Chapter 3
The trapped, shivering wife clenched her teeth and her sweaty palms gathered the soft tweed of the sofa in desperation. His tongue shot up between her open thighs, sucking noisily, licking, drawing the warm soft folds deep into his hot mouth, his tongue flicking maddeningly at the oily marble of her clitoris until she thought she would die of electrocution! In agonized disbelief, she watched as the Cuban refugee with the dirty fingernails slaved over her loins in a way Leo never had. A shock of glistening black hair hung over his swarthy forehead arid she watched his curly black eyelashes flicker.
Idly, she wondered how many young girls he'd ravaged in his time. That was one practiced tongue licking away at her genitals! A tickle of something akin to jealousy bubbled in her aristocratic veins at the thought of him giving away all that sensuality to lowly peasants when she'd been needing, crying for this kind of attention for months. But not at the hands of a Cuban refugee! her mind rebuked pridefully.
He was starved for her cuntal juices. Not since the sweetheart of the sugar plantation had sucked him off in a corner of the unburned field, groveling in the dirt, had he tasted cunt juice ... and it tasted damn good! The feel of her soft pubic hair brushing against his hot cheeks bloated his power of machismo. Her groans drove him on, working his way up and down the hair fringed split of her cunt. He wanted her to cry for it, beg for his thick cock up in that hungry belly of hers. Who the hell her husband was, he sure wasn't doing a good job of keeping his wife satisfied. Why else would she be running around the house half naked?
Guilt and horror bubbled in Cora's veins as unwanted jolts of ... yes, it was pleasure ... richocheted in her shivering body. Her nipples, she noticed with horror, had puckered up into diamond chips-just like when Leo sucks on them! Leo-Leo would put her before the deserter's firing squad for this! "Noooo ... please ... nooo...." she sobbed. "I'll give y-you money ... all ... the m-money you w-want ... I...." Her teeth were chattering from the agonizing, self-denegrading pleasure of this refugee burying his face in her married cunt!
His hands stroked and pinched and caressed the smooth flatness of her belly to grasp harshly at her breasts. When he lifted his head to swab the jewel of her navel, she nearly cried salty tears. His dirty fingernails dug into the white flesh of her breasts and pulled at her nipples as if trying to screw them off. Staring at her through the white mounds of her breasts, he smirked with victory. He knew worrien ... didn't matter if they were worked in sugar fields getting their feet dirty or laid on their backs in the sun all day, they cried for a domineering man to lick their cunts!
As if watching him defile her womb wasn't bad enough, the slurping, peasant-like sounds rising from between her silky legs brought a blush to her cheeks as she bit her lip and gallantly tried to will away the tingling maddness building in her loins. She stiffened.
He slipped his hands under her buttocks, pulling and squeezing the firm flesh as his tongue and mouth ground deeper into her seeping cunt. A hidden instinct she didn't know she possessed made her jerk her pelvis upward, giving the boy's raping tongue access to her moist hole. Without warning, he flicked the tip of his hot tongue into the tightly puckered privacy of her rectum!
"Ohhhhhehhhhh!" That animalish gesture tore a scream from her lips and she frantically screwed her buttocks down into the sofa cushion, away from that ravishing tongue probing at her most private parts. She broke out into a humiliating sweat when he chuckled lewdly at her response and stabbed deeper into the tight fleshy ring.
Cora ground down into the sofa, soft mewls of capitulation bubbling from her tightly clenched teeth. Her mind took one road, her body the other. This was adultery ... but dear God, forgive me, it feels good! At least he's not beating me ... oh, that would be terrible! I don't have to tell Leo, as long as this boy doesn't hurt me.
Her body spasmed and jerked and rose and fell and thrust and ground as the sex starved housewife arched her back and ground her seeping pussy flesh into the Cuban refugee's saliva glistening face. Her hands drifted down over her throbbing swollen breasts and fluttered over her smooth flat stomach to entwine in the greasy dark curls falling over his proud forehead to tickle her naked belly flesh. With a grunt of desperation, she pulled his head deeper into the steaming morass of her cunt.
"Uggghhhh...." grunted Carlos, flattening his nose against the bud of her clitoris and sucking babyishly. Christ, the way she was smashing his head into her genitals, air was scarce as roast beef on me refugee ship! To tease her, he slithered his thick wet tongue deeper and harder into her hot, throbbing pussy, listening to her deep grunts like some alley cat on a full moon night. His calloused, plantation-roughened hands flew wildly over her squirming nakedness, moving smoothly from the tanning oil slicking her body. He poked at her clitoris and asshole, driving her to a hysterical state of eroticisim as his tongue fucked into her like a snake digging a hole.
Dear God in heaven! Would she live through this orgasm? she wondered, sweat beading her satiny forehead, cooled by the air conditioning blowing from the vent above. Stars sprinkled before her eyes and her heels drubbed into his muscular back, pushing him closer to her as the need to cum became a painful one.
Her toes and fingers went numb and she couldn't stand one more second of his tongue electrocuting her clitoris! "It's ... I'm ... ohhhh, God ... I'm cummmmming!" Jerking and spasming against his sucking mouth, she ground her cunt against his face until his hairline blended with her black cum-slickened pussy curls.
Mouth hanging open in a silent scream of bittersweet agony, eyes clenched shut, Cora gasped out her orgasm and collapsed back down into the sofa, dropping her legs on either side of the Cuban refugee's curly head. Slowly, he pulled his head free of her genitals and smiled a cum-glistening, saliva-smeared grin.
Cora shivered, blotting out the pleasure still sizzling in her loins. At least he'd only used his tongue. The thought of a Cuban peasant's squirming male seed dripping from her ravaged cuntal lips was unbearable! She fought for composure. As the stars sprinkled and fell one by one before her eyes and blurry vision solidifed to form the striped wall paper on the living room wall, guilt and scalding tears obliterated clarity.
With an aristocratic sniffle, she braced her arms on the sofa and started to rise. Stroking back sweat matted strands of shimmering hair beaded to her forehead, her taut lips spat: "Now get out of here! How dare you!"
He started babbling viperatives in his native tongue and shoved her back on the sofa. "I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!"
"W-what?" Her jaw fell, her head whirled from the impact of his words. Nobody had ever said anything that obscene to her-not even Leo in his foulest mood. Leo-dear God, he would be home in forty-five minutes, she wailed silently, casting a desperate glance at the Grandfather clock ticking away guilty minutes.
"But my husband...." she whispered. "Fuck your husband...."
"How can you say that after all he's done for your people?" challenged Cora, rising again and staring him in the face.
She didn't see it coming, but felt the hand slash brutally across her face. "What the hell do you know about waking up hungry in the morning and finding no work so you can feed your sister! What the hell do you know?" he screamed, livid with rage, bellowing in Cuban.
His lust contorted face screwed up tighter with evil intentions. Was it her imagination, or did his golden manhood bloat another inch from anger? He was ripe on raping her and as her eyes traveled down his broad chest and stomach to his hard jutting penis, tears spilled down her cheeks as she realized the oral rape had merely been his appetizer.
With shocks of greasy black hair spilling over his sweat beaded forehead, he glared at her through dilated pupils. "Put it in," he muttered in Cuban, debasing her where he knew it would hurt.
Cora could only blink her searing, wet eyes. Was he crazy? She'd been taunted plenty by hot blooded American males, but to have one from her own country defile her in her own house was downright humiliating.
"Never!" she spat.
Whack!
Cora's hand flew to her reddened cheek. Begging would do no good and looking into his lust-flushed face, she realized he thought her a common alleyway whore. The breath was knocked out of her as he swung one muscular leg over hers to position himself for the ultimate defilement of Cora Nelson!
The stinging slap rattled her senses and the better amongst them screamed, PUT IT IN BEFORE HE DOES YOU IN. Tremblingly, she reached down to wrap her tiny hand around his young manhood, feeling both awed and terrified by his size. Shuddering, she closed her eyes and guided the stone hard hunk of male meat into the valley of her buttocks, posing it between the swollen, bloodfed lips of her cunt. Grasping the smooth, rubbery head between her thumb and forefinger, she placed it at the edge of the moist, hair fringed hole and gasped as the first soft thrilling contact against the ragged edges of her pussy.
He grunted slavishly and began to push against her, painfully pressuring against the tight opening of her seldom-used married pussy.
"Aaaggghhh!" she groaned and the throbbing head forced its way into the moist elastic lips until Cora felt the tender flesh nearly tearing from the shredding strain. "Stop!" she yelped pathetically and, when he kept pressuring, boring into her, she sputtered up into his face in Cuban to stop pushing so damned hard! Cora's tanned legs jerked out on either side of his golden body, kicking futilely into the air. She snarled up into his taut features, a mask of peasant lust, and all hopes for freedom faded.
With low moaning grunts, he forced his penis into her pussy, filling her inch by tearing inch. Then, when his thick cock was only peeking inside the fringed hole, he threw back his head and rammed it in with all his bullish strength, sinking his young cock in until it smacked against her tender cervix. It gored into her pussy, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her cuntal walls before it until his balls smacked heavily into the crack of her naked ass.
Cora gulped dryly. Was he trying to bore it up into her intestines? She could feel his cockhead bloat and thump against her cervix and her gorgeous features wrinkled with pain from his cruel lunge. Carlos glanced down between their sex-joined bodies and saw his curly pubic hairs tangled with her black ones, the gleaming base of his glistening thick cock buried between the pink moist lips of her wide-stretched pussy.
God, he wished the guys from the Freedom Flotilla were here to see this! Carlos, the plantation worker, fucking the Colonel's wife and being paid for it, too!
And if the Mayor wasn't talking out of his ass, maybe Ricki and Juan would get a crack at her ass, too.
Cora grunted, trying to force his penis out by flexing her tight vaginal muscles; but each throb seemed only to incite him more and she felt him growing even larger inside of her. His balls were enormous, weren't they, for a boy his size, she speculated. The hairiness of his testicles brushed against her sensitive clitoris with every lunge, and there wasn't one ridge or vein that she couldn't feel. Her hungrily sucking cunt squeezed him glove-tight. Far up into her married belly burrowed that rubbery knob until it throbbed against her spongy cervix sending bolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her every vein, every ganglia.
Deliberately, Carlos throbbed the stiff rod in the steaming depths of her tight vagina, stretching the vaginal walls until the receptive tissue became accustomed to the pain as it subsided into a dull throb.
Cora's fists balled up in agony; she moaned, flailed her head, muttered undecipherable phrases as he flexed again. This was one Cuban, she realized, who'd been born fucking! God forgive her for thinking it, but he was bigger than Leo!
As he set a rhythm to his fucking, humping back and forth over her spread-eagled body, the gold medallion thumped against his chest. He had her now, watching her nostrils flairing and heard her soft grunts of pleasure filling the living room. The sofa squeaked as her pelvis began an involuntary rocking motion beneath his throbbing cock.
Instinctively, the Colonel's wife drove her buttocks upward, grinding into his pelvis, but he stayed immobile, his weight pressing her down into the sofa. She was pinned, trapped and frustration and fiery need drove her to a hysterical level of lust.
"P-please...." she pleaded.
Carlos cocked his head. Please ., . did that mean please do, or please don't? Watching her lust-contorted face lose its beauty, he read the need in her flinty eyes. Sweat trickled down his cheeks as he fought the need to unload his sperm right then. A lascivious, mendacious grin broke out over his face when she started to grind her buttocks into the sofa and squrim beneath him to taunt him out of immobility.
"Wh-why ... aren't you...." she swallowed ryly.
"What? Fucking you?" he spat.
That she wanted it as bad as he, poked through her aristocratic ego. She bit her lip, stopping herself from crying out in need.
Carlos' balls churned with cum. His dirty fingernails dug into her golden shoulders as snarling, losing patience, he shook her body until the ribbon fell from her pony tail.
"Y-yes ... I mean I...." she moaned in guilt and need, knowing she would be forever damned if she relented to this ungrateful peasant. Her weakness sickened her, but her aroused body had a stronger need. She needed relief....
With an evil snicker, Carlos levered himself in a push up position and slowly withdrew his cock until only the mushroomed head rested within the moist, glistening slit of her tender pussy. A fresh wave of red hot lust scorched within him as he felt the friction of his penis against the moist cuntal walls; he rammed forward so hard he swore he'd cracked her pelvic bone. The rubbery cock head pushed the flesh of her warm, sucked pussy before it like buttered velvet, until all of it was fucked up into her heaving belly.
Cora groaned and flashed open her wet eyes as she felt his hands clamp her trembling, sweaty ones around his biceps, in a triumphant gesture of rape. Lacquered fingertips clawed at his bulging biceps as she clung to him, riding his bucking motions in rhythm. In reward, he worked to please them both, fucking in and out with long smooth strokes. The sofa shook beneath them as Cora, grabbing onto his muscles for dear life, rose to meet each ball slamming thrust, working her buttocks higher and higher to get more of his young Cuban cock.
"Christ, you're tight!" he breathed, sweat dripping from his forehead as he drove faster and faster into her with a frenzy that sent her head banging into the sofa arm. His barred teeth showed white under a curled upper lip and his lunging hammering thrust dug him deeper into the Colonel's wife's cunt. Grabbing her shoulders to pin her flatter to the sofa, he kept her from moving until Cora thought she would go into hysterics. She strained upward, clinging to his arm's bulging muscles, heaving her belly in white hot passion, driving him deeper and deeper into her screaming body.
Was this Cora, she blinked in shock, grinding her hips and buttocks in indecent circles while a dirt finger-nailed refugee fucked into the sacred hole of cunt? "Noooo!" she screamed, feeling her second climax come raging in like a deathly tidal wave.
Carlos, too, felt his body shaking with the incipient signals of orgasm: His pulse raced, sweat poured from his forehead, facial muscles went tight, eyes bulging out of his skull. Together the two golden skinned bodies worked and thrashed against each other, smacking into each other's groins as if trying to kill each other. And Carlos began to wonder if that weren't the case. This Cuban was too much for him. She thrust upward as if her pelvic bone ran on batteries, sucking and massaging his powerful prick with secret muscles.
The breath whistled from Cora's lungs, lungs burning for air. Cries of torture, sweet wonderful torture were ripped from her soul. I'm cumming again! she thought with a combination of awe and remorse. The gigantic throbbing cock had taught her what her body was made for-to give pleasure and take it.
"Oh ... oh...." she couldn't tell him she was cumming, but he knew it. He screwed harder and higher into her seeping pussy, and with the depth of each lunge she screamed and tore her nails over his muscles, leaving red bloody streaks in testimony to his triumph. Her cum juices didn't dribble-they poured out around his fucking penis, spilling in sticky puddles on the white sofa below her churning buttocks. Her sex juices drenched his genitals as he drubbed into her with juicy strokes.
She'd cum before he did. That wasn't the way it was supposed to be, the Cuban decided, digging into her so deep his prick doubled over at the end. At last he erupted with geyser-like power, his hot thick sperm shooting deep into her stretched womb, blending with the boiling juices of her own sex. Her hot pussy walls clung to her rapist desperately, milking the jerking organ like a starving baby's mouth.
Their sweat mingled, their sex juices mingled. He fell on top of her in a heap of salty flesh. Cora's hands fluttered from his arms as he pinned her immobily to the sofa. Cora's right leg fell to the floor, her obscenely spread genitals throbbing and clinging still to his deflated penis. Her heart pounded dangerously in her chest. The sublime tension that had joined them seconds before filtered into the air, dissipating into a cloud of forgetfulness. The new territory where ventured her soul was not neutral, however.
Sanitay broke through euphoria. The delicate features strained as she screeched: "Don't you ever touch me again, you, you animal ... you filthy peasant refugee!"
His eyes glared at her as he stepped into his pants and shoes and threw the garish polyester shirt over his shoulder. As he left the house with a bloated male ego, his chest was lighter.
On the brick sidewalk leading to Colonel Nelson's front door, the clasp to Carlos' St. Christopher's chain loosened and the golden snake lay in the crab grass skirting the walkway. Mindlessly, Carlos headed back for the camp.