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Archive name: virgin.txt (M/FF-teens, latina)
Authors name: Rick Jordan (rjordan@my-deja.com)
Story title : Virgin Run

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Virgin Run (M/FF-teens, latina) 
by Rick Jordan (rjordan@my-deja.com)

*

A man helps out a couple of illegal emigrants who show 
their gratitude in a most pleasurable way.

*

The headlights came up behind me fast and close. Afraid I 
was going to be rear ended, I pulled over and let him 
pass. The green Border Patrol van sped past me. "Asshole!" 
I thought. "He didn't have to do that."

Ahead almost out of sight, the van pulled over, U-turned 
and came rushing back toward me. This time I pulled over 
and stopped. "What the hell is going on?" I thought. I 
turned the headlights off and watched the van disappear 
again in the rear view mirror. The van had turned around 
in the distance behind me and was headed back more slowly, 
sweeping the bushes along the shoulder of the dark country 
road with spotlights. They were still well back when two 
small figures darted across the road, almost running into 
my dark colored truck.

"Over here! Aqui, aqui!" I shouted at them. Don't ask why.

I don't know myself. My shouting stopped them in their 
tracks. They looked at the van approaching behind us, then 
at me and must have realized their options were becoming 
very limited at that point. I reached over to open the 
passenger door and two darkly dressed figures jumped in 
and closed the door.

Quickly I started the truck and slowly drove off so that I 
wouldn't attract attention. The van continued its search 
with the spotlights and soon disappeared from view behind 
us.

With the initial excitement over, reality began to sink 
in. If the Border Patrol caught me helping illegals, I 
could be arrested. Worse, who the hell are these people? 
They could beat me senseless and take my truck!

"Gracias, senor. Muchas gracias," said a shaky young 
voice--the voice of a woman.

"Si, gracias, senor," the other figure said, also a young 
woman.

I looked at them blankly in the dim light from the 
instrument panel. I began to relax.

"No problem, uhhh...de nada," I answered. Growing up in 
California, you can't help but pick up some of the 
language, but I hadn't picked up much.

"My name is Martin," I told them, pointing at myself.

"Como se llama?" I asked them.

"Graciela...Gracie," the one next to me answered. She 
pointed to her friend. "This is Marisa."

They were dirty and their clothes were torn, but they 
certainly weren't much of a threat to me!

"Do you speak English?" I asked them in general.

"Si, a little," Gracie said. "Marisa, no English."

"My God! How old are you guys?" They looked too young to 
be crossing the border like this alone.

"Diez y nueve," said Gracie, nervously slipping into 
Spanish. "I mean 19. Marisa is 18."

"Where are you going?" I asked. "Do you have a place to 
go?"

"We have relatives in Fresno. I live there. I went back to 
Mexico to bring Marisa. Can you help us?"

Obviously, I had jumped into this whole thing without a 
plan. I was winging it minute by minute. When I picked 
them up, I had no idea what I was going to do beyond 
getting them out of their immediate predicament with the 
Border Patrol. I looked at them now. Young, tired, scared 
and probably hungry.

"Look. I don't know how much I can do. Fresno is a long 
ways off, and I have to work tomorrow. I'll get you a 
motel room so that you can clean up and get some rest and 
we'll decide what to do in the morning. OK?

I found a quiet motel along the old highway. It was cheap 
and out of sight. The women stayed in the truck while I 
registered.

I asked the clerk for a room towards the back. He handed 
me a key and I walked back to the truck.

"Room 124," I told the women absently. I drove around to 
the room and parked just outside the door. Gracie and 
Marisa got out of the truck and grabbed the small duffels 
they had thrown in the back of the truck. I hadn't even 
noticed that they had bags with them.

The room was clean with a queen bed, a small TV and a 
couple of unmatched chairs and a table. Gracie and Marisa 
stood just inside the door, not sure of how to act.

"You guys get cleaned up and I'll go out for some food," I 
said. They looked at me like frightened puppies as I left, 
probably wondering if I would come back for them. I did, 
of course, twenty minutes later with a sack of tacos and 
three cokes. "Hey, what the hell," I thought. "Everybody 
likes Mexican food, right?"

The bathroom door was closed, but I could hear Gracie and 
Marisa chattering happily and excitedly to each other in 
Spanish. Half of what they said I couldn't hear, and the 
other half I couldn't understand. I turned on the TV and 
flopped down on the bed. It had been a long day. The water 
droned in the bathroom, the TV droned on the rickety table 
and despite my hunger I began to doze off.

"Martin," a soft voice called.

"Martin," another even softer voice. Both pronounced it 
"Marteen", accenting the last syllable. I opened my eyes, 
temporarily disoriented.

"Holy shit!" I cried. Gracie and Marisa jumped back 
startled. I looked at them standing there, dressed only in 
men's white T-shirts with their long, dark hair falling 
damply over their small shoulders.

The two scruffy, dirty illegals had changed into pretty 
little angels. Their young, almost virginal beauty took my 
breath away.

Gracie came over and sat on the edge of the bed. I could 
see the V of her pussy hair against her clean white cotton 
panties peaking out from under the loose T-shirt. Marisa 
sat at the foot of the bed nervously knitting her fingers, 
too shy to look up.

"You have been so kind to us, Marteen," she began, 
stroking my hair with her long fingers. "We may never see 
you again after tomorrow. It would be sad not to thank you 
for saving us from la Migra." She leaned down and kissed 
me softly. I held her face and pulled her down to me. My 
tongue slipped easily into her willing mouth.

"We should eat. Me and Marisa have not eaten since 
morning. We will need our strength. You too, Martin." She 
looked at me coyly, then upended the bag of cold soggy 
tacos in the middle of the bed. We all sat around the pile 
of tacos cross-legged and ate them greedily.

"I'm still hungry, Martin," said Gracie after we had eaten 
everything.

"Hey, I'll get more tacos if you want," I told her. But 
that is not what she was hungry for.

Gracie gently pushed me back on the bed and opened my 
shirt. She kissed me slowly on the mouth, then moved down 
to kiss my nipples. Her tongue flicked against them. I 
could feel the ends of her still wet curls trailing over 
my chest like dozens of soft artist's brushes. They left a 
cool wetness, which did nothing to quench the heat that 
was building between us.

I leaned up to remove my shirt. I flung it to the floor 
and Gracie pushed me back down. My button fly jeans came 
open easily in her hands. She hooked her fingers over the 
top and pulled them down with my briefs. My hard 
unyielding cock caught temporarily in the waistband of my 
briefs, then sprung back, whacking my tight belly with a 
loud plop.

Marisa had moved to one of the chairs and let out a little 
cry. I looked over to see her staring at my enlarged cock 
pulsating near my belly in time with my racing heartbeat.

Gracie grabbed the root of my throbbing cock with her 
small fist. She squeezed it gently and watched the head 
grow larger and more purple. She wrapped her small mouth 
around the tip and took in as much as she could--barely 
more than the hooded tip. Not able to take my engorged 
dick very far into her small mouth, she opened and closed 
her mouth, squishing her soft hot tongue against the 
sensitive underside. Her saliva ran in warm liquid 
rivulets down my shaft and over my tightened balls.

Every so often, she would relax her grip allowing the 
blood to drain from the swollen head, then draw it into 
her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Then 
she would squeeze the base again, forcing the blood to the 
tip. The pressure from her grip expanded the head and 
forced my cock out of her little mouth until only the head 
remained. She then resumed her tongue squishing movements. 
No woman since has ever been able to duplicate the 
sensations for me. Lord knows I have had them all try.

When I had any control of the situation at all, I would 
glance over at Marisa sitting cross-legged in the chair 
staring at my dick. One hand gripped the chair arm 
tightly. The other hand had disappeared between her legs 
under her baggy T-shirt. Her raspy breath left little 
doubt what she was doing under there. I was a little 
surprised that Marisa never made a move to join us, but 
Gracie's skill commanded all of my attention, and I soon 
quit wondering about it. Marisa seemed to have her own 
interests well in hand, but her eyes never left my cock as 
Gracie's talented mouth continued to work.

"Mmmm. My mouth is tired!" said Gracie coming up for air 
and laughing playfully. In a flash, she pulled off her T-
shirt, slipped out of her panties and grabbed the base of 
my cock again. This time, though, she straddled me, still 
squeezing my cock. Skillfully, she rode down on it until 
it was in her up to her tight little fist. She let go and 
sat down on my throbbing dick until I could feel the bones 
in her ass jamming into my hips. She rode up on my cock 
until I was sure it would pop out, then just in time would 
sit back down on it and slid it in until the head 
stretched against her button-like cervix. I don't think I 
have ever been so deep in a woman before.

I reached for her beautiful young breasts, the size of 
large firm apples and just as sweet. A perfect handful. I 
glanced over at Marisa and she had pulled up her T-shirt 
and had cupped both of her breasts. They looked like twins 
of Gracie's, and she was mimicking with her hands what I 
was doing to Gracie, but she never looked at me.

Gracie pounded up and down on my dick with the energy only 
a teenager could have. Watching her round young tits 
bobbing up and down, watching Marisa squeezing her own 
firm apples, it all became too much. I let out a little 
grunt and Gracie, quick as lightning grabbed the base of 
my cock, pulled it out, gave it a couple quick strokes and 
I exploded.

A long, white hot arc of cum shot into the air and fell 
the length of my chest. Gracie kept pumping it and 
laughing, obviously delighted with the spectacle.
God, sex with her was hot. There is nothing like a sexy, 
turned on Latina woman. Nothing. "Unless," I thought, "it 
is two Latinos."

"Isn't Marisa going to thank me too?" I said jokingly.

"Martin..." Gracie looked at me frowning. "Marisa is... a 
virgin. You cannot ask her to do that."

"I was only kidding," I said lamely. "I didn't know." I 
felt like a jerk.

"It is OK, Martin. I am not angry."

Marisa said something softly without looking at either of 
us. Gracie answered back a bit sharply. It was too soft 
and too fast for me. I couldn't make out any of it with my 
limited Spanish, but I could tell that were arguing about 
something. Maybe Marisa was upset that Gracie had had sex 
with me.

Gracie had the final word, but looked resigned. Marisa 
came over to the bed on the opposite side from Gracie. She 
lay down next to me and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"What gives?" I asked Gracie who was still laying next to 
me.

"She insists on thanking you herself, Martin," she 
explained.

"She says she has saved herself for the right man. Now she 
is 18 and who could be more right than the man who has 
saved us."

"I don't know, Gracie..." I stammered. "A virgin?" I 
couldn't believe I might turn down every man's dream.

"You will be gentle, Martin," she began, then paused, "and 
I will help." She laughed softly and deliciously, and so 
did Marisa.

Gracie climbed over me to Marisa. She reached under her T-
shirt and slowly removed Marisa's white panties. She 
twirled them around her index finger several times, 
laughing and flung them across the room. Marisa lay there 
smiling with one finger in her mouth. She nibbled on the 
tip, looking at Gracie expectantly.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Marisa may be a virgin, but 
this is not the first time she and Gracie have done this."

Gracie spread Marisa's legs gently and began a trail of 
soft wet kisses along the inside of Marisa's thigh. 
Marisa's firm little ass squirmed excitedly as Gracie 
continued toward her waiting pussy. When she reached it, 
Marisa arched her back and moaned slightly.

I could take no more as a spectator. I leaned over and 
kissed Marisa's partially open mouth. Her tongue 
immediately darted into my mouth and I sucked on it 
gently. I could tell how well Gracie was doing by what 
Marisa did with her mouth on mine.

I reached under Marisa's T-shirt for one of her beautiful 
golden breasts. They were so warm and soft. I pulled her 
shirt up, and she leaned up slightly so that I could 
remove it entirely. I leaned down to suck on her perfectly 
round aureole, the color of dark chocolate. Her nipples 
were already completely erect as I expected them to be.

Gracie continued working on Marisa's beautiful young 
pussy, but reached over to stroke my dick. She soon moved 
her luscious mouth from Marisa's wet cunt to my cock, but 
instead of repeating her earlier trick, she ran her 
partially opened lips along the shaft like it was a warm 
living harmonica. All the while, her fingers were busy in 
Marisa's snatch to keep her sexual excitement at a fever 
pitch.

Marisa had waited 18 years and she was not going to wait 
any longer. She put her arms around me and urged me to 
mount her. I looked down at Gracie, sucking hungrily on my 
dick. We exchanged glances that told her Marisa was not to 
be denied any longer.

"Gently, Martin," as I climbed onto Marisa in the classic 
missionary position. I bore my weight on my elbows and 
knees and slowly lowered the head of my cock to Marisa's 
virgin entrance.

Gracie knelt by us holding my cock with one hand and 
reaching around behind to hold my balls with the other. 
When the head contacted her warm soft mound, Gracie gently 
pulled it through Marisa's slippery lips to moisten it 
thoroughly with her juices.

Gracie had complete control. With her little fist around 
my cock, she prevented me from entering Marisa too quickly 
or too hard. With her other hand on my balls, she urged me 
forward.

Watching Marisa's face, Gracie expertly guided me in with 
a minimum of pain and a maximum of pleasure. Since I was 
so large for these small women, Gracie would coo softly to 
Marisa in Spanish to relax her, then urge me on with 
pressure on my balls from behind. After a few minutes of 
this deliciously slow work, Marisa winced sharply and I 
slid in freely. Gracie realizing what had happened, let go 
of my dick and let me take control. I think I could have 
done a pretty good job of it from the beginning by myself, 
but this was so much more interesting and exciting.

I stroked in and out of that beautiful tight pussy that no 
man had ever known before. Gracie left us so that Marisa 
could experience a man completely for the first time. She 
curled up in one of the chairs to watch, pleased that her 
friend seemed to be enjoying it so much.

I certainly was enjoying it. Marisa's pussy would 
occasionally spasm so hard it was difficult to push 
against her grip. When she would relax, I would stroke 
faster, and slow up when the spasms came. At first, I 
thought she might be coming, but the spasms were protests 
from muscles unaccustomed to a man. The sensations became 
more and more intense.

"No cumming inside of her, Martin," Gracie admonished from 
the sidelines. Just when I thought I might be too late, I 
pulled out and shot my load. The first spurt hit Marisa 
right in the face. She screamed, then laughed 
uncontrollably. Gracie chimed in as well. I was too busy 
bathing Marisa's bronze body with cum to laugh, but when I 
had finished I laughed too! I wiped the head of my dick 
off with my hand and pushed it slowly back into Marisa's 
sopping little cunt. There was no resistance.

Gracie jumped onto the bed and wiped my cum from Marisa's 
face with her finger. Dripping with cum, she touched her 
finger to Marisa's lips. Marisa flicked at it tentatively 
with her tongue to taste it, then sucked Gracie's finger 
clean. Both girls laughed again.

Gracie went into the bathroom and came out with two hot 
washcloths and dry towels. She handed me a washcloth, then 
carefully almost ceremoniously cleaned up the cum and 
blood from Marisa's beautiful young pussy, now a woman's 
pussy. She dried her carefully, put the towel underneath 
her to cover the bloody spot on the sheet and lay down 
beside her.

I cleaned and dried myself and lay down on the other side 
next to Marisa. Gracie's small slender hand lay on one of 
Marisa's soft warm breasts. I lay my hand on top of hers. 
Within minutes, their soft rhythmic breathing told me they 
were fast asleep.

As exhausted as I was, I lay there for a while thinking 
that for the first time since meeting these girls, I had a 
plan. I wondered how long it would take me to find work in 
Fresno.


THE END

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