Chapter 7
We settled in a small town near the sea, a truly magnificent spot. I asked Patrica if she had ever been there before; San Pablo, the joint was called. She said no, that she had heard about it from some friends who had stayed there.
She also showed me identification that listed her age at eighteen, so I felt relaxed all the way around. I had money, a chick, and a good place to sleep. I was happy.
We rented a good-sized house, about seven room, for a pittance. I got up early in the morning and spent the first day swimming and lolling around the deserted beach. Patrica came down in the afternoon, wearing a bikini. She was a knockout, and as soon as she had deposited herself on the blanket, I reached for her.
"Oh, you satyr!" she squealed, but she didn't stop me from unfastening the bikini top and pulling it off.
"Been waiting for you all day," I said as her fingers crept inside my suit.
I kissed her tits, sucking each nipple in turn, and soon she was panting, her motor running on all cylinders. She was a hot little piece, twice as good as her sister. She seemed to revel in her own sensations, the emotions I aroused.
"Mmmmmmm, I missed you when I woke up and you weren't next to me," she murmured. "I wanted to fuck...."
"We can take care of that right here," I said.
"Oh, no! Somebody might see!"
"Only if they look...."
I got her panties off and then peeled my suit down my legs. That furry snatch of hers looked so juicy and warm! I worked a couple fingers into it and kissed her again, sucking at her tongue as I finger fucked her.
"That's too hard," she moaned, but I didn't let up. I slipped still another finger into her, and she twisted, the pain growing. I had half my hand up her cunt, and she was willing to take it, pain and all. Like I said, she was a hot piece, voracious.
"Shit, baby!" I gasped. "You're somethin' else!"
She grinned, the pain easing. Her body tensed, and I realized she was coming. I fucked my fingers through her, feeling the wetness of her pussy. We hadn't made it the day before, falling out in bed after we arrived and rented the house. And Patrica couldn't stand to go that long without some affection....
"Ohhhhh, Paul!" she gasped. "This is wild! The sun feels so hot! And it's blinding!"
She was on her back, staring straight up into the sky. I climbed atop her and found her cunt with my fingers, guiding my prick into position. I realized then that I was horny, too. My cock seemed ready to burst. I slid the head of it into her, and her body jerked, her hips thrusting up at me. The whole of my dick jammed into her, and her legs clamped about my back.
"Oooooooo, yessssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me! This is marvelous! I love you! Fuck me good, Paul! Really do it to me!"
That's what I had in mind, and that's what I did. I just eased my cock through her, enjoying the feel of her softness and the heat of the sun on my back. It was as if I were in heaven, my own heaven on earth.
"Come in me!" she groaned finally. "Please come...."
I unloaded an enormous orgasm that seemed to last forever. She bit down hard on the muscles of my shoulder, her cunt sliding over my dick, her legs spread wide. Strange, guttural sounds issued from her lips, and altogether it was a fine fuck. When the last of my orgasm had spurted into her, she relaxed on the towel, her thighs still holding me tight.
"That was wonderful," she whispered. "I loved it. You fuck so good, Paul. It's unbelievable what you do to me! Where did you learn all that?"
"My aunt taught me," I said. She laughed, disbelieving. "Did your aunt show you how to eat pussy, too?" she teased. "You do that good, too, you know...."
"Yes, she did. She was very experienced." Patrica just gazed at me, not knowing quite what to believe. I was so freaky in her eyes that nothing I claimed to have done seemed ridiculous.
"All right, then," she purred, pushing my head downward. "Show me again how well your aunt taught you...."
What a bitch she was! A real she-wolf! I laughed, but I let her slide out from under me, so that my mouth was right where she wanted it.
"Turn over," I ordered, and she flipped over onto her stomach.
I lifted her belly off the towel, spreading her legs so that her cunt gaped open. She had a nice ass, pert and well formed. Her rump stuck up in the air as I brought my mouth close to her pussy. The smell was strong, musky. I heard her gasping for breath, and I was soon as hot as she. It seemed that every time I took her a new way, it was a new experience, the intensity overwhelming.
"Mmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh!" she murmured, wriggling her ass as I shot my tongue into her vagina. "Jesus, that feels good! Oooooo! Wow!" I bent my head back and came in low, sucking her clit between my lips and bathing it with my tongue. At the same time, I found her asshole with my finger. Ever since I had taken Marcia from the rear, I had dug anal intercourse. I had done it with Jan, but I hadn't told Patrica. Jan hadn't liked it; she said it hurt too much, and that was when I started turning off to Jan. She was too inhibited, too uptight.
"Ohhh, what are you doing back there?" I heard Patrica moan. But she didn't sound as if she minded it at all. In fact, she began worming her ass over my finger, taking more of it into her.
"Yeahhhh, that's it, baby!" I grunted. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Go ahead! Let it come!"
She climaxed, and I fucked my finger into her ass as I nibbled her clit. Her body began to shudder, her skin slick with sweat. I pulled my mouth away and got to my knees.
"Right now," I groaned as I worked my cock into her anus. "Right now, baby!"
"Yes yes!" she cried. I could tell she was hurting, but I was damned if I was gonna let up. Her ass was tight as hell, and it felt wonderful. It even hurt me some! But when I had gotten all of it into her and managed a few strokes, it was delicious. She was on her hands and knees by that point, and we rutted like animals.
"Gonna give it to you now!" I shouted above what seemed like a deafening roar, as if the ocean had pounded down upon us. "Gonna get it off now!"
"Oh! Paul...."
I came, feeling as if I would black out. She didn't make a sound at first, but after the initial spurts she began jabbering like a hyena, unintelligible sounds cascading out of her. When we were through, I fell off her and dozed off. She woke me by taking my dick between her teeth and biting down gently. My cock had swelled in her mouth. I lay there, eyes closed against the sun, as she sucked me off. She did it just like I showed her, her fingers caressing my balls as I came in her mouth.
"That's enough for now," I said, struggling to my feet. "I'm going into that beautiful, green water...."
The sea was lovely, the cool water refreshing. That night, Patrica suggested we go into the center of the village and buy some grass. We got some from a sleazy-looking young cat, then retired to our chambers. We got high, climbed into bed, and prepared to fuck the night away.
That was when all hell broke loose.
I heard someone at the front door, and then there were heavy footsteps across the living room floor. The bedroom door burst open, and cops spilled into the room.
"There they are!" one said, and another dragged me out of bed onto the floor, clubbing me across the back of the head to keep me down. "Get her out of here!" the same voice ordered.
When I woke up, I was in jail. The guards refused to tell me what was happening. The jail was large, and I guessed I was no longer in San Pablo.
"Where the hell am I!" I screamed at the guards. "You can't do this to me! I want a lawyer! I want...."
The two of them came barging into the cell, swinging a piece of hard rubber hose wrapped in cloth. They must've picked up a few tricks from American cops, or vice-versa. I spent two days alone in the cell, without food or water. On the morning of the third day, the guards gave me some food, a small amount. And then a man, an American in a gray suit, came into the jail. He muttered something to the guards, and they opened the cell.
"Hello, Paul," the man said. I'm Patrica's father...."
I just sat there staring at him, wondering whether I was dreaming.
"I had you locked up in here," he said, his voice strong and stern. "And I've considered keeping you here. I could do that, you know. I have some very powerful friends down here...."
"You knew Patrica and I came here?" I said, trying to piece together the story.
"Of course," he said smugly. "She always brings her boys here. She likes it here. I've forbidden her, but she ignores me. But that's another matter. The fact is, you've abducted a minor."
"What! She's eighteen! She showed me proof!"
"She's sixteen, and those papers she showed you were forged by an earlier acquaintance. You shouldn't have trusted her, you know...."
Well, things went from bad to worse. I went to court, and they assigned me a lawyer who couldn't speak English. He pleaded guilty, not bothering to inform me of the charges. I learned that Patrica's father had dropped formal charges, but I was accused by the court of being a public nuisance or some such idiocy. They sentenced me to thirty days, then shipped me back to the jail. But this time they shoved me into a large cell filled with other prisoners.
I spent thirty days in hell, man, and I'll never forget it. It started the first night....
"Americano, Si?" this burly Mexican asked me.
"Si...." I answered.
With that, the others started dancing around me, laughing, ranting like maniacs. The burly one, Jose, they called him, came closer. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.
"You good to me, Americano, I no let the others hurt you," he said, grinning, his rotted teeth yellow in the faint light of the cell. "Comprende?"
Man, I was sweating bricks. I was never so scared in all my life. But I didn't want to submit to them. I screamed for the guards, and one came.
"I got to get out of here!" I yelled. He grinned. A few moments later, a lieutenant came into the block. "Lieutenant, I'm in trouble!" I said.
And then Patrica's old man came in right behind the lieutenant. He wore that smug smile, and he carried a briefcase. It was obvious he was departing charming Mexico.
"I just wanted to inform you that I let you off easy," he said. "I convinced the judge to detain you here for a month. That should cool you off...."
"Listen, I don't know what you have against me, but I've got to get out of this cell. The joint is filled with madmen. I can't stand it. This guy Jose is a faggot and crazy...."
He turned his back on me, whispering to the lieutenant, who looked past me toward Jose. Then they both laughed. The old man came back to the edge of the cell and grinned.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it," he said, not sounding at all sorry. "This is the best I can do for you. Have a pleasant stay...."
I reached out, clawing at him, and I got a finger in his eye. He screamed, backing away, and the lieutenant opened the cell and cracked me across the face with his club. He gave me a few extra raps, then left.
"You see, Jose is your only friend," the Mexican said to me when I had retrieved my senses. "Now you do as he says....
Again, that prick of his popped out, and I looked around the cell; the rest of them gazed on like savages, their faces intent, merciless. I crawled forward on my hands and knees and took Jose's dick between my lips. I stifled an impulse to bite the sucker off at the root.
"Ummmmm, that's right," Jose moaned as I sucked him. "That fine...."
He came in my mouth, and I nearly choked, fighting back the nausea. Then he motioned to his cronies and they descended on me like vultures. They tore my clothes off and spread me on my stomach. Then Jose shoved that dick of his up my ass.
I screamed my lungs out, but no one heard. If they did, they didn't care. The Mexicans held me down while Jose had his fun, and when he came again, I retched. I puked my guts out on the dirt floor of that cell.
Well, for a week, they had their way with me. And then they left me alone, concentrating on a new boy who had been thrown into the cell. I spent the next three weeks hiding from them, trying to keep out of their way and as inconspicuous as possible. I didn't manage to avoid them altogether, but it wasn't as bad as the first week.
"All right, you!" a guard shouted to me one day, and I damn near ran out of that cell when he unlocked the door. "Go away. Never come back," he said to me when they gave me my wallet.
I didn't plan on returning. And as I climbed onto a rickety bus that would take me to the border, I felt a hatred well up in me that seemed ready to consume me.
I would have vengeance; of that I was certain....