Chapter 5
Pepe scurried to shut the door ... and lock it ... while Guellermo approached their terrified prisoner. Wild thoughts were going through her mind, speculations about how it had happened that the police were treating her this way. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she still doubted that the man who had pretended to arrest her in Tijuana was a real cop. So did that mean that these local police ... who were real police ... were somehow in league with Arturo, as the phony guy in Tijuana was? And how did they know all about her? There was no way Arturo could have phoned them from the ranch.
The entire situation boggled Lizbeth's brain, but she had no chance to ponder over it or ask questions, which probably wouldn't have been answered anyway. Guillermo was closing in, and she knew he intended to give her more humiliation and torment.
"Have you got any dope hidden in your brassiere?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Of course not!" she flared. "I never had any dope! I don't use it, and I don't sell it!"
"Well, we must see what you've got ... right, Pepe?"
The ill-kempt, lanky fellow sniggered as he moved up beside his boss. Guillermo snapped something at him in Spanish, and he struck quickly as a rattler, snatching Lizbeth and pulling her away from the wall. He tugged her arms behind her and clamped handcuffs on her wrists.
"Oooh, noooooh . .. please . . .!" she moaned, squirming. "You can't treat me like this!"
But Guillermo obviously felt he was on safe ground, as if in that remote corner of Mexico he was a law unto himself. He reached for the buttons on her blouse and, with Pepe holding onto her arm, there was nothing she could do to keep the heavyset man from opening them, his pudgy fingers moving from one to the other until her blouse was open to her waist.
He pulled the fabric out from under the top of her skirt and spread the edges of her blouse wide apart.
"Aaaaaah!" Pepe said with a lascivious snigger as he looked down at the creamy display of rounded, thrusting chi-chis in their lowcut nylon cups.
Guillermo slid his fat hands over her imprisoned breasts, squeezing a little and making the twin fullnesses wobble ever so slightly. His hands continued under her blouse, to her back, where he fumbled blindly with the hooks of her bra.
Lizbeth bit her lip. She was beginning to color. She felt utterly helpless before these two men ... which she was, of course ... and she had no idea how far they intended to go with her. They could go as far as they wanted, she realized.
Lizbeth felt her bra give way, and her breasts expanded as they surged forward. Guillermo lifted the cups, exposing her creamy-textured globes with the jutting pink nipples.
"aaay, Caramba!" Pepe cried, and grasped a full, wobbly tit.
Guillermo wheezed pleasurably and grasped the other one. While the evil men rolled her rounded, pliant beauties, squeezing the springy flesh and tickling her stiff nipples with their palms, Lizbeth shut her eyes and blushed furiously.
This wasn't like fooling with the man in the curio shop, or with the kids in the back of the farmer's truck. Here she was simply being abused, and she hated it. The throbs which emanated from her mauled breasts only made her ashamed for feeling anything at all.
The men let her titties go, and they bobbed buoyantly, her nipples plumper and stiffer than ever.
Pepe gave a groan, and lowered his head.
"Nooooh!" Lizbeth whined as she felt his damp tongue circle the nipple of her right breast and swipe across the stem, bending it. Then his lips clamped onto the dainty spigot, and he sucked like an infant, agitating the fullness of her titty.
"Oooh, make him STOP!" she begged Guillermo.
The big man was watching with obvious amusement, appreciating her anguish as well as Pepe's ardor. Perhaps he was wondering, she thought, when she would start indicating that she liked what was going on.
Well, she wouldn't!
She hated everything the man did to her and would go on hating it. She wasn't just some cheap piece of baggage that could be manhandled and made to like it!
Guillermo had discarded her brassiere, evidently satisfied that it contained no narcotics ... if he'd ever had any suspicion that it did, which she doubted. Still, he pressed on with the lewd search.
Barking at Pepe to quit sucking their prisoner's nipple and pay attention to duty, the chief pinched Lizbeth's skirt at both sides and lifted it.
"Oooh, for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, her cheeks rosy.
Both men stared at her lovely legs which widened into firm, succulent thighs where her stockings stopped, cinched by metallic clasps attached to taut white straps. These traveled up her pale skin to disappear beneath the leg elastics of the pink panties which Arturo's maid had given her.
Prom the sheerness of her stockings, and how snugly they adhered to her lower legs and thighs, it was clear that she wasn't smuggling anything inside them. The same could be said of her panties, as the lascivious lawmen raised her skirt higher. Though they were not see-through sheer, they certainly were snug enough to make plain that she had nothing concealed in them except what nature had given her. There were, however, crevices in her body ...
She wanted to believe that the Mexican police would not go so far as to probe her bodily cavities. But she feared they intended to do exactly that as they began to pull her panties down.
Guillermo pinched the filmy fabric at one side, and Pepe did the same at the other. They used their spare hands to keep her skirt up around her waist, and they watched the top elastic of her panties skid away from her belly button and down to the top tendrils of her pubic fluff.
Both men emitted pleased sighs when they saw she was a real blonde. Pepe got carried away once again and used the hand which had been elevating her skirt to rub back and forth across her shivery, arching buttocks as her panties skidded away from them. His stroking of her naked, rubbery asscheeks, gave her a new, shocked thrill which she tried to deny.
Pepe squatted at one side of her, and Guillermo, still holding her skirt, squatted at the other as they pulled her pink panties down her legs and off. Though she didn't want to cooperate, she felt she had to lift her feet so that the panties could be removed.
"Ay, qu&e linda es!" Pepe said. "si!" Guillermo responded. "Rubia de veras!"
Lizbeth knew they were talking about her true blondeness, and they seemed to appreciate it greatly. Damn! If she could only run while they were squated down there, looking at her v-shaped fluff! But with her hands mannacled, she wouldn't be able to get the door open.
Should she scream?
Who would come to rescue her in a police station?
Her situation was hopeless. She had to stand and take it!
The rough hands of the ploicemen stroked up her legs, along her slippery nylons, then skidded off the welts of her expanded stockingtops and onto her smooth skin, whose nakedness was interrupted only by the garter straps that ran to the lacy belt which encircled her tummy. After both men felt her ass and pinched her resilient buttocks, they returned their attention to her legs. Following his boss's lead, Pepe assisted in drawing her legs apart. Lizbeth had to take several quick steps, causing her titties to jiggle and nearly costing her the loss of her balance before her legs were widely spread.
She smoldered in shame as Guillermo placed his coarse hand against her pussy. Pepe sniggered again, his eyes bright as he remained squatted beside the large man. Both stared at the lippy division between Lizbeth's thighs. Then Guillermo rubbed her slightly moist softness.
Her shame intensified when he insinuated a thick finger between her labia.
She jerked away, blushing fiercely, and she cried, "Stop it!"
Guillermo stood. Apprehensively Lizbeth consulted the front of his trouser ... but he showed no sign of arousal. This surprised her and gave her hope.
The hope was short-lived for, when Pepe stood, his excitement pushed the front of his baggy pants into a veritable mountain! Lizbeth felt herself grow weak with the sick certainty that before she got out of that grimy police station she was going to be fucked.
If she had to be fucked by someone against her will, she would much have preferred to be fucked by Arturo. Why hadn't he done it to her when he had the chance? Why hadn't he driven his long, swordlike prick into her and screwed her and made her like it?
Oh, no! she thought. / don't want to be fucked by anybody! My thoughts are just going wild!
"Please leave me alone!" she begged.
Guillermo's response was to twist her around and send her plunging forward across the top of his disheveled, dusty desk.
What in the world is he going to do to me NOW? she wondered.
She soon had her answer when she felt him grasp her rubbery buttocks and yank them wide apart. She whined miserably, knowing that the men were looking at her exposed anus.
Her circular muscle automatically clenched, causing her starlike gathering of tiny puckers to shrink. She heard an odd sound and, at almost the same moment, felt a glob of slippery moisture land against her anus. Guillermo had spat on it!
She had only a second to try and figure out why he had done that, while Pepe gave another nasty laugh. Then she knew, for she felt the police chiefs insulting finger touch her wet asshole ... and give a twist.
"OOOH!" she said in revulsion. "Oooh! My God! STOP ittt!"
But Guillermo chuckled in lewd fascination and sank his middle finger even deeper into her super-tight, slippery anus. He wiggled it around, stretching the schoolteacher's asshole like a taut rubber band.
Chihuahua!" Pepe cried as he watched his boss have fun with the Americana, corkscrewing his finger in her ass and pumping it in and out. Her slippery tightness made a lurid, lascivious sound around his plunging digit.
Finally he pulled his finger from her asshole with a sucking Pop!
"I guess you got no dope on you," he said, sounding not at all surprised, as he let Lizbeth straighten up.
When she turned shamfacedly to look at the two nasty men, her eyes widened. Pepe had pulled out his prick and was stroking the brown skin up and down on his rigid pole, which seemed to soar at least nine inches out and upward from his gaping trousers. The dark bulb at the end of his organ swelled each time he stripped his foreskin back, and clear moisture leaked from the hole at its tip.
"Please!" Lizbeth panted. "Don't do it to me! Please don't!"
"Do you suck, Miss Parsons?" Guillermo asked in amusement.
"YES!" Lizbeth cried, eager to sieze upon any way to protect her virginity. "Yes, I suck! Oooh, Pepe, let me suck it!"
She dropped bruisingly to her knees, making her titties bounce between the flapping, widespread edges of her blouse, Guillermo quickly dispensed with her handcuffs so that she could and reached for his partner's up-thrust, amazingly lengthy cock.
His shaft was rock-hard, and it had little ridges in it. His blood-choked veins stood out. His glans was swollen like a ripe plum.
Lizbeth bent eagerly forward, telling herself that she was doing this only to save herself from a worse fate, and her pink lips gaped moistly. Both men watched in silent fascination as she capped her mouth over the crown of Pepe's prick, finding it much, much bigger than the knobs of the young boys she had sucked on the way to town. Bigger and juicier, too. Oh, what a raunchy, tangy taste it had!
Lizbeth's senses swirled, and her head turned light, as she sucked the cock of the Mexican policeman.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Guillermo unzip his pants and withdraw a salami-like organ which was thick and long, but not yet rigid. He rolled b ack his rubbery foreskin, revealing a bulb as purplishly dark as Pepe's but even bigger, though it hadn't yet swelled to its maximum.
Then Lizbeth just shut her eyes and pumped her mouth fiercely on Pepe's cock, as she had watched Lupita do with Ar-turo. His taste flooded over her tongue, and his musky scent choked her flaring nostrils. She felt a little sick ... but wildly excited! ... and she wouldn't have stopped for anything.
She wasn't holding Pepe's prick with her hand any longer, and neither was he. His rigid shaft was standing at full salute and required not a bit of support as she greedily sucked on his inflated cockhead and as much of his bone like stalk as he could encompass with each gliding lunge of her blonde head.
Her saliva made his cock-stem- slippery, and she could move her encircling lips rapidly up and down on it. Still, the super-hardness of his column, along with its veins and little ridges, excited Lizbeth's lips which were forced to remain quite well spread in order to accommodate the policeman's dong. With each downward plunge of her mouth, his fat plum of a cockhead surged pulsatingly into the opening of her throat. Lizbeth caught herself wondering why she didn't gag, and the only reason she could think of was that she didn't want to.
She wanted to suck this long, hard stick of man-candy that was thrusting into her mouth!
While she sucked Pepe's prick and swallowed, and while her tongue and hips were stimulated by his long, gliding column, a strange thing happened to her own body. She was becoming physically exicted!
She didn't believe it at first. But when dew began to drizzle down her bare thighs, making them slick when she rubbed them together in her unconscious writhing, she knew something was going on!
Her pussy smoldered, sending urgent messages to her brain:
Rub me! Make me feel even better! Use your finger on my hot, slippery bump! GET ME OFF!
In her momentary confusion, while she tried to decide whether or not to diddle herself right there in the police station, in front of those men, she quit pumping her lips on Pepe's long, slender cock and just held the bulb in her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a slippery, spongy chunk of candy.
Her cessation of stroking didn't please the young man, and the next thing she knew he had grasped her by the ears! He began to yank her head forward and back, roughly tugging her by the ears until they hurt. While, this forced her mouth to stroke briskly on his stiff cock, he returned the favor by pumping against her strokes ... avidly fucking her pretty face as he groaned and let his eyes roll back, his balls throbbing with hot tension about to be released
"GHAAAWWWGH!" Lizbeth said against the mouthful of plunging prick as the young fellow let go.
Mercifully he quit pumping and quit tugging on her ears. She just let his pulsating cockhead lie against her tongue while it shot spurt after spurt of thick, slimy cum into her mouth and down her urgently gulping throat.
Without giving the matter any thought at all this time, Lizbeth streaked a hand up her thighs, underneath her skirt, and she spread them in her kneeling posture so that she could rub her hot spot.
Guillermo, standing beside her, saw what she was doing, and he uttered an angry oath. Yanking her away from Pepe, he caused the fellow's last vigorous spurt to splatter against her closed eyelids as Pepe's cock sprang upward.
She felt herself being pushed onto her back on the dirty floor of the police station, and she frantically tried to swipe the sperm away from her eys so she could open them. But she had another problem, also: By that time, her pussy was almost burning up!
When Guillermo yanked her stocking-clad legs apart and dropped between them, she was torn by confusion over what he seemed about to do:
Her virginity was precious! She had saved it for all these years, and she didn't want to lose it to a greasy policeman in a cruddy Mexican town whose name she didn't even know...
Or did she?
Her body was crying for the kind of treatment which only a big-pricked male could give!
And the police chief certainly qualified, she saw, as soon as she got her eyes open. His cock was just as long as Pepe's ... but much thicker! It looked as if it belonged on a stallion, rather than a man. His stroking had raised it to splendid erection, its head as big as a balled fist and its shaft like an arm.
Lizbeth caught only a glimpse of the awesome tool as Guillermo fell forward atop her. .. and then she felt it. Her eyes widened when the bulbous knob pushed between her dew-coated pussy petals. The mouth of her inner cunt was forced open, and she gasped.
The big man bulled into her, giving a lusty grunt, and Lizbeth shrieked when a white-hot flare exploded in her lower body.
Guillermo stopped and pushed up on his arms to stare at her in amazement. "You are a ... a virgin?" he asked.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, staring back at him.
"Madre de Dios!" he said. "Arturo, for God's sake!" Lizbeth heard herself exclaim. "DO it! Oooh shit, DOOOOO IT!"
Guillermo did it, grinding his horse's prick into her, flaring her unfucked channel with his bulk, burrowing deeper and deeper until it felt to her as if she had a yard of thick, rigid cock sticking up inside her! She panted and squirmed, hurting and loving it. She grasped Guillermo's beefy shoulders. She raised her stockinged legs into the air.
Pepe stared down, his mouth gaping, and his forward-curving cock began to twitch as Guillermo's fat, flabby rump bobbed up and down between the American schoolteacher's thighs.
"Ooooooooh!" Lizbeth cried. "Ooooooooh! You're hilllllllllling meeeeeeee!"
Still she held on tight and kicked as the man drove his monstrous cock in and out of her virginal pussy. How it stretched her! How it rubbed her hot spot... and all the nerve-endings in her cuntal mouth, as well! Her finger had never made her feel so good!
If Guillermo's.rump was flabby, his action wasn't! Like a man half his age, he fucked the blonde norteamericana as if this might be the last fucking he would ever have. And judging by what he had said a little while ago concerning Arturo, perhaps he feared just that!
His throbbing prick pumped up and down in Lizbeth's anxiously bumping vagina. He stayed up on his arms so that he could watch her anguished face as she tossed her head from side to side on the floor, her blonde hair whipping about and getting dirty. Her titties jumped, jiggling, her pink nipples looking so big and blood-choked that they might burst.
She felt the thick ridge on the rim of his cockhead, rippling her channel with each stroke. She felt his bulging veins, as well. She felt every throbbing, bull-thick inch of him, plunging deeply into her, filling her with wild passion.
A tightness rose through her body until it all seemed to gather at her throat. She seemed to be strangling! The tension was unbearable. Then suddenly everything gave way, and the most luscious burst of warmth that she had ever known inundated her, causing her to tingle from tits to toes. She squealed and bumped, her pussy gulping hungrily at the man's cock.
Groaning, he spurted into her depths ... again and again.
Lizbeth swooned.
The next thing she knew, Guillermo was pulling out of her. She felt wonderful in one way, but in another she was sick over what had been done to her ... and how wantonly she had responded to the degradation.
Summoning up some strength, she scrambled onto her hands and knees and started crawling toward the door. Her titties hung down and swayed to and fro. Her skirt had dropped to cover her rump.
Suddenly she felt herself being grasped from behind, and her skirt was flipped up. A hand pushed down on her back, mashing her tits onto the floor, and a man's body forced her thighs forward, elevating her ass.
She looked over her shoulder, and it was Pepe! But how could that be? She had just taken all the starch out of him!
When she felt his rigid thrust parting her cuntal labia from behind, she knew he had gotten his strength back while watching her with his boss. He knifed into her, feeling much skinnier than Guillermo ... but blissfully long! She pressed her cheek against the floor and moaned as his cock pumped inside her.
After a lifetime of saying no and avoiding men's clutches, she was being fucked twice in quick succession... and, God help her, loving it! She bumped her ass and panted raspingly as she took thrust after thrust of Pepe's rapier prick, and she was raised once again to a state of quivering, throbbing passion.
The floor seemed to shake beneath her from the force of the young fellow's eager fucking. Or was it her own shameful thrashing and hunching that made it seem that way?
Pepe's hard loins spanked her plump buttocks, shimmying the lush rondures, and she heard the lurid slurping of his cock as it plunged into her liquid depths. She felt his balls swing against her furry tuft.
"Oooh, yessss ... yesssss ... yesssss ...!" she hissed pantingly while he rammed repeatedly into her hot cunt.
Then finally he was driving deep and spurting as he twitched, she got her second climax, spreading warmly and thrilling-ly through her ... leaving her even weaker than before as she slumped motionless and
Pepe pulled out.
"Quick!" Guillermo cried to his assistant in Spanish. "We will throw her into the cell with those bandits! Then Arturo will think it was they who took her cherry."
Not knowing what was going to happen next, and so woozy that she couldn't even think about it, Lizbeth felt herself being lifted onto rubbery legs and walked to the back door of the room. It opened to face a single large cell which contained several bearded, dirty men. Keys rattled, and the cell door creaked as Pepe pushed it open. But these sounds were quickly replaced by the lusty cries of the prisoners as Lizbeth was shoved into the cell among them.
"Enjoy yourselves, muchachos!" Guillermo said and, as Lizbeth turned to stare at him in shock, he tossed her panties at her.
The cell door clanked shut.
"NOOOOOOH!" she cried. "MY GOD! OOOOH, PLEEEEASE...!"
But Guillermo and Pepe withdrew to the front room of the station, leaving her in the cell with the filthy men who closed in on her...