Chapter 4
The sound of Maria's screams cut through the tropical night darkness like a slashing sword, stopping the two Danfield teenagers dead in their tracks as if they had collided with some unseen obstacle in the darkness. Janice stifled a yell herself, too frightened to think what might be happening just yards from where they stood, unnoticed, on the sandy beach. Danny held one finger upraised to his lips and grabbed her shoulder reassuringly.
"C'mon, let's see what that was," he whispered, walking stealthily now, on tip-toes, toward the source of that blood-curdling cry beyond the thicket of scrub foliage that filtered the campfire's light like a window screen.
"Danny, are you crazy!?" she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Let's get out of here!"
"We can't, Sis," he answered, suddenly seeming much older than his seventeen years, "Somebody might be in trouble. What if they're drowning or something? You want that on your conscience?"
Janice couldn't argue; her brother seemed much older and wiser than herself, though he was hardly more than a year older. But he was right — somebody might need their help, and she wouldn't want to go through life knowing she'd let another human being die or suffer when she could have helped.
Danny led the way, but Janice was close behind; so close, in fact, that she kept bumping into him in the darkness as he slowly felt his way through the sparsely-scattered sea island vegetation toward the orange-yellow glow of a campfire. They heard voices, male voices. Arguing, more sounds, then peals of drunken laughter that were horrifying in their vile contemptuousness.
There was one last small sandy rise, capped with a natural hedge of thick underbrush. Danny dropped quietly to his knees in the sandy soil and motioned for his younger sister to follow. Parting the bushes silently, they both stared at the strangers that were somehow there on the beach in the night. Strangers that weren't supposed to be here. A lewd scene was being enacted before their terrified eyes that couldn't be happening ... but it was!
"Bastards! All of you! Bastards!" Maria screamed again and again, more angry now than afraid. She knew what these drunken dogs wanted from her, and she knew there was really no hope of resisting them, but she was determined not to break. More than anything else, she wanted to spit in their faces when they'd finished with her, to laugh at their feeble animal-like displays of their shallow manhood. "Miguel will kill you! He will kill you like the filthy swine that you are!" she cried as Juan held her with one huge strong arm, pinning both of hers behind her back. Her enormous honey-colored breasts swung nakedly free in the flickering light of the fire as she squirmed and struggled fiercely to escape his powerful clutches, but the huge muscular Cuban held her like a small child, dwarfing her tiny frame before his immense bulky body.
"Get her shirt off, Juan," shouted Rafael drunkenly, reclining a few feet away on the sand, grinning wetly as he splashed another swallow of the red wine into his mouth from the black goatskin he held over his head. Antonio was kneeling beside him, a forbidding, leering smirk on his dumb, beast-like countenance. "Let's see those magnificent tits that our brave leaders keeps all to himself!"
The big, thick-armed Latin held her easily with one arm as he yanked her army-style shirt from her arms and threw it to the sand at their feet.
"No, leave me alone, you pig!" she spat at him, but her furious cries only brought a new wave of drunken laughter from the three men gathered around her in the glow of the fire.
Danny and Janice were a few yards away, safely concealed in the thickness of the island underbrush, their mouths open in dumb-struck amazement and horrified disbelief at what they had somehow stumbled upon on this supposedly deserted little island. Danny's eyes widened as the dark-skinned girl's shirt was suddenly ripped from her body and her huge, ripely dangling breasts swung free in the night chill, her nipples hard and crinkly from the unexpected exposure. God, they were so big! He'd seen a few tits in his life, even held a couple in the back seat of his Dad's car when he was home from boarding school, but they were nothing like these! Oh wow, they were like the ones on the women in those books some of the guys had sneaked into school from the dirty-book stores in New York, only these were real! Danny hated himself for feeling this way, for that unmistakable hardening he couldn't suppress up between his legs, but there was no denying it — he knew it was wrong, knew that he should feel sorry for this poor girl, but there was another feeling much more powerful blocking the way. He was seeing this incredibly beautiful young Latin woman being stripped naked right before his eyes, and whether it was right or wrong, he couldn't help the feelings inside him ... because they were going to fuck her and he was going to watch.
Janice held her brother's arm tightly, her fingers biting into his muscle as her grip tensed in her fear and apprehension. She wanted to do something, anything! Scream, run for help, race in there and help this girl who wasn't much older than herself before it was too late. Before these monsters ... oh, God, it was too horrible to even think about!
As the hapless Maria kicked and fought furiously to free herself from the big dark-skinned man's powerful clutches, Antonio moved closer, his dumb, drooling face aglow with the forbidden excitement of seeing this beautiful girl stripped naked like a common gutter-tramp from the streets of old Havana. Without a word of warning, his hand suddenly lashed out and gripped the elastic waistband of Maria's sheer nylon panties, a gift from Miguel just days before this mission, and ripped them in one yank from her hips.
"You pig! You stinking pig, Goddamn you! Goddamn all of you!" she cursed with renewed fury, but the Cubans only laughed at her harmless scorn, her words no more than puffs of smoke on the tropical breeze to them. For she was helpless now without Miguel to protect her, and they had watched her delicious curves, dreamed of the magnificent olive-skinned beauty of her ripe young nakedness too long to be stopped now.
"What's wrong, Maria baby? That cunt of yours too good for the likes of us?" taunted Rafael, still lying like a debauched emperor, as his two henchmen finished the task of stripping everything from her now-nude body. She was magnificent in the soft orange glow of the campfire, her breasts so big and soaring, standing so wondrously on their own, her warm pink nipples tremblingly erect in the night air. From the trimness of her waist, her hips curved gracefully to meet the firmly jutting cheeks of her delectable ass; and as she squirmed and tossed futilely from side to side, her long black hair, fully loosed in the struggle, brushed the top fleshy swell of her naked buttocks ... revealing, then hiding the succulent sight.
From the vantage point he shared with his younger sister, Danny had to cover his mouth to suppress a gasp as he caught his first full look at this incredibly beautiful girl, naked now and held like a helpless but spirited slave girl between the two men. His heart nearly stopped as he saw Juan's hand suddenly ram up between the dark-haired girl's slightly parted supple thighs, his fingers disappearing just beneath the tiny vee-shaped mound below her smooth flat belly.
"Aaaaaawwwwwwww!" she choked, "You're hurting me!"
"Jesus, what a pussy she's got!" shouted the hulking Cuban, and Rafael and Antonio bellowed their amused reply.
"Ees it nice and tight, Juan?" cried Rafael, his voice a perfect copy of the stereotyped Hollywood Spanish. "Maybe we loosen it up a little, no?" And he convulsed in laughter at his own humor.
"Bastards! You're all traitors to everything Miguel and the C.A.I, stand for!" shouted Maria, both her arms pinned at her sides now, as Juan's thick fingers pawed her body like it was fresh fruit at a vendor's. His very touch revolted her, but she was determined not to give in to these animals.
"Rafael, why don't we let her have a little of the ... you know, the goods?" Juan nodded toward the beached boat and Maria looked cautiously in that same direction, her ears having perked at these odd words from one of her captors. Goods? There is supposed to be nothing on the boat but our emergency supplies ... everything is taken care of in the United States by our operatives there. What goods could he mean?
"Sure, why not? It will make her more fun, anyway. I'd like to see this little bitch beg for it before I fuck her."
Maria spat at him but he was too far away. "Beg from you? I would die first! Pig!" But from the corner of her eye, she watched curiously as Antonio disappeared over the side of the boat, then returned a few moments later with a small packet of something in his hand.
Rafael jumped to his feet and fished a small object from the sand near the fire. "It's part of an American beer can ... I think it is called a popping-top. It will be perfect for the task, no?"
Maria watched intently, as much fascinated as afraid, as Rafael took the tiny, flat metallic object carefully between his thumb and forefinger and scooped a small rounded heap of crystal-white powder from the waxed-paper packet Antonio held preciously with both his chubby palms.
"Like this, Maria my love," he sneered, and held the tiny spatula of powder to his left nostril, breathed it in quickly and held his head back, eyes closed, for a long pause. When he opened his eyes again, a glazed dullness had already opaqued them, and he seemed strangely intoxicated, though not like before. Maria was suddenly more frightened. Before, he had been a drunk, just another of Cuba's wine-drinking scum ... but now, this was something else again. And that look in his eyes!
"Now it's your turn, woman," he said slowly. But his words were clipped and full of menace, as if her very life depended on her immediate obedience. "Get the lady a little coke, Antonio. Shell take it ... or I'll break her pretty little neck and then fuck her." And Maria didn't doubt now for an instant that he meant every word of his ugly threat.
"Wh-What is it?" she asked quietly, not struggling now, but still held tightly in Juan's firm strong arms. "Where did it come from?"
Rafael laughed heartily, momentarily cutting the vicious chill, but just as quickly as he started, he stopped again, and that frightening gleam in his eyes returned instantly. "Coke, my little peach ... cocaine. And there's lots more of it in the boat. Kilos and kilos of the lovely white crystals, enough to make us all very rich."
"Cocaine? Rich? What is all this talk? You know the rules about smuggling or scheming for personal gain. It is all strictly forbidden for all C.A.I. members; to break the rules means death, you surely know that." Maria had momentarily forgotten her plight, and in the darkness of middle night, she stood, naked, on a desolate Caribbean beach and argued for the cause as if nothing were amiss. Suddenly the reality of the moment returned to her, and with it, a terror more vivid, more frightening than before. It was as if her moment of dedicated flag-waving had weakened the flawed point in her determined stand against these men, and now she suddenly was very alone and helpless. The dawning awareness of her plight had hit home, and she was afraid. She was totally at their will, and she was fast realizing that she didn't know these men at all. They weren't the revolutionaries she had trained with; no, these were hardened men, but not hardened to the cause. And now they were her masters ...
"Take a good sniff of the crystals, Maria," calmly ordered Rafael, "Breathe them back into your brain, and you will thank me for it."
"Now do it!" Maria did as she was told, sniffing in a tiny heap of the powdery substance like it was a pinch of snuff. She thought she would sneeze, but Juan held a finger to her nostrils. And slowly the potent alkaloid began to take effect. She felt giddy, lightheaded, but less afraid suddenly, though fully aware of her plight. It had not numbed her senses, but rather, had altered them, knocked them askew in some strange sort of way. Rafael was talking, but she failed to hear his words until he was well into his sentence.
" ... unload the coke in the States. He's quite a very big man with the Cuban refugee community in Miami, and he has offered us quite a good price. A lot more than we could get anywhere else in Latin America."
"I won't help you, Rafael," said Maria without emotion. "I will do nothing to help with this filthy work. That part of the work you will have to do yourselves, and I will not stand in your defense when Miguel hears of this."
"Miguel! Do you hear that, men?! She threatens me with the vengeance of a dead man!"
The words cut into her confused brain like the edge of a cane-cutter's machete. "What do you mean? Miguel is not dead! He is in the military prison, but he will be released. It has happened before."
Rafael held another spatula of the grainy white powder to his nostril and snorted it into his sinuses, then, "He is dead, Maria. Or as good as dead. He learned of our little business deal before we left Cuba, and he was like a madman. He wouldn't listen to reason. We planned to do both our tasks — his and the one for our friend in Miami. But you know that rabid mind of his when he is determined. He threatened to have us all shot in our beds for treachery ... " He paused as the cocaine took violent effect, jarring every cell in his brain into new awareness. " ... so we had him arrested. Tomorrow, when they search a certain place that is supposed to belong to him, they will find a packet of this. Enough to put him before a firing squad for breaking Dr. Castro's drug laws."
Maria stood mute, tears streaming down her cheeks, until her voice would work again. "Murderers! You're all murderers! I'll kill you for this, for what you've done to Miguel!" she screamed violently.
Rafael's face suddenly contorted with blind rage and he slapped her viciously across the face. "Get her ready, Juan," he growled. "I think Maria needs a lesson in respect for men."
Holding her around the breasts painfully so that her nipples were smashed against his forearm, Juan's rummaging hands coursed down between her legs and over her fearfully trembling thighs and buttocks. With his own leg, he forced her smoothly trim thighs apart and shoved his hand coarsely up between them, her loins now completely open to his hungry search.
Reaching around the naked young brunette's hips, Juan worked at her warmly moist vagina slowly and expertly, his fingers probing deeply into her hidden treasures as his forearm seemed to disappear between her widespread thighs. She gasped at his searing, painful entry and then bit down hard on her lower lip to hide her anguish as he wormed his fingers around inside her, impaling her on them as he held her voluptuous olive-skinned body tight against his. She could not escape, and the rapidly growing hardness of the Cuban's huge cock, swelling inside his pants, foretold what was in store for her.
"It's getting wet, Rafael!" the big man laughed, and at his words, Antonio, standing quietly at her side, suddenly leaned forward and swallowed one of her erect little nipples between his warmly voracious lips. "Hey, look at lover boy!" shouted Juan, and the two men laughed heartily at her humiliation as the ugly toad of a man ravenously devoured her breast with his mouth and tongue, his hands rubbing coarsely over her naked sides as he panted and moaned into her breast.
"Is she ready for us, Juan?" inquired Rafael, fumbling with his small packet of cocaine.
"Almost, my friend! She's wet like a bitch in heat now ... Jesus, what a pussy she has! No wonder Miguel wanted her all to himself."
Danny felt his sister's hand on his arm, her fingers tight around his bicep. He wanted to run, to do something, anything ... but he couldn't. Both of them, two innocent teenagers, were mesmerized by this incredibly lewd spectacle, more wicked and perverted than anything either of them could have dreamed. It was unreal! It was as if they were spectators at some weird, crazy sex-show imported from Denmark ... as if these people were actors just playing their roles. It couldn't be real! Didn't they just stumble on this strange erotic tableau out here on this deserted island? How could these people be really people? God, it was unbelievable! But it held them with the power of Satan himself.
Juan suddenly withdrew his fingers from Maria's widely stretched vagina and released his painful grip on her, pushing Antonio aside for the moment.
"Get her on her knees, Juan, like the cock-hungry bitch she is!" Rafael ordered. Juan pushed her bodily onto the sand, shoving her shoulders down until she knelt obediently at his feet. She huddled there quietly, just gasps of shame and humiliation coming now from her quivering lips. She fought to hold back the sobbing tears, and her nakedly tight buttocks shivered from the pent-up emotion inside her tortured belly. God, how she hated these bastards and everything they stood for! They could fuck her, but she'd never give in, she'd never give these animals the satisfaction of seeing her excited from their filthy cocks, never!
Janice's confused, unbelieving eyes were on Rafael as the leader suddenly began to disrobe; she watched, incredulously, as he quickly stripped off his pants and shirt, shoes and socks, and then his shorts. She had to cover her mouth to stifle a cry as she caught her first glimpse of his fully-erect cock, jutting mightily out from his brushy pelvis like the bowsprit on a boat. God, it was so huge! How could any woman take that inside her!
Rafael knelt between the kneeling girl's ankles and paused a moment, his monstrous cock, long and gleaming in the firelight, stood with thin blue lines of veins pulsing along its awesome length. He leaned over and grabbed the quivering young girl's ankles and roughly yanked them apart, pulling her fleshy buttocks-cheeks open so that the narrow, hair-lined slit of her vagina was visible to all the men, and to Danny and Janice in their hiding place just beyond them. He eased forward, and the huge blood-filled head of his penis just slightly brushed the tightly-puckered ring of her anus.
That first searing contact caused a shattering lightning-bolt of terror to shoot through Maria's body as she knelt before his threatening cock.
"Oh, no, please!" she screamed, her vow to herself forgotten, "Not there! Not that way, please! In the name of God, I beg you, don't do it there. I can't take it!"
She tried to jerk away, but Juan was quick to grab her again.
"Hold her tight, amigo!" Rafael yelled to the strong Cuban who pushed down on her shoulders and the small of her narrow back with his powerful hands. Maria struggled for a moment and then lay still, her naked body snaking from the violently helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat.
Rafael leered down at the cowering girl, remembering all the times he had watched these very curves and swells as they squirmed around seductively inside her tight-fitting clothes when they had all been in training together. And now she was his! The most beautiful girl in all of Cuba, and in just a few seconds she'd be just another slut writhing on the end of his long merciless cock!
He slowly drew aside the soft cheeky mounds of her buttocks, and she groaned pitifully and tried to squeeze them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into her tender young flesh and she finally relaxed and allowed him to open her from behind as he wished.
The two youngsters could hear him suck in his breath as the fearfully puckering little anal ring came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Maria jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight rubbery opening and pressed her pelvis down into the coarse sand, her buttocks tensing tight together to try to escape the thickly impaling finger being thrust into her ass. Resistance was useless and he thrust forward again, sinking it up to the first knuckle in the warm velvety passage of her rectum.
"Aaaawww, please,'" she gasped piteously, unable now to muster the strength to resist, mentally or physically, this vicious assault on her as she clenched her buttocks muscles together as tight as she could, trapping his hand between the firmly flexed cheeks.
'Open your ass up, woman!" he ordered brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission finally relaxed, her backside limp and vulnerable, his to use as he desired.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anus with his extended finger, widening it and preparing it for the greater entry to come, his other hand was stroking and preparing his thick veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of Miguel's helpless young girlfriend spreadeagled on her frightened belly beneath him. He pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the huge redly glistening head. It was monstrous, and he aimed it directly at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his stiffened middle finger.
He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs biting into the gentle flesh of her ass, withdrawing his finger and bending his head forward just enough to spit a load of warm saliva onto the thick turgid shaft of his anxiously waiting cock to lubricate and moisten his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his powerful body into her back, the thick full length of his penis throbbing in the crevice between her wildly trembling buttocks, the lust-swollen tip resting against the tiny anal orifice now painfully stretched from his brutal probings. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched the soft tender half-moons apart. Levering himself up, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, hunched over her now like a mongrel dog over a bitch in heat, directing his rock-hard cock straight into the tightly clenched opening of her nakedly unguarded rectum.
Janice and Danny held their breath as they crouched in the cover of the thicket for what seemed an eternity as they waited for the inevitable, unable to look away, held as if in a trance by the salacious play being acted out before their very eyes. Janice looked in awe at the incredible, huge length of the man's cock ... Oh God, no, he can't be planning to put it in there! No girl could do such a thing!
As they watched, they saw the tiny stretched anus forced open and finally clasping the tip of Rafael's cock like a rubber glove. He grinned above her evilly and thrust his hips hard down, sinking his prick halfway to the hilt. Maria cried out in pain, but her pitiful plea was quickly and brutally silenced as the powerful Juan slammed her face into the sand. Her legs flailed on either side of him as she sought hopelessly to escape this cruel and humiliating impalement.
Her voluptuous young buttocks frantically jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only made matters worse, for with each buck of her nakedly writhing body his long hard cock skewered another deep and painful inch into her ravaged back passage until, finally, he was all the way in her.
"Uuuuuhhhh," she gasped as the last of her strength left her and Rafael's thick, huge organ slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete assault on her backside. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Mother of Jesus, what a tight little asshole!" Rafael hissed through clenched teeth above her. In spite of his overwhelming desire to begin fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down, grasping her firm rounded hips in his hands and pulled her to his loins, painfully bending her body almost double. He tightly ground his teeth together and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward. Juan, still holding her, though she had ceased to fight back, was going out of his mind with maddening desire for her voluptuous body. He ran his hands wildly over her ripely dangling breasts and back, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he could stand it no longer. Antonio stood by dumbly, a mute slavering grin on his face as he openly and unashamedly rubbed the long rubbery knob of his prick still inside his pants.
“Turn her over, Rafael," said Juan, "Let's both have some of this hot-blooded cunt, no?"
Without answering, Rafael seemed to think about his friend's suggestion for a moment, then, locking his hands tightly to Maria's hips, he rolled to the side and then over, pulling her onto him. His huge throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his, and a low pleading mewl escaped her wet tortured lips.
Juan lost no time at all, and he fairly leaped between her widespread legs, straddling Rafael's knees and pushing her thighs even further apart. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and as the two Danfield kids watched in wide-eyed amazement at this unheard of spectacle — guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moistly open cavern of her pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned as its hot length slithered deep inside her belly, joining the other man's cock already buried there in her rectum. She lay moaning and twitching and sobbing from the pain and the awful shame, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled between their cocks like an insignificant insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating the two viciously skewering staffs of hard flesh.
Juan was too overheated to delay; maddened with desire from watching Rafael's cruel rape of her asshole, he began to fuck into her moistly heated pussy while Rafael beneath began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the velvety depths of her rectum. A chorus of grunts and moans accompanied them as Antonio, his cock now out of his pants and in his palm, pumped up and down on the short thick knob like it was the handle of a water pump.
In a moment, the two men had merged into a natural rhythm, buffeting the nakedly groaning girl between them like she was nothing but a pillow of soft foam rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force. Rafael amused himself all the while, toying with her breasts, tweaking the sensitive nipples on the large, softly resilient mounds between his fingers as he pumped his cock up into her bowels from beneath.
Janice was stunned ... she hated these men ... hated them, whoever they were, for the wicked, awful things they were doing to this poor girl, who was not a lot older than herself. God, she thought, what if it was me out there! What would I do? How could I ever stand it?
But she couldn't escape the gnawing realization that there was an emotion other than hate and disgust tearing at her insides ... it wasn't hate that was causing that warm sticky dampness between her legs! Oh, how she hated herself for it, but it was true! She was aroused and excited by this terrible attack ... she couldn't help herself, she was!
Janice and her older brother could see the men's moistly gleaming long cocks, wet along their full lengths from the girl's vaginal juices, fucking savagely into her from both sides. They could see the ragged pink flanges of her pussy drawing back with Juan's long hard penis on the out stroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with Rafael's cock — the tightly clasping opening of her wide-stretched anus pulled outward as the Cuban leader screwed her with the fury of a wild man.
And then it began to happen ... something no one had really expected, and more than the three men on the beach would have dreamed of.
As Janice and Danny watched intently from the bushes, they suddenly heard the girl's low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading ... she was starting to enjoy it! She was actually turned on!
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position or from the lewdly exciting thought of being fucked half to death by two men at once. But whatever it was Maria had started to feel it ... and react. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of Rafael's massively hardened flesh cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Juan's plunging cock into her suddenly steaming hot pussy. Her whole body sensually undulated between the two men as her buttocks moved in lewdly abandoned little circles.
"OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh" she chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her cunt and backside. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a puppet, as all three of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual joy. Antonio, half bent over, furiously stroked his stubby thick penis, his wet tongue hanging between his thick lips as he leaned over the girl's nakedly writhing body while his two friends fucked her like she'd never been fucked before.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she cried, then "Oh, yes ... harder, harder, both of you ... split me open with your big cocks, yes, yes!" Then, without warning, she stiffened her nakedly voluptuous body and screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm cummmiiiinnnggg!"
The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire as she sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until it seemed it would never stop. The men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, both plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and rectum and pumped their sperm far, far up into her wantonly heaving young belly. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap and as Juan prepared to roll away from her still nakedly quivering body, Antonio, his stubby prick still in hand, gasped loudly and threw back his head, tossing his long, greasy hair, and emptied his hotly seething load in a rapid-fire burst of sticky sperm that spattered on her big bare breasts in great white puddles of warm semen and dribbled down between the soft tender mounds ...
Janice began to back away, away from this wicked tableau. It was. as if their orgasms had released the kind of spell that seemed to hold both her and her brother glued to this evil sight.
As she quietly backed into the thicker part of their hiding place, she stepped on a dried-out exposed root of a scrubby pine tree. A loud crack, seemingly as loud as gunfire, rattled through the air.
Rafael leaped in less than an instant for the beached boat and grabbed the portable spotlight. Before either of the teenagers could move, they were silhouetted in the light held by the still naked Cuban, his legs sticky and damp from the fury of their fucking.
They stood very still, paralyzed like jack-lighted deer.
"Don't move, you two! Stay where you are!"