Chapter 9
"Something bad is going to happen ... I just know it!" Roberta said to Mary Ellen as the former paced the floor of their room.
"Why do you say that?" the blonde 13-year-old replied, looking up from her chair.
"We haven't had a chance to talk with Miss Parsons since we got here," Roberta pointed out. "And they've kept us locked in this room."
"But that was so we wouldn't wander away and get lost, Arturo said."
"Yeah. He said that. But I don't trust the son of a bitch!"
"Roberta! What a way to talk! Anyhow, I thought you liked Arturo."
"I did at first. But now I think he's snakey! I wonder what he's done with Miss Parsons."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, don't be such a ninny! You know what men like that do with pretty women, don't you?"
"No," Mary Ellen said innocently.
"Well, they like to fuck them, that's what!"
"Roberta, quit talking nasty!" the younger girl replied as she blushed. "Anyway, what does it mean to ... to . .."
"To fuck?" Roberta chirped. "It means that the guy sticks his thing into your pussy. That's what a pussy is for, you twerp!"
"That must hurt!" Mary Ellen exclaimed.
"The first time it does, but then girls get to like it. At least, that's what my big sister says. And I guess it's true, or there wouldn't be so many girls shacking up with guys. Don't you know what's going on in the world?"
"I don't have a big sister."
"You don't have much sense, either!" Roberta snapped, and she walked to the sealed and barred window. "We've got to figure a way to get out of here."
"But that's silly. Where could we go? We can't get back to the United States by ourselves!"
"Ooh, can't we?" Roberta turned to face her friend, and there was a wise look in the 14-year-old's dark eyes. "That pilot who flew us here is a man, isn't he? The plane is back again ... we heard it land ... and that means the pilot is back, too. If I could just get to talk with him ..."
"Roberta, you're not really thinking about letting him ..."
"Fuck me? Don't be silly! I'll just flirt with him a little. Then I'll tell him how rich my mom and dad are. They would pay him plenty for flying us home ... more than Arturo pays him, I'll bet."
"But how can you get out of this room?"
"That's the problem," Roberta admitted, then exclaimed, "Shit!"
"Roberta, I never heard you talk so nasty before."
"That's because we were never in a spot like this together. I think it's made me grow up."
A key rattled in the lock of the door, and the door opened. Arturo stood there.
"Well, and how are my two little darlings getting along?" he asked, smiling warmly.
"Not very good!" Roberta replied, walking up to him. "We want to get out of this room!"
"That can be arranged," Arturo replied smoothly. "In fact, that's why I'm here. Roberta, you're going to come with me. How would you like to go downstairs and watch television for awhile?"
"TV?" Do you have that here?" she asked brightly.
"Of course."
"What about me, Senor Reyes?" Mary Ellen inquired. "Can't I watch television, too?"
"Later. Right now, your teacher wants to have a talk with you."
"I want to see Miss Parsons, also," Roberta said.
"You will. But first she and Mary Ellen are going to have a little chat alone."
"Just what's going on around here, Arturo?" the pert brunette asked suspiciously.
"Nothing bad!" Arturo said. "We're all having fun."
He took Roberta by the arm and guided her to the door.
"You teacher will be in to see you in a few minutes," he told Mary Ellen as he ushered the other girl out. He locked the door after them.
"I have a cozy little den downstairs for TV viewing," he said, leading Roberta by the arm.
"That's nice." She glanced up at him ap-praisingly.
"You're quite a young lady," he remarked, eyeing the slight jiggle of her adolescent boobies as they descended the stairs.
"I'll bet you like my teacher better," Roberta replied, trying to test him.
"She's a beautiful woman, of course. But youth has its special appeal."
"Yeah? You mean you'd like to make it with me, Arturo?"
He seemed taken aback by her forwardness. "Well, let's not think about that right now."
He ushered her into the den and followed, shutting the door.
"Turn the TV on," he said, pointing to the large color console.
"Is it all in Spanish?"
"Yes. But you can follow the shows pretty well if you try. You'll be wanting to learn Spanish, anyway."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Let's just say it will be good for you to know it."
She hesitated. "Arturo?"
"Yes?"
"Rather than watching TV, I think I'd like to take a walk outside."
"But it's dark now."
"So what? I love the moon! And the Mexican moon is supposed to be romantic, isn't it?"
"Say, you do have grown-up ideas!" Arturo seemed amused ... but interested, also.
"Let's just walk outside for a little while. Please!"
"Well.. /'
Roberta turned to the door, and the man followed. She found her way to the front of the house and felt a sense of exhilaration as she stepped out into the moonlight. Arturo was right behind her, however, so she didn't really feel free. Not yet.
"My, that moon is huge!" she said, looking up. "And the sky is so clear. I can see a zillion stars!"
"At least."^
The precocious girl's mind was working as she chattered inanely. Strolling with apparent casualness, she led Arturo away from the sprawling stucco house with its brightly lit windows.
She reached the edge of the lawn and stepped onto the dirt.
"I think we had better go back now," Ar-turo said.
"Oh, must we?" Roberta replied. "It's so pretty out here!"
She bent and, in what appeared to be an idle gesture, picked up a handful of loose earth. Rising quickly, she flung the dirt into Arturo's face.
He cursed in Spanish and swiped at his burning eyes, temporarily blinded. Roberta ran. The area was strewn with cactus bushes, and she crouched behind one, breathing hard.
When the man could see again, he looked around for her. Unable to spot her, he called, "All right, you young pitta! Stay out here until you get scared and hungry. Then you'll come back to the house."
He turned and stomped angrily back to the hacienda.
Roberta had achieved her purpose. She was outside, alone. Far from being frightened, she thrilled to the hope that she would be able to get away.
She saw the dark shape of the airplane parked on the nearby landing strip.
I'll go and hide in it, she thought. The pilot may be out to check on it tonight. If he doesn't come, I'll just wait until morning. He'll surely be out then. They always have to fuss with planes, checking them over for the next flight
After glancing about to make certain that Arturo had not re-emerged from the house, she left her temporary hiding place and hurried toward the aircraft. Its door was open, she noted as she approached, and that was good. Now, if she could just climb up into it somehow!
She stopped and heard something:
Voices, speaking softly, came from inside the plane. A man and woman were in there ... in the dark. What were they doing?
Roberta smiled to herself, because she thought she knew what they were up to. But they didn't seem to be doing anything yet, or else they already had done it, because they were just talking.
She couldn't make out the Spanish words, of course, but she drew a conclusion from the tone of the voices: The man was pleading, and the girl was giving him short, negative answers. No meant the same in Spanish and English.
Roberta took a big chance:
"Hey!" she called, just loudly enough to be heard in the plane but not beyond.
The moonlight suddenly revealed a male figure in the plane's doorway. He was the pilot, and he wore a white shirt and trousers; his hair was mussed. Obviously surprised to see Roberta standing there, looking up at him, he said something to her in Spanish.
"Don't you speak any English?" she asked urgently.
"Momento," he said, and withdrew.
A Mexican girl appeared, her hair also mussed, and her blouse pulled askew. "What do you want, little girl?" she asked.
"To talk to the pilot."
"Good! You can have him. He is just a jerk, anyway, telling me he will show me the airplane, then trying to get funny!"
She jumped and her wide skirt ballooned uw. Roberta saw her panties. She yelled up at the pilot in Spanish, and he reluctantly hopped down.
"Tell him I want him to fly me away from here," she said. "My mother and father are rich. They will pay him a thousand dollars... maybe more!"
The Mexican girl turned to the pilot and translated.
He snapped something back to her in Spanish, and she told Roberta:
"He cannot take you away. The patrdn would have his balls! Me, I'm getting out of here."
"Wait!" Roberta said as the girl started to leave. "Where do you live?"
"My folks and I are staying at the next rancho with my aunt and uncle. We are on vacation from Los Angeles. I came over after I saw the airplane land. I was curious to look at it, but this ... this cabron told me to come back after dark. I should have known that all he wanted was to make out!"
"Let me go home with you!" Roberta pleaded. "Your folks can take me back to the U.S. I will pay them! I mean, my parents will."
"Well, I don't know."
The Mexican girl spoke quickly to the pilot in Spanish, and he replied in a firm tone.
"It's no good," she told Roberta. "We would all get in trouble. Actios?' The girl lifted her skirt and ran acorss the moonlit field.
The pilot muttered a curse as he watched her go. Roberta turned to him:
"Please take me away! Ooh, don't you speak any English at all?"
He gazed at her in the dimness, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. Roberta was startled at first, then frightened. She even struggled. But as the pilot kissed her excitedly around the neck, holding her squirming, young body tightly against him, she experienced two new responses:
First, she began to hope that she might yet persuade him to take her away ... and, for the first time in her young life, she knew what it was like to be squeezed and kissed lustfully by a man!
Her knees felt a little weak, and she became warm all over. Her titties tingled against the pilot's chest.
"Querida. .. "he was murmuring, "eres tan bonita!"
Maybe if I let him fool around with me just a little . .. she thought.
"Let's get ... into the plane," she said, breathing hard, and pointed up at it.
"SI?" he asked, grinning. "Por supuesto!"
He let Roberta move toward the plane, then he held out his hand for her to step in, like a stirrup. As soon as she had done that, he grasped her by the opposite thigh and boosted, his hand sliding up and under her skirt. By the time the 14-year-old was scrambling into the plane's cabin, the pilot's hand pressed her nylon-sheathed bottom. She felt funny ... both afraid and excited.
The pilot pulled himself up into the plane, and they dropped into a pair of seats. It was quite dim inside the plane, but they could see well enough. The pilot turned Roberta and drew her against him with one arm while his other hand shot up between her parted thighs. Startled, she tried to push his hand down. But he was insistent. Momentarily she felt him pinching and petting her warm pussy through her nylon pants.
It was as if an electric jolt traveled through her, from her crotch to her brain, lightning-fast. She couldn't think. Everything got fuzzy. She felt the pilot forcing her dainty lips apart with his firmly insistent ones, and then his tongue was pushing into her mouth!
Roberta squirmed. She made a feeble effort to push the man away, but her arms seemed as limp as spaghetti. He wiggled a finger under her panties and tickled the fluff which lined her slit.
Oh, my goodness! she thought. He's going too far! He's going to stick his finger IN me!
She didn't dare scream. She wasn't sure she had the voice for it, anyway, even if she could have gotten her mouth free. She feebly struggled, but his arm held her fast.
His lewd fingertip shallowly traced her dew-kist, tingly slit.
Intent upon what he was doing down there, he lessened his grip around her. Summoning up all her strength, Roberta managed to squirm free, then use both hands to push his hand out from between her thighs before he did any damage.
He was breathing hard and murmuring soft, husky-voiced words in Spanish. He began to pull up her stretchy blouse. Deciding it was safer to let him play with her titties than for him to fool around between her legs, Roberta didn't fight. He quickly got her blouse up around her neck and unfastened her light bra, pulling it up, as well.
Her teenaged tits quivered into view-perfect, pointed hillocks which were very pale with delicate rosy nipples.
The eager male passed his hand across the firm little mounds, shaking them and thrilling her as he brushed her stiff nipples. Groaning, he dove at her front. She felt his wet mouth encircle a titty crest, then thrilled even stronger as he began to suck. His abrasive tongue stroked her nipple while his lips drew ardently at it, and her brain seemed to spin around.
He switched to her other titty and sucked that one while he fondled the first.
Oh, I feel so funny! she thought. J almost want him to go on and do EVERYTHING! But I musn't let him!
And how am I going to get him to take me away when I can't say a word that he can understand! Oh, this is awful! What a fix I'm in!
Her fix quickly became even worse as the pilot swung out of his seat and dropped to his knees in front of her. He pushed her skirt up to her lap and fumbled for a hold on her panties as she struggled, again in fear.
He managed to curl his fingers around the elastic band at the top of her bikini briefs, and he pulled her panties down, whipping them out from under her bottom and dragging them along her legs. She kicked, but he got the pants off her.
This is really terrible! Now I've got no protection! she thought.
But it didn't turn out to be as bad as she had feared, because instead of trying to push his body, or even his finger, up between her legs, the man boosted her girlish limbs onto his shoulders ... and he pressed his head deep between her thighs.
Goodness! Roberta thought. He's going to EAT me down there!
That was exactly what the lascivious Mexican had in mind, for his tongue was sticking out when his face socked against the 14-year-old's soft crotch, and she thrilled when she felt him begin to lick her hot pussy! After the first ecstatic touch, there was no more fight in her, and she lay back. She even parted her legs wider, bending them so that her knee-socks rested against his shoulders and her ankles were crossed behind his head.
Blast after blast of hotly throbbing sensation streaked through her as the man wiggled her damp, soft pussyflesh with his stroking tongue . .. licking shallowly between the lips ... and finally touching the tip of her tiny clit directly.
Roberta yelped. Her bottom bounced up and down in her chair. Her taut titties jiggled.
The man's tongue kept skidding off her hottest point, but kept returning, and pretty soon Roberta felt as if she would explode- The strangest force was building up inside her, drawing her nerves as tight as the string on a bow.
"Oooh ... oooh ... please ... noooh ... ooh, wowimow!" she panted.
Something gave way inside her, bathing her in warmth, but the man hadn't gotten inside her pussy at all ... except with his tongue and just a little ways, mostly on her hot little tip. But she felt wonderfully relaxed and satisfied.
The pilot raised his bleary face, then scrambled into the seat beside her. He clawed at the front of his pants, and when Roberta got her eyes back into focus, she found herself staring at his cock ... sticking up big and hard from his open trousers.
Though she had never seen a cock before, she had heard about them, and that had to be what this long, bony thing with the knob at its end was.
She stared at it, breathing hard, as the pilot held it with a thumb and finger curled around its base and swayed the horny object to and fro.
He said something in Spanish, pointing at it with his other hand. Roberta didn't understand what he wanted. He made clear his desire by grasping her around the back of her brunette head and forcing her to bow toward his lap.
Oh my God, NO! she thought. He wants me to...
The bald knob of his cock bumped against her closed lips, and he twisted her head while twisting his organ at the same time. It was as if he were trying to screw a cap onto a bottle.
No! she thought. I won't do it!
But her lips were already being pried apart, and the pressure was now against her teeth. Her jaws couldn't hold. Or was it that she just didn't have the strength to resist the man's will? At any rate, her mouth helplessly popped open, and the man's horny prick pushed inside.
Roberta's eyes widened as she felt his big knob in her mouth and his shaft holding her lips wide apart. She tasted him, and it was wild ... but not really bad, she had to admit. Kind of salty, was all.
She instinctively knew what was expected of her next, and she kind of wanted to do it anyway. She surprised herself as she began to suck the man's cock.
He released his hold on her head, which had hurt a little, and she felt better. She began to like what she was doing. There was something about having a man's big, hard thing sticking into her mouth that felt good! It pleased her tongue as she slurped up and down on it, and it tickled her lips as it stroked between them. She was even beginning to like the taste and smell of the big, horny prick!
She was stroking her mouth really rapidly up and down on the pilot's hard cock by that time, and she was getting excited all over again. He was very excited, also. She could tell by the way he was squirming and groaning.
Then suddenly his dick twitched between her lips, and an even greater hardness seemed to come into the shaft. His bulb swelled against her stroking tongue.
"Ghhhaaagh!" Roberta said, nearly strangling as something spurted from the man's prick and splashed right into her throat. She was forced to gulp the slippery substance down.
She tried to raise her head, but he grasped it, holding her in place, and all she managed was to lift sufficiently so that his next blast struck her tongue instead of spurting directly into her throat. That gave her a better taste of the stuff ... which didn't really have, much taste at all. But it certainly felt gooey. The young girl was forced to swallow his second blast, as well, and she wondered if the stuff would hurt her.
She swallowed two or three more spurts before the pilot was through, and she raised her head, feeling really funny and ashamed, because of the way he had treated her. Her eyes were watering, and her throat was a bit sore, but otherwise she seemed all right. If the stuff she had swallowed was poison, it hadn't killed her yet!
"That was nasty!" she said, working her lips as she gazed at the man.
But he obviously didn't understand her, and he seemed well pleased with everything that had happened.
Thinking back, Roberta had to admit he had pleased her, also.
She picked her panties off the floor of the plane and got into them, pulling them up. Then she waited to see what the pilot would do: Would he fly her away from the place?
He answered the question by lifting her out of her seat, walking her to the door, and swinging her outside. He held her by the arms and lowered her to the ground. Then he hopped down and swung the door of the airplane shut.
"Adios, chica!" he said and, giving a little wave, took off toward one of the outbuildings where Roberta supposed that he stayed.
All that she could do was to walk disconsolately back to the house, a wiser and somewhat sadder girl.