Chapter 6
The migrant workers' camp didn't belong exclusively to Scarboro. He and two other large farmers shared the expenses of it and quartered all their field hands there. It was two miles from the residence of the nearest owner, close enough to be handy but far enough to keep the stench out of higher class nostrils.
For five dollars, the camp supervisor would turn his head. For ten, he would disappear for an hour or so. The farm labor contractor must have sprung with ten, because the camp was without a visible supervisor at dawn the next morning. An hour after the stentorian-voiced labor contractor arrived, he was gone, and half the camp's population with him. He had offered transportation to Oregon, and a guaranteed wage for prospective fruit harvesters that was nearly double what the workers were being paid in the carrot fields. He neglected to mention the strike going on in Oregon, and that they would be used as scabs.
The Vigil family joined the exodus to the West Coast, and Felicia found herself saying good-bye to Amita with mixed emotions. She was sorry to lose her new friend so soon, yet she felt almost relieved to see her go. There was also a sort of bubbling sensation in her as she stood beside Ernesto, both of them waving good-bye to the reluctantly departing Amita Vigil.
"She's a good kid," Ernesto commented as the bus on which the Vigil family rode pulled out of sight. "I'll miss the little idiot. I like her."
"So do I," Felicia said, and meant it. She felt a lump rise into her throat as she realized how fragile and transient the bond of friendship had to be among people who of necessity were always on the go to a better job, or to any job sometimes. Felicia had never found and lost a friend so soon. It made her realize for the first time how stable and good her life had always been. She felt like crying, although she didn't exactly know why.
"Did you want to go to Oregon?" Felicia asked as she and Ernesto walked back to the cabin.
"Sure. For twice as much money, who wouldn't?"
"Why didn't you?" she asked, then added timidly, "Because of me?"
He looked at her, and sort of smiled with only his eyes. The quickening of Felicia's heart came as only half a surprise to her, for she had lain awake long into the night suffering guilt for the horrid thing she'd done, and wondering if she might be falling for Ernesto. But he quickly dashed her mounting spirits. "Elon needs me here. He is almost like a father to me. I want to help him help our people. It is a good thing he is doing, Felicia. Your father, too."
It was a grueling day. The sun blazed down. Half the workers were gone, and the field bosses pushed the remaining ones to the limit. Ernesto kept Felicia in his sight every minute. She caught herself smiling again and again as he glanced protectively back at her, then went on harvesting more carrots for her to top as she moved up the row behind him. She missed Amita's constant chattering and lightheartedness, but she couldn't help being glad that the earthy child was gone.
Buckner didn't come near her all day. Felicia saw him once, at a distance, and spat distastefully at the mere sight of him. She held up her arm and shook it, with her carrot-topping knife clenched in her fist, and muttered under her breath, "I'm the one who'll do the cutting if you ever try to touch me again, you bastard!" Again the girl was shocked by her expanding capacity for hatred and violence.
But he deserves to die! she told herself. He's not only wicked, he's brutal and oppressive!
Once more Fehcia found herself reeling with self-pity, and despising her father for exposing her to backbreaking manual labor, unbelievably squalid living conditions and the constant threat of sexual attack.
It was past midnight. The camp had been asleep for hours. Suddenly the doorknob rattled impatiently and a man sounding frighteningly like Buckner cursed in a voice barely above a whisper, "They must have put a lock on the inside! Help me bust it down!"
"Oh, my God!" Felicia gasped, leaping out of her bunk.
"Shh!" cautioned Ernesto, who was already on his feet and waiting with a club poised in the fist above his head.
Felicia broke out in a cold sweat and began shaking uncontrollably. When the door splintered around the new padlock and swung in with a reverberating bang against the wall, she screamed and shrank back in horror.
Laying into the blow with all the strength in his bulging, steel-like muscles, Ernesto swung down the club with skull-crushing force. But he brought it arcing down a split second too soon. It missed its mark by scant inches. The end of the club grazed the tip of Jake Coons' nose, and Ernesto was thrown off balance by the force of his effort.
"What the hell?" Coons cursed, as he wild, reflexive swung brought his ham-like fist crashing into Ernesto's chest and sent him staggering backward across the cabin. "Get the girl! Take her to the truck! I'll take care of this mother-fucker whoever he is!"
Felicia screamed again as Buck charged her and backed her into a corner. "Don't touch me! I'll kill you!" she hissed, with no weapon of any kind available to her. "I've got a knife! I'll cut your filthy guts out!"
Two metallic clicks sounded, one as Buck thumbed on his flashlight and another immediately after, when he brought the hand he'd thrust into his pocket back out and snapped open his gleaming switchblade.
"Oh dear God!" Felicia groaned, before she fainted and crumpled to the floor.
On his hands and knees, trying frantically to get up, Ernesto managed to lift his shoulder and let it take the kick Jake Coons had meant for his head. The impact of Coons' booted foot thudding against his shoulder sent Ernesto toppling sideways. Yelping his pain, he grabbed at Coons' foot, caught it with one hand, then the other, and twisted it brutally.
Coons bellowed bull-like as his hulking body thundered to the plank floor.
Wearing nothing but his shorts, Ernesto sprang at the larger man with cat-like agility. His knees buried in Coons' gut, knocking the air from his lungs at about the same time his right fist slammed into the side of his face, snapping his head to the side and sending snot and spit flying.
"Leave her alone!" Ernesto yelled, leaping up from the stunned man and rushing across the cabin to protect the unconscious Felicia, whom Buck was leaning over with intention of picking up.
"Hold it!" Buck warned, forgetting the girl and snatching up his knife before he whirled around.
The steel blade reflected the soft moonlight. Ernesto stopped and began backing away.
"Come on, you sonofabitch!" Buck taunted as he crouched for battle and inched forward. "I'm ready for you now! Be brave! Rush me ... so I can split that pepper belly wide open!"
Ernesto was no fool. Keeping a safe distance between him and the knife-wielding field boss, he backed slowly but surely toward the rickety old wooden table.
Coons groaned. He struggled up to his knees and shook his head. "Get him, Buck! Hurry! The whole goddamned camp will be swarming in here any minute now! We've got to get that girl and hightail it out of here!"
"I'm going to kill him!" Buck panted, rotating the knife threateningly.
"Do it!" Coons barked. "Spill his guts!"
"Oh, Jesus ... yeah!" Buck hissed. Then he lurched forward, with the long, wicked blade of his knife arching up toward Ernesto's abdomen.
Ernesto's right hand was behind him and to the side a little, his fingers locking over the top of a wooden chair back when Buck lunged at him. The hair on the back of his neck stiffened with fear as he bounded to his right with the chair in hand. A sharp pain ripped through his left side. He sucked in his breath and swung the chair, but Buck had jumped back by then and he hit nothing but air. His face contorted, blood soaking the left hip of his shorts, Ernesto snapped the chair up between himself and Buck. He took a step backward, then gritted his teeth and took two forward.
As the chair came at him, Buck gave ground grudgingly. One step, then another. Then he stopped and began inching toward Ernesto again, his switchblade at the ready and his other hand reaching cautiously for a chair leg.
"What the devil's going on around here?" came a disgruntled voice from somewhere outside.
"That's what I'd like to know!" another piped in.
"What's all the commotion?" still another demanded. "I thought I heard a girl scream."
"Sounded like a fight going on. In that cabin over there, I think."
Jake Coons cursed and started for the door. "Let's get out of here!"
"I'm going to kill him!" Buck hissed.
"You damned fool! Come on! Before they pile in here on us and it's too late!"
"All right! All right!" Buck snapped as he backed quickly toward the door. Just before he disappeared into the night, he growled, "I'll get you, Armijo! Your ass is mine, spic!"
Ernesto stood in the doorway clutching his side and heaving for breath. He could hear the men whose sleep had been disturbed shouting to one another as they spotted the two men fleeing the camp. Then they were running, too, pursuing Coons and Buckner and shouting even louder. Lights came on in cabin after cabin. Ernesto pushed the door shut and turned on the light, then examined his side. When he saw it was only a shallow cut and realized the bleeding was beginning to stop by itself, he hurried to Felicia and picked her up in his arms.
He laid her down on the bunk. She appeared unharmed. The front of her nightgown was up around her waist, the dark triangle of her pubic mound making an alluring shadow through the white nylon briefs she wore. Ernesto resisted the urge to touch the unconscious girl's pussy. Her fragile beauty and defenselessness almost overwhelmed him, but he didn't touch her. Instead, he pulled her nightgown down to her knees and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he went to the sink to wash his wound. After that, he put on clean shorts and a pair of khaki pants and got the screwdriver.
When Felicia came out of it, blinking her eyes and glancing fearfully about, she saw Ernesto over by the door. He was replacing the hasps for the padlock, attaching them lower, where the wood was undamaged. She spotted the bandage taped to his left side, and sat up quickly.
"You're hurt!" she gasped, and had to he back down because of a rush of vertigo.
"Just a scratch," he said, and went on working. "You all right now?"
"I ... I think so."
"I was beginning to get worried about you."
"What happened? They're gone, aren't they?" she asked tensely.
"They're gone," he said, securing the last screw.
"They started coming, the other workers, and they ran." He put the padlock in place and snapped it shut.
"One of them was Buckner," Felicia said as she sat up again with only slight dizziness.
"Coons was the other one," Ernesto said, switching off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's over now."
Felicia sat on the side of her bunk in the darkened cabin, watching Ernesto's silhouette as he removed his trousers. "What did they want, for heaven's sake?"
"You," he said, sitting down on the other bunk. "Elon said they might try to kidnap you. Looks like he was right."
Felicia's fear returned almost in full measure. She shuddered. "Aren't we going to do anything about it?"
"Like what?" Ernesto asked, lying back on the bunk.
"Like ... report them to the police ... or something!"
"It would be our word against theirs. You've been through that already, Felicia. You know how much the word of a Chicano worker is worth around here."
"But it ... it isn't fair!" she wailed.
"No," he said. "That's what the movement is all about."
Seething resentment spread through her, making her fear lodge in her throat. She began shivering. "I'm so stupid ... and scared! Oh, Ernesto, I've never been so frightened in my whole life!"
"You'll be all right now."
"But what if they come back?"
"They won't tonight. Go to sleep, little one."
Felicia's teeth were actually chattering. "Who can sleep?" she moaned. "I'm terrified! Aren't you?"
"Sure, I'm scared," he admitted. "Angry, too. Stick around, and you'll get used to living with it."
His attitude surprised Felicia. She couldn't understand how he was taking it so calmly, when there wasn't a calm nerve in her whole shaking body. There was no way she could sit still, let alone lie down and go back to sleep. She got up and walked to the window, looked out for a moment, then went to the sink and had a glass of water, then began pacing back and forth. Her fear and worry displaced her modesty, making her take no thought of parading around in nothing but panties and a summer nightgown.
Ernesto, however, was very conscious of her state of semi-undress. When she passed between him and the moonlit window, he could see her upswept young breasts jiggling enticingly, as well as the entire silhouette of her curvaceous body. Despite his respect for the girl and her father, his penis began to rear up and strain against his shorts.
Felicia darted over and plopped down on the edge of his bunk, shaking his arm. "Ernesto! Wake up!"
"I'm not asleep."
"Have you got any money?" she demanded. "A little."
"Thirty dollars? Twenty even!"
"Why?" he asked, puzzled by her sudden strange behavior.
"Loan me twenty dollars! I'll pay you back! Take me to town ... to the bus station! I'll send you the money when I get home!"
"No way!" he snapped, his respect for Felicia taking a nose dive. He was disappointed in her, and couldn't help being a little chagrined at learning she wanted to run out on a cause he'd thought she believed in as much as he did. "Merv wouldn't like it. And Elon would have my hide! Go to bed!"
"Damn Merv! Damn Elon ... and damn you, too!" she shrieked, pulling her hair. "I can't take any more of this! I hate it! I'm scared to death! I want to go home!"
When she burst into tears, with great, gasping sobs racking her body, Ernesto realized how near the breaking point she was. He sat up and put his arms around her. "It'll be all right, Felicia. Don't cry. I'll protect you."
In her distraught condition, Felicia needed the comfort of his muscular arms and warm body. "Oh, God!" she blubbered, and flung her arms around him, hugging him in a desperate effort to soak up some of his courage and strength.
Felicia couldn't quit crying. She clung to the muscular youth, her soft breasts mashed inadvertently against his hard chest and her body jerking and twitching in his powerful arms.
Ernesto picked up the nearly hysterical girl and took her onto his lap. He began rocking her and stroking her to soothe her and help her regain control of her emotions.
Much to their surprise, the strong attraction each felt for the other soon had the situation well out of hand. Having been awakened to the pleasures of the flesh, Felicia knew instantly what the hard, hot thing pressing against her rounded fanny was. Half unaware of doing so at first, she started squirming her bottom tighter against it. The result was like magic. The more she rubbed herself against Ernesto-her soft bosom against his hard chest and her resilient butt against his fully erect penis-the less afraid she felt.
However, as her fear ebbed from her, it caused a void which sensual excitement rushed in to fill. She knew she shouldn't continue, but she felt almost driven to go on. Unlike Buck, she didn't fear Ernesto, because she knew he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. Telling herself she would stop shortly, that they wouldn't really do anything wrong, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and helped him rock her faster and harder.
"You'd better go to bed now," he warned, and quit rocking her.
"Not yet," she pleaded, her warm breath bathing over his neck. "I feel so much better, Ernesto. Hold me just a little longer ... please?"
"Well ... all right," he agreed, and kept his arms loosely around her.
The young girl didn't realize she was playing with fire when she innocently requested, "Rock me some more, too." She only knew the rocking had made her feel considerably better, if a bit excited, and she wanted to feel a great deal better before she returned to her bed and attempted to get back to sleep.
Against his better judgment, Ernesto rocked some more the lovely young body he was supposed to be only guarding.
Little by little Felicia felt the hand of Ernesto's encircling arm brushing against her right bust. It effected a pleasant tingling which excited her all the more. She didn't say anything, because it felt so nice and she was sure Ernesto didn't realize he was doing it. With so much having happened to her so fast, the girl was in a state of agitated mental confusion. Everything seemed out of kilter. The feeling of delicious sinfulness creeping over her would have horrified her only a couple of days earlier, whereas now she almost welcomed it.
Felicia wasn't thinking too clearly, but when she felt Ernesto's hand cupping her breast, she couldn't fool herself into thinking it was accidental. Then she knew definitely that he'd done it on purpose, because his fingers closed around her fleshy mound in a very intimate and thrilling manner.
"D-Don't," she stammered, backing her head away from his neck and looking up diffidently at his handsome, moonlit face.
"You should've gone to bed when I told you," he said in a quavery voice, and kissed her before she could reply.
As her soft, full lips yielded under the gentle but insistent pressure of his totally unexpected kiss, Felicia was astonished to find herself trembling weakly and allowing him the liberty he'd already taken. She liked being kissed by Ernesto, even though she knew it was dangerous. When she thought the kiss had gone on indecently long, she made a halfhearted attempt to end it by placing a shaking hand on his bare shoulder and pushing so lightly that he hardly felt it.
The tip of his tongue was in no way insulting to her lips when he teased it between them a second later. Even if Felicia had been inclined to protest his tongue's insinuation, she wouldn't have been able to do so because of his next action. Until then, he'd been content to merely hold her sensitive tittie lovingly, but suddenly he began massaging the entire erogenous mound, sending stabs of hot pleasure up to her receptive brain.
"Ohhh!" she half-sighed half-cried, and unintentionally let her mouth fall open.
Feeling as if he were betraying a trust, because now he intended to go as far as Felicia would let him, Ernesto thrust his tongue deep into the sweetness of her irresistible mouth.
Instead of recoiling, as she would have had it been anyone other than Ernesto kissing her, Felicia startled herself by sliding her arms around him and accepting his tongue. She clung to him, shivering and whimpering as she allowed him to explore the innermost recesses of her moist oral cavern. She wasn't in the least repelled. On the contrary, she found it maddening to be tongued by the Adonis-like youth. Ernesto's tongue was so sweet and exciting that she couldn't resist following her desire to lick back at it.
One timid lick led to another, not so timid, and before Felicia even knew what she was going to do she found herself moaning through her nose and sucking his tongue like crazy. Her head swam with a surge of wantonness. Her brain reeled under the bombardment of oral and mammillary stimulation, for in addition to the tongue-sucking kiss, Felicia's breast was now receiving a thorough kneading.
"Oh, Ernesto ... we shouldn't be doing this!" she panted, but only when Ernesto broke the drawn-out kiss.
He moaned way down in his throat, then without a word kissed her again, giving her the full length of his tongue as he captured her tumescent nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started rolling it back and forth.
"Mmmm!" she puled as a flood of warm weakness spread over her. She could feel the rippling sensations arching down the trunk nerve connecting her breasts and loins.
It felt so good that she didn't even try to make him quit. Having once yielded to lust with a rapist she despised, Felicia could hardly be expected to resist the mounting passion she was now suffering with a young man she found highly desirable. The handsome youth had risked his life to protect her, and Felicia was almost sure she loved him. Felicia sucked Ernesto's darting tongue hungrily and pushed her tingling breast at his pleasure-giving hand.
I like what he's doing to me! she thought. I shouldn't let him play with my tittie ... but it feels so good. I shouldn't be kissing him this way, either ... but it's terribly exciting! Ohh, he's so sweet and good! He won't take advantage of me. I'll tell him to stop ... mmmm ... in a minute ... and he will because ... ahhhh ... he knows I'm not like Amita. But not now! I don't want him to quit yet! Ohhh ... that's nice ... lovely!
When Felicia whimpered and stuck her tasty little tongue into his mouth, Ernesto took it to mean she was ready for more than he was giving her. Accepting the invitiation he thought she was offering, he sucked her timid pink organ greedily and deserted her hard-tipped breast to explore her more appealing area. He'd had a glimpse of her most desirable spot, and his hand wasted little time in reaching it. Few barriers lay in his way, since her trembly legs were already slightly parted and her nightgown had ridden up nearly to her hips.
Rocking his lips against hers and sucking her tongue deeper into his mouth, Ernesto slipped his hand between her quivering thighs and cupped her febrile crotch. The narrow strip of nylon was damp with vaginal dew, slippery enough to make it easy for him to rub her privates from her puffy mound to her puckered anus.
"Nooh!" she moaned, attempting to break the kiss and push him away. But she felt so weak, and it thrilled her immensely to have him touching her there. She clenched his hand vise-like with the warm, smooth inner surfaces of her thighs and mewled into his mouth.
"Felicia," he whimpered, kissing along her cheek as he stroked her clefted vulva with more pressure. "Oh, Felicia!"
"Y-You shouldn't do th-that!" she wailed.
"I can't help it!" he breathed. "You're so sweet! I feel like I could eat you up!" Then his lips covered her ear and he thrust in his tongue, the way Buck had, and began swirling it around.
Felicia melted. A tremor of unadultered sexual desire passed through her feverish body. She let her legs fall apart and pushed her crotch tighter against his hand. "Ohhh ... oh, Ernesto ... w-what are we doing?"
He stuck the tip of his tongue in the deepest part of her ear and wagged it around. At the same time, he worked his fingers under the damp crotchband of her panties and began teasing the soft pink crevice of her secreting sexual aperture.
"Ernesto! Ohhh! Oh, my goodness! You mustn't do that!" she cried, squirming with sensual discomfort as he eased the end of his middle finger into her silky little slit. She sucked in her breath and held it, shivering as she felt his first knuckle pop through the tight ring of her inner lips, shuddering when she felt the second knuckle following a split second later. Then she felt his palm flattening against her hair-fringed opening and realized he had every bit of his finger inside her. A rush of passion bubbled within her as she felt him stroking the moisture-beaded walls of her fluttering vagina. Her breath burst from her gaping mouth in a whimper-like sob.
"Felicia ... sweet little Felicia," he cooed, and began sliding the full length of his thick finger in and out of her steaming pussy. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm and smoothness he was using below as he finger-fucked her into a fit of passion.
The scorching pleasure between her legs plunged her deeper and deeper into the red velvet pit of lust. She knew she should stop him immediately, before he drove her crazy with desire. I'm not sure I love him! she thought foggily. Even if I was sure, and he loved me, too, it would still be wrong! But it feels so good ... so good! Just a little bit longer ... then I'll make him quit.
A little bit longer was all it took to break down the rest of Felicia's resistance. She didn't want Ernesto to quit then. Every raw nerve in her aroused body cried out for more, more, more, and she flung her legs wide-open and heaved a guttural groan.
Ernesto swung into action then, and Felicia's mind was so dulled by desire that she was only dimly aware of what she was doing. When he removed her nightgown, she only whimpered and lifted her arms to help. When he eased her down onto her back, she willingly raised her midsection so he could slip her confining panties over her flared hips and down her trembling legs.
She lay shivering with anticipation as he stood up and skinned off his shorts. The room was dark, but she could see the form of his big organ angling boldly up from his loins. The sight of it sent a stab of fear racing through her, even though she wanted it. It looked huge, and she didn't know if she could take it.
"I must be out of my mind," Ernesto muttered as he lay down and took Felicia into his arms.
"W-Why?" she stuttered, allowing him to take her hand and put it between their bodies.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he said, placing her hand on his hard shaft.
"I ... I k-know!" she gasped, encircling his turgid rod with her slender fingers, her desire soaring as she fondled it.
"Do you want to?"
"Don't you?" she asked timorously.
"God, yes! But I don't want to force you. I'm supposed to be protecting you!"
"You're n-not forcing me," she panted, stroking his dick awkwardly but eagerly.
He swung above her. Felicia timidly opened her legs, and he lowered himself into position. She still had his pulsating penis in her trembling hand, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to guide the head of it between the swollen lips of her hairy cleft.
"Don't h-hurt me!" she moaned, when he pressed forward and wedged the knob-like head of his prick into the fluted folds of her vulval opening.
He sank two inches of rock-hard dong into her incredibly tight little pussy. "Aaaaah ... aahhhh!"
"You're so small!" he groaned, pausing and gazing concernedly at her wide-eyed expression. "Am I hurting you too much, Felicia?"
"G-Good!" she panted. "It hurts so good!" She threw her arms around him, the way Buck had made her do, and caressed his back with her moist palms. She shut her eyes and sighed, marveling over how different it was this time.
Ernesto is the exact opposite of that disgusting brute who raped me, she thought, a bit awed by his tenderness and concern. He's being so gentle with me. I should be ashamed of myself ... but I'm not! Does that mean I really do love him? It must! Because I don't feel dirty ... Oh, no ... I feel wonderful! And Ernesto must love me, too! Of course! That's why he's being so considerate! Oh, Ernesto, you darling man!
Her insides were bubbling with hot joy. She opened her mouth to tell Ernesto she loved him, because she knew she'd have to say it first. She wished she hadn't given him the impression that she thought she was better than he, because now she didn't think that at all! But she had acted snooty, and she knew he wouldn't say those wonderful words first for fear of rejection.
"Ernesto," she crooned. "Darling, I ... I loveee ... ohhh!!!"
With Ernesto's big pecker lunging into the depths of her belly, Felicia couldn't finish declaring her love for him. She couldn't say anything. It was divine, the sudden and total filling of her small elastic sheath, and all she could do was shudder and gasp for breath. She felt his warm balls nestling into the crack of her quivering butt, and she sucked in her breath raggedly.
"Felicia!" he croaked, as he jabbed the last fraction of his long, thick shaft into her gripping sex orifice and snuggled the rounded tip of his glans right into the tiny mouth of her ultra-sensitive womb.
"Yesss!" she cried blissfully, hugging him to her bosom. "Oh, yes, darling! Mmmm ... ahhh!"
Again she was about to confess her love, but he started screwing her with long, penetrating thrusts. It took her breath away. Words wouldn't come. Only a chanting sound of, "Oh, ohh, ohhhh," as she huffed for air.
Ernesto's bronze peter was longer than Buck's. Thicker, too. When he sank it all the way into Felicia's rippling belly, it filled her full to the very brim of her fluttering little cunt. With each outstroke her blood-engorged labia distended out from her writhing body, clinging to his sturdy shaft suckingly, as if reluctant to lose it for a fraction of a second.
"Kiss me, darling!" she cried ecstatically, sliding her hands down his muscular back and grasping and masculine cheeks of his straining rump.
Humping away, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her cute nose, then mashed his lips to hers and rammed his tongue down her throat.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she cooed, sucking his tongue rapiciously as she began fucking with him. This is wonderful! she thought, when he pushed his hands under her and cupped her quivering buttocks. Absolutely wonderful! I love him! I love his dick, too! Ohhh, it's so big and sweet! Amita was right! I don't give a damn if it is wrong! Because it doesn't feel wrong! It feels divine! How could anything that feels so right be wrong? It isn't dirty with Ernesto! I feel clean and ... and marvelous! Love ... that's what makes it different with Ernesto. Love, love, love!
Precious little love had ever been shown Felicia. Her grandmother had resented having to take her in, and her father had been more interested in repressing her sexuality than in demonstrating the love he actually did feel for her. Every time he had looked at his maturing daughter Merv had thought of her whorish mother, and had tensed up to the point where he couldn't even say he loved Felicia, much less show her he did with any type of physical contact.
But the love-starved girl was getting plenty of physical contact on Ernesto's bunk, and accepting it as love given and reciprocated. The powerful young man with the long, fat dick was fucking Felicia quite thoroughly, and both of them were enjoying it immensely.
"Darling ... my darling!" Felicia cried joyously as she arched her back and sent her little pussy skidding up his inrushing pole. Their pubic mounds crashed together, then a wet slapping sound was heard as their sweat-damp abdomens kissed in midair. The force of his thrust drove Felicia's springy butt back to the mattress and she shuddered with bliss.
He threw a flurry of womb-jarring jabs into her, Felicia moaning and sighing as she humped right with him and peckingly kissed over his face and neck.
"I love it! Oh, darling, darling!" she rasped, matching him stroke for stroke, her hips fairly flying up and down.
The frenzied lovemaking made her forget all about her former ideas of sex being wicked and perverted. With so much fiery pleasure careening around inside her, and Ernesto's big cock pumping in more with each thrust, her mind was in no mood to dwell on sin and guilt. She was sailing into a bliss so intense she couldn't believe it.
"Harder, darling!" she panted, slapping the soles of her feet flat on the bunk and using the muscles in her legs to aid her in slamming her dribbling little snatch up to him.
He gave it to her harder, and the sensation of utter fullness it caused every time he socked it home brought cry after tiny cry rolling from her quivering lips. She nearly swooned, it was affecting her so.
Little by little he increased the speed of his fucking motions while shortening the thrusts ever so gradually, hitting into her harder and faster until it became impossible for the inexperienced girl to keep pace with his frantic screwing.
"God!" she groaned, deep in her throat. "Ohhh ... oh, yes, yes, yessss!"
She fell back rapturously and let him race on ahead. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she puled, rolling her head on his pillow as he hammered the cock to her. She was so juicy by then they began to squish when he sank it all the way in.
"I love you, Ernesto! Love you!" she cried breathlessly, throwing her legs up around him and locking her ankles over his pistoning rump.
But Ernesto didn't comprehend her rather breathy words, because he was heaving for breath and reeling with the delicious torture of preorgasmic thundering. He'd never had his dong in a pussy as tight and hot as Felicia's. It seemed to be drawing the sperm right up from his body-hugging nuts. He poured on the power, using very short thrusts and hitting into her so fast and furiously that he had to hold her hips to keep from buffeting her up the bunk.
"OHHH ... OHHH ... OHHH!!!"
She could hear herself shrieking, the tremendous pleasure swirling within her thrashing body. Again and again she cried out, flinging her head wildly about and spurring him with her heels. She wanted him to fuck her this way forever. Nothing she'd ever experienced could compare with the unbelievable joy of their lovemaking.
Felicia was gasping for breath, the secretion-slick walls of her vagina beginning to flutter out of control when Ernesto plunged his throbbing dong balls-deep into her for the last time.
"Ung, ung, UUUNNNGGHHH!" he grunted mournfully, and sent a mass of hot semen spiraling into the depths of her rippling belly.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she crooned, keenly aware of his ballooning cockhead and the spurts of thick cream gushing geyser-like from its slitted tip. It doubled her pleasure, triggering her climax and sending her into a paroxysm of sexual ecstasy. "COMING ... I'M COMING, TOO ... OHHH ... AHHH!!!"
Her body twitched and jerked. She writhed and moaned. The walls of her vagina clutched rhythmically at his sperm-spewing prong. Her uterus contracted spasmodically all through the shower of cum he sprayed over it, and afterward, too, as she lay shuddering and sobbing from the intensity of her orgasm.
"You'd better go back to your bed now, baby," he said several minutes later, breaking the silence they'd lapsed into. "We've got another rough day ahead of us tomorrow. We'll need all the sleep we can get."
Stunned at his incredible callousness, Felicia struggled up and staggered over to her bunk. She flung herself down and buried her face in the pillow, crying bitter tears of abject humiliation and shame. Silent sobs racked her just-fucked body. She'd never felt so used and abused, so thoroughly wretched, so permeated with the filth of carnality.
He doesn't love me! she groaned inwardly. He used me! Just like he used Amita! Oh, dear Lord ... how could I have been so stupid? I'll never let another man touch me! They're all the same! How could he degrade me so? I've never been so humiliated! He's even more cruel than Buck! They're wicked and ugly! After what we did ... how could Ernesto be so unkind as to virtually kick me out of his bed? I hate him! I wish I could die!
Felicia had no way of knowing that Ernesto hadn't meant to be unkind. In her own misery, she failed to hear him gritting his teeth against the pain in his wounded side. With her face buried in her pillow, she couldn't see him clutching his side in an effort to stop the rush of new bleeding which his final wild thrusts had caused by reopening the cut he'd incurred while fending off her would-be kidnapers.
None of this Felicia knew. She only knew that he was callous and uncouth, a brute who had tricked her into the trap of lust by letting her think he cared for her, as she'd thought she cared for him. Now she knew she didn't love him. She was mortified. She wondered if she would ever be able to look at her face in the mirror again.
Lights were on in the business office of Scarboro's farm when Coons and Buckner returned empty-handed from the migrant workers' camp.
"What the hell?" Coons cursed as he braked the pickup to a stop and threw a worried glance toward the younger man. "It's damned near one in the morning!"
"You reckon that reporter would be stupid enough to turn the lights on in there?"
"I don't know," Coons replied, cutting the lights and engine. "Maybe we'd better walk over there nice and easy and find out, though."
The two men were climbing out of the truck when Scarboro stepped into the lighted doorway and waved them over, calling, "Come on. Bring the pickup."
They got back into the truck and drove on over to the office.
Scarboro scowled at Buckner when he and Coons walked into the building. "I thought I told you to stay up at the shack and guard the girl, Buck!"
Both men looked sheepish. Coons cleared his throat and said. "We didn't get her, boss."
"Come again?" Scarboro growled. "We ran into trouble," Buckner replied. "She had a guy in her cabin with her, Armijo is his name, one of the field hands."
"He jumped us with a club when we went in," Coons said, taking over. "It was dark and we had no way of knowing. I took a lick that sort of addled me. I went for Armijo and Buck went for the Gaucin girl, but there was such a ruckus it woke the whole damned camp up. We was lucky to make it out without anybody getting close enough to see us."
"Christ!" Scarboro hissed, glowering from one man to the other. "If I want anything done right around here, it looks like I have to do it myself!"
"Sorry, boss," Coons muttered. "We couldn't help it, though. It wasn't our fault."
"Are you sure no one recognized either of you?" Scarboro snapped.
"No way," Buck assured, smiling solicitously. "You should of seen old Jake run! I never saw him move so fast."
"Nobody saw us up close. You got nothing to worry about there. You want us to go back for the girl later? Now that we know what we're up against, we can handle it."
"Yeah," Scarboro said grudgingly. "I'll go with you this time, but it'll have to be later. While you boys were flubbing your job, I caight a sneak thief."
"Gaucin?" Coons asked. "Was he after the books?"
"He was after the books, all right, but it wasn't Gaucin. Take a look for yourselves. He's behind the file cabinets over there."
Buckner and Coons moved past their gloating boss and went behind the row of files. Coons felt sick at his stomach when he viewed the pulpy head and face. "Martinez?" the big man asked tensely, because it was impossible to be sure with the face in that kind of condition.
"Elon Martinez, doing the reporter's dirty work for him," Scarboro said. "He's never looked better, has he, boys?"
Buckner whistled appreciatively. "You sure worked him over, boss."
"Just pistol-whipped him a little, is all."
"It looks like you damned near killed him," Coons commented worriedly.
"I restrained myself," Scarboro said calmly. "Nothing would give me more pleasure than to beat that Chicano sonofabitch to death. But I can't have him dead on my place from a beating. It wouldn't set right. It's the perfect opportunity to get rid of the troublemaker for good, though. If Gaucin put him up to it, he'll get the message. If Martinez was dumb enough to try this on his own ... well, it'll be the last time he'll stick his nose into my business."
"We going to kill him, boss?" Buckner asked with relish.
"Why, Buck," Scarboro scolded mockingly, "how could you even think such a thing! The poor man got drunk and had an accident was the way I heard it. Seems he ran off the road and burned to death in his pickup. Terrible thing!"
"Yeah," Buck said, grinning all over his face. "We're going to send him up in a blaze of glory, is that it?"
"Let's just say a blaze," Scarboro replied soberly. He opened a desk drawer and extracted a half pint of whiskey, the seal of which was already broken. He removed the cap and took a deep pull, then passed it to Coons, who handed it on to Buckner without drinking any. "What's the matter, Jake?"
"Nothing," Coons said, his voice cracking.
Scarboro laughed derisively. "Relax, Jake. You're one helluva foreman. I know I can trust you to keep your mouth shut. I also know you haven't got the stomach for this kind of work. Hell, why do you think I got Buck paroled? Martinez's pickup is down by the sorting shed. Go bring it up here. You can clean up the office and put everything back in order while Buck and I attend to this bastard."
Coons nodded stiffly and hurried from the office.
"Go to the pump and get a can of gasoline, Buck," Scarboro said, holding out his hand for the bottle of whiskey. "And make it fast. We've still got to get the reporter's kid tonight. The head of my cock started itching for a piece of her fine little ass soon as you and Jake drove off."
The blond young man passed the bottle back, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'd like to have some more of her myself. Maybe we could all three get her. You first, of course."
"We'll see," Scarboro told him, with a lewd gleam in his eyes. "We've got to get her first. Go get the gas."
"You bet, boss," Buckner replied, and ran out the door.
Coons arrived with Martinez' pickup, and the fanner and foreman carried the unconscious Chicano leader from the office and put him in the cab. After he'd tossed the nearly empty whiskey bottle in on the seat, Scarboro climbed under the wheel and started the engine.
When Buckner came running back with a five-gallon can of gasoline, Scarboro called, "Follow me in Jake's pickup, Buck. Bring the gasoline with you."
Scarboro drove off, with Buckner right behind him. They rode for about a half hour until they were well away from the huge farm. Finally Scarboro pulled off on the shoulder of the little-used road and stopped short of a bridge. He got out, looked up and down the road, then reached inside the idling pickup, jerked it into low gear and slammed the door as the truck lurched forward and to the right, the way he'd aimed the front wheels. Of the sloping shoulder it rolled, then bumped along a short rain gully before it plunged down the steep embankment and crashed to the bottom of the draw which became a river when it rained.
"Bring the gas, Buck!" Scarboro called as he ran after the driverless pickup.
Elon Martinez was still alive when they arrived at the bottom of the draw. They soaked his clothes and the interior of the cab with gasoline, or rather Buckner did. Then the two of them stepped back.
"Give me a match, Buck. All I've got with me is my lighter."
"I'll do it," Buck offered, whipping out a book of paper matches. He was trembling with excitement. "Unless you want to set it yourself, boss."
"We'll both do it. One match each."
"All I've got is these gophers, boss. Better let me light the whole book and throw it."
"All right. Just don't miss, damn it!"
Buck pulled off a match and struck it, then lighted the rest of the matches and tossed the whole book toward the open window of the pickup.
HUUU-WHOOMPPP!!! came the explosion-like sound as all the gasoline caught fire at once. Flames leaped high into the air. The men had to move back because of the intense heat. They had set Martinez up in the seat and could see his hair and face burning.
"Look at that motherfucker burn!" Buckner husked, bending, turning and twisting as his eyes bulged out excitedly.
"Stand up straight," Sacrboro said.
"I can't! I've got a hard-on!"
Scarboro let out a burst of nervous laughter. "I know."
When he glanced at his boss' crotch, Buckner saw that he wasn't the only one with a rip-roaring erection.
"Let's go get that Gaucin girl, Buck. Jesus! I hope her asshole is hot as that inferno! Come on! That tank is going to blow any minute! Let's get out of here!"