Salvador Mendosa's eyes glazed with lust and a 
light sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked down at the nakedly 
subjugated body bent over before him. His hands made white impressions 
on her softly jiggling asscheeks as he fucked in and out with his 
massive prick, slowly at first, then building up speed, until each 
stroke made a lewd wet sluicing sound as his cock plunged forward and 
then pulled back again. By bracing himself against the stairs, he found 
he could press forward against the helpless young girl until his prick 
rammed against the hard wall of her cervix deep inside her tightly 
cringing pussyhole, and Taggart's young wife moaned with sensual 
delirium and pain.

The fucking was hurting her now, he could tell. Her knuckles were white 
as they gripped the edge of one of the steps and her face was contorted 
into an agonized grimace with each forward lunge of his brutally 
pistoning cock. Harshly Salvador fastened his lips on the naked flesh 
of her milk-white neck and shoulders, biting and sucking hard, and 
raising little welts on her tender skin, at the same time slowing his 
pace to a lust-inciting rotating motion punctuated with sudden rough 
forward strokes that drove deep into Nancy's cunt, setting off 
skyrockets of mounting sexual hunger in her helplessly pinioned loins.

Every inch of Nancy's naked young body felt tinglingly alive, as though 
nerve endings she didn't even know existed had suddenly begun sending 
messages of sharp desire to her brain. Her own sexuality was excited 
nearly to the point of madness by all the stimulation she had received 
in the past few hours, and it seemed to be gathering force inside her - 
the irresistible wild force of nature suddenly unleashed and hurling 
aside everything in its path. Whatever objections her mind raised, her 
body wanted this! Needed this harsh brutal fucking with every lust-
tensed fibre.

Unconsciously, she began to groan in an animal-like way as Salvador 
continued to fuck his massive cock deep in and out of her now clasping 
pussy, and they were harsh sounds that seemed to come from some 
previously locked and bolted part of herself, as she twisted and 
writhed wantonly backwards onto the expert gang leader's forward-
thrusting prick. Her eyes were closed, and she had lost consciousness 
of everything except the new world of delicious sensation that the 
Morros leader's heavily throbbing cock opened to her with its every 
battering stroke.

Forgotten was her husband Rick, forgotten her fear and terror. She was 
an animal, a lusty, sex-crazed female animal whose existence centered 
on only one thing: to be filled to the bursting point with an enormous 
fucking prick. She loved it! She wanted it to go on forever! Nothing 
mattered except the fire that raged in her hotly trembling loins, 
consuming her totally as Salvador Mendosa fucked into her like a lust-
crazed madman.

Reaching down around her nakedly prostrate form, Salvador began a harsh 
massage of her sensuously quivering titties, squeezing the soft flesh 
until Nancy moaned uncontrollably. His entire bulk was stretched out 
over her back, and he was so tightly pressed against her hot trembling 
nakedness that it seemed to the aroused young reporter's wife that his 
body was an extension of hers. Together they formed one heaving, 
thrashing bulk concentrated on only one thing - the release of the 
tumultuous, overpowering drive that possessed them both and drove them 
onward toward a magnificent, mind-shattering cum.

Abandoning any attempt at maintaining her pride and dignity, Nancy 
arched her body and drove her ass backward against her muscular 
assailant's loins, grinding her hips and twisting against him in order 
to receive every millimeter of his deeply fucking shaft. Delirious with 
unquenched passion, she had no conscious will any longer, only the mute 
and irresistible desire to fuck, to open, to explode with the passion 
that filled her trembling body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhh," she groaned, as deep inside her, she 
began to feel a totally new and thrilling sensation. It was as though 
her belly were dissolving in a curiously pain-tinged heat that surged 
throughout her body in long flooding waves, melting any feelings of 
shame she had left. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before, 
even with Rick! Tears of relief coursed unnoticed down her cheeks as 
she ground herself backwards against Salvador's ironlike pillar of 
flesh. All she was aware of was the feeling of release, as though a dam 
had burst, releasing a flood of physical feeling more intense and 
enjoyable than anything she had ever felt in her life.

"Oh God, oh God, don't stop, I'm cumming," she moaned as the feeling 
carried her away. "I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmmmminnnnng!"

Above her, his body stimulated by the obvious changes in the writhing 
blonde's response, Salvador could feel his own cum approaching, too. 
The unbearable force was gathering in his lust-heated balls and 
spiraling up the length of his furiously plunging cock, gathering 
momentum with each vicious lunge into Nancy's greedily milking 
cunthole, and he was there.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he cried in lustful torment.

A force greater than himself was suddenly unleashed in his throbbing 
loins, forcing his slippery, creamlike torrent of cum upward, until it 
jetted forth uncontrollably into the warm, hot recesses of Nancy's 
hungrily devouring pussy. On and on it came, until the Morros gang 
leader could only brace himself against his young victim's sweat-
streaked body and surrender to the onslaught of his mind-exploding cum, 
his eyes closed as his scalding cock-juices cascaded into her welcoming 
cunt depths.

Finally it was over. Nancy felt his prick gradually go limp inside her 
and slip out, trailing a lewd slippery stream of cum over her naked 
thighs. Lost in the peace of her brain-emptying cum, she hesitated a 
moment before pushing herself up from the stairwell and into a standing 
position.

Her legs were trembling, as though they could hardly support the weight 
of her body, and she felt tinglingly alive, yet relaxed all over. Not 
trusting herself to confront her lewd extortionist face to face, she 
hastily grabbed her clothes and retreated again into the room to dress, 
without ever looking at Salvador. She almost wanted to thank Salvador 
Mendosa for the wonderful fucking he had just given her, but knew that 
that was silly. She would try to stop Rick from writing his article 
about the gang, however. It seemed only fair, in some way that she 
didn't fully understand.

She was more than a little startled, therefore, when she went back into 
the hallway, to find Salvador seated on the stairs smoking a cigarette, 
a contemptuous look on his stony features as he watched her approach. 
It was as though nothing had happened at all, and Nancy stood awkwardly 
in the center of the hallway not knowing what to say.

"When will you find the girl?" she finally asked when Salvador said 
nothing.

"Find what girl? I told you before that your description fits almost 
every single girl in the area. Like finding a needle in a haystack."

Nancy Taggart felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she 
realized what the gang leader was saying. He wasn't going to help her. 
What he had said before had only been said so that she would let him 
fuck her willingly; he had not meant a word of it. Well, two could play 
the game. She would get even with this bastard, with all the Morros 
before this thing was over with. They would be sorry that they had ever 
tangled with the Taggarts, and with that thought and a contemptuous 
look at Salvador Mendosa, Nancy picked up her purse and left the house.



Chapter 6


It took several days for Nancy Taggart to decide on a plan of action 
that would get her revenge on the Mendosa brothers and the Morros gang 
in general, and at the same time, prove her husband innocent of the 
charges he was being held for. But when it had finally worked itself 
out, Nancy worked quickly to get together the things she would need to 
make her plan work.

The items she removed from her closet drawers and placed on her bed 
were mostly clothing, although they were not the kind of clothing she 
normally wore. Lighting a cigarette, Rick's young wife began to pace 
around the spacious bedroom, deep in thought.

Nancy, she told herself inwardly, you're being a fool. Just because 
Rick's been victimized by some gang of juvenile delinquents and you've 
been brutalized by those young punks is no reason to think you can get 
even with them, ruin them. It's absolutely ridiculous to even think 
about it.

Yet even as she struggled with herself, a deeper feeling rose that 
easily thrust aside the reasonable part of her mind that struggled 
futilely to dissuade her from the strange scheme. This feeling was 
revenge, pure and simple. The trusting blonde girl had been shocked and 
abused in a way she had never thought possible, and her own reporter-
husband was behind bars, the victim of those hoodlums' frame. At first 
the full realization of what was happening had paralyzed her 
completely, to the extent that she had seriously considered leaving her 
home in Miami and going to visit her sister. But after two days of 
weeping and self-pity, an inexorable desire for revenge had begun to 
consume her. And out of this desire for vengeance, she had formed a 
plan.

Stamping out her cigarette, she closed the curtains on the window and 
then quickly began to undress until she was completely naked, her 
cream-white skin glowing softly in the muted afternoon sunlight. She 
picked up one of the items of clothing she had dug out from the back of 
the closet, a pair of extra-short Levi's she wore only in the house. 
The young blonde wife examined the skimpy garment slowly, her face 
registering mixed feelings of determination and doubt.

"I . . . I can't wear these in public," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly she threw the shorts down onto the bed, turning away 
anxiously, as if once more regretting her detailed scheme. Then she 
suddenly remembered something her young husband had once said to her 
the last time she had worn them around the house.

"Honey," her husband's remark echoed in her mind, "you look terrific. 
If I didn't have to go to work today, I'd pull you down and fuck you as 
you stand."

Once more Rick's young wife went to the bed and picked up the cut-off 
Levi's. Then, with trembling fingers, she began to put on the short 
pants, wriggling her young body as she pulled the tight-fitting cut-
offs over her full firm thighs and hips. Finally they were zipped up, 
clinging to Nancy's curvaceous legs and sensuously rounded asscheeks 
like a gleaming second skin.

It was the first time the young blonde had ever worn anything without 
underwear and the sensation of the soft, well-worn denim material on 
her naked flesh was unexpectedly thrilling, particularly where the soft 
cotton snuggled up into her thin pussy cleft, giving her crotch the 
appearance of two shiny scarlet lips as the supple material molded to 
every ridge of her soft young cunt.

She walked over toward the full-length bathroom mirror, her heart 
beating fast as she realized with surprise that she was growing almost 
. . . almost excited at the way the short pants clung tautly to her 
young ripe form, and rode up to expose a tiny glimpse of her smooth 
asscheeks.

Seeing herself clad in only the short shorts made the young wife gasp 
as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, looking almost like a 
streetwalker out to get a trick. At first she didn't like the blatantly 
seductive appearance, but after a few moments she became somewhat 
pleased that she was able to transform herself like that, and it was 
undeniable that there was a certain erotic charge in her body due to 
the shorts. Quickly she returned to the bed and put on another item 
from the back of her closet. It had been a present from Rick, a little 
something he said to wear around the house when no one was around, a 
bright pink silk wrap-around blouse, almost no more than a scarf 
wrapped around her tits. The soft material clung magically to Nancy's 
hugely ballooning tits and when she returned to the mirror she caught 
her breath at the wildly erotic image she beheld.

Yes, she thought to herself decisively, yes, this is just what I need. 
This will do fine.

Her timidity and embarrassment were gone now, and her blue eyes 
glittered with a strange satisfaction. She wanted revenge on Salvador 
Mendosa and his brother and all the cheap hoodlums who belonged to the 
Morros gang or any other gang like them. Oh, yes, they were street-wise 
punks, but the young blonde reporter's wife knew she had a weapon to 
fight them with.

She knew that those hoodlums, especially the Cubans or any Latins, had 
no respect for women, that all females were merely machines to satisfy 
their sadistic lusts, animals to be played with and abused, humiliated 
and treated like fourth-class citizens. And yet in an odd sort of way, 
she understood that a woman was central to their lifestyle, for without 
a female to brutalize as they wished, they had no gauge for their 
manhood, no way to assert themselves as dominant, all-powerful males.

Nancy smiled perversely as she realized that for all the contempt they 
displayed toward her, she understood that their attitude toward women 
was their fatal weakness, and that a woman, if she wanted to, could 
wrap any one of those thugs around her little finger by using that most 
formidable of weapons - her sex. Behind their cruel eyes, their 
braggart manner, their crude behavior, Rick's young wife knew that 
these gang members were frightened, foolish young men committing 
endless criminal acts to satisfy their need for power, and humiliating 
women to insure themselves of their omnipotency and dominance. And now, 
the young blonde was going to use what she knew about them to trick 
Salvador Mendosa's younger brother Bernardo into revealing what he knew 
about her husband's arrest and other Morros activities. With luck, with 
a great deal of luck, she hoped to seduce the dark-haired young Cuban 
gang-member and get him to talk and then she was going to expose the 
gang like her husband never could.

She stood before the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance, and trying to 
cope with the recurring fears that echoed in her brain, fears that 
argued violently against her plan. Did she really think she could get 
away with it? Wasn't she just leaving herself wide open for more brutal 
fucking? Was all her scheming and planning merely the foolish fantasy 
of a naive young wife suddenly faced with the stark realities of the 
real life on the streets? Maybe . . . maybe all of it was true. But the 
blonde girl also knew that those Morros had taken away the one thing in 
her life that she cherished most, Rick. Her husband was gone, locked in 
prison because of the Morros gang, and Nancy was now like a woman 
possessed, possessed with the consuming need to help her young husband, 
and have her revenge on all of the smug young punks who had treated her 
so horribly, and she knew that she would not stop until she reached 
that end.

Bernardo Mendosa sat on the floor in the living room of the deserted 
house where only days before his older brother had fucked Taggart's 
wife. He turned the magazine he was reading sideways and pulled the 
centerfold out of the center. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that 
Maria was here to suck him off. He was in the middle of these lecherous 
thoughts when Chico suddenly burst into the house.

"Santa Maria, Bernardo," he said, "you'll never guess who's out there 
in the street!"

"Farrah Fawcett-Majors?" Bernardo inquired with a lewd arch of his 
eyebrow. He took a drink from the nearly full bottle of liquor at his 
side.

"Damn near. It's Taggart's wife, and you ain't gonna believe how she 
looks. Man, I had a fuckin' hard-on the minute I saw her."

"The reporter's wife? What the hell's she doin' here? If she don't 
watch out she's gonna get the same fucking she got before! Anyone else 
know she's here?"

"Nah, some of the women saw her, but they won't tell the men; too 
jealous."

"Well . . . what's she doin'?"

"I don't know, she's just standing in front of the house."

"What? What the hell is she up to?"

"Maybe we had her figured wrong. Maybe she had the hots for you. And 
Christ, the way she's all dolled up. . ."

"Maybe I oughta go have a look for myself. Maybe she's flipped out or 
somethin'. You know it happens sometimes to chicks that ain't too 
together. With her husband in jail and all, and after the fucking 
Salvador gave her when she was here!"

"You might be right, Bernardo. 'Cause that baby sure don't look the 
same as last time she was in here. It's funny, though, her comin' back. 
I thought Salvador had scared her so bad she'd never get in our way 
again. Could be she's up to somethin'."

"Yeah, could be."

"Should I get the rest of the gang?"

"Hell, no. I can handle this."

"Listen, Bernardo. Salvador might not like it. He's been kind of 
uptight lately about the heat coming down on us whatever we do, and 
then that damn reporter. . ."

"Oh yeah? Well, let me worry about staying out of the cops' reach."

"Whatever you want, Bernardo," Chico sighed, knowing it was useless to 
argue with the hot-headed Bernardo.

"Yeah, let me go out and see what she wants. Maybe she wants a little 
more of a good Latin's cock, know what I mean? Maybe she's beginnin' to 
dig it!" The dark-haired Morro laughed and winked at the other man.

"Yeah? Ya mean like Maria?" Chico said, knowing how many Spanish girls, 
when first introduced to fucking like the Morros liked it, had 
eventually come to crave the brand of screwing that the gang preferred.

"Yeah, like Maria," Chico replied. "Except Maria's gettin' a little 
stale. I could use some fresh hot pussy, ya know."

The two Morros gang members laughed conspiratorially as Bernardo 
flipped the magazine aside, stood up, yanked up his tight Levi's so 
that the thick mound of his cock was clearly outlined, then made his 
way to the front door.

Out in the street stood Nancy on the sidewalk, dressed in the outfit 
she had put together the day before, her seductive appearance 
heightened by the liberal use of thick red lipstick, dark-blue eye 
shadow, and heavy black eye liner setting off the sapphire sparkle of 
her eyes. She had drunk a few good stiff drinks before she had ventured 
out of her house and now it seemed to be hitting her. She began to be 
concerned about becoming too drunk to carry out her plan. She looked up 
as she heard the door of the run-down house open and found herself 
staring into Bernardo Mendosa's cruel young face.

"Well, well, well," he murmured as he caught sight of the young blonde 
reporter's wife and took in her alluring new appearance. "Still trying 
to save your husband, huh?"

Fighting back a gnawing surge of anger and fear, Nancy stared directly 
into the young hoodlum's eyes without flinching.

"Maybe," she said in a low, husky voice, ". . . and maybe not."

"You know, chica, you could get in big trouble if the rest of the gang 
knew you were here."

"Yes?" she replied casually, glancing softly up at him. "Well, I don't 
care any more. They don't frighten me. Do they frighten you, Bernardo?"

"Me?" Bernardo retorted. "Hell, no. But they might if I was not a 
member."

"Yeah . . . I know." Slowly, Nancy let her tongue lick a slow 
tantalizing trail around the curving circle of her red lips and let her 
eyes travel boldly up and down his slim young body. "You're quite a 
man."

"Think so, huh?" Bernardo said, growing rather excited by the older 
woman's attitude and appearance. "Guess it sort of frustrated you when 
we didn't get to fuck? Huh?"

"Maybe. . ."

Bernardo came quickly down the steps of the front porch and stood in 
front of the provocative young wife. He was so close he could smell the 
sultry scent of her perfume, and his young cock stiffened hotly in his 
pants as he stood next to her sensually attired body.

"Seems like you've changed quite a bit from the first time we met," he 
remarked. "What happened to you? You trying to pull some kind of fast 
one on me?"

"No," she said coolly, although her heart was thudding wildly in her 
chest.

"Then why are you here?"

"My husband has been in jail for a week and a half now . . ." she 
struggled to get the words out of her mouth. ". . . and I miss him, 
that is, I miss his cock. It's been so long since a man has fucked me 
and I need it so badly. That's why I thought of you. You are so 
handsome."

"Yeah, a lot of girls think so. That bastard husband really pulled one 
over on you, getting himself caught that way, didn't he?"

Nancy felt a sudden urge to slap the young Cuban punk across the face 
for what he was saying, but she held back, determined to go ahead with 
her daring scheme no matter what she had to endure to carry it through.

"Yes . . . he did." The young blonde wife took a deep breath of air.

"Well, don't take it so hard, woman. There's plenty other cocks to feed 
a hungry pussy."

The reporter's wife turned slowly toward the street-gang member and let 
her eyes lock directly with his.

"Yes," she replied in a near-whisper, "plenty."

Bernardo's rigid cock was throbbing painfully in his tight trousers as 
Nancy exerted all of her potent female charms on him. Her erotic 
appearance had had a great effect on the horny young Morro and he was 
completely taken in by her story, feeling pleased and smug that the 
blonde girl, wife of the gang's enemy, was now hungry for his body.

"Yeah, I guess you've been pretty lonely with your husband in jail, 
huh? Guess you been itchin' for some other cock to satisfy your pussy, 
huh?"

Nancy laughed softly, so as not to betray her shock at his obscene 
words.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she managed to reply, 
surprised herself at the conviction in her voice. "But I don't think 
your brother or the other Morros would like it if you and I . . . I 
mean, he'll probably think I'm trying to get something out of you."

Bernardo stepped away from her and eyed her steadily.

"Are you?" he asked coolly.

Nancy laughed softly, and returned his steady look.

"Sure, Bernardo . . ." Slowly she reached down with her left hand and 
placed it seductively on his right leg, sliding it with agonizing 
slowness upward toward his inner thigh. The dark-haired hoodlum's cock 
quivered excitedly and lurched against the taut material of his pants 
like a caged animal suddenly gone wild. Finally the young blonde wife 
let her palm and fingers rest directly on the shuddering mound and 
began to massage slowly, sensuously. "I want something out of you, 
handsome . . . but it has nothing to do with Rick or your brother." She 
lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, still continuing to press her 
hand hard onto the hotly throbbing bulge at his crotch. "I've wanted 
you from the first minute I saw you, Bernardo."

"Even though I nearly raped you the other day?"

"Maybe because of it. . ."

There was a long simmering silence between the two of them.

"Well,' Bernardo murmured urgently, suddenly realizing that they were 
standing in the middle of the street. "Maybe we oughta go in the house 
and finish what we started."

"I'd like that, Bernardo . . . I'd like it a lot. But your brother 
might . . ."

"Fuck him!" The young Cuban snapped impatiently. "I do what I want, and 
I don't give a good goddamn what my brother thinks."

Nancy smiled at him, her eyes glimmering with desire.

"Is there someplace in the house where. . .?" she whispered.

"There's a room upstairs with a mattress in it."

"Good, but are you sure we won't be interrupted by any of the other 
Morros?"

"No, they won't interfere."

"What are we waiting for, then?"

"Fuckin' nothing, that's what," he said, his eyes flashing with obscene 
purpose. "Get your ass in the house and let me have a word with Chico 
here."

Rick's young wife grinned seductively and began walking up the sidewalk 
to the porch while Bernardo waited until she was almost to the door 
before he walked over to where Chico was standing.

"Me and the girl are going in the house for a while."

"Hey, Bernardo, do you think that's a good idea? I mean, Salvador ain't 
gonna like it."

"You let me worry about Salvador," Bernardo snarled. "And don't you rat 
on me or I'll slit your throat, ya got it?"

"Yeah, Bernardo, I got it," the burly gang member sighed. "Just be 
careful."

"I'm always careful, man, you know that."

Abruptly the young Cuban turned away to join Nancy, who stood waiting 
near the front door. Chico watched as they entered the house, and his 
brow furrowed with concern as he saw Bernardo slip his hand down behind 
the Levi's-encased asscheeks of the young blonde reporter's wife and 
begin to furtively massage the smoothly curved mounds.

"Be careful, hombre," he murmured to himself. They shut the door behind 
them. "She is a woman with a purpose."

Inside the house, Bernardo led Nancy upstairs into a small, seedy-
looking room on the second floor. It was as filthy as the rest of the 
place. At one time it had been painted a pale yellow, but the walls 
were now coated with dirt. There were some empty beer cans scattered 
about on the floor and a worn-out mattress lay in one corner.

"Well, it ain't much," Bernardo remarked as he closed and locked the 
bedroom door behind him, "but it's got the essentials."

The young reporter's wife gulped with anxiety to find herself in such 
dismal surroundings with the young Morros gang member. She had been 
desperately masking her intense dislike for the youth, and fighting 
back the surging flow of fear that threatened to destroy her carefully 
managed cool. But she knew she had to go through with it now.

Bernardo had pulled down the shade on the window and flicked on a 
glaring overhead lightbulb that illuminated the small room with a flat 
harsh glare, making it even uglier than before. Then the dark-haired 
Cuban walked directly to the young bride and without a word grabbed her 
roughly and began kissing her face, neck, and shoulders with a hungry 
urgency, while running his hands up and down over her provocatively 
clad young body.

Nancy was thrown off guard momentarily by the arrogant Morros member's 
abrupt ardor, but reminding herself of her desperate mission she began 
to return his obscene kisses, and let her hands begin to rove eagerly 
over his lean young body. At first she was somewhat reserved, but 
within a few minutes she found herself beginning to fall into the lusty 
excitement of the moment, strangely aroused not only by the sex-driven 
Cuban, but by the bizarre circumstances. She could hardly believe that 
she would actually thrill to the idea of being fucked by Bernardo 
Mendosa, the man responsible for sending her man to jail, embracing him 
like some desperate harlot, yet it was happening. The young reporter's 
wife reminded herself that she was here to save her husband, and yet 
there was an undeniable tide of desire shivering through her voluptuous 
young frame, and she was helpless to resist it.

Finally, she pulled away from the hotly aroused Cuban, gasping for 
breath.

"Well," she said, "you really go at it, don't you?"

"Yeah, baby, when I wanna fuck, I fuck, that's all."

"I think your brother might be suspicious if he heard you were here 
with me. He might think that I was trying to get something out of you."

Bernardo's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I don't want to hear any more goddamn talk about my brother, 
understand? I don't need him or anybody else telling me what to do. If 
they think a woman is going to make me talk about gang matters, they're 
out of their minds. Besides, I don't think a woman could understand 
what I would tell her anyway. She hasn't got the brains. There are many 
things the Morros have done that would get them put away for a long 
time, but I would say nothing to anyone who could do anything about 
it."

"You're right, lover!" She wanted to ask him about the things the 
Morros had done, but was afraid of arousing his suspicions by asking 
too soon. But what kind of things could the Morros have done to make 
them go to jail?

"Oh, I could tell you of many things."

"Tell me, I want to know you, all of you, to be able to please you 
more," she said as she began to untie the silk blouse, hoping to get 
the Cuban to talk.

"Plenty," Bernardo remarked, his mouth curling in an obscene smile as 
the young reporter's wife revealed the naked fullness of her softly 
billowing tits to the dark-haired hoodlum's lurid gaze. Eagerly 
Salvador's brother began to strip himself, taking off his shirt and 
tossing it aside, then lowering his tight jeans down over his lean, 
hard hips.

He wore no underwear and Nancy quivered slightly in alarm as his 
thickly swollen prick and balls were once again revealed to her sight. 
His huge pulsing cock was vastly larger than she had remembered, and 
the young wife shuddered involuntarily as she thought of its huge girth 
fucking up into her tender little pussyhole. His balls, swaying lewdly 
beneath his heavily throbbing prick, seemed to her to be enormous.

Within a few moments, the cruel Morros gang member stood before her 
completely naked, his well-muscled body gleaming in the harsh lights of 
the room. Inwardly, Nancy wished she were miles away from the place, 
far from the lewd stare of the perverted young man, back in Rick's 
arms, safe and sound. But that was impossible.

"How about strippin' off those sexy short shorts, woman," Bernardo 
said, sliding his hand directly up over her tightly encased pussy 
mound. "I want to see your cunt all naked again."

Nancy unhooked the front of her well-worn Levi's and, moving back 
slightly, slid the supple garment down over the gleaming white curves 
of her naked legs, while Bernardo watched with wildly mounting lust as 
the blonde reporter's wife's lusciously formed body was revealed 
completely. His hand reached down instinctively to grasp the painfully 
aching flesh of his fully erect cock, and he began to pump hungrily at 
it, arousing himself to a fever-pitch of desire.

Rick's blonde wife carefully folded her Levi shorts and placed them 
with the other garments on the floor, being careful to lay them on a 
less dirty area. Then, walking slowly to the mattress, undulating her 
voluptuous body with sensual grace, she lay down, spreading her long 
white legs wide, hoping to excite Bernardo even more.

"I guess you have a lot of women, Bernardo."

"Yeah, quite a few," he said, laughing, his eyes riveted to the 
appetizing young female who lay spread-eagled on the mattress before 
him. He gloated with drunken triumph, reveling in the idea of brutally 
fucking the wife of the man the gang had framed into a jail sentence. 
Hell, he had the world by the tail - all the chicks he wanted, even 
this straight gringa was so horny for him she was practically begging 
him to fuck her. Christ, she probably hadn't had a real fuck in her 
whole life!

Still reeling with the effects of his drinking, Bernardo's mind surged 
with fantasies of power and wild dreams. His massive cock throbbed with 
raging lust and growling hungrily, he scrambled onto the mattress and 
fell forward on top of the young blonde reporter's wife who gasped in 
fright as he sprawled on top of her without warning.

Greedily he began to lick and suck on Nancy's whitely swelling tits, at 
the same time grinding his pulsing hips hard against hers and ramming 
his thickly pulsing cockhead against the wet resilient flesh of Nancy's 
vulnerably exposed cunt slit. Then he reached down suddenly, and with 
one firm move positioned his lurching prick at the trembling entrance 
of the young wife's pussy. With a vicious thrust, he suddenly fucked 
his rigid thickness deeply into her hair-rimmed cunt flesh like a 
raging bull, consumed with roaring lust, pushing the hot juicy pussy 
walls in rippling waves before it. Finally, with a loud slap, his balls 
smacked against the flesh of her tensed and trembling thighs.

"Ooooooohhhhh Goddddddd!" Nancy moaned loudly beneath him, stunned and 
terrified to be taken so quickly, to have his thrusting hardness 
tearing with no preparation into her tightly clasping cunt, spearing 
her without mercy.

His huge prick lay sunk deep in her softly pulsing pussy depths, 
filling every part of her insides. It had happened so fast that for a 
moment the scheming young wife was completely stunned, shocked out of 
her elaborate masquerade. She realized that he was ready to fuck her 
right away, and that she had nothing incriminating on the gang. She had 
to get him to talk, but how? How?

Yet even as Nancy wondered how in the world she could make the young 
Cuban confess his gang's criminal activities, her cunt was beginning to 
tremble with heated excitement. It was as if her wide-stretched pussy 
crudely welcomed Bernardo's obscene girth and brutal attack, even 
craved it, and the young blonde began to tremble with a kind of erotic 
delight she had never remotely experienced before, even with her own 
husband. How was it possible? Why was it happening?

Bernardo lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his lips down 
wetly over her startled mouth and began a slow rocking motion of his 
hips between her steadily vibrating thighs. Her awakening cunt passage 
began to widen greedily with each short, smooth stroke of his prick as 
Nancy gritted her teeth, her cock-stretched pussy burning with both 
pain and sensuality from the hoodlum's violent fucking, and her naked 
body began to respond to the increasing frenzy of his brutal screwing. 
Lewd feelings of carnal pleasure began to surge through her 
involuntarily writhing young body and there was no way of resisting 
them.

As Bernardo Mendosa began to fuck his hugely throbbing prick in and out 
of her greedily devouring pussy, her naked form began to twitch and 
writhe, tearing itself quickly out of Nancy's conscious control, and 
she began to groan with involuntary pleasure into the wetness of his 
eager mouth. Passion surged like a winding snake through her nakedly 
throbbing flesh and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light sweat broke 
out on her forehead under the soft, disheveled strands of her silky 
blonde hair.

The young Cuban, now a rampaging sex machine fed with the fuel of 
alcohol, fucked deep into the young reporter's wife's hungrily clasping 
pussy with near-barbaric frenzy. Nancy soon realized that she had no 
choice but to submit to his merciless battering, surrender totally to 
it. She was still far from achieving her purpose, but now, her body 
screaming for release and writhing in uncontrollable passion, she had 
to thrust aside all thoughts, all needs, and submit to Bernardo's 
violent thrusts.

With a groan of surrender Nancy began to twist and rotate her pelvis, 
each move drawing the Cuban's thickly lurching cock deeper and deeper 
into her now greedily clutching cunt-hole. Her blood-swollen pussy lips 
began to act on their own, screwing like a baby's tender lips drawing 
in a candy stick, sucking Bernardo's mighty prick up inside her wildly 
shaking body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders, 
her fingers digging hungrily into his hard flesh, hanging on with 
passionate intensity, while the hot wet cavern of her cunt flowered 
farther open to receive his deeply screwing prick.

There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She was too excited 
to draw back, too numbed to do anything but submit to the pounding 
thrusts of her tormentor's rampaging cock. Her legs, spread out wide on 
either side of his lewdly impaling shaft, were jerking and quivering in 
uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered 
wetly up into his mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up 
from her throat. She couldn't believe the thrilling flames of passion 
that were crackling through her nakedly twisting young loins. It seemed 
impossible that under the circumstances she could experience such 
ravishing thrills, but it was true. She was being brutally fucked by a 
member of the Morros gang, a gang that was trying to destroy her 
husband, and she loved it!

Bernardo labored hotly above her, fucking up between her legs with 
brutal strokes that brought his lust-thickened cock almost all the way 
out of her wetly clasping pussyhole on the backstroke, then thrusting 
forward harshly, battering her with the force of a steam drill. He 
quickened his pace as she thrashed her body nakedly beneath him.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Nancy groaned beneath him, her face 
contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young 
wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement as bursts 
of lust-induced heat churned deep in her pussy. Every inch of her skin 
sizzled hotly as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.

Bernardo grunted and groaned, quickened his strokes even more, screwing 
his prick deep and hard into her passion-drenched cunt so that his huge 
thickly pulsing cock drove far up into the hidden, untouched recesses 
of her womb. His heavy cum-bloated balls, slapping roughly against the 
flesh of her inner thighs, grew hot with their rapidly growing load. He 
was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell 
from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy came faster and faster. The 
fire in his balls swelled to the explosion point now and he knew the 
climactic moment was at hand.

"Oooohhhhhh . . . helllllllll . . . oooooooohhhhhhh!" he groaned with 
savage intensity. "Aaarrrrrrrggggghhhh!"

Beneath him, Nancy quivered like a helpless whore gone out of control, 
her perspiration-soaked body flailing nakedly, her head tossing 
shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the 
rampaging pleasure she was experiencing and her wildly pulsing cunt 
walls were feverish with titanic heat. She was cumming! Cumming as she 
had never cum in her entire life! This young street-gang member had 
taken her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed.

"Aaaaaarrrrrnnnnnmmmm!" she groaned as the force of her mind-shattering 
cum tore through her body like sheet lightning. 
"Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnhhhhhhh! I'm cuuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Bernardo felt her greedily milking depths opening hungrily around him 
as he gushed jet after jet of hotly scalding juice into her passion-
flooded cunt. Her own pussy juices flowed hotly around his thickly 
jerking prick, mingling her cum juices with his own. Wave after wave of 
hot slippery cum squirted from the throbbing head of the young 
hoodlum's cock, crashing headlong into the groaning housewife's 
writhing, welcoming cunthole. He twisted his muscular body and bucked 
his hips, draining himself as she jerked up toward him, the lips of her 
convulsively spasming pussy sucking at his prick as though trying to 
milk him dry.

"Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she 
felt herself bathed in the warm lurid pleasure that enveloped her as 
Bernardo gushed the last of his raging load of cum into her madly 
throbbing cunt.

Then finally it was over. Bernardo withdrew his softening cock and 
collapsed next to Nancy on the mattress. The young blonde reporter's 
wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of 
confused emotions. She had let herself be brutally fucked by this Cuban 
gang member so that she could get him to confess his gang's framing of 
her husband. Yet, she had greedily responded to the young punk's 
obscene behavior, her body throbbing with tumultuous excitement like a 
thirsty woman eager to gulp down refreshing draughts of water. And yet 
she still had no information that could be used against this little 
bastard and the other Morros.

"Well, I'd better go," she heard Bernardo say wearily.

"Oh no . . . no please," she pleaded softly. "I . . . I've never had 
such a good . . . fuck . . . never . . . I don't want it to stop."

"I got things to do, woman," he said, sitting up on the mattress.

Nancy became desperate. She couldn't let him go, not without some proof 
of Rick's innocence and the Morros's guilt.

"Oh, please," she purred, letting her hand travel across the mattress 
until it found the limp softness of Bernardo's cock. "We could spend 
the afternoon together here, maybe we could get some liquor."

As Nancy massaged the Cuban's prick, she was delighted to feel it begin 
to stiffen again in her palm. "I want you, Bernardo, I want you so 
much. Can't we just stay here and drink and talk? I'll do anything you 
ask, anything."

Bernardo laughed and smiled lewdly at the older woman. Christ, women 
were all the same. One good fuck and they were stuck on you for life. 
He couldn't believe how this stupid cunt had fallen for him, and how 
she couldn't get enough now. His massive cock was rigidly erect again 
under Nancy's deft manipulations, and suddenly the idea of spending the 
entire afternoon with the dumb broad and fucking her every way he could 
think of began to excite him.

"Okay, baby," he said, "maybe I can stick around a little longer. Feel 
like sucking my cock for a while? To get me going again? Then I'll go 
get some booze."

"S-sure," the reporter's wife stammered, realizing with alarm that she 
would now have to let him put his cock inside her mouth. "Whatever you 
want."

Bernardo lay back on the mattress and spread his legs, his thickly 
throbbing prick jutting straight up like an obscene staff, while Nancy 
knelt between his thighs and slowly began to lower her head toward his 
pulsing shaft. Her belly was queasy with fear and humiliation but she 
had to go through with it, she had to get him to talk, and she knew she 
would, no matter what abhorrent thing she had to do in order to make 
this bastard give her some incriminating facts about the gang that 
would put them away for a long, long time. And if the only way to do 
that was to suck this bastard's cock, then she would.

It took her all afternoon, but she got what she wanted. The location of 
the Morros gang's trophy room. She was very pleased with herself for 
that coup de grace as she knew that Bernardo had been so drunk on 
fucking and liquor that he would never remember having told her about 
it or that other crime the Morros had committed. His brother would be 
very unhappy with the little clod if he knew how big a mouth he had.

Bernardo was sleeping now, lying in a state of drunken exhaustion on 
the mattress. She put her clothes on as quickly and quietly as she 
could and without waking him, slipped down the stairs and out the front 
door. She sighed with relief as she remembered what had taken place 
after she had taken his huge cock between her full red lips and sucked 
it until he had cum and afterwards, her plan had begun to pay off.

"Where'd you learn to give a blow job like that?" she heard Bernardo's 
voice ask. "From your husband?"

"No," she replied lazily. "Rick's what you might call . . . 
conservative in bed," she lied.

"Oh yeah?" the drunken and sated young Cuban gang member replied, 
laughing a little, confidently. "Looks like we did you a favor, then, 
getting him out of the way."

Nancy had opened her eyes wide in feigned admiration when he said that, 
doing her best to conceal the keen excitement his words produced in 
her. "You mean it was the Morros?" she asked innocently. "I was 
beginning to think that my husband really was selling marijuana!"

"Naaaaaaaah," Bernardo replied. "It was the Morros. Man, your husband 
was so close to getting us busted that we had to do something quick 
before he spilled the whole works. Hell, he knew everything but where 
we hid our trophies."

"But he didn't find out?"

"Na, Christ! If he had ever found out about that hidden room under the 
stairs, we would have been dead."

"But he didn't!"

Bernardo reflected a moment. Rick Taggart had been good, real good at 
his job and he had uncovered enough on his crusade against street gangs 
to make most of them squirm. But the Morros for some reason had been 
his special concern, and he had collected enough hearsay evidence to 
get the police on their backs once the newspapers printed it. That was 
why they had to frame him, to discredit his word. If he were as bad a 
character as they were supposed to be, then who could the cops believe? 
The street gang, or the man who would do anything for a story? With a 
choice like that they would probably just forget the whole affair.

"Yeah, we fixed him before he could. Now they wouldn't believe him if 
he printed the Bible," he said finally, taking another swig from the 
bottle of liquor he had collected from the living room.

Nancy snuggled closer to him then, letting her long, tapering 
fingernails graze lightly over the curling hairs that were sprouting on 
his chest. "Well, I'm glad you men fixed him," she ventured. "I'd hate 
to see men like the Morros locked up. I never would have had your big 
cock in my cunt that way."

Her remark seemed to give the inebriated Morros lieutenant a whole new 
view of the situation, and gradually his tongue had loosened, telling 
Nancy all kinds of things in reply to her gently probing questions. 
Within an hour, she had picked up more information on the gang's 
dealings in street-gang murders, protection money, everything the gang 
had done that Bernardo had ever been involved in. It had taken all her 
willpower to conceal the mounting sense of disgust she felt at his 
proud admissions. More than once she was tempted to tell the young 
Cuban just what she thought of him and his gang as he told her some of 
the unbelievably sordid things they had done for their idea of macho. 
Nancy was shocked, but fascinated too, at what she heard. Finally 
Bernardo had talked himself out.

"I'm tired of talking," he snarled, pulling her closer to him and 
pressing his lips down on hers in an alcohol-reeking kiss. "Let's fuck 
some more. . ."

"Sure, Bernardo," Nancy heard her own voice reply. "Just let me go in 
the bathroom for a minute, okay?"

"Yeah, but hurry up," he assented. "I gotta get outta here soon." His 
voice was thick with drink.

The young reporter's wife dawdled in the filthy bathroom, hoping to 
postpone submitting to more of his crude carnality as long as possible, 
and when she finally reemerged into the bedroom, she found her young 
Morros member passed out on the mattress, snoring lightly, his fists 
curled in like a child's. Quietly she had dressed and made her escape.

She hardly remembered driving home, so preoccupied was she with the 
next phase of her plans, but she finally pulled up in the driveway, 
with relief that she was back in her own neighborhood and that the 
first part of the plan had been so successful. She quickly turned off 
the engine and got out of her car, hurrying up the drive to let herself 
in the front door.



Chapter 7


"Salvador, we've got a problem," Chico's voice at the other end of the 
line announced to the Morros gang leader. Quickly he told the dark 
serious Cuban of the afternoon's events, beginning with Nancy's 
seductive appearance at the deserted house that afternoon, her going 
inside alone with Bernardo and concluding with the news she had somehow 
gotten ahold of his home phone and called him up telling him some 
unwelcome news. She had gotten Bernardo to talk, and she had all the 
inside dope on the Morros. Her information covered a great deal more 
than what her husband had found out about, and she would not hesitate 
to talk to whoever would listen. Under the influence of liquor, 
Bernardo had apparently talked a lot.

"The puta says she's taking the story to the cops and the newspapers 
unless someone tells the cops her old man was framed," Chico finished. 
"I thought I better tell you right away."

"Where's Bernardo now?"

"She said she left him dead-drunk in the house. If he hasn't come home 
yet, I guess he's still there."

"Okay, Chico," Salvador said. "Send one of the boys to pick him up and 
bring him back here. I'll take care of everything else."

"What should I tell that Taggart woman if she calls back?"

Salvador paused a moment before replying. When he answered, his voice 
was dangerously calm. "Tell her she'll be hearing from me."

He set the phone back in its cradle, his mind beginning to seethe with 
anger at the news Chico had just given him. That fucking cunt just 
wouldn't learn, would she? Well, she'd overshot the mark this time, 
trying to fool with the leader of the Morros gang. The little bitch was 
gonna regret it, and before the night was over, too.

*   *   *

The first thing Nancy Taggart had done when she reached home was to 
shower and try to rinse off some of the grime she felt was clinging to 
her body and soul. Though she knew in her heart that some of it would 
always remain, it was worth it; getting even with the Morros was worth 
it. After her bath she had placed a call to Chico, not wanting to talk 
to Salvador just yet, but wanting him to get her message.

It wasn't until she sat down for dinner an hour later that the enormity 
of what she had undertaken, forced to the back of her consciousness all 
day, now began to strike her with its full force. Everything was 
happening so fast, she didn't quite know how to deal with it. Her mind 
kept returning to the obscene events of the afternoon, her prolonged 
fucking with the devilishly handsome and cruel brother of Salvador 
Mendosa.

Now that her mission of revenge and rescue of her husband was nearly 
accomplished, she found herself able to dwell on the more sensual 
aspects of their bizarre encounter. Her body still trembled at the 
recollection of the young Cuban's thickly pulsing cock fucking in and 
out of her wide-stretched cunthole. For there was no denying it, she 
had enjoyed the shameful fucking to which she had submitted. Her body 
had been so alive since she had met the Morros, including the night of 
Rick's arrest, when their fucking had been interrupted by the arrival 
of the police. She had always enjoyed being screwed, but since that 
night, with all of the fucking she had gotten since, she seemed to need 
cock even more. She felt like a totally different person now. Yesterday 
she had gone to visit her husband again, and had been amazed to feel 
her pussy become slippery with juices as she sat on the opposite side 
of the screen, with the sheer desire to fuck him! She felt sick with 
yearning to have him close to her again, to be able to touch him and 
have him fuck her newly awakened body. It was partly this desire that 
had stiffened her resolve to go through with her dangerous scheme. It 
was worth anything to her to get her husband back safe again. Anything!

But at the same time, Nancy was becoming increasingly nervous. She 
still hadn't heard from the unscrupulous Morros leader, and as the 
minutes ticked by, she found herself growing more and more aware of how 
vulnerable she was, alone in the house. Her nearest neighbor was off on 
a Caribbean cruise for three weeks, so she was actually alone in the 
middle of nowhere.

Perhaps she was being foolhardy to try to do this on her own. She 
hadn't wanted to go to the police with what Bernardo had told her both 
because it would reveal the sordid details of her afternoon-fucking 
with Bernardo, and because she wasn't sure that the cops would believe 
her after what Rick was accused of doing. All she wanted was to get the 
charges against Rick dropped, and then she was going to persuade him 
not to continue with his series of articles on gang life. They'd move 
away, go to another town, if they had to, or another state. She'd had 
enough of a taste of life on the big city streets to last her forever, 
and that was why she'd decided to try to make a deal with Salvador on 
her own. Now, however, she was beginning to regret her decision. 
Supposing the gang wouldn't believe her? Or beat her up? Or even killed 
her?

"If I don't hear from Salvador Mendosa in one half-hour," she said 
aloud, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart and the trembling 
of her hands, "I'm going to call Rick's editor. He'd know what to do." 
She lit a cigarette and turned on the television, trying to distract 
herself while she waited for the allotted time to pass.

Scarcely ten minutes had gone by when she was startled by the sound of 
someone knocking on the door. She went cold with fear all over, and for 
a moment wondered if she should answer it. But whoever it was could 
hear the television and see the light coming from behind the window 
curtains. Even if she didn't answer, they probably wouldn't go away. 
Padding barefoot to the door, the young reporter's wife called softly, 
"Who is it?"

"It's me . . . Maria," a voice replied on the other side. "I must talk 
to you."

"What do you want?" Nancy asked, unwilling to be fooled again.

"It's about what you told Chico," the Spanish girl replied. "Salvador's 
real mad and he's getting the Morros together. I snuck away to warn 
you. Please, let me in. I don't want to get caught out here if the 
Morros come."

The urgency of the girl's voice almost convinced Nancy, but still 
mindful of her previous deceit, she turned on the porch light and put 
the safety chain on the door before opening it a few inches and peering 
out into the night to make sure the girl was alone. Her range of vision 
was limited to a corner of the front porch, filled by the now familiar 
figure of the curvaceous young brunette, but she appeared to be alone, 
and so Nancy decided to let her in.

No sooner had she opened the door all the way however, than two male 
figures pushed their way inside, following right behind Maria. Nancy 
gasped as she realized that one of them was Chico Ramirez, the man she 
had called. The other one was unfamiliar. Apparently they had been 
waiting out of sight in the yard while Maria persuaded her to open the 
door.

"You tricked me! You tricked me again!" Rick's thunderstruck young wife 
burst out, turning furiously on the girl who, clad in tight jeans and a 
T-shirt, was waiting unconcernedly for further instructions. Her only 
reply to the outraged young wife was a shrug of her shoulders.

"Okay, Maria, find a suitcase and get some of her things packed, and 
make it fast." It was Chico who spoke, and the dark-haired girl 
immediately made her way toward Nancy's bedroom. "Now, sweetheart," 
Chico continued, turning his attention to Nancy, "suppose you just be 
quiet and come along with us, or do we have to get rough?" He advanced 
toward her, his eyes hard, and Nancy retreated, terrified.

"I . . . I don't want to come with you," she cried, trying desperately 
to think of a way to escape.

Suddenly she reeled backward against the wall as Chico slapped her 
harshly across the face twice. Gripping the front of her bathrobe, he 
pulled her roughly to her feet again. "Sweetheart," he hissed, "you're 
gonna look pretty funny without your teeth, which is how you're gonna 
be if you don't start doing what we tell you to do."

"Okay, okay, I'll do anything you say," the trembling young wife 
replied, her heart thudding in her chest.

"Good. Now this here is Jose," Chico said. "I want you to do whatever 
he wants you to do."

The other Morro, who had let Chico handle everything so far, now rose 
from the couch where he had been watching silently and came over to 
where Nancy stood trembling. He looked her over coolly, appraisingly, 
and Rick's young wife felt herself grow red under his penetrating but 
impersonal stare. Afraid to move, she steeled herself for whatever 
might come next.

"You and Bernardo were right, Chico. This woman is truly beautiful. 
Woman, take off your clothes," he commanded suddenly.

Weeping softly in despair, Nancy complied, shedding her bathrobe and 
pajamas on the floor, until she stood before him completely naked. Jose 
reached out and touched her pink-tipped tit with his hand. Nice, very 
nice, he thought, as his thick cock leapt to life within the confines 
of his tight Levi's. Stepping back, he took in her lush nakedness with 
his eyes, the gleaming milk-whiteness of her skin, the deep indentation 
of her navel between her ripely flaring hips, and the triangular patch 
of dark gold pussy hairs at the juncture of her long shapely legs.

"Get your coat and some shoes," Jose ordered Nancy.

"What . . . what are you going to do with me?" the reporter's young 
wife asked.

Chico smiled. "You're coming to the Morros headquarters," he informed 
her coolly, almost gently. "You will meet all of the Morros gang 
personally and show them how sorry you are, that you have caused so 
much trouble for them."

Nancy's eyes opened wide in horror at his words. She was going to be 
forced to let the entire gang fuck her. How could they be so cruel? But 
she knew that they were. "No . . . no," she pleaded. "I won't do it. 
I'll call the police. You can't make me do it. No! Nnnnnnooooo!"

Chico shrugged. "You may not like our gang at first. But after you have 
got to know them better you will curse the day when you will have them 
no more."

Nancy went pale at his brutal words, knowing instinctively that he 
meant every one of them. Inwardly she cursed herself for having left 
herself open to this trap. She never should have tried to deal with the 
ruthless street-gang leader who for all of his ignorance in a civilized 
way of life, could outsmart most men on his own turf. Now she had no 
choice but to go with these horrible hoodlums and hope that somehow, 
some way, she would find a means of escape.

"I'll go get dressed," she whispered numbly.

"Just put on your coat and shoes," Jose instructed. "This is a - how do 
you say - come-as-you-are party!"

Flushed with shame, Nancy went to the closet and put on her raincoat 
and a pair of shoes. She pulled the belt of the coat tight around her, 
so that it gave at least the impression that she was dressed, although 
the material felt strange against her bare skin.

When at last she was ready, Chico removed her wallet and keys from her 
purse and Jose steered her toward the door. Nancy's heart stopped as 
the cruel gang member withdrew a vicious-looking switchblade knife from 
his pocket and snapped it open. "One false move between here and the 
car, chica, and you're dead!" he warned her as they started out the 
front door to the car.

Chico had brought another Morro along to drive, in case Nancy gave them 
any trouble, and so he and Jose both got into the fur-covered back seat 
with Nancy. Maria started to follow. "You get in the front with 
Esteban," he ordered her.

"Hey, Chico, when are you gonna pay me for what I did?" the petulant 
brunette demanded. "You told me after we got the chica."

"Yeah, yeah, later," he muttered. "Don't bother me now. I'll give it to 
you when we get to Salvador's house." He closed the door to the car and 
as soon as Maria was settled in the front seat, the big Chevy eased its 
way out into the street.

"Now," Chico began once the car had reached the freeway, "I think we 
start warming you up for the party our Morros are throwing for you. 
What do you say, Jose?"

"Warm her up? Chico, let me be the first," he replied with a gleam in 
his eye.

"You do what I want," the soft-voiced Cuban informed Nancy.

"Okay, cunt," he said to Nancy, shoving her roughly over onto the 
floor. "Open up your raincoat and show us your pussy!"

Crimson with shame and embarrassment, Nancy unbuttoned her raincoat, 
opening the front of it so that the naked front of her body was visible 
to the two men sitting on the seat. Jose wanted to be able to observe 
every nuance of her responses as she got horny.

"Come on, get your legs up on the seat and spread 'em," Chico demanded, 
for Rick's young wife, after opening her coat, had only spread her legs 
in a squatting position, and he wanted a clearer view than that.

Her huge whitely billowing tits jiggling with the rhythm of the moving 
car, Nancy pulled first one long tapered leg and then the other up next 
to her body. Impatiently, Chico grabbed her ankles and yanked them 
apart so he could see the full outer length of her hair-fringed cunt 
slit. Jose noted with satisfaction and an ache in his balls that the 
entrance looked tight, almost virginal.

"Spread your pussy lips open," Chico ordered, enjoying the expression 
of utter humiliation on Nancy's previously reserved and superior-
looking young features almost as much as the obscene display of her 
blondely furred cunt.

Nancy fought down sobs of anguish as she reached between her lewdly 
splayed legs with trembling hands and parted the soft cushions of her 
soft pussy lips. She had never touched herself there before except when 
she was bathing, and even then only as much as she absolutely had to. 
Now, to be forced to do it in the back seat of a car, before the 
leering eyes of two cruel hoodlums, was more degrading and horrible 
than anything she'd ever imagined. Even worse, she was now sitting 
facing toward the front of the car, and looking up, she could see that 
the driver of the vehicle had a perfect view of what was happening 
through his rear-view mirror. Perhaps even Maria did too! Oh God, oh 
God, help me! she moaned inwardly, while at the same time she fought 
down a wave of fury and hate toward the two gang members who were 
treating her so shamefully. She wouldn't let them break her spirit, no 
matter what. If that happened, she'd truly have no hope. Glancing up, 
she met the shrewdly penetrating gaze of Jose and for a moment her eyes 
met his defiantly.

"Do you like her cunt, Chico?" Jose asked, never taking his eyes from 
Nancy. "Do you think she'll make a good whore for the gang?" He 
emphasized the last word slightly, twisting it like a knife in Nancy's 
brain.

"Yeah, she's got a couple of good years in her. Think she knows how to 
suck cock?" he asked, dropping his hand to the prominent bulge of his 
cock and balls and massaging them lewdly.

"Why don't you teach her?" Jose suggested. "Get down on your knees in 
front of Chico," he ordered Nancy. "And leave your coat here."

Slipping her arms out of her raincoat sleeves, Nancy positioned herself 
on the floor between Chico's knees. Maria moved over to the other side 
of the car, and Chico spread his legs comfortably on the seat he now 
had all to himself.

"This is self-service, cunt," Chico sneered when Nancy paused uncertain 
of what to do next. "Get my cock out yourself."

The humiliated blonde girl unbuckled Chico's belt, struggled with the 
zipper of his fly, and spread the material of his trousers open. He 
wore no underwear, so she could immediately see the naked skin of his 
hard-muscled belly, right down to the thickly curling tangle of dark 
pubic hair.

Summoning all of her inner strength, she wormed her hand down inside 
his pants until her fingers found the rigidly pulsing surface of his 
cock. It felt like a piece of iron pipe, it was so thick and huge, and 
in order to get it out of his pants, she had to grip it firmly in her 
fist and ease it upward over his hard-corded thighs. Finally it was 
free of the restraints of his trousers and stood upright in the air, 
swaying obscenely, the blue veins standing out from the purplish 
surface and throbbing with lust.

It was long and thick, and looked like a huge log to Nancy's eyes. 
Although she had taken Bernardo's cock into her mouth and sucked him 
until he came earlier that day, this seemed different to her. Then she 
had been concentrating on her own goals, getting evidence that would 
free her husband and put the gang in jail. Now, however, the hugely 
throbbing prick that loomed before her seemed to the abused young wife 
the very symbol of everything that was oppressing her.

She was being forced to submit to the dominance of all these brutal 
cock-wielding, Cuban street-gang members, subjugated to the crudest 
whims of brute masculine force, and her whole being rebelled against 
it. She wanted to fight back, to kick and claw with all her strength, 
but she knew that would only make matters worse. She had to bide her 
time, do as she was told, or she might never get out of here alive. And 
so, bending forward, she gripped the pulsing shaft with her hands and, 
closing her eyes, parted her lips to take it into her mouth.

But despite her efforts to appear submissive, every angle of her tensed 
young body revealed her inner rebellion to Jose, who was watching from 
behind her. Well, he reflected, they'd broken a lot of the gang's women 
who had acted like her, but he knew that sooner or later she would come 
begging for all the fucking she could get. They were all that way after 
a while.

Chico was reaching down now and grasping the nakedly kneeling blonde 
girl's head, forcing it down further onto his thickly swollen shaft, 
until she gagged as it rammed against the back of her throat. Lewdly, 
the Morros gang member rotated his pelvis, savoring the warm pull of 
Nancy's lips on the hotly pounding surface of his cock. He began sawing 
obscenely in and out of her mouth, each forward thrust peeling back his 
foreskin until it stretched tight, and then bringing it back again over 
the sensitive head of his prick as he pulled back.

Behind their young prisoner, Jose reached out with his hand and stroked 
the whitely shimmering surface of her smooth asscheeks. Spreading the 
two half-moons wide with his hands, he could see the tiny puckered hole 
of the humiliated wife's ass nestled deep in the recesses of her anal 
crease. Experimentally, he circled his index finger around the 
interfolded rim of the little opening, which seemed to contract inward, 
cringing away from his touch.

Kneeling between Chico's legs, her mouth locked around the pulsing 
girth of his massive prick, Nancy reddened with shame as she felt 
Jose's hands on her naked flesh. She couldn't even see him, and his 
near-anonymity made his lewd probings in her asshole even more 
degrading to Rick's kidnapped young wife. She felt his fingers travel 
downward along the deep crease between her asscheeks until they reached 
the unprotected entrance to her pussy. Deftly, the young Cuban hoodlum 
slipped his finger up inside the hair-lined slit, still swollen and 
sore from all the fucking Bernardo had subjected it to earlier that 
day. His lewdly searching finger burned hotly in its obscene path up 
into her cunthole, and Nancy whimpered helplessly into the heaving 
expanse of Chico's belly.

Jose savored her muffled protests, and noted with satisfaction that she 
didn't try to pull away from him. He could feel himself becoming 
aroused by the sight of her soft naked body hunched over Chico's cock 
as she knelt naked on the floor of the '65 Chevy, her ass and cunt 
completely exposed to the whims of his hands. Still keeping his finger 
imbedded deep in her feverish pussyhole, he used his middle finger to 
begin probing again at her tight, virginal asshole. Mercilessly he 
began twisting it forward, burrowing into the fearfully clenched 
sphincter ring and stretching it painfully, while his other finger 
began a circular motion deep inside her cunt depths.

Tears of pain and humiliation coursed down Nancy's cheeks as Jose's 
lewdly searching fingers seemed to light a fire in her two helplessly 
impaled holes. Yet all the time she maintained her sucking and licking 
motions around Chico's lust-distended cock, her mouth making a wet 
sluicing sound as her head bobbed up and down.

The big Cuban was making low, animal-like groans now as he felt his 
balls harden with the thick load of cum that he would soon jet into the 
humiliated blonde's hotly sucking mouth. But not yet. He wanted to make 
it last as long as possible - it might be his only opportunity with 
this luscious piece of ass. Christ! He could fuck his hot prick into 
her mouth all night, if only there was time. From his position on the 
car seat, he could see Jose twisting and rotating his fingers into her 
asshole and cunt, and the sound of her moans was like music to his 
ears. That was the way he liked it - when the chick protested, when he 
could force her to do things she'd never consent to normally. It made 
him feel more potent and alive than almost anything in the world. 
Reaching down, he gripped Nancy's head in his hands and forced it down 
hard onto his heavily throbbing prick, enjoying the choking sounds that 
rose from her throat as he screwed it in and out, in and out.

Jose's middle finger was now lodged all the way inside Nancy's tiny 
asshole, and he circled it around lewdly, developing a rhythm between 
his two hands. He could feel Nancy's hot pussy juices begin to flow, 
and he knew that no matter how much she might protest, she was 
beginning to enjoy it.

Indeed, the tormented reporter's wife, to her own surprise, was rapidly 
finding the fiery sensations in her womb and belly almost irresistible. 
Involuntarily, she began leaning backward into his hands, driving his 
fingers even farther up inside her belly. A torrent of desperate 
excitement was sweeping her away again, and as she felt it begin to 
overcome her, she gradually lost her fear. Nancy was consumed with the 
sharp lust that assaulted her from every side. Almost eagerly, she 
sucked on Chico's cock, like a child on a stick of candy.

In spite of the dangers and degradations of what was happening to her, 
she was losing consciousness of everything except the irresistible 
sensations of sensual pleasure that coursed through her nakedly 
kneeling young body. She wanted to cum! She had to! She would explode 
with the need for release if she didn't cum soon. Greedily she sucked 
and pulled on Chico's thickly jerking prick as if, by some sexual 
osmosis, hastening his cum would also bring on her own. She wriggled 
her trembling asscheeks backward against Jose's hands, while her mouth 
pulled at Chico's huge cock like a tiny vacuum cleaner.

And suddenly Chico was there! Groaning feverishly, he released a flood 
of warm white liquid cum into Nancy's hungrily milking mouth. On and on 
it came, and she struggled to take it all, down to the last drop. But 
just as her own cum was about to overwhelm her, only seconds later, 
Jose withdrew his fingers from the straining young wife's two lust-
throbbing holes, leaving her empty and unfulfilled.

She wanted to scream with rage and frustration, and Jose knew it. He 
smiled to himself. This was the way to break in a woman. He'd tried it 
before and it never failed. Keep her so hot that before long she'd be 
begging for it herself. Don't worry, my pretty little slut, he thought. 
You'll have many more chances tonight. We haven't even gotten to our 
destination where the whole gang will be waiting to give you just what 
you want!



Chapter 8


By the time the car stopped, Nancy had no idea where she was. She knew 
it was one of the more run-down areas of the city, much like the 
neighborhood where the deserted house was, but this neighborhood seemed 
lived in, somehow, though the houses were worn down.

Once inside the Mendosas' house, however, she had no more time to 
notice her surroundings, for she was immediately confronted by the dark 
gang leader himself and his gang, and worse still, by his younger 
brother, Bernardo. The young Cuban had sobered up somewhat, but having 
been thoroughly chewed out by his irate brother and gang leader for his 
loose-tongued encounter with Nancy, he was in a rage at Rick Taggart's 
young wife.

"You fucking cunt," he hissed as soon as she was inside the door. "I 
oughta cut you up in little pieces for pulling that trick!"

Nancy didn't even bother to conceal her contempt for the young Morros 
lieutenant as he stood before her, his features twisted into a snarl of 
hate. He was only a punk street kid, that was obvious. There was no 
point in even bothering to respond when she had other, more formidable 
foes to deal with in the persons of Salvador and Jose. So she merely 
glared at him defiantly without answering.

Salvador strolled across the living room until he was face to face with 
Nancy Taggart. His eyes were narrow as he gazed at the naively stubborn 
girl who had tried to outsmart him. For a long moment, he stared at 
her, and then suddenly he slapped her twice, hard across the face. 
Nancy gasped and brought her hand to her cheeks, fighting down the 
tears that rose to her eyes.

"You better be glad you are a woman," the gang leader snarled, "because 
if you were a man I'd break every bone in your body, you lying little 
cunt. But maybe this way is better. You'll have plenty of time to think 
about what you have done to the Morros this evening. Plenty of time to 
make up for what you have done."

"Hey, Salvador," Bernardo asked suddenly, grabbing Maria Paloma's arm 
and shoving her forward into the center of the room. "Why don't we have 
a real party? I mean, we don't wanna wear the blonde cunt out before we 
all get a chance at her, and Maria here's a real juicy piece of ass. 
Maybe they could put on a show like."

Maria's mouth fell open in indignation and fear-tinged surprise as she 
heard Bernardo's suggestion. The curvaceous brunette was used to his 
outrageous demands, but this was more than she'd bargained for.

"I don't mind doing a number with the chick," she said carefully, "but 
I ain't lettin' those creeps put their hands on me. I ain't no whore!"

"You'll do what I tell ya, cunt," Bernardo snarled, "or you will be one 
very sorry chica. You dig?"

"I'll be sorry like what? But those creeps don't get near me, and 
that's that!" Although Maria was outwardly defiant, Bernardo's threat 
unnerved the girl, for she knew what he would do to her to make her 
sorry and it would not be good.

"Never mind, Bernardo," Salvador interrupted smoothly. "We got enough 
whore here for everybody even without her. Just a show to get everybody 
hot, that's all we need."

"Okay, bitch," Chico hurled at Maria, his eyes dark with anger at her 
sudden defiance, "you beard Salvador. Get your clothes off and start 
shakin' your ass."

With apparent unconcern, Maria prepared herself to do as he ordered, 
waiting until the new arrivals were seated and provided with beers. She 
didn't want to make Chico too mad, so she thought she'd better make her 
little act good.

Nancy watched, wide-eyed, while the voluptuous dark-haired girl slowly 
raised her T-shirt up over her head and took it off. She was wearing a 
provocative black lace bra that pushed her sensuous titties up and out, 
and the Morros cheered raucously as she began to disrobe. Throwing the 
T-shirt aside, she unzipped her jeans and lowered them slowly over her 
hips, wriggling out of them with an expert twist of her hips. A narrow 
wisp of bikini panties was all she wore underneath. Reaching behind 
her, she undid the clasp of her bra, and slowly slipped the straps off 
her shoulders, finally letting the flimsy garment drop completely to 
reveal to the eyes of the onlookers her voluptuously trembling titties, 
tipped with deep cherry-red nipples.

Then she paraded around the room, just out of reach of the lusting gang 
members, arching her back and jutting her hugely billowing tits 
forward, and occasionally wriggling her rounded little asscheeks, much 
to the appreciation of her audience, who called encouragement from the 
sidelines.

Then, with the skill of a practiced stripper, the brunette lowered her 
panties slowly, teasingly, first down a few inches, then back up, with 
her thumbs hooked in the narrow elastic waistband, and lowering them a 
little further with each movement. Nancy couldn't believe the 
brazenness of the young girl, and at the same time, she was nervous 
about what would come next. Just exactly what was expected of her in 
the little show she and Maria were to put on?

She didn't have to wait long to find out. As soon as Maria was 
completely naked, one of the gang called out, "Now get the other one 
naked too! I want another look at her sweet blonde gringa pussy!"

Striding over to her, Maria began unbuttoning Nancy's raincoat. 
Suddenly she felt a rush of sympathy for what the blonde girl, scarcely 
older than herself, was going to have to endure.

"Don't worry, honey," she whispered seeing the look of shame and terror 
in Nancy's eyes. "Just relax and enjoy it! It's easier that way. And 
don't let 'em know you're scared!"

Relieved by the girl's encouragement, as though she at least was an 
ally, however unreliable, Nancy allowed herself to be stripped again, 
until she too was stark naked before the roomful of the Morros gang. 
Following Maria's lead, she walked seductively around the room, trying 
not to let her feelings of fear and degradation show. Head high and 
hands on her hips, she strode around in a circle, being careful to stay 
out of reach of the spectators.

"Man I cast wait to feel my cock inside that pussy," Esteban and 
another member of the gang said. "I could cum all over her just 
lookin'."

"Down on the floor, blondie, and show us your pussy!"

"Spread 'em, cunt!"

The cries seemed to come from everywhere at once, and burning with 
shame, Nancy positioned herself on the floor, her slender white legs 
spread wide. Of all the things that had happened to her, this was 
certainly the worst so far - to be forced to . . . to make love to 
another woman! It was sick and perverted, and Nancy didn't know how she 
would get through the ordeal that lay ahead of her, but she steeled 
herself to do her best.

While the Morros called instructions, and coarse jokes from the 
sidelines, Maria sat down next to the subjugated young reporter's wife 
and began lightly stroking her softly billowing tits, and caressing her 
face and hair. Then to Nancy's shock, the girl drew her face closer and 
kissed her fully on the mouth. At first the young wife was disgusted, 
but at the same time she was surprised to realize that there was 
something not entirely unpleasant in the other girl's caresses. It was 
strange, yes, but not as terrible as she had expected, and she found 
she could endure it without too much difficulty.

Maria's lips traveled downward over her shoulders and tits, seizing 
first one tender nipple and then the other in her mouth, sucking on the 
sensitive little buds until they stood out in wetly glistening pyramid-
shaped points. Tiny shivers of arousal coursed through Nancy's nakedly 
defenseless body, still unsatisfied and actually hungry for more 
fucking after the uncompleted fingerfucking she'd received from Jose in 
the car. Closing her eyes, she let Maria ease her backward until she 
was lying on her back on the carpet.

"Wiggle around and moan a lot," Maria instructed in a low whisper. 
"They like that." Then she once again bent over the young blonde wife's 
lewdly splayed form and began working her lips over the smooth white 
swell of Nancy's belly, while her hands continued their sensual caress 
of her ecstatically trembling titties.

Nancy was grateful for the Spanish girl's understanding, even sympathy, 
even though Maria had played no small part in getting the young wife 
here in the first place. But at least now she seemed to be trying to 
make it as easy on her as possible, even if it was only because she was 
angry with Bernardo and the rest.

Maria didn't quite understand it herself. But what the hell, she 
figured. The chica's never done nothing to me. Why should I treat her 
the way these goons do? Without abandoning her tender caress of Nancy's 
tits, the young girl used her knees to push the young wife's legs 
apart, and then positioned herself up between them. Hunching her body 
over, Maria let her hands trail down to the blonde girl's lewdly 
revealed pussy, and then, placing her thumbs on the soft pink outer 
lips, separated them and dropped her head, letting her tongue lick 
snake-like the full length of Nancy's wide-spread cunt split.

Lightly she flicked her tongue over the older girl's throbbing clit, 
causing Nancy to sigh involuntarily with pleasure at the tingling 
sensations it produced deep in her finger-spread loins. Lying back, she 
felt wild surges of heated sensuality wash through her nakedly aroused 
body from the amoral girl's incredible tonguing. Maria's tongue flitted 
softly over the naked young wife's vulnerable pussy, never lighting 
anywhere for long, but darting from one achingly sensitive area of 
Nancy's cunt flesh to another.

"Oooooooohhhh . . . Maria . . ." the passive young wife moaned 
ecstatically as the girl's wetly searching lips danced maddeningly over 
the petal-like folds of her quivering cunt. "Yesssss!"

Their eyes riveted to the scene, Salvador's thugs made coarse jokes as 
Maria ran her tongue obscenely up and down the entire length of Nancy's 
throbbing pussylips, sending rushes of trembling pleasure searing 
upward throughout the young wife's body. Maria's tongue soon returned 
to the pulsating bud of her little clit and began to massage it lewdly, 
her lips and teeth finding just the right spot that she knew would 
drive her partner wild with excitement. Her hands moved adventurously 
over Nancy's hotly throbbing titties and smooth white shoulders as she 
sucked and licked voraciously at the delicate little bud of her clit 
until it began to quiver with passion, rising up erect like an aroused 
little miniature prick.

Nancy could not restrain herself from letting her hand flutter down to 
stroke the short black strands of Maria's hair as the curvaceous 
brunette continued to tongue-fuck her. It was almost as though she 
wanted to return some measure of affection to the girl for the 
incredibly sweet sensations of arousal she was creating. Never in her 
strangest dreams would the young wife have imagined she could find such 
enjoyment in the sexual embrace of another female, especially under 
such nightmarish circumstances, but there was no question but that her 
helpless body was responding with shameless delight.

The lewdly sucking young girl suddenly darted her questing wet tongue 
up into the tight puckered entrance of Nancy's passion-drenched cunt.

"Ooooooohhh yyyyeeeeesssss!" the hotly stimulated young blonde cried 
out as she felt for the first time the maddening thrill of another 
woman's tongue in her love-hungry cunt. Maria flicked the tip into the 
older girl's pussy and jolting flashes of pleasure surged through 
Nancy's writhing body as the brunette's serpentine tongue slid 
obscenely up into the heated softness of her fevered pussy. She opened 
her legs wide and pulled her knees up and back, giving Maria full 
access to her wildly throbbing cunt, no longer caring that she was 
putting on a shameless exhibition for a room full of lustfully aroused 
gorillas. The only thing that mattered now was losing herself in the 
rising tide of sensuality that billowed around her like a protective 
cloud. Heatedly, she ground her hungrily devouring pussy up into the 
younger girl's face and fought back a shrill scream of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Salvador, who had been watching the lewd female coupling with 
interest, called new instructions to the two girls. "Swing around, 
Nancy. Swing around and suck Maria off too!"

Lost in a blissful dream state, Nancy did not at first comprehend the 
new demand, but Maria knew immediately. Quickly she reversed the 
position of her own naked body, straddling her legs over the young 
wife's face, her throbbing cunt hovering directly over Nancy's mouth. 
Then she bent down, supported on her elbows, and continued to lick 
greedily at the warm succulent cunt slit below her own face.

At first Nancy was shocked by what was being asked of her. Somehow, 
despite all that her mind and body had been subjected to in the past 
few days, she still found strength to recoil from this new command.

"Go on!" Salvador shouted a warning as he saw her hesitate. "Get your 
hot little tongue into Maria's pussy! Now! Lick it!"

His coarse command was echoed by the violently aroused Morros gang, 
some of whom had already taken their cocks out and were massaging them 
openly. Realizing that things would get worse if she didn't comply, 
Nancy closed her eyes and, fighting down a sudden resurgence of shame, 
reluctantly pushed out her tongue as Maria lowered her wetly glistening 
cunt onto her face.

At first the young wife recoiled from the tart feminine wetness as her 
tongue probed nervously at the throbbing flesh of the other girl's 
pussylips. Soon, however, her former sense of compelling desire 
returned, further charged by Maria's tormenting little tongue fucking 
so wantonly in and out of her aching cunt depths. Timidly she began to 
explore the warmly quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the 
delicate strands of dark cunt hairs that lined the soft wet cleft. 
Finding Maria's tiny clit, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and 
was startled to feel the little bud leap eagerly into hardness.

"Oooooooooooh," Maria mewled as Nancy continued to lick her now lustily 
throbbing clit. The dark-haired girl increased her own lewd activity, 
darting her tongue quickly and deeply in and out of the tender folds of 
clasping cunt flesh beneath her face.

The street gang watched lasciviously as the two sensual young females 
undulated their naked bodies in oblivious passion, their full red lips 
crushed against each other's pinkly glistening pussies as they moaned 
with lewd delight.

"Oh yeah," Bernardo cried, jerking wildly at his bloated cock. "Suck 
off, you bitches, suck off!"

Nancy was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy, and she fucked 
her tongue into Maria's hotly clasping cunt, exploring every inch of 
that succulent interior. Maria moaned in animal delight as her heatedly 
throbbing cunt walls began to expand and contract with increasing 
intensity and hot flashes of excruciating pleasure wound through her 
wantonly twisting young body. She knew her cum wasn't far off now, and 
she redoubled her efforts by plunging her tongue deeper and deeper up 
between Nancy's frantically clutching thighs.

"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnngggghh!" the desire-crazed young wife mewled as she 
twisted and writhed her whitely gleaming body up and down on the floor, 
her tongue-spread cunt ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if 
she were sinking into a cloud of hot, velvety softness, consumed by a 
tidal wave of sweet aching wetness. I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm really 
cumming, she thought, amazed that it could happen with a woman.

Both girls were cumming, transported now on an incredible vortex of 
mind-shattering cums. Wave after wave of lust-heated delight washed 
over them as their madly licking tongues fucked mercilessly into each 
other's wetly frothing pussy.

Suddenly as the two girls reached the convulsive height of their 
climaxes, Bernardo yanked Maria away from Nancy's deliriously throbbing 
body. "Okay, bitch," he spat, holding his massively erect cock in the 
palm of his hand. "You had yours, now let me show this cunt what a man 
can do!" Viciously he shoved the brunette away and she landed in a heap 
on the side of the room.

"You fucking, cocksucking creep, Bernardo," Maria muttered, rubbing her 
bruised flesh. "I'll get even with you for this, goddammit!"

Nancy, meanwhile, through her blurred vision, her mind still reeling 
from her explosive cum, could see the powerfully built gang member 
leering down at her with crude intent. She realized in a flash that her 
ordeal was far from over, for behind him she could see the others - all 
except Salvador, who was watching from his chair - lining up, eagerly 
stroking their huge, pulsing cocks to rigid readiness.

In a sudden move, Bernardo was on top of her, and without warning, he 
screwed his massively throbbing prick deep into her passion-drenched 
pussy, fucking into her immediately with brutal ramrod strokes, so that 
the ravaged young wife's body was jerked up off the floor from the 
force of it. Yet once she had adjusted to her cunt-filled state, her 
body began to throb wildly with a renewed savage passion, and she 
slowly was transformed again into a creature of total animal lust.

"Oh yesssss! Yeeeesssssss!" she cried, nearly incoherent with mounting 
rapture as her wetly quaking pussy reached cum after cum. "Yessssss! 
Fuck me! All of you, fuck me goood!"

Maria, meanwhile, unnoticed by the others, had quietly retrieved her 
clothes and hid in the shadows by the door. She watched the depraved 
scene on the floor with eyes flashing deep contempt for the men 
assaulting Nancy's hungrily receptive body.

You will not get away with this, this time. You bastards, you have used 
me once too often and I will get my revenge!

The sex-ravaged young brunette ran hastily down the long corridor 
leading from the living room to the kitchen of the Morros home. Her 
curvaceous body was trembling with anger and she could feel a gnawing, 
nauseous sensation begin to churn in the pit of her belly. Her mind 
reeled with thoughts of revenge, revenge on the whole crew of merciless 
gang members who had treated her so badly and reduced her to nothing 
more than a battered cunt, and yet these thoughts were mixed with the 
deep anxiety and physical distress of her always unsatisfied need for 
more cock. The brunette was barely looking where she was going, as she 
stumbled down the hall, and she did not see the figure that stood in 
the doorway of one of the bedrooms.

"Maria!" she heard a weak voice cry out. "Maria, stop!"

The girl stopped suddenly, for through her now blurring vision she 
suddenly saw that it was Señor Mendosa, Salvador's invalid father, the 
founder of the Morros gang, in the doorway. He was dressed in a 
tattered robe, his face ravaged with illness, and he leaned against the 
doorjamb for support. Maria gasped when she saw the sickly older man, 
for the young girl had never before seen him leave the bedroom. The 
sight of Leonardo Mendosa no longer propped up in his bed startled her, 
and she gasped with alarm.

"Señor Mendosa! What . . . what are you doing out of bed?"

The wan-faced man stared down at the trembling abused girl, his eyes as 
sharp as two stilettos and burning with anger.

"What's going on in my house, Maria?" he asked in a thin but determined 
voice. "You tell me what's going on in there!"

"Nothing . . . nothing, I swear it. The gang is just playin', talkin' 
and drinkin' - that's all."

"You're lying to me, Maria," Leonardo Mendosa said, his voice shrill 
and harsh. "I know you're lying to me. Just like my boys have been 
lying to me." He took a step toward her, and Maria knew that each step 
was costing the old man precious energy, yet she was herself in no 
condition to protest or even talk.

"Señor Mendosa," she stammered nervously, "you got to go back to bed. 
Salvador and Bernardo wouldn't like it if they knew you was comin' 
downstairs."

"I don't care. I want to know what's going on here tonight with the 
gang. For years I have not said a word, have not asked a question, but 
no more! Something is happening here tonight, I feel it in my heart, 
and I must know what it is. Is Bernardo there with them? Are both of my 
sons in there? Answer me!"

Leonardo was face to face with Maria Paloma now, and his eyes were 
watery with bitter tears. Maria's first instinct was to run, to run 
away from the house as fast as possible and find a fix. Salvador and 
the others would be furious if they knew that their father was out of 
his room, and she knew her life wouldn't be worth two cents if she 
helped the sickly old man, or told him what was going on in the living 
room. Yet, in the next moment, her need for revenge came surging into 
her brain. Why shouldn't I tell him, she thought to herself, after the 
way those bastards have treated me?

"They're . . . they're in the living room," she murmured finally. "But 
you mustn't go in there, Señor Mendosa, you mustn't."

Leonardo gazed steadily into the girl's eyes, and at once he understood 
the heartache and trouble the young Spanish girl had experienced in her 
short life. Many of the young Latin women had hard lives here in the 
barrio. Many times harder than that of the men. When he was young, he 
had not understood this but as he had grown older and more ill, he had 
had the time to sit back and look at the world around him. He had seen 
much that he had not noticed before. Weakly the old man raised his 
gnarled hand and tenderly touched the young brunette's face.

"I must go in there, Maria . . . I have been quiet for too long. I am 
the man who started the Morros but I did not start it for bad things, 
only for a means of survival." But his son and the other gang members 
were abusing the power he had set up. They must now be stopped. "You go 
home, niña. If they know you have helped me they will kill you, I know 
that. Let me do this myself . . . go . . ."

"But Señor, you should be in bed . . ."

"Yes . . . perhaps . . . but it would be better for me to die than to 
go on being silent. It isn't for me I do this. It is for my sons. I 
will not have them sin like this; they will ruin their lives. I will 
not have it . . . you must go now . . . please . . ."

"All . . . all right . . . but promise me you'll be careful . . . 
please."

"I am an old man, Maria, and sick, but I still have some strength left. 
Don't worry about me. You go now . . . and if you can . . . get out . . 
. get out and leave here forever."

"Maybe I'll do that, Señor Mendosa."

"Good. Now go. I must see what is happening. I must know what is 
happening now with the Morros."

At the end of the hall in the living room, Nancy Taggart, the young 
reporter's wife, lay on the carpet, her naked body throbbing with 
galvanic sexual excitement and her glistening skin damp with 
perspiration. She had been mercilessly fucked by everyone in the room 
now - everyone, that is, but Salvador Mendosa. Despite her humiliation, 
she had experienced several explosive cums from the relentless attacks 
of the obscene Morros members, and she was now barely conscious, her 
brain reeling with excitement and too numb to reason. Rick's young wife 
had totally surrendered to the gang now, for there was no way she could 
resist them. The stinging pain that still lingered in her cheek was a 
vivid, reminder that the Cubans would stop at nothing to get what they 
wanted. She was trapped, and not only was she being systematically 
raped by all of them, but she knew that she in a sick sense was 
enjoying their cocks as much as they had enjoyed her cunt. Hot tears 
began to stream down her cheeks as she lay helpless and ravaged on the 
floor. But it really didn't matter how much she liked it. She was still 
their slave, their helpless slave.

Suddenly Salvador strode toward her nakedly throbbing form, his face 
split with a cruel smile. Bending over the captive blonde, he reached 
down roughly and began to squeeze the hotly quaking mounds of her huge 
tits.

"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits, Bernardo, wouldn't you 
say?"

"Yeah, she's a real nice piece of ass, Salvador," Bernardo answered 
eagerly, his muscular body surging with renewed desire. After he had 
screwed her, he had watched each of the other Morros fucking the young 
blonde and now he wanted to fuck her again. "I want to screw that cunt 
again, Salvador."

"In a minute, Bernardo, in a minute," his older brother answered, as he 
began to strip himself of his own clothing. "Her pussy should be nice 
and slippery now, real good fucking for a young stud like you."

Nancy closed her eyes, trying to blot out the depraved conversation 
from her mind, trying to close her ears to the foul language they used 
in discussing her as though she were a piece of meat.

Salvador was completely naked now, his legs straddling her milk-white 
hips as he knelt, bending down so that his lips closed around first one 
softly throbbing nipple then the other. He sucked and bit at the tender 
flesh, while the other Morros laughed crudely, made obscene remarks, 
and continued to drink. After a few moments, the gang leader pulled 
away and stood up, leaving Nancy's tiny budlike nipples swollen and red 
from his vicious sucking.

"Bernardo," he called to his eagerly expectant brother. Turn the bitch 
over. I'm gonna give her a special treat."

Obediently, Bernardo bent down and gripped the captive reporter's 
wife's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her belly, 
while his eyes hungrily drank in her glistening white nakedness. Nancy 
lay on the rug without struggling now, shame and humiliation coursing 
through her brutalized flesh, her voluptuously rounded asscheeks 
quivering from the deep, soulful sobs that periodically escaped from 
her lips.

Salvador waited for a moment, standing between her ankles, while his 
huge thick cock grew more rigidly erect and jerked lewdly at the sight 
of Nancy's helplessly exposed asscheeks. Then he stooped, grabbed both 
of the subjugated girl's ankles and yanked at them harshly, spraying 
them painfully apart.

"Oh no, please, no," she whimpered. Her helpless body squirmed in a 
futile gesture of resistance as she tried to worm out of his cruel 
grasp.

"Hold her, hold her," Salvador yelled to his younger brother, who 
pushed his hand down hard into the small of her back, pressing her 
belly tight against the rug. Nancy struggled again for a moment, then 
lay still, her ravaged body shaking and exhausted from the repeated 
fuckings the gang had given her.

The muscular Morros leader dropped to his knees between the girl's 
lewdly splayed legs and ran his hands greedily over the long, tapering 
lines of her trembling calves and up inside her cum-smeared thighs to 
the cum-drenched flesh up between her legs. The shadowy cunt cleft 
there was wet and inviting and Salvador growled in rising excitement as 
he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's 
helplessly exposed white asscheeks, parting it slightly so that her 
tiny puckered asshole was visible to his lustful gaze. Slowly he drew 
apart the soft white cheeks of her ass as she groaned and tried to 
tense them together. Her continued resistance only made him dig his 
fingers harder into the pliant flesh until she realized that her 
struggles only meant pain and that it was best to surrender and let him 
do as he wished.

The rest of the Morros murmured with rising lust as they realized that 
Salvador intended to fuck the girl in the ass. There was a roar of 
approval as the tight ring of her asshole came into view and then a 
burst of laughter as Salvador thrust experimentally at it with his 
outstretched middle finger.

Nancy cried out in pain and her body jerked forward as she felt his 
finger intrude roughly into her tight rubbery nether opening. She 
suddenly realized what he intended and began to shake with terror, 
humiliated to the very core of her being at the thought of being raped 
in her ass! She had thought she had experienced the worst already, but 
now she knew that her torment had only just begun. Pressing her pelvis 
hard into the carpet, she tensed her prim white asscheeks together to 
escape the finger being fucked up into her rectal depths, but it was 
useless, for he burrowed forward again, sinking it in to the first 
knuckle.

"Aaaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhh!" she cried out pitifully, clenching her 
asscheeks together as far as she could and trapping his hand between 
the soft white mounds.

"Open it bitch," he commanded, slapping down with all his strength with 
the other until his finger broke through her desperate but futile 
resistance past the second knuckle. Nancy groaned aloud and then in 
piteous submission, relaxed her sphincter muscles to his obscene 
invasion.

As he scoured his middle finger mercilessly into her abused little 
asshole, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, he 
began to stroke his blood-swollen cock with his other hand, preparatory 
to skewering the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly 
beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and 
forefinger to expose the huge bulbous head, and aimed the huge, thick 
instrument directly at the opening now partially stretched from the 
brutal ravishment of his finger.

Salvador again spread her nakedly trembling asscheeks wide with his 
thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large 
circle of saliva on the tiny circle to moisten and lubricate his entry, 
while the others in the room watched as if transfixed.

Leaning forward, the dark Morros leader pressed the whole of his body 
down against his helpless captive's back and slid his massive cock 
along her sweat-dampened nether crevice until the tip rested against 
the tiny throbbing hole glistening with his spit. Then, levering 
himself up on his elbows, he pressured his hips forward, directing his 
lust-swollen cock straight against the fearfully clenched opening. 
Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his huge cockhead cruelly 
forward into her tight little asshole.

"Stop! Uuuuuggggghhhh! Stop!" she screamed. "Oh God, stop it, you're 
killing me. Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggg!"

Nancy writhed and moaned in agony, both from the painful pressure on 
her unprotected asshole and from the knowledge that she was being 
degraded to a point she had never imagined possible. And there was 
nothing she could do about it! She was their beast of burden now, and 
her naked young body was theirs to use as they wished.

Bernardo watched hungrily as his older brother's ass-splitting cock 
burrowed farther and farther up into the tightly resisting ring now 
clasping the tip of the Morros leader's cock like a wide-stretched 
rubber band. He wanted to fuck her too, and the thought made his prick 
lurch in almost uncontrollable excitement, jerking rigidly with lust 
and hungry anticipation.

"Aaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Nancy gasped again as Salvador's massively 
swollen cock finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully 
cringing depths of her asshole until it was driven in all the way to 
the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then lay still to ease 
the pain, sobbing out her shame and anguish.

"Nice tight little asshole," the hoodlum growled above her. He reached 
down, grasped her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up 
to her knees, bending her subservient young body unmercifully. Then he 
began to fuck in and out of her cock-split asshole, stretching her 
nether opening wider and wider with painful forward strokes, bringing 
groans of protest from the cringing wife's lips and howls of obscene 
pleasure from the eagerly watching Morros gang.

Bernardo, standing impatiently beside them and frantically jerking on 
his lust-hardened prick, was out of his mind with eagerness to join the 
orgy, to fuck her at the same time as his brother!

"Hey, Salvador," he called out urgently, "can we turn her on her side 
so I can get in on the action?"

"Sure, Bernardo," Salvador answered, proud to be able to share the 
trembling young blonde's body with his younger brother. He knew at that 
moment that his brother would one day take his place as head of the 
Morros, and that they would fuck the reporter's wife together now as if 
it were a sign of the respect he had for his younger brother.

"Bernardo, come and get your piece!"

Bernardo jumped at the words and lay eagerly next to the young ass-
fucked blonde. He was going to enjoy this, he thought, enjoy making her 
pay for what she had done to him earlier that afternoon. A woman should 
not get away with making a fool out of a man. And with that thought, 
and before Nancy knew what was happening, he rammed his prick up into 
her cum-slick cunt.

"Aaammmmhhhh!" Nancy Taggart moaned at the lewd double impalement and 
then lay still, afraid to move, sandwiched between Salvador, whose 
rigidly thickened cock filled her bruised wide-stretched asshole, and 
his younger brother Bernardo, who lay on his side facing her, his 
heavily throbbing prick sunk deep into her cum-drenched little pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," she groaned helplessly again from the pain and almost 
unbearable shame, trapped between the two brothers, impaled on their 
hotly throbbing cocks like an insect on a display board, with only the 
thin wall of flesh between her asshole and pussy to separate the two 
vicious instruments of torture.

Bernardo began immediately to fuck into the young reporter's wife's 
throbbing cunthole, excited nearly to the bursting point at the idea of 
sharing a woman with his brother for the first time. He fucked into her 
with cruelly knifing force, as Salvador screwed upwards from behind, 
ramming his thick, blood-engorged cock into the very depths of her 
ravaged asshole. It took a moment, but then they developed a natural 
rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam 
rubber. She was groaning piteously now as they smacked into her body 
with harder and harder force.

The young housewife's loins were stretched wide by the two lust-
thickened rods of male flesh and every inch of her milk-white body 
throbbed with torturous pain. She was drowned in humiliation now, a 
cringing mass of abused and ravaged feminine flesh.

But then, deep in her loins, as the two brothers fucked her 
unmercifully, a new sensation began to grow, faint zephyrs of pleasure 
that grew stronger and stronger with each brutally ramming stroke up 
between her legs from front and back.

It seemed to the skewered blonde wife that her traitorous body was once 
again betraying her. She was being fucked in the pussy and asshole by 
two members of the cruel Morros gang, and she was beginning to enjoy 
it!

Hardly had she begun to comprehend this bewildering turn of events when 
an overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body and 
completely obliterated the burning shame. It mingled in her loins with 
the sharply wrenching pain so that she shook with a deeply thrilling 
sense of savage animal excitement. As the feeling grew, the young girl 
began to moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing her cock-filled body 
between the brutally fucking Cuban brothers like a lust-conquered 
whore.

A raging hurricane of masochistic delight swirled from the depths of 
her. Her helplessness and the realization of her lewd position, ogled 
and abused by a roomful of hoodlums, shameful to her only moments 
before, now charged her with sexual excitement. Her hips began to move 
eagerly backwards to meet the savage upthrusting of Salvador's thickly 
fucking cock, then forward again to swallow the whole of Bernardo's 
deeply screwing prick. She undulated wildly between the two rutting 
males, rotating and heaving against them in utter obscene abandon.

"Yyyyyyyeeeesssss!" she heard herself scream wildly, 
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, yeeeessssssss!"

The Mendosa brothers fucked her more and more wildly, urged on by her 
obvious change of attitude and lewd cries. The other gang members in 
the room were in a frenzy of lust as well, and had begun to jerk off as 
they found themselves once more aroused by the lurid scene they were 
witnessing. Salvador, Bernardo and Nancy were groaning in mutually 
shared bestial excitement, groaning out a bizarre cry of heated sexual 
debauchery. So involved with their obscene activities were they that no 
one in the room noticed the door to the hallway being opened slowly and 
the pathetic wasted figure standing in the shadows watching the torrid 
scene with horrified eyes.

Nancy was nearly out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began 
sobbing excitedly as her thrashing loins reached even greater heights 
of naked excitement. She was cumming, cumming uncontrollably and her 
madly throbbing cunt secreted a sweet gushing fluid that drove her 
nearly incoherent with delight. Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, 
and her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as cum after 
mind-blowing cum rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly 
exploding cunt flesh.

"Oh God, oh God," she sobbed, "don't stop. I'm cummmmmmming! 
Cuuummmmmmmmiiiinnnnnggg!"

Both Salvador and his brother heard her cry and sensed her overpowering 
climax and it charged them with renewed strength. Their two obscenely 
inflated cocks became potent with raw masculine power as they fucked 
from front and back, searing the twin channels of her loins like mighty 
cannons, brothers now sharing the triumph of their subjugation of this 
ravishingly beautiful creature pressed between their hard masculine 
bodies.

"Uuuuunnnnnggggggghhhhhh!!!" Bernardo groaned as his cum-bloated balls 
suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pleasure. 
"I'm cumming too! Aaaaaaaggggghhhh!"

And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white-hot juice 
into Nancy's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep 
guttural moans, filling her with his young liquid cum.

Behind them, Salvador held off as long as possible, priding himself in 
his ability to withhold his cum until the moment when he felt the time 
was ripe for his release. Finally, however, he could wait no longer, 
and he began to knife his huge lust-hardened cock forwards into Nancy's 
greedily clenching asshole like a jack-hammer, his great strength 
making him powerful as a bull as he tore cruelly into the girl's cock-
filled ass depths. His swollen cum-laden balls could no longer hold his 
wildly churning juices now, and the slickly boiling cum traveled up 
long the massive length of his deeply fucking cock until it burst 
through the parted glans of his cockhead and gushed into the dark 
interior of Nancy's asshole, filling her aching rectum with a radiant 
burst of heat that made her delight soar immeasurably.

On and on it came, and they were joined by Chico, Jose and the others 
who jerked themselves off as they watched, grunting like jungle 
primitives. Finally, Bernardo pulled away, exhausted, leaving only his 
older brother to complete the last few hard strokes until he, too, was 
drained of his juices. Then, he stopped, and a momentary silence fell 
over the room.

Then, in the next second, an old man's voice was heard, crying out with 
a voice shaking with tears of sorrow.

"Animals! Animals!"

Salvador turned quickly, his eyes widening with shock when he saw the 
stooped figure of his invalid father standing weakly in the doorway.



Chapter 9


Nancy Taggart walked lightly down the street and up the steps of the 
county courthouse. She felt so good inside, and she hadn't felt this 
good since before her husband was arrested for selling grass to school 
kids. So many things had happened since that fateful night when the 
police had come knocking at the door of their house to arrest him, so 
many things! She didn't know if she would ever get around to telling 
her Rick the half of it. In fact, she knew that she wouldn't.

She stopped halfway up the courthouse stairs for a moment and thought 
about it. What would Rick's reaction be if he found out what she had 
been doing with her free time ever since he had been arrested? What 
would he say if he knew that the gang he had tried so hard to destroy 
had nearly destroyed her? She remembered how wild she had been the 
night that Chico and the other Morros called Jose had broken into her 
house by using the little spanish girl, Maria Paloma as bait. How they 
had made her take off her clothes, and then, dressed only in a coat, 
had taken her to the Mendosa brothers' house where they had proceeded 
to screw her to within an inch of her life. Who knows what would have 
happened to her had not the older Mendosa, the father of Salvador and 
Bernardo, been awakened by her cries and come to find what horrible 
thing his sons were doing.

She remembered that moment with a shudder. She had been wedged tightly 
between the two brothers, as they were both fucking her at the same 
time, one in her asshole and the other in her cunt. She had been out of 
her mind from the wild cum they had just given her when she had looked 
up into the pain-filled face of the older Mendosa. She had thought at 
that moment that she was a dead woman, the look in his eyes was so 
cruel, but then, she had realized that the look was not for her but for 
the man's sons, who were committing a terrible crime in the old man's 
eyes. After that everything had seemed to happen so quickly. Before she 
knew it, she had been bundled back up in her coat and they were driving 
her back to her house. She had arrived there in one piece and the 
Morros who had brought her there had left without so much as a word. 
After a few minutes of recovery, Nancy had gone straight to the phone 
and called the police, filling them in on all of the information that 
she had managed to get out of Bernardo only that afternoon.

She read the whole story of their arrest in the morning paper. And 
someone, Nancy liked to think that it had been Maria, had gone to the 
police to clear her husband of the false charges that had been laid 
upon him. And now here she was picking him up at the courthouse.

It was going to be wonderful having her husband back with her. And she 
had some great news to tell him too. Nancy Taggart was going to be a 
reporter just like her husband! She had even confirmed the job with 
Rick's editor. She had done so well in finishing up Rick's assignment 
that he had hired her instantly.

Ooohhh! She shook with excitement from her head to her toes, and her 
pussy grew wet and hot at the thought. Not only was she going to get 
her husband back, but she was going to be a reporter, and she was going 
to see if she could get her first assignment with her husband to finish 
his series of articles. She would like that, working with all those 
handsome young street-gang members, doing all that research, getting 
all that information on them, just like she had gotten her information 
out of Bernardo. Yes, she would like that very much!


The End