Chapter 8
The winter camp of the turtle hunter banditos was a collection of eight small adobes in a semi-circle facing a 250 foot-high solid limestone wall. Deserted now, except for three Mexican women, it had a peacefulness about it - the same quiet feeling of security as an unexpected oasis in the middle of a burning desert.
Although the light was rapidly fading, Carolyn could see a little waterfall that seemingly leapt right out of the rock, about 50 feet up the sheer face of the limestone wall. It fell, silvery and shining, to splash into a small shallow pool about twenty feet across at the base of the cliff.
One of the Mexican women, a young girl about twenty, with waist-length black hair falling down across breasts that proudly swelled beneath the thin white peasant blouse, shouted happily and pointed as the party came in sight of the adobes. "Joaquin, querida," she laughed and began running toward them. As she ran, the floral printed skirt swirled up around her hips, revealing long golden brown tapered legs and supple well-tanned thighs. It was obvious that she wore no undergarments at all ... no bra, no panties.
Laughing merrily, she leapt at Joaquin, who caught her in mid-air and swung her around. A sudden jab of jealousy and envy shot through Carolyn as the girl began raining kisses over Joaquin's face and neck. "I have missed you," she said. "You must not leave me alone for so long ever again."
"I have missed you also, Carmencita," he answered gravely. "Have Diego and Carlos and Paco returned yet?"
"No, you are the first." She released her hold around his neck and slid to the ground, looking quizzically at the three American women encased in burlap sacks. Her nose turned up. 'They smell like dead turtles," she said.
Joaquin threw back his head and laughed. "Get Maria and Dona Louisa to help you. Strip the gringas and make them wash. Do not return their clothes; they are to remain naked. They will assist Dona Louisa in cooking. If they become argumentative, or attack you, or try to escape, you have my permission to kill them. Now go. Take them with you."
Carmencita stood, hands on hips, as Joaquin turned away. She carefully inspected the faces of the three American women and shook her head sadly. "Such beasts! Your hair is not combed, you smell like rotting fish. I have heard it said that gringas are sloppy pigs not fit to be called women, but even I had not believed anyone could be so unkempt. Come with me."
Jean, who had fallen frequently during the afternoon and had almost fainted several times from the heat, abruptly lost her composure at this unkind indictment of her femaleness. She simply closed her eyes and sank, weeping, to the sand. Carolyn and Margaret, their hands and arms still imprisoned in the burlap sacks, could do nothing to help her.
Carmencita walked over to the sobbing girl. "Get up," she ordered. "At once!"
Jean's will to resist had long since been broken; she made a futile effort to regain her feet, but succeeded only in toppling over sideways. Carmencita, a sudden look of black anger on her face, kicked the huddled figure in the kidneys. "Get up," she hissed, "or I shall take my knife and put it between your fat ribs."
Margaret could take no more of this barbarity. "Stop it," she said, her authoritative voice cold with fury. "Are you incapable of seeing that she cannot regain her feet by herself. Remove the sack and she will get up."
Carmencita's eyes narrowed and glinted maliciously as she turned her baleful gaze upon Margaret. "You presume to question my authority?" she asked quietly, her voice threatening.
A bully is a bully, whether it be male or female, Margaret thought. As long as Carmencita had power over them, she would bully them. It was best to accept it ... to fight was not only a waste of time but dangerous as well. "I do not question your authority, but the woman is ill," she said, her voice full of humbleness that she did not feel.
The Mexican girl stared at her face, as if attempting to ascertain her sincerity, then nodded apparently satisfied. She reached down and helped Jean to her feet. "Come," she ordered. "We go to the pool."
The girl walked ahead of the three stumbling figures, leading them toward the waterfall. As she passed the largest adobe, she yelled, "Dona Louisa, Maria! Come, we have work to do."
The woman referred to as "Dona Louisa" came out into the twilight wiping her hands on her long black skirt. She was the fattest woman Margaret had seen in years, really huge, weighing at least 225 pounds. In spite of her heftiness, she walked with a light grace that went with her serene, beautiful face. It was difficult to estimate her age, but Margaret felt she must be around 35. Dona Louisa stared at the bound women, then inclined her head respectfully toward Margaret.
This acknowledgment of the visible aura of power being exuded by the female judge obviously unnerved Carmencita. For the first time she looked a trifle uncertain, an uncertainty that quickly evaporated when Maria - a solemn little 17-year-old joined the group. Maria carried a nude sleeping infant boy on her hips. "Come," Carmencita ordered, and once again began leading the way toward the pool.
Carolyn almost wept with relief as the coarse burlap sack was cut loose. When the men had overpowered her, she had been lying with her bra unfastened in order to get an even tan on her back. The bra had been left in the sand, and since then the rough texture of the sacking had been chafing against her bare breasts to the point where it was so painful that she wanted to scream with each step she was forced to take. The burlap sacking fell in a heap at her feet, and she stepped out of it. She had started toward the pool when Carmencita said, "Your panties, as well." The girl hesitated only a second. She had taken communal showers with others girls at school, so it was no big thing for her, and probably wouldn't be for Jean Pepper either. But poor Mother, she thought, as she kicked away the bottom of her bathing suit.
At that very moment, Margaret was exerting a tremendous amount of will power to do as she was ordered. No one had ever seen her completely nude . . . except, of course, John; and even he had not glimpsed complete nudity very often or for a long time. She sighed deeply, knowing she must go through with this whole horrible ordeal because of Carolyn. Her daughter was all that mattered. This was all her own, Margaret's, fault. It had been she who insisted on coming with the expedition even though she knew her husband did not want wife and daughter under foot. It had been she who forced the issue when John had tried to send them back to Ensenada. No, she must protect Carolyn at any cost! And so thinking, she quickly removed her bulky dress and panties, then unfastened and dropped the bra. She stood upright and Dona Louisa gently nodded her head as if the two of them shared a secret. Carmencita was staring at her lush, aristocratic appearing figure as if incapable of believing that this tall, curvaceous, incredibly endowed beauty was the same person as the dumpy woman she had seen earlier. Even Carolyn was staring in awe at her mother's unveiled body. Blushing furiously, Margaret walked into the pool and squatted in the water. As she felt the delicious coolness swirling about her legs and thighs, she forgot all else.
The three American women did not speak to each other, all were using this magic moment to relieve the aching feet and abrasions. Jean and Margaret both had forced out of their minds the obscene indignities inflicted upon them while aboard the boat. Margaret had no illusions as to what was going to happen to her once the rest of the men returned to camp. She was going to be raped repeatedly, and she must put up with it if Carolyn were to remain unmolested. It was a small price to pay for her daughter's safety. All she could hope for was that they would not hurt her too much. Already she was building a mental wall, a wall that could not be breached no matter what they did to her.
During the struggle of her capture and the rape of her mouth when the men had their hands entangled in her hair, Margaret had lost several of the large brown hairpins which were used to keep her long auburn hair in a tight severe bun. Now she tried to pin her hair back up again, but it was a hopeless task so she merely removed the rest of the pins and let her long tresses fall in a gentle wave across her milk white breasts.
She heard a sudden splash next to her and looked up startled as she saw the banditos.
She had been so engrossed in her own introspection that it came as a sudden shock to realize the men and Joaquin had returned and were stripping in order to clean themselves.
"Come," Carmencita ordered. "Out of the pool; you have been in long enough."
Margaret took a deep breath, steeling herself, then stood.
"Mother of God," Diego breathed, "look at the gringa!" He stared in open-mouthed wonder at Margaret's full, upthrust breasts which her long flowing hair could not hide, at her full ripe flanks which curved deliciously around the supple white buttocks, at the majestic thighs and long tapered legs ... at the bountiful profusion of red pubic hair which shone with a hundred little diamonds as the water dripped from her taut belly.
"Never have I seen such a woman before," Carlos said reverently, frozen in the act of unbuttoning his shirt.
Joaquin's glance flickered toward Margaret, his eyes widened appreciatively, but then he returned his full attention to the woman's blonde daughter. Her breasts were not so full, but perfect nonetheless. Her buttocks looked just a bit softer than the mother's and had not yet the full blossom of maturity; they would feel warm and soft beneath his hands. The mother radiated an aura of sensuality that would drive men mad for desire of her, but the daughter radiated something else - an impatient innocence, the growing to young womanhood that brought on the need of a man! And he knew that the daughter, if she were broken in properly, would be the more passionate of the two.
Margaret patiently bore the scrutiny, feeling degraded already. She tried not to look at them, but she was surrounded by the men. Their pricks had started growing at once, bursting forth like primeval monsters crawling evilly from their lairs as they scented warm female prey.
Diego moved in close to her and his hand came up and caressed her breast; he was surprisingly gentle. Margaret shivered like a high-bred animal unused to the touch of the human hand. His long throbbing cock brushed against her thigh as he used both hands to gently trace the outlines of her hips and belly.
"Enough," Joaquin said.
Diego spun, protesting, a look of rebellion on his swarthy face. "I want the gringa," he said.
"And you shall have her. But first, would it not be better to have her and this one here," he jerked his head toward Jean, "wear the penas until after we have eaten? Would she not please you more that way?"
Diego looked doubtful, but when Carlos and Paco both nodded their heads enthusiastically, he finally acceded.
"Good," Joaquin said, "Maria fetch them." The girl darted away, and the leader turned to the two American women. "During the Spring the males are gone from camp for two weeks at a time. The day before we are to return, our women wear the penas, so they will be ready for us. The pena is the same as my brother here." He grabbed his thick prick and shook it at them. "It is made of hard rubber and has been used by our people for over two hundred years." He paused, smiling cruelly, as Margaret seemed to shrink away from him. Maria returned bearing the two penas. Joaquin took them from her. He weighed them, one in the palm of each hand. Each rubber prick was six inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter; it was knobbed, just as a male's penis is. At the base of each was a wide leather strap which went between the legs and kept the pena inside the vagina. The strap itself was kept tight by leather thongs that were tied around the waist.
Joaquin said, "You may put them in yourselves, or one of the men will be happy to do it for you." He held out his right hand to Margaret who, shuddering in revulsion, took it.
Carolyn was having difficulty in believing what she was hearing. Surely this must be some kind of joke they were playing on her mother and Jean. They couldn't expect a woman to wear one of those inside her ... and yet, as the thought hit her, she also knew that if she tried walking around with one of the penas deep inside her vagina that she would go insane in twenty minutes unless a man fucked her. She watched as Jean Pepper, blushing furiously, took her pena and squatted. Carolyn saw the secretary use her fingers to part the pink, softly pouting lips of her vagina and then the big rubbery head of the dildo was pressing against the cuntal opening. A moment later, Jean grimaced as the knob moved slowly up into the vaginal cavity. Carolyn watched, mesmerized, as the entire thick length of the artificial prick slowly sank into the warm fleshy depths. The most obscene thing of all, though, was the salacious expressions on the faces of the men who were waiting with bated breath, watching as Jean's nostrils flared, as she fought to keep the look of pleasure off her face. Carmencita pulled up the wide strap, then tied the thongs.
Margaret, feeling wave after wave of shame and humiliation rolling over her, closed her eyes in resignation and then began pushing her pena into her tight hair-lined slit. She gasped in pain when the big mushroomed head popped through the widely stretched elastic opening, and tears welled up in her eyes as the brutal insertion continued hurting her even after the pena was all the way in. She felt hands pulling up the crotch strap, could feel the edges of the strap pressing hard into her upper thighs and buttocks.
"Now you may all go," Joaquin said. "You are to help prepare our meal. If you try to remove the pena, you will be killed. Go." He turned, dropped his pants, and walked into the water.
The three American women followed Dona Louisa back to the kitchen. There really was not that much work to be done, as the fat woman had already prepared the meal. She gave Margaret the first kind word anyone had spoken to her since her capture. She pointed to the strap and said, "You will become used to it ... it will even be pleasant after a time." Then, as if remembering that these women - although prisoners - were guests in her house, she pulled down a bottle of clear liquid from the shelf. "Tequila," she said. "Drink some."
Margaret paused only a second. She needed a drink, and besides she did not want to offend this woman who seemed to be her only friend in camp. She tilted the bottle to her mouth and swallowed. The fiery liquor burned all the way down, and the woman judge choked and gasped in pain. Dona Louisa smiled in comradeship and held out half a lemon. "Now this." Margaret bit into the lemon as Jean choked on the tequila as well. The fat woman held out the bottle to Carolyn who shook her head and said, "No, gracias."
When the bottle was offered again to Margaret, she took it and this time - hoping it would deaden the pain between her legs and numb her senses - swallowed three huge gulps before relinquishing it. She knew she needed all the help she could get in order to go through this ordeal. Being forced to parade around nude with a dildo lodged far up in her belly was only the beginning.
There was no time for further conversation as Carmencita entered and announced that the men were ready to eat. Margaret and Carolyn were each given a steaming iron kettle and ladle and told to take it into the other room. There, the four men, seated on wooden boxes, were gathered around a wooden table on which three candles burned.
Margaret began ladling the beans into a bowl in front of Joaquin. She felt Diego's hand tracing the curve of her bare buttocks, then there was loud laughter as he bent forward and planted a kiss on a softly trembling cheek. When she moved to Carlos's plate, Paco ran his hands wonderingly over her belly. She stood there passively as he took both hands and cupped them around her left breast. "See, amigos, did I not tell you that her tits are larger than a man's two hands?" The proud beautiful woman silently submitted to it all, noticing no man laid a hand upon her daughter as the girl ladled out coffee.
Jean came in bearing a tray with bread. Her face was a bright red and as she walked she seemed to be taking peculiar mincing little steps. When she offered the bread to Joaquin, Carolyn noticed her stomach muscles rippling; it looked almost as if she were trying to suck in the dildo. Both Diego and Paco saw the movement and nudged each other in delight, but said nothing. When Carlos stood up alongside her and used his lips and teeth to nibble at the secretary's breast, Jean moaned loudly and lifted one shoulder as if offering him more. When she left the room for more bread, her tray was trembling as though she had been afflicted with palsy. Carlos watched her go, then said to Joaquin, "The gringa is ready. I, also, am ready. Con su permiso?"
Joaquin nodded toward the boy's plate. "You have not finished your food. With that one you will need all of your strength."
Carlos laughed and fondled his prick, which even now was beginning to swell beneath his trousers in anticipation of the joy in store for it. "My brother here has strength enough for both of us."
Margaret listened with downcast head and lowered eyes, knowing now that it was only a matter of minutes before she would have to submit to these inhuman vile beasts. She did not have even that long, for Diego had risen. "I, too, want my woman now." He reached out and grasped Margaret's wrist. Paco overturned his box as he stood in anger. "A moment, amigo. I do not recall giving you permission to take my woman to your bed."
Diego bent forward suddenly and picked up a knife from the table. "No permission is necessary. I spoke for the gringa long before you. She is mine."
"Enough," Joaquin bellowed. "We are all brothers here. You both may have her." He dug his hand into the bowl of steaming beans in front of him. "Odd or even to see who gets her first."
Margaret felt an overpowering sense of humiliation with the two men fighting over her like dogs snarling at each other for possession of one bone. A sudden exclamation of delight from Diego after he had counted the beans he had withdrawn from the bowl indicated he had won her. He grasped her hand again, turned to Paco, said good-naturedly, "You may watch. Perhaps you will learn something."
Margaret shuddered in spite of herself as she was pulled across the room. At the doorway she dug in her heels for a second, looking back at Joaquin and her daughter. "You promised none of your men would molest my daughter," she reminded him, and it was half plea, half threat.
"That is correct. None of my men shall touch her . . . providing you remain cooperative." He smiled through hooded eyes to indicate what he meant by "cooperation".
Margaret nodded, and said, "Thank you." Like a docile slave, she followed her master from the adobe. As she walked, she could feel the maddening scraping of the pena moving against the sensitive inner lips of her vagina. For the last ten minutes, it no longer had pained her, and the cuntal cavity not only had grown accustomed to its presence but had begun seeping out copious amounts of vaginal juices to make it ride in and out easier.
Diego threw open the door to his adobe, went in, and lit a candle. Margaret was nudged in after him by Paco who was right behind. Diego took a bottle of tequila from beside the bed and held it silently out to her. She took a deep drink, coughed, and gave it back to him. He handed the bottle to Paco and began unfastening the thongs to her pena. Then, grinning at her, he slowly reached up between her thighs, forcing them open slightly and tantalizingly pulled the artificial prick out.
In spite of all her resolve and the mental walls that she had constructed, Margaret shivered as she felt the hard rubber instrument leaving her body. She realized she had involuntarily sucked in her stomach muscles, intensifying the sensation of withdrawal. "Oh, please," she mentally prayed. "Don't let me be foolish. Let me retain some sort of dignity." The knowledge that she had actually felt pleasure down there was frightening to her . . . more frightening than the thought of what was about to happen.
Diego offered the bottle once more, and she took it willingly. She had drunk enough now that there was a spreading numbness in her stomach. That pleased her, for she didn't want to feel anything . . . especially not pleasure! When she handed the bottle back to Diego, he merely jerked his head toward the bed. Obediently, as if she had been doing this all her life, Margaret went over, lay down, and spread her knees apart.
Diego removed his clothes and now stood nude and muscular beside the bed. Paco, eyes bright with excitement, stared at them both, his impatience barely concealed. Never before had he seen such a proudly beautiful woman as this, and the thought of filling her aristocratic little belly with his lowly fisherman's sperm, of hearing her cry out beneath him, was almost more than he could stand. If he had not been so afraid of Joaquin, he would have taken her away by force from Diego - even if it meant a knife. Then, as he saw Diego slowly lick his lips he knew he was going to have to wait even longer - but there would be value in watching Diego pay homage to the proud woman's pussy. Oh, she would cry out so! She would writhe as though a thousand devils with pitched forks were inside her body, and it would all be very exciting for him to watch.
Diego finished the last of the tequila, never taking his eyes off the waiting gringa as he drank thoughtfully. Her breasts were rising and falling either in passion or fear; it mattered not the least to him if she was frightened, for she soon would be afire with passion. "Bend your knees more and raise them, woman," he ordered, and smiled in satisfaction as she obeyed.
Excited primitive emotions flashed like lightning across Diego's dark face as he saw the beautiful American woman's cunt revealed in all its glory before him. The pink moist slit had all the coloration of a Mazatlan sunset, and the warmly glistening pussy lips looked as soft and as billowy as a meringue atop a pie waiting to be eaten. And there, right in the middle of that warm inviting crevice, was the trembling opening to all of the hidden pleasures of her womb. To Diego's practiced eyes, it looked smaller than normal. The cunt would be tight, very tight! His hungry eyes feasted on the mouth-watering sight, and he thought to himself, we shall see just how hot we can get this beautiful American bitch before we fuck her. He sat down beside her, noting that her eyes were closed - that they remained closed as he began caressing her thighs, running his hands from ankle to crotch. Margaret quivered, and Diego noted with pleasure that she had goose-bumps all across her taut belly and that, even without touching them, her nipples had sprung to a brown erect life.
"It is beautiful, no?" Diego said to Paco, not taking his eyes off the woman.
"You talk too much," Paco replied. "Do what you must do and let me fuck her too!"
Margaret heard Diego laugh, then felt his weight shift on the bed. Now he was between her outspread thighs, and she knew he was about to begin his barbarous rape of her helpless body. Then, without warning, he was kissing her abdomen. The sudden wet contact of his hot lips sent a chill racing the length of her spine. She stiffened and heard his evil laughter once again. What was he doing? What could he have in mind? She felt his teeth nibbling at her belly button, then his tongue was tracing a hot pattern across her lower belly. She abruptly became aware of his forbidden perverted intentions and tried to sit up. Diego's powerful hand pressed down on her breasts and she was forced back against the mattress. Now his mouth moved boldly down from her navel to the "V" of her crotch, spreading the sable-like auburn fleece with his thumbs and flicking his tongue - like an ant-eater - into the warm, damp cuntal crevice.
Margaret jerked from the sudden electrifying contact with her almond-budded clitoris. She fought to close her legs, but Diego merely stuck his elbows between her thighs and forced them wider apart than ever. Spread-eagled and eyes open in horrified shame, as she saw Pace's feral expression of lust, Margaret struggled futilely against his bull-like strength. She could see him on elbows and knees, white teeth bared and grinning in victory up at her, as though he were some predatory animal stalking toward a sacrificial lamb tethered at a post. Without taking his eyes from hers, Diego bent his head and licked the crevice once. He laughed in delight as she jerked against his hold.
Then all amusement fled his dark-complexioned face as he looked down at the succulent feast awaiting him. The watermelon-colored moist flesh of her naked, defenseless pussy was there before his eyes, bringing the hot saliva boiling to his mouth. He licked his lips over again in anticipation, then placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, with thumbs resting on the soft fleshy portals of her cunt. Slowly, with an outward movement of his thumbs, he peeled the pinkly glistening lips apart to expose the deeper set of blood red inner cuntal lips. He watched it hungrily for a minute, as though he were starving, and then with a low moan of obscene hunger, dropped his head and buried the full-length of his long hot tongue into the slippery little mouth of her throbbing pussy.
Margaret shuddered, moaning entreaties from the depths of her soul. She ground her buttocks down hard into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape this salacious attack on her cunt. This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't! She had prepared herself for rape . . . for anything - but not this.
"Oh . . . please . . . nooooooo! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She whimpered in pleading supplication as his head rocked up and down greedily between her legs.
"No . . . noooooo . . ., Oh God! No!" and now it was a continual plea as her auburn-tressed head fell back onto the mattress and flailed from side to side as his hot hard tongue drove relentlessly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. She found herself holding her breath, flexing her thigh muscles, and stretching her toes until they were splayed out in protest. Margaret abruptly became aware that she was fighting not only him, but also the forbidden pleasure that his rapacious tongue was beginning to bring her body. She could feel everything down there - the scrape of his beard stubble against her soft sensitive thighs, his tongue, his teeth, his hot breath ... her own deeper muscles beginning to twitch in undisguised joy.
Paco kept watching the expression on the American woman's face. He knew Diego was getting to her. She was getting very hot, even though she seemed to be trying to hide it. Why did she not let herself go like all other women he knew? Was she ashamed of being a woman? He wanted to laugh at that thought. A female with a body like this afraid of being a hot-blooded woman. Oh, well. It mattered not. She was getting hot now in spite of her resistance. That was good. The hotter the better, because he wanted her hot when his own long hard cock rammed into her the first time.
As Diego swirled his tongue wilder and wilder up between her open thighs, he began to notice the tremendous amount of sweet, thick lubricating nectar that was flowing from the pulsating walls of the gringas cunt and that her pussy lips were beginning to move and nibble back softly like a feeding baby's mouth on its mother's tit. As his tongue and mouth worked lasciviously, he moved one hand up over the rippling whiteness of her belly and dug his fingernails harshly into her straining breast, bringing a low moan of pain from her before he began rolling the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He could tell by the way her pussy was twitching that her body was enjoying this ... and it was only a matter of moments before the proud bitch would be forced to admit it. Before this night was over, she would no longer be proud or haughty, she would be like any other hot blooded woman begging and whimpering to be fucked.
Paco began stripping off his clothes in preparation for his turn with the gringa. As he was removing his trousers, he decided to torment Diego. He walked up to the bed, gazed down at the slobbering turtle hunter, and said, "It seems the female does not respond sufficiently to your attentions. Perhaps you should let a real man have her."
Diego lifted his head from Margaret's cunt; his face was shining from his own saliva and her vaginal secretions. He grinned lewdly. "No response? No response! Hah, you are a burro. Watch this." He took his hands away from her breasts and pushed them under her wide-spread knees, lifting and pushing them up so that her kneecaps were pressed tightly against her full ripe tits. The entire naked plane of her luscious pussy was revealed in all its glory, as was her tight puckered little brown asshole. Chuckling, Diego used his hot, wet tongue to quiver and probe at the tiny rubbery anal ring.
This unexpected depraved assault on her anus caused Margaret to cringe and brought an undulating low moan of subjugation from her lips. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of Paco and his fully erect prick only inches away from her face. Diego's tongue continued to flicker in sweet torment around her tiny nether opening. Although she fought these new sensations, it was only a matter of seconds before her mouth opened laxly and her abdomen began rippling as the unwanted zephyrs of lust arced heatedly through her loins.
"Oh, dear God . . . please don't do that," she pled piteously, although the wanton actions of her body gave lie to her words. She yelped as Diego's thumb and forefinger found her clitoris and tantalizingly rolled it between them.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh, no."
Both Paco and Diego laughed at the reaction, and at her desperate attempt to screw her buttocks into the mattress in an effort to escape this anal ravishment. Suddenly, Diego pushed his face forward and his tongue - like a hot red little prick - sank wetly into the depths of her asshole.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh," she screeched, not a cry of pain, but one of denial at this feeling of forbidden rapture. Diego's tongue began thrusting in and out of the tight elastic little opening, worming its way deeper, ever deeper into the soft buttery depths. He could feel her sphincter muscles expanding and contracting with each thrust.
"Oooohhhh . . . ohhhhhHHHH!" She was whimpering now, the abject whimper of a person without decency begging for more, as she felt her body short-circuiting all nerve centers of morality, modesty, and self-control. Tiny little goose-bumps of erotic pleasure stalked their way across her heaving belly and quivering breasts. And, suddenly, her brain was no longer in command of her rebellious body. Her buttocks began jerking powerfully back toward the tiny spearing tongue tip, attempting to drive it even deeper into the forbidden opening. Wave after wave of spasmodic pleasure arced through her abdomen, and raw nerves that she had never before realized existed now began screaming for physical release.
The knowledge that for the first time in her life she had been deserted by her own body brought stinging tears of shame and humiliation springing to her eyes. She fought with all her will against admitting that what he was doing to her was pleasurable. Now everything - the walls she had built - crumbled, and spreading her thighs wider, her hands dropped to the young Mexican's curly hair, pulling his face in tighter up between them. She heard Paco's cruel, lewd laugh of ultimate victory, but it made no difference to her what either of these men thought of her now. Only one thing mattered . . . the hotly beautiful assault upon her loins must continue.
The betraying words boiled out of her lust constricted throat. "Ahhh . . . ahhh, don't stop!" That was the signal for the last vestiges of self-control to vaporize. Her shamelessly aroused body seemed to bend like a contortionist as she sought to culminate the act of unnatural lust. She began a wanton jerking movement up and down against his hot, wet, maddening tongue. Her fingers dug deeper into his hair as she tried to pull him further into the steaming cauldron of her cunt. With her complete submission, she forgot about the humiliation, forgot about her promises to herself, forgot morals and decency, forgot everything but the pleasure this Mexican bandit was bringing her.
Diego knew the second she surrendered completely to him, and immediately thrust his tongue deep into her throbbing pussy again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in impatient little circles up against his face. He watched expressions of lust and eagerness contort her face. She was his now . . . she would do anything he wanted.
And suddenly, he knew he had to ram his aching prick deep into that hot little belly of hers and fill her with a boiling flood of cum. Now, he had turned the beautifully aristocratic American woman into one who was like all the others, he gloated, just another hot little bitch who was crying to be fucked . . . and she would be fucked, fucked until she couldn't walk a straight line for a week. There would be nothing left for Paco when he was finished.
He pulled his mouth and tongue away from her now hungrily pulsating pussy lips and was rewarded with a low moan of distress from her:
"Oh, no ... please don't stop."
"Don't worry puta. Now I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Spread your legs."
Margaret found her brain and body in heated conflict. She wanted to fight him, to deny him the easy access to her body that he seemed to feel was his due, but even as she deliberated, her trembling legs were opening of their own will - as though they were in control of her body.
Less than a second later, Diego fell forward onto her and, at that moment, thrust his hips forward, driving his huge golden cudgel of muscle and gristle through her tight, but now unresisting little cuntal opening; the big, throbbing rod of hardened flesh raced into her belly like a brakeless elevator plunging into a heated shaft.
"Aaaaaggghhh," her scream was that of a hawk diving from high places. His mouthings at her vagina and anus, together with the six-inch hard rubber pena, had built her up and partially prepared her for this, but never in her wildest imaginations had she ever dreamed that an alien penis - any cock! - could have felt so exquisitely divine as it plummeted into her depths. Of its own accord, her pelvis rose desperately, greedily, to meet his balls, and the two bodies met in mid-air, fought each other momentarily for supremacy, then drew apart to slam powerfully into each other again.
"Oh . . . God! Oh ... God!" she repeated in undisguised ecstasy as his prick began pounding deep up into the portals of her womb. She simply let her body take over; indeed, there was nothing she could have done to prevent this usurpation of her brain's normal function. And suddenly, as she felt the ripples of sensation spreading outward from the pit of her belly, she knew that her body now had been taken over by an even greater power ... her cunt!
In all her 18 years with John, she had orgasmed only a few times. But now, in this earth-packed Mexican adobe hundreds of miles from civilization, lying in abject submission under the muscular body of a wild, animal-like ravisher and criminal, Margaret knew she was close to a climax within seconds after his animal-like brutal penetration. The knowledge terrified her by its implications. She threw her head from side to side, refusing to acknowledge what her cock-filled pussy was feeling, and then, unable to hold back any longer, she reached up and grabbed Diego by the neck, pulling his face down hard upon hers while her tongue savagely thrust into his surprised, half-open mouth.
As the ripples moved outward from her twitching hot vagina; scalding tears welled up in her eyes. She hadn't wanted this to happen. It was impossible that it could be happening. What had made her act this way? The only explanation was that having acted as a mother, she was as vulnerable as any female. As Diego's thick cock continued to thrust imperiously into her clasping hungry cunt, and her own traitorous body rose like a fighting fish to meet it, she began crooning, "Harder . . . fuck harder . . . fuck me, Oh God ... fuck me!"
And Paco, watching everything, saw the woman's toes suddenly curl. Her breath was coming like the panting, snorting of a burdened locomotive climbing a very steep incline. From his vantage point, her moist pink pussy clasping Diego's cock looked like a voraciously bearded mouth hungrily devouring a long flesh colored banana.
Margaret had felt her body building to a climax, but she was unprepared for the suddenness or intensity of the orgasm when it hit her. It was as though someone had thrown an electrical switch at the base of her spine. She stiffened, gasped, then gurgled almost unbelievingly, "I'm cumming . . . Oh, God . . . I'm cumming . . . Fuck me . . . Fuck me-eeee. Aiiiieeeee! I'M CUMMMING!" Her body went into an insane frenzy of uncontrollable writhing as the sensations shot from nerve endings up the spine to her skull where brain and senses shorted out in an ecstatic explosion of unbelievable rapture. She was an untamed horse attempting to unseat her first rider, rearing, snorting with only the whites of the eyes showing.
Somewhere in the dim recesses of her wildly exalting mind, she was aware that his prick had swollen and now it was throbbing hotly up deep inside her open belly. He was cumming in her . . . and that knowledge deepened her orgasm's intensity even further. Once again she wrapped her arms around the Mexican's neck and pulled his face down. Her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth, and small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure came from deep within her throat.
She continued to kiss him until she felt the last beautiful twitching of her cuntal muscles begin to fade. Then the realization of what she had done - what had been done to her - hit her with the suddenness and pain of a lash from a horsewhip.
Smiling in satisfaction, Diego pulled his deflating prick from her relaxed pussy; it came out with a loud wet plopping sound, and a small white river of backlashing cum began running down her cuntal crevice. Then, less than ten seconds later, before she knew what was happening, the other Mexican's pulsating impatient cock slammed between her widespread thighs and on up into her cum-filled cunt with all the force of a pile driver ...