In Sexual Pursuit

In Sexual Pursuit
by Rod Long


Chapter 1


Man, that cousin of ours is some fine-looking cunt." Young, dark-haired
Bernardo Mendosa said to his older brother as they stepped up on the
broken-down porch of their house. "She can fuck too. I mean the way
that little bitch screws, you'd think she was addicted to cocks!"

"Bernardo, you know that the girl is not yet out of her teens," his
older brother said seriously, not used to hearing his younger brother
talking that way, especially about a young girl he was supposed to
marry.

Bernardo had been sent up to New York three months ago to meet his
father's cousins, the only other members of the Mendosa family to have
escaped from Cuba. Most of the others had either been imprisoned or
executed. It had been the dream of the heads of the American Mendosas
to reunite the family by marrying the youngest of the Miami Mendosa
family to the daughter of the cousins in New York.

Bernardo had apparently gotten to know more about his fiancee in those
months than he should have been allowed to. But the girl seemed to have
been the one to have initiated the move for him to fuck her. She might
be just the right, over-sexed little vixen Bernardo would need to keep
him interested in her until they were married.

Their father had dreamed of such a marriage for so long and he,
Salvador Mendosa, was going to make sure that Bernardo carried out his
father's wishes.

They had reached the door now, and Salvador fumbled in his pocket for
the house keys. He always locked the door of the house, no matter who
was at home, because the leaders of the Morros, the most feared street
gang in the city, had to always watch their backs. Even their own
houses and kin were not safe from attack.

Both Mendosa boys were proud to be members of the Morros, a gang
started by their father when he had first arrived in the States from
Cuba. Times had been hard on Cubans in those days. Fleeing their
country, having to leave behind relatives and property. They got their
freedom all right, that was the reason they had fled Cuba, and they
embraced it with their souls, but they had to pay a price, to some a
terrible price. Leonardo, the boys' father, had been one of the lucky
ones, but still he had had to fight out his existence, live from day to
day and hope that tomorrow would not be his last, for the Cubans were a
minority and because of their limited numbers and their differences,
they were easy targets for the larger groups such as the Puerto Ricans
or the Blacks.

Finally, after much suffering at the hands of the other street gangs,
Leonardo had gotten together with some of his young Cuban friends and
formed a street gang of their own. They had chosen their name
carefully, realizing that it would be the strength of their group. They
had named themselves the Morros, the Spanish word for Arab, after the
Arabs who had conquered through rape and pillage the country of their
ancestors, Spain, during its long and bloody history. It was the
Morros's turn now to conquer this new land that they had chosen until
they too would be accepted as one of its own people.

Leonardo had been the Morros's first leader and now his oldest son,
Salvador, had that honor with Bernardo as his right hand man. And their
sons would probably also be members if not leaders of the gang some
day, for that was the way it had always been with the gangs of the
streets.

Salvador slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door
carefully making sure that there were no rival gang members hiding in
wait inside, and once satisfied, he opened the door wide for his young
brother to pass.

"One thing, brother," he said suddenly reaching out and holding him by
the arm. "You can't speak of Rosita to our father in the manner you
have been speaking to me. He is of the old school and he would not
understand such language or behavior." He looked at his brother
seriously and saw a sudden glint of anger flash through his brother's
eyes.

"You should know better than that, Salvador." He removed his arm with
careful deliberation from the grasp of his brother. "Our father has
suffered a stroke; he is sick and old. Do you think I would tell a
helpless man like him what I have just told you? Rosita is charming,"
he continued, a hard glint in his eye, "and fucks like a whore, but one
does not tell a story like that to one's father. Now, where is he? I
wish to see him."

"He's probably sleeping now. Come have some coffee, and by the time you
are through he will have awakened."

"Sounds good to me, and I can tell you more about our distant young
cousin Rosita," Bernardo said and their footsteps faded down the tiny
hall to the kitchen.

Leonardo Mendosa, lying half-paralyzed in his bed in his bedroom off of
the main hall, had heard his two young sons come in. He was glad that
his younger boy had had a safe journey from New York and had also
enjoyed himself while he was there. He did not particularly like some
of the things Bernardo had said about his cousin, it was not proper for
a man to speak of such things to other men, even one's brothers. He
just did not understand young people these days, they were so lacking
in manners and gallantry. Had he spoken that way about his intended
bride, his father would have beaten him to within an inch of his life.
No, whatever he and his bride-to-be, Isabella de Vanquez, had done
before their marriage, had been their secret. Had his father known what
they had actually done on the days they were out alone together, he
would not have beaten him, he would have killed him. But that had been
so many years ago, so many years ago.

For a moment, the old, grey-haired man let his mind wander back to the
days when he was a young man and he had first fallen in love with the
beautiful Isabella.

The Mendosa family had been in Cuba for generations as had the de
Vanquez family. The Mendosas owned a large tobacco plantation where the
tobacco was grown for the cigars Cuba was famous for. Leonardo had been
promised since birth to the young Isabella, but he didn't mind, it
would not be a loveless match for either of them, in fact the sooner
they were married, the better, for they were already fucking like they
were man and wife.

Leonardo and his beautiful golden-haired Isabella had been attracted to
each other for many years. It was an attraction that had been very
difficult for them, for in the formal world of the Spanish the woman
must remain a virgin until marriage. But somehow, it had not proved to
be a problem for long, for soon the two of them had developed a way to
get rid of their chaperones and be alone, to talk and to screw. They
had spent many happy hours when they were together and neither of them
could wait until they were finally married and could be together always
and not for just a few stolen hours at a time.

He sent his memory back across the years to the first time he had
fucked Isabella and to all the other times, one in particular that he
remembered above all others. It had happened in the summertime and to
this day was still one of the best screws he ever had.

The Mendosa family had several houses on Cuba, one in the city for
their winter living and one on Cayo Smith, an island in the middle of
Santiago Bay. The house on Cayo Smith was Leonardo's favorite house,
and every summer of his life, he and his family went there to spend the
hot summer months. A small road ran all of the way around the island
and the houses were sprawling mansions below the road. Sometimes all of
the young people of the Island would have races to see who could swim
around it, but it was done more for fun than competition.

The Mendosa house was surrounded by gardens full of the exotic colors
of tropical flowers and trees and down by the water, buried deep within
the bright green foliage, was the secret meeting place of Isabella and
Leonardo, the white garden pavilion his grandmother had ordered from
Europe when she had first been married. It was there, and only there
where the young couple could be alone from their families, for the
pavilion was almost a forgotten part of the garden.

On the one particular day that he remembered so well, both families had
spent the day together. First attending Mass in the little church on
the summit of the island, and then after lunch, they all went down to
the beach for a swim. It had seemed forever before Leonardo and
Isabella could slip away unnoticed from the crowd of their screaming
brothers and sisters, but they finally had, and ran off giggling into
the garden to their very own pavilion of heaven. They said nothing
until they reached the delicate white structure, and then as Isabella
stood breathless in the doorway, Leonardo had thrown himself down on
the couch which was built into one corner of the pavilion. "Come on
over here," he said, patting the cushion beside him.

Isabella moved to her young boyfriend and looked down on him.

"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be afraid to be here alone
with you." She smiled gently and let him draw her down on the couch.
She kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir unbelievably at
her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled
her light blouse from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand
along the ridge of her spine.

"Leonardo, we shouldn't, not now!" she cried, breaking off her kiss and
attempting to pull away from him.

"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said,
refusing to release his strong grip on her voluptuous young body.

"Someone may come and find us," she answered.

"There will be no one coming, I know. But of course, if you don't want
me to . . ." He sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her
seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed her naked tittles
sensuously through the light blouse. He drew her to him and buried a
teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin.

"You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this
is the first time we have been alone in weeks." Isabella laughed, as he
continued his maddening caresses.

Isabella threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto
the couch, covering him with her slender body. She laughed, and worked
her hand up between their bodies to his crotch and began kneading his
semi-aroused prick forcefully.

"Okay, amore mia," she whispered huskily in his ear. "How do you like
that?"

Leonardo laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him and onto the
floor of the beach pavilion, his swelling cock already pressing
painfully against his tight pants. Then he slid his hand up under her
skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, and Isabella
giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust
under the narrow crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the
soft, hair-lined lips of her wetly glistening pussy.

Isabella lay back holding her breath, offering no more than token
resistance to his hands coursing over her voluptuous body. The
exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of her clit rippled
through her now jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of her
excitedly throbbing titties, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely
as she rolled toward her fiancé with a low surrendering moan. Her hand
moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily
throbbing cock. Then her fingers, of their own volition, pushed his
shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it
stood up menacingly and erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves
lovingly around it.

"Oooooohhh, that's it, Isabella," Leonardo grunted. He undid his belt
and top trouser button, and allowed her to slide his pants down, and
then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the pavilion floor. She
stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long
foreskin up and down over the pulsing head, then she slid her hand down
his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently cup and squeeze
his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then
trailing back up to pinch at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures.
Her hips ground of their own volition down against the pavilion floor
and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from
between her teeth.

Then, suddenly, a picture of herself moaning under the manipulations of
her beloved Leonardo crashed into her thoughts, and she paused,
disconcerted by this vision.

"Oh, sweetheart . . . it's good!" Leonardo moaned.

Isabella resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock and she was
pleased that finally she could make her Leonardo happy in this manner.
She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually aroused in so
short a time. It must be because she had waited so long for this. She
tried to sort out her confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn
irresistibly back to the feel of Leonardo's huge, jerking cock,
swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze. She couldn't
believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't keep from touching his
incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it
would be fucking into her cunt.

What's happening to me? she thought suddenly. I should not be doing
this. But I can't stop myself . . . I want to touch his cock! Even now!
I have to touch it . . . ooooooh, God! I have to!

Leonardo lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the
submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his
cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet little tongue licking
at him wildly, not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come
over her, her glazed mind filled only with the sight of his hugely
throbbing cock.

Isabella stood up from the floor, not caring that the obscenely
gleaming eyes of the man she would soon marry were on her. She stepped
out of her skirt and pulled off her skimpy blouse, and then continued
as if prodded by some unseen force. Her sensuously throbbing titties
seemed to beg for touching. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully
over them, touching her ruby nipples in guarded wonderment. Oh God,
that felt so good! Isabella took a deep breath, and then rolled down
her flimsy wet panties and allowed her hands to slowly travel back up
her long slim legs and thighs and touch delicately at the lining of her
soft-edged pussy.

Leonardo was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness of
the young girl. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of
swelling tits and thighs, and he gaped at the golden-colored silken
curls that she was exploring gently with her fingers now at the
junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink hair-lined slit
running the full length of her nakedly displayed pussy caused his mouth
to water, and his tongue licked his lips with anticipation.

"Get down by my prick," Leonardo ordered, confident now of the aroused
young blonde's willingness to do anything he said, watching her softly
trembling tits dance alluringly and her voluptuously rounded asscheeks
sway obscenely as she crawled on all fours to his command, her
beautiful long blonde curls pouring down over her shoulders. "Lick my
cock, Isabella. Put my cock in your mouth and suck it, suck it . . .
suck it . . ."

Even though she thought that this was not right, she loved Leonardo so
much that she would do anything to please him. She had even let
Leonardo screw her before they were married, a thing that her parents
would not approve of, but she loved him so that it did not matter.

Isabella lavished Leonardo's quivering shaft with her warm, wet tongue,
brushing and grazing it along its wide underside to its hardened
cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes, then back
down to its base and to the dark pubic hair and then lower, down around
the distended lust-swollen sac of his balls, hot from his boiling cum.

Her first taste of her fiancé's swollen prick instigated wild tremors
of delight in her voluptuous young body, and she uncontrollably
balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and
slowly, tenderly felt her titties and nipples, belly and thighs.
Mmmmmmmm . . . Isabella was growing wild with frenzy, her belly and
cunt churning now with a spasming need that she had never dreamed
existed and which was driving her to the point of a mind-bending cum.

God . . . she loved this!

Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Leonardo's balls and along the
heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her
lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his lewd cum-juice far
into her throat and belly!

Isabella began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small
shudder of resistance at what she had allowed herself to do passed
through her momentarily, she realized that she loved the taste of
Leonardo's cock. She felt the short, wiry hair of his loins against her
chin and lips, his balls sweeping against her, and as greater
sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her pussy still hotter,
nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which began to
ripple through her naked flesh.

Isabella didn't hear the steps walking up to the pavilion, and didn't
notice the figure which slipped quickly inside to stare down at them.
But Leonardo opened his eyes to discover his older brother standing in
fascination as he watched Isabella's naked form crouched salaciously
over the huge, rock-hard cock reaching up into her wetly caverned
mouth. He grinned lewdly, and came over to where she strained and
pumped to milk her fiancé's painfully aching balls of their hotly
building juice and in doing so quench the raging fire of lust consuming
her insides. The sight of Leonardo's heavily pulsing cock buried deep
between the lips of the girl's widely ovalled lips increased his
obscenely aroused fascination, and he hissed out his breath as he saw
her take her hand, which she had been running over her own body, and
use it to massage the soft resilient skin of Leonardo's balls, then
tantalizingly stroke the base of his shaft as she continued to suck
rhythmically up and down.

Leonardo looked up to see his brother Roberto right above them, and
read the unmistakable lust written all over his face. Isabella's so hot
now, she won't mind if somebody else joins in, he thought. He looked at
Roberto and nodded to him. He laughed as he saw the expression of
surprise, and then, uncontrollable lust crease the face of his brother.

"Come on, join in," he laughed.

Isabella drew her mouth away from Leonardo's cock long enough to see
who stood above her, but then Leonardo turned her head back around.

"Suck, Isabella, keep sucking me. My brother is just going to make
things a little bit better for you!"

Isabella's mind reeled at first in disbelief, and yet she sensed a
quick shock of excitement course through her unprotected loins at the
same time. Could it be possible that she could want Leonardo's brother
at the same time as Leonardo? My God, what was happening to her!

Quickly Roberto shed his clothes and then stood with his long jutting
cock throbbing out in front of him. He grabbed Isabella's flailing
white asscheeks and leaned down over her back, thrusting his cock
roughly up against the nakedly defenseless crevice of her smoothly
curved asscheeks. The narrowly expanded cunt slit was visibly throbbing
with its lips parted anxiously, its wet pink lips held together by the
squirming of her thighs up against his hungry loins.

Isabella could not see the face hovering over her ass, but her passion-
filled mind was aware of Roberto behind her, aware of what he wanted to
do to her while she was so desperately sucking Leonardo's prick. She
felt the full length of her nakedly spread pussy pulsing anxiously.
What she was allowing to be done to her was the absolute opposite of
everything she had stood for, everything she had believed in being!
Fucking Leonardo was one thing, but letting Roberto fuck her at the
same time that she was sucking Leonardo was wrong. But she had to have
the two hardened male cocks fucking into her at the same time. She had
to . . . but it was so depraved!

Isabella flexed her aching cunt muscles together in a last attempt to
evade the dual ravishment, but neither that nor her mental denials of
her sanity helped to ward off the lust-incited Roberto Mendosa. Her
brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she couldn't apply what
thinking capacities she had to anything but what was being shoved up
into her pussy - Roberto's hugely invading prick. The throb of her hot,
juicy pussy walls seemed to incite his large, alien cock even more, and
it plowed its way deeper into her vainly resisting cunthole. She felt
the walls of her cringing pussy clasp around it and she sensed its
every fleshy ridge as it filled her cunt. Oh God, this wasn't right!

Her mind kept repeating over and over, but she knew it was, and the
pungent odors of Leonardo's dick slithering lewdly in and out of her
tightly ovalled lips stung her flared nostrils and she began to
insanely run her tongue faster over his pumping shaft and bulging head.
She might be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't want this to
stop. Her cock-stretched cunt contracted involuntarily as the
lascivious thought raced out of control through her lust-fogged mind.

Then Roberto drew the girl harder to his loins by grasping her hips
with his clawing fingers and jerking her backward. He felt her wet
slippery cunthole flower open more to receive his huge pole to greater
and greater depths. The cords on her neck and her lips around
Leonardo's cock were hard and tense as she writhed beneath the two
monstrous pricks which skewered her naked young body cruelly between
them.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh," she mewled, her mouth still taut around Leonardo's
relentlessly screwing cock. "Ohhhh, yes . . . yes . . ." Her words were
muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body
was gone.

"Beg me to cunt in your mouth, Isabella," Leonardo said, continuing to
fuck his shaft into her wetly quivering throat.

"Ohhhhh, yes, fuck me! Fuck your cock in my cunt, Roberto and yes,
darling Leonardo, cum in my mouth!" she groaned, the thought of her own
lips spewing out those lewd desires sending new lascivious thrills
reeling through her. Isabella was hopelessly impaled between Roberto's
hard-driving cock in her pussy and Leonardo's cock shoved tightly up
into her mouth, and now, moaning and mewling between them, she began to
twist and squirm wantonly under the double ravishment and thrust up
against both men more urgently.

Her small white teeth nibbled her fiancé's prick as it surged with
increasing tempo into her hungrily sucking mouth, and she clenched her
thighs in a warm milking action against the pillaging cock methodically
screwing her hungrily gripping cunthole. The ecstasy of the moment rose
within Isabella as she tried to suck with the massive pole fucking her
from behind, and as it slammed harder and harder into her cunt, the
lust-hardened shaft caressing the smooth wet walls of her pussy, the
blunt tip would batter her sensitive cervix and pummel it hard. The
pavilion was lighting up in strange colors for the girl, blinding and
flashing and mingling with the electrifying shocks that were shooting
through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.

Leonardo felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex of
his cock and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his
ass, watching the girl's blonde head bob lewdly up and down as she
worked her mouth around his fucking prick. It was a fantastic sight, he
thought, watching it, though he wondered why she didn't choke. Great
whorls of lust-impassioned heat were building deep in his cum-swollen
balls and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin
droplets from Isabella's firm, white-skinned body, as she bucked
between him and his brother like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly Roberto groaned aloud and wailed, "Fuck harder! Fuck back,
Isabella, I'm about ready to blow my balls! Ohh . . . fuck back! Fuck
back! Jesus!"

Isabella responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in her pleasurable
but debasing subjugation, raising her hotly quivering asscheeks up
against the man's thickly expanding cock, driving it back inside her,
deep up into her naked belly, sending vibrations of lewd delight
coursing through her laboring young body. She was completely helpless
to stop herself, and she knew it. She was punishing herself, openly
feeling she deserved this painful fucking, for her loins were on fire
more than ever, and she was forced to feed her seething hunger with all
of the abandonment of a common whore. She deserved this, deserved this!
And anything else they cared to do!

"Aaaaaaaoooooohhhhh!" Leonardo screamed at her, and in a wild, maniacal
need for fulfillment, Isabella sucked his hugely throbbing dick like a
wanton whore, and the hotly pummeling instrument disappeared into a
strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Leonardo fucked with
hollowing asscheeks, sinking his cock far into the girl's mouth until
his wiry pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose.

His softly dangling balls danced lewdly, slapping in unison with his
pounding thrusts hard against her upraised chin. Then, his cum rolling
out of his balls like a thundercloud out of the sky, Leonardo suddenly
jerked his cock from her sucking lips and held the throbbing red shaft
in his hands only inches away from her lewdly ovalled mouth.

"Oh, no, Leonardo . . . please, I want it! I must have it!" pleaded the
stricken girl, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of
unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and she
tried to pull him to her, her mouth gaping obscenely at his wildly
jumping prick. But before she could close her widely ovalled lips over
his cock again, it began to spew hot, slippery cum directly into the
dark searching cavern of her mouth, and the thick, quick spurts
streamed milk-like from the swollen cockhead, filling her waiting mouth
to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of
the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her throat bobbed up and down, rapidly
attempting to keep up with the wildly ejaculating rod.

Behind the shamelessly swallowing young girl, Roberto Mendosa could
feel the cum boiling inside his own lust-heated balls as they beat
wildly against Isabella's upturned asscheeks. He grunted savagely and
quickened his stroke, fucking hard and deep until his cock bored far up
into the hidden recesses of her quivering womb.

"Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh!" Isabella screamed. She wasn't ashamed because she
was enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed fucking before. Nothing
mattered to her now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling deep in
her cunt as Roberto's thickly swollen dick drove in and out of her
hungrily clutching pussy until the blood-engorged head collided with
her cervix deep inside with every powerful in-fuck. Then suddenly, she
shivered beneath him.

"Oooooohhh!" she cried "Ooooohhh, yessss, I'm cummmmmiiinnng . . .
ooooooohhhh! I'm cuummmmiinnng!" With a deep-throated groan her body
stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum gushing
from the throbbing passage and drowning Roberto's hugely impaling
member with its slippery heat.

Then Roberto went berserk as she grunted out her mind-shattering cum
against his heated cock, her body jerking spasmodically up against him.
His harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her
trembling ass hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his
exploding hardness all the way to the hilt into the depths of her
wildly sucking cunt. Isabella thought her insides were about to split
as she felt the head of the deep-sunk prick flex and flare into a
hugeness that threatened to tear into her belly.

Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into
her wildly stretched womb, mixing deliciously with her own pussy
juices. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless cum as the burning,
powerful gushes surged deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with
its hot slick whiteness. The hot, drenched walls of her cunt clasped
and unclasped around it, working and milking his rod as though trying
to milk him dry. Cum juice flowed wetly out around his still fucking
cock, flooding wetly over his balls and the base of his prick as he
fucked relentlessly up into her.

Brilliant flashes of light filled Isabella's head as she breathed in
short, desperate gasps, their mingled juices flowing in unchecked
spurts down between her writhing legs. Reaching frantically back
between her thighs with both hands to milk desperately at his lewdly
dancing balls, she felt the giant cock still continuing to throb and
flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her womb and
further soaking the cum-drenched pussy hair it was buried in.

"Ooooohhh . . . feels . . . so . . . gooooooodddd . . .!" she screamed.
The starving inner folds of her cunt sucked fiercely at the lurching
cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp inside
her nakedly quivering belly.

The exhausted man collapsed across her body, feeling her insides still
gushing forth around his rapidly deflating prick. At last, she too gave
a final jerk and trembled to stillness. Her firm, perfectly sculpted
body felt drained of everything, her belly filled to the bursting point
with their hot slippery cum juices.

Roberto lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength, then
slowly pulled his softened cock out of her totally sated pussy. He
could see the soaking wet slit of her cunt glistening wetly, the
insides of her thighs heavily smeared with the white hot juice that
dripped in tiny rivulets out of her pussy to form a wet, lewd pool
beneath her.

The old man sighed as the memory faded. That was so long ago, the old
man thought, and they were all dead now, Roberto and Isabella. Dead but
not forgotten; he would never forget the one great love of his life.
Things might have been so different for him here in the United States
if she had not died in Cuba, life would have been better. This old worn
house that he called his home would have been a castle if she had
lived. The woman he had married had been a good woman, and he had loved
her in his own special way, as much as he could love any woman other
than Isabella. But his wife had been different, she had been born in
the United States, and she had been brought up differently, more like
the American women who were too liberated for his liking. Their two
sons were much like her, strong, defiant. He was not yet sure if he
liked the way they had become, it was almost as though they meant to be
what their tough exteriors made them out to be.

The old man turned his head into the pillow. He had no right to
criticize his sons that way, they were only doing what they thought was
right. If they did not run his gang, the Morros, as he thought it
should be run, then perhaps they were right. They were young men and he
was old, they knew the times that they lived in and he no longer did.
If being cruel the way that they were was the only way to survive, then
he could understand their actions, but just once let him catch them
misusing their power, and he would tan their hides!



Chapter 2


"So, Bernardo, now that my youngest son is home from New York we will
have no peace around this house, will we, Salvador?"

Leonardo Mendosa reached out affectionately and rumpled the dark thatch
of curly black hair on his youngest son's head as he would a child.

"Sure, Dad, and Salvador isn't wild at all," he replied, reaching into
a pocket of his black leather jacket with the Morros insignia on the
back for his comb and nervously rearranged his rumpled hair. He hated
his father when he rumpled his hair that way. That was for boys and
small children, not for a man such as he. He hated the fact that he
could not tell him to stop doing it. Under ordinary circumstances, he
would have told him not to do it anymore, but now, with him so ill, he
could say nothing.

He was alarmed at how much he'd changed, just since the beginning of
the summer, but he'd quickly put the thought out of his mind. Old
people were always getting sick, weren't they? It couldn't really be
serious. All he had to do was cheer him up a little, like he had ever
since he was small, and he'd let him get away with anything he wanted.

"Look at him, Salvador," the bedridden older man laughed, turning to
his elder son, his thin face wreathed in smiles. "Not a hair can be out
of place. But you make me proud of you. I have heard from my cousin in
New York and they are all well pleased to have you marry their
daughter. She too, is pleased to have you as her husband. You did well
in New York. We have done well through your actions."

"I am glad. She will make a good wife," he said. "It will be a long
wait for me until she is old enough to be married. How many years will
it be? Three? Four? Whatever, I will look forward to it anxiously."

Looking from one to the other, Leonardo Mendosa spoke, his voice
trembling with intensity. "For a father," he said, "all the medicines
in the world don't do as much as having two sons as fine as you two
are. Sometimes this summer, when I was really bad, I didn't think I'd
live to see tomorrow. But now, today, I feel like I could live forever.
And even if I don't, just seeing my youngest son fulfilling my dream of
reuniting my family that was so cruelly separated in Cuba, makes all
things fine."

"And you will be there at the wedding!" Salvador added, his high
forehead furrowing into an angry frown. "You're talking like you won't
be here to see the wedding, but you will be, you must be!"

"I hope so," he insisted. "No matter what, I can meet Saint Peter with
a pure heart because I know I have done my best to bring our family
together again. I am so proud of my two good sons!"

Leonardo settled back on the pillow and smiled weakly. "It is good to
have you home again. We have missed you. I'm tired now. I have to
sleep."

A few moments later, Bernardo and his brother were making their way
down the hall from their fathers bedroom, both silently worried about
their father's condition but neither speaking of it to the other.

It seemed to the older brother that his life was full of problems
lately. Not only was there tension in the Morros gang over how to
defend their turf from rival gangs, he was also faced with the total
exposure of his gang and its activities by the biggest newspaper in
Miami. For months now there had been newspaper articles in all the
local papers about street gangs in Miami, making it hot for all of
them, for everything they did was subject to investigation. Sensing the
issue's vote-getting potential, the mayor had personally instructed the
police commissioner to launch an all-out war on the most powerful of
the gangs to break them up, destroy them. At first, Salvador hadn't
thought too much about it. The Morros had ridden out these things
before. All you had to do was lie low for a while, and lay off the
heavy crime and soon the media and the police would almost forget they
were even alive. That was the way it normally worked, and would have
worked this time too, but for one man, one stupid, idiot reporter who
had taken more than a passing interest in the Morros. He had gone after
them like a holy cause, writing article upon article about them, as
though he wanted to see them all in the grave. He had come pretty close
to doing just that too. He had made life so hot for the Morros that
they could hardly walk down the street without being followed by cops
or by the reporter himself. Hell, the guy, Rick Taggart was his name,
seemed to know as much about them, their history, and what they were
doing as they did. Somehow or another, they were going to have to shut
the guy up, but how?

They had three choices on how to get rid of the guy, each one posing
its own particular problems. The whole gang had discussed what to do,
and a lot of very dangerous arguments had come to the surface during
the discussion, but eventually, they had all come to the same
conclusion. They couldn't murder him; it might cause more trouble then
they could handle. Nor could they try to scare him off. Knowing
Taggart, it would only make him all the more anxious to destroy them.
No, the only workable solution was to simply knock him and his
credibility out of the picture. They had even figured out a fool-proof
plan, one that could not fall, and it all depended on Bernardo's power
of persuasion over his sometime girlfriend, Maria Paloma.

Later, after Salvador had explained the plan to his younger brother,
they both parted to complete their parts of the plan, Salvador going
off to get the necessary materials, and Bernardo off to find the person
who could make or break the whole deal. He found her in one of the
deserted houses the gang used as a hide-out or meeting place. She and
one of the other Morros members, probably the meanest of the gang,
Chico Ramirez, were engaged in some sort of weird game. Maria was down
on her knees in front of the muscular gang member, moving away from
him. She lurched awkwardly upward, her hugely billowing tits bobbing
balloon-like up and down as she twisted and swayed, trying to stand up.
There was something strangely exciting about the tableau they made, and
Bernardo's cock stiffened against his thigh as he walked toward them,
realizing that she had been sucking Chico's prick. Unconsciously, he
moved with the measured, slightly swaggering step the other Latin men
used to show their superiority to women. The sight of the lewdly
wriggling and panting girl made his hard young balls contract hotly
inside his slacks. Chico knew how to handle women, all right. "Salvador
wants to see you down at the corner of Fourth and Main."

"Yeah? What about?"

Bernardo eyed him coolly. "He's got some business for you to take care
of."

"Right, man, right. Say, nice to have you back from the Big Apple."

"Thanks."

"Salvador tell you the plans for Taggart?"

"Yeah, that's why he wants you. Gotta get the stuff for the frame and I
have to get rid of you in order to get my part settled."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later."

With a short laugh, Chico looked at Maria and back at Bernardo, then
left the two alone.

"That Chico's a fuckin' creep," Maria muttered, getting to her feet
after the black-haired Chico had made his departure.

"You miss me, Maria?" Bernardo said, knowing damn well she never missed
anyone. She was a hard-hearted bitch if he had ever met one.

"Oh, you're full of shit," the girl replied disdainfully, combing her
curly black hair and adjusting her makeup with a pocket minor. "You
know damned well that I like you as much as I like anyone, but did I
miss you? Shit, I don't even miss tomorrow if it doesn't come!"

Bernardo smiled, his eyes darkening as he took in her sensuously
rounded form crammed into the tight-fitting shorts and top, beneath
which she was apparently not wearing a bra because her tits were molded
seductively into the halter top, filling the material to the bursting
point. "Yeah, you didn't look like you missed me very much a few
moments ago."

Maria shrugged in annoyance. "Oh, that's just a cock. Doesn't matter
who's it is, I use cocks 'cause I like to fuck. Sometimes I like the
man who owns the cock, sometimes not. No matter either way."

"And Chico is one you don't like," he asked.

"But I like you," Maria replied.

With that, the sensuous brunette sidled over to Bernardo and pressed
her body up tight against his, wriggling a little so he could feel the
surging outline of her titties and the hard mound of her pussy. "Hey
Bernardo, why don't you and I go have a fast one, huh?"

"Sounds good, Maria," Bernardo answered, his cock throbbing hungrily at
her obscene invitation. "First I want you to do me a little favor,
okay?"

"Sure Bernardo, anything you say," Maria said, her eyes fixed on the
rapidly rising bulge of his cock. "What do you want me to do?"

* * *

Nancy Taggart, the pretty blonde-haired wife of the Miami Register's
star reporter, ran the dusting rag over the top of her husband's desk.
She liked to keep his study clean and straight for him because she knew
that he appreciated it, and enjoyed working in an atmosphere of
cleanliness and order. He had often told her how much more organized
and clear his own thoughts were and therefore his articles, if his
surrounding were the same.

She stopped her dusting momentarily as she noticed a half-typed page
still standing in the typewriter. Leaning over his desk chair, her huge
titties resting softly on the back of the chair, she read what was
written on the paper.


There have been many articles written lately about street gangs, many
big words, many impractical solutions, but what has actually been done
about them, why are they still operating; why have all those so-called
solutions failed?

If the concerned citizen would trouble to find out what had actually
been done by our so-called "public servants" he would come up wanting.

While it is true that police surveillance was doubled during a period
of public interest, it was not continued once the interest had dropped
off and now surveillance is negligible. The gangs are back together, in
full force, a dangerous force in our streets. But most of all, the most
feared gang in Miami, perhaps the most cunning and ruthless of all of
the street gangs, the Morros is stronger than ever before.

The Morros gang may not mean very much to those of you in your
comfortable suburban homes, but to the people of the barrio it is a
name to be feared. The Morros are connected with many unsolved crimes -
rape, murder, theft, none provable because of the great power they hold
over the people living in their neighborhoods. There is even a gruesome
story of a so-called "Trophy Room", a cache of mementos from all of the
crimes the gang has been involved with since its birth in the forties.
As to what kind of trophies this room contains, I will not even
speculate except to say that if their crimes are any indication of
their trophies, then the room must be a grisly sight indeed.


The article continued a few more paragraphs, but Nancy did not want to
read any more. With a shiver at the thought that there could be such
horrible people in the world, she went back to her work.

She so hated the thought that her husband was working on such a
horrible subject. It could be dangerous fooling around with these local
street gangs. They might be small-time hoods, but she had seen a
television program on them once, and they were far more organized and
ruthless than she had been led to believe. But it didn't really matter
what she thought, she sighed, Rick had been assigned to do a series of
follow-up articles on the street gangs and he would do it no matter
what. That was where he was right now, in fact, digging up some more
information on the workings and the leaders of these gangs.

Well, she thought determinedly, at least tonight he won't be thinking
about those stupid street gangs. She was going to make sure of that!

First a wonderful dinner, with all the things he liked best, steak,
baked potatoes, wine, and a special dessert. Then she was going to put
on her sexiest housedress, some soft music on the radio and . . .

". . . And seduce him," she said determinedly, her blue eyes resolute
as she finished the dusting and headed out the door of the study to the
living room. "No matter what he wants to do, I am going to get him to
want to fuck me. He will have to fuck me crazy, too!"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. "Who
can that be?" she wondered as she walked into the living room toward
the front door of her house, pausing at the hall mirror to brush some
unruly strands of blonde hair out of her eyes.

Opening the door, she was surprised to find herself face to face with a
dark-haired Spanish-looking girl clad in a pair of white shorts, a
tight, glittering T-shirt and narrow thong sandals. Her dark hair was
jet black, and her face was made up thickly as the Spanish women in
Miami were apt to do, with a slash of dark red lipstick on her
sensuously full lips.

"Yes?" Nancy asked, puzzled.

"Is this where Rick Taggart lives?" the girl asked.

"Yes, yes it is."

"The Rick Taggart who's doing an article on the street gangs?"

"That's right."

The girl's face seemed to light up for a moment, as though she were
relieved. "Can I talk to him? It's real important."

"I'm sorry," Nancy replied. "He isn't home from work yet." She looked
searchingly at the girl, whose questions seemed charged with a strange
tension. At the news of Rick's absence, she grew agitated, as though
this were something she hadn't expected.

"Oh gosh, I've gotta talk to him. It's about, well -" she looked
uneasily down the street, as though frightened that someone might
overhear. "It's about his articles. He wants to see me about some info
on the gangs. But if he's not here . . ."

"Wait!" Nancy called after her as she started down the front walk.
Something in the brunette's troubled appearance struck a responsive
chord in the young reporter's wife. She was so pathetic somehow, with
her thick cosmetics and outrageously tight clothing. "Why don't you
come in and have a cup of coffee? Maybe you can wait for Rick to get
back, or perhaps I can help you."

"Well, if you're sure it's no trouble . . ."

"Not at all," Nancy smiled warmly at the girl, and held the door open
for the stranger to walk by her.

"I'm Nancy Taggart, Rick's wife," she said, holding out her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. My name's Maria."

"Maria? Is that all?" Nancy smiled.

"I'd rather not say the rest," the girl replied, sitting down on the
sofa in the living room. "I do not want any of the gang to know I am
here."

"Oh." Nancy sat down opposite her in a comfortable armchair.

"Yeah. Y'see. I know some things about the things Mr. Taggart wants to
write about. I have grown up with the gangs and I know how they work. I
am even sometimes a woman for the gangs, you know? But I wanted to tell
Mr. Taggart some things about what they do, how they work and stuff
like that."

Maria's voice trailed off, and she nervously fingered the straps of her
large plastic purse as she talked. "Y'see, Mr. Taggart's maybe the only
one who is interested in doing anything about any of this right now."
Suddenly the sophisticated-looking brunette dissolved into tears, and
she buried her face in her hands.

"Oh, you poor thing," Nancy murmured, her heart immediately swelling
with sympathy. "I know my husband will want to hear what you have to
tell him. You just rest here for a few minutes while I make us some
coffee, all right? And then maybe you can tell me about it."

"That'd be fine," Maria sobbed.

As soon as Nancy was out of the room, however, the deceptive brunette
hastily dried her eyes and began looking around. She'd accomplished
half of her mission, getting inside the house and getting Taggart's old
lady out of the room. Now for the rest.

On the other side of the room she could see an open door leading to the
study. This must be where he worked, she decided, because his wife
would have no need for such a place. Moving quickly and quietly across
to the door, Maria rummaged through her purse for a brown paper bag.
Inside it were about a hundred little plastic bags that Bernardo had
given to her. Going over to the desk, she began distributing them
everywhere, in the drawers, under books and papers, in the cubby holes
at the back of the desk where Rick kept pencils and unpaid bills.

Her mission accomplished, she glanced toward the kitchen to make sure
Nancy was still occupied with the coffee, then slipped out the door
again, closing it softly behind her.

A few moments later, Rick's unsuspecting young wife came back into the
living room, carrying a large tray with two cups of fresh coffee, sugar
and cream. "Here we are -" she began, then stopped, startled, thinking
that perhaps the girl had gone into the bathroom. But the door was open
and the lights in the bathroom were off.

"She's gone," Nancy murmured, going to the front window to see if
perhaps she could catch a glimpse of the girl in the street. "How
strange. She must have let her fear get the best of her. Rick will be
sorry to hear that, he was probably counting on the information the
girl was going to give him."



Chapter 3


"REGISTER REPORTER ARRESTED FOR SELLING DRUGS" the headlines of the
Banner screamed, and underneath was the story of how Rick Taggart had
sold marijuana to high school students.

"Now, honey, keep calm," Nancy Taggart's hazel-eyed husband counseled
her from the other side of the screen, brushing a lock of his light
brown hair out of his eyes. "Obviously it was a frame. One of the
stories I'm on. The heat was probably too much for them, so whoever it
was tried to put me out of action. Probably the street gang, you know,
the Morros. I've been doing a series of articles on them, their goings
on, their legendary trophy room."

"But how could a street gang do something like framing you? I mean, I
always thought that they didn't concern themselves with things like
framing people. I thought they were just small-time punks, juvenile
delinquents."

"Most of them are, honey. But the Morros, they are a little bit
different. It's been around for a long time, this Morros gang, started
by a Cuban refugee in the forties, now it's headed by the man's sons.
But they're good, and they know what they are about. But then again, as
good as they are, they are not quite good enough or powerful enough to
cover all the angles. Just give the cops some time and they'll find out
that I've been framed. Just don't worry about it. It'll turn out all
right. Really, honey, don't worry."

Nancy looked longingly through the mesh screen at her handsome young
husband. With all her heart she wanted to reach out and touch him, hold
him, and tell him she loved him. But that was against the rules.
Visitors must have no physical contact with prisoners. All she could do
was stare numbly at him, her whole being filled with an aching
loneliness worse than anything she'd ever suffered in her young life.

"Is there anything that I can do? I told the police what happened, but
is there something I can do? Anything!" she asked, trying to keep her
voice steady.

"No, you just stay clear of the Morros and let the police handle it.
They know where to look and they can handle the people."

"But I know I'd recognize the girl again If I saw her. Did you tell
them that I could go down to the area and see whether I could find
her?"

"No, if the police pick anybody up, they'll call you to make an
identification."

A warning bell sounded, indicating that visiting hours were at an end.

"Okay, if you think that it will be better for me to stay put," Nancy
said, her stomach contracting at the prospect of being separated from
her husband so soon.

"No. You just stay home and be there if the police need you."

The young reporter smiled as reassuringly as he could at his blue-eyed
wife, who looked so forlorn on the other side of the screen. "And bring
me a great big smile next time you come. Okay?"

Nancy nodded, not trusting her voice. Just then a blue-uniformed guard
approached Rick. "I'm afraid that's all the time you've got, Taggart,"
he said, although his voice wasn't unkind. Rick nodded, and turned his
back to the screen.

"I love you, honey," he whispered. "And this'll all be over in no time,
you'll see."

"I love you too, darling. I'll . . . I'll see you."

A few moments later, Nancy was making her way down the broad, steep
flight of steps that led from the door of the county jail to the
sidewalk below. She started toward her car which was parked down the
street, but she suddenly realized that she didn't want to go home. She
couldn't face the prospect of going home to her empty house, a house
that she could not tolerate without her husband. She would walk a
little bit, get her mind off of things for a moment.

Once again Nancy's eyes blurred with tears as her mind went over the
nightmarish events three days ago. Everything had gone exactly as she
had planned. The dinner was perfect, and by the time they had finished
their brandy and coffee, both of them were feeling relaxed and mellow.
Rick went into the living room to read the paper while Nancy cleared
the table. Then she slipped into the bedroom and changed into a
clinging pair of blue satin lounging pajamas that he had given her for
their anniversary, daubed some of her sultriest perfume behind her
ears, and loosened her shoulder-length blonde hair so that it fell in
soft shimmering waves around her face. Satisfied with her appearance,
she went back into the living room and snuggled down next to her
husband on the couch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, you smell good," he murmured, burying his lips in the
softness of her curly blonde hair. "What's all this?" he asked, as he
opened his eyes and took in her seductive appearance.

"I thought tonight would be a good time to have some fun," his wife
replied, to his delight.

"I think that's a great idea," Rick whispered, taking her in his arms
and running his hands over the enticingly smooth surface of the
clinging pajamas. Her body was soft and yielding underneath, and his
prick leapt hungrily to life for he knew that beneath the shimmering
garment she was wearing no bra. Her huge tits rose and fell excitedly
under his caressing fingers, her nipples tightening into hard pyramidal
points. Gently he pushed aside the folds of her tie-front jacket so
that the pearl-white mounds, tipped with the softest coral color, were
nakedly revealed to his gaze.

Nancy could feel her husband's mounting desire in the trembling of his
muscular body as he touched her, and in the sudden quickening of his
breath as he bent to take her tingling nipples into his mouth. She
leaned back on the couch and let her fingers twine in his sandy hair,
trying to communicate with her yielding body all the love and
tenderness she felt for him.

She, too, began to feel a rising excitement as he buried his face
between her softly billowing tits and reached around to stroke the
silky plane of her naked back. Her heart beating faster, almost as
though this were their first night together, she accommodated her
supple young body to his, arching her back upward to meet his
increasingly passionate lips and hands.

"Oh Nancy, I want you so much," the lean-bodied young reporter
whispered. "Sooooo much."

"Then take me, Rick darling, fuck me now!" she heard herself murmuring
in reply.

Their eyes met, and a galvanic current of love and excitement passed
between them, igniting a potent spark of desire that licked greedily at
the blonde bride's loins as they moved into the bedroom. Quickly, Rick
unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside. His voluptuous young wife ran
her red-tipped fingers up and down over his naked chest, savoring the
sculpted hardness of his muscular arms and shoulders, sunburned from
their weekend trip to the beach. Standing up to embrace him, she let
the top of her satin pajamas slip off her arms, so that her upper torso
was completely naked as she pressed herself lovingly against him, her
huge tits crushing against the warmth of her husband's strong hard
chest.

Covering her shoulders and neck with warm kisses, Rick ran his hands
down over the rounded hillocks of her smoothly curved asscheeks,
squeezing and kneading them until they glowed with a pleasant heat
beneath the cool satin material. He bent her body backwards over his
arm so that he could snake his tongue in a lewd wet line from her
smooth white neck down between the gleaming mounds of her tits, to the
soft flat expanse of her belly to the waistband of her blue satin
pajamas. Still supporting her with one strong arm, he used his free
hand to untie the drawstring at her waist, and with a rustling sound,
the satin pajama bottoms slid to the floor, leaving Nancy completely
naked in the half-light of the bedroom.

Rick stepped back far enough so that he could look at his wife for a
minute, drinking in the sight of her lush nakedness as though he were
dying of thirst. Nancy, scarcely daring to look him in the eye as he
gazed with open desire at her young vulnerable body, could see the
thick bulge made by his aroused cock inside his pants. It looked as
hard as an iron pipe as it pulsed visibly against his thigh, and the
experienced young bride felt a thrill of lust course through her lithe
young body at the thought that soon the enormous staff would be fucking
deep into her tiny pussyhole all the way to the hilt.

Rick, too, was seized with the same thought, as his eyes roved up and
down her naked flesh from the golden halo that framed her face and made
her eyes look an even deeper blue than usual, over the delicate curves
of her neck and shoulders to the enticing fullness of her sensuously
ballooning tits, then the indentation of her tiny waist which blossomed
outward into the softly rounded contours of her hips, and finally over
the length of her long, perfectly shaped legs. He found his eyes
returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the downy triangle of softly
curling cunt hairs at the juncture of her thighs.

His tumescent cock throbbed almost painfully with the desire to fuck
into her wet pink cunt, to lose himself inside her cunt depths as if
her pussy were a cave, a place of refuge from all the storms that
seemed to be gathering around him. Harsh masculine lust thundered
through his twenty-two-year-old body, and it took all his willpower and
control to restrain himself from throwing Nancy down on the floor and
assaulting her vulnerably inviting nakedness with all his strength. But
that would be a mistake, he knew. Maybe later. But not yet. Not
tonight, tonight he was going to take it slow. Now Rick picked her up
in his arms, and began carrying her onto the bed, while his naked wife
clung to him happily.

He set her down gently on the bed, and then, never taking his eyes from
her lushly inviting nakedness, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of
both his pants and shorts. Nancy gasped as his thickly throbbing prick
sprang free from the confines of his clothing, standing out
perpendicularly from the tangle of his brown pubic hair.

He walked over to the bed, his hard, lust-swollen balls bobbing against
his hair-fringed thighs as he moved. Lowering himself onto the bed
beside her, he again took his wife in his arms, and Nancy thrilled as
she felt the vein-ridged surface of his huge cock surge wildly against
the smooth skin of her naked thigh. Soon they were locked together in a
wordless embrace, their hands eagerly exploring each other's body as
they rolled about their wide double bed with rapidly mounting abandon.

Rick could scarcely believe the intensity of his young wife's responses
to his lovemaking, for she twined her arms and legs around him eagerly
and pressed her full red lips against his own with a longing that was
freer than anything she had ever ventured before. Finally he could
restrain himself no longer. He had to have her! Now!

Rolling over on top of her naked, enticingly outstretched body, he
propped himself up on one elbow and began positioning the heavily
pulsing head of his thick cock at the hotly welcoming entrance to her
cunt, relishing the fur-like softness of her pussy curls against his
sensitized hardness.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Nancy sighed as the smooth blood-filled tip of his cock
began to penetrate slowly up inside her, widening her tightly gripping
cunt little by little as it advanced. It felt so good, so wonderful up
between her legs, at once satisfying and heightening the desperate
longing there. Fearfully, but with less and less resistance, she wound
her arms around his neck, inviting him to thrust all the way into her
slippery cum-drenched pussy.

Suddenly their idyllic fucking was interrupted by the sounds of a harsh
knocking on the door. For an instant they stared at each other, frozen
in position. Nancy could still see Rick's face as it was in that
moment, his brow furrowing with annoyance as the pounding on the door
was repeated.

"Open up in there!" a stern male voice demanded. "Police!"

The rest of the evening flashed rapidly before the troubled young
wife's eyes like a movie montage - Rick hurrying to the door after
slipping on his pants, while she quickly pulled on her dressing gown,
the police's efficient search of the apartment after producing a
warrant, culminating with the find in the bookshelf, nearly a kilo of
marijuana packaged for sale, after which they took Rick off to the
police station with Nancy following by taxi.

It was unbelievable to the naive young girl that such a thing could
happen to them. Her childhood had left her totally unprepared ever to
deal with being suddenly on the wrong side of the law. Of course, it
was ridiculous to arrest Rick. The marijuana had obviously been planted
in his bookshelf by that dark-haired Spanish girl who had paid such a
mysterious visit earlier that day. But she had no proof, only her own
word, and that wasn't enough for the police. If only they could find
the girl again and force her to tell the police what she knew! But as
Rick said, that might be nearly impossible.

With a helpless sigh, Nancy walked a few more steps before she decided
to go back to the car, but as she looked up to see where she had
walked, however, her mouth fell open in astonishment and disbelief. On
the street, scarcely fifty feet away from her, was the very girl the
police were looking for, walking toward her! There was no mistaking it.
Nancy would know that close-cropped dark hair and thickly made-up face
anywhere.

The young reporter's wife couldn't move as Maria came toward her, even
pausing practically in front of her to look in the window of a dress
shop. Suddenly, as though she could feel the intensity of Nancy's stare
through the plate glass, she glanced up. The two womens' eyes met and
Nancy silently mouthed "Maria!"

And then the girl was gone. Realizing she was recognized, the Spanish
girl took off like a shot down the street, while Nancy, moving equally
fast, raced down the street in pursuit. She was just in time to see the
girl disappear around the corner into a worn-out residential block and
without even stopping to think about the consequences, she hurried
after her.

Had Rick's young wife been more familiar with the layout of the
downtown district of Miami, she wouldn't have been so surprised at
seeing Maria suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere. For only a few
minutes distant was the neighborhood controlled by the cruel Morros
gang and in this block was one of the hangouts of the gang.

Inside of the white, two-story hangout, Bernardo Mendosa called to
Chico, who was in one of the bedrooms.

"Fuck it!" Bernardo Mendosa yelled belligerently, a little drunk from
the beer he had been drinking. "Hey, Chico, do we got any more beer?"

"Yeah, in the front, by the door," Chico called back, snapping his
fingers nervously as he walked into the living room.

Bernardo grinned at Chico, then took a large swallow of his beer, and
was about to say something when the front door suddenly burst open and
Maria raced into the room.

"Hey, Bernardo," she breathed. "I just spotted that Taggart woman on
the street. I think she saw me, too. I ran like hell to tip you off she
was around."

"You sure she recognized you?"

"I'm pretty sure she did, yeah. I took off as fast as I could, but . .
. but I think she might've been following me."

"Shit! That was real smart to bring her right here, Maria, real smart!"

"Well, what was I gonna do? I thought she might be heading here
anyway," the curvaceous brunette replied huffily.

"Yeah, yeah, well just get out the back door before she gets here. Me
and Chico'll take care of her."

Maria had scarcely disappeared into the gloom at the back of the house
when Nancy's slender form became visible at the door, out of breath,
and straining to see inside of the building to catch a glimpse of the
girl she had been following.

"Not a bad piece of ass, is she?" he whispered to Chico as they watched
the voluptuous blonde as she tried to decide whether to enter the
deserted house.

"Not bad? Man I could eat that full o' ice cream!" Chico replied.

"Yeah, me too," Salvador's degenerate young brother replied, laughing.

Unaware of the lewd observations being made about her by the two
semidrunk men inside, Nancy was still hesitating on the doorstep,
wondering if they lived in the house or not, since she wasn't sure that
this was where the brunette had gone, but unwilling also to abandon her
chase just when she seemed so near her goal. If she didn't follow
through now, she might never have another chance to find the girl who
she was sure had left the marijuana in their house, and Rick might rot
in jail for months!

"Excuse me," she said rather timidly to the two men who had come to the
door. "Do you know the girl who just came in? Could I speak with her?"

Chico shot a quick glance over toward Bernardo, then replied, "I didn't
see nobody, lady. But you can come in and look around if you want to."

"Maybe I can help the lady out," Bernardo offered, sauntering to the
door and holding it open for the young girl to come in. He was much
more drunk than he realized, and his voice and stance were a little
unsteady as he approached. "I'm . . . the owner of the house. Come on
in and I'll see," he paused, his mouth curling in an arrogant smile.
"What can I do for you?"

Nancy was a little surprised at the sudden appearance of the slender
but extraordinarily handsome youth. He looked too young to really be
the owner of the house, but she assumed he was telling the truth.

"Well, I don't know actually. I was looking for a girl I know. I saw
her on the street, and I . . . I tried to catch up to her, but she
didn't see me. I thought I saw her come in this house."

"Why don't you just call her on the telephone?"

"I . . . I can't do that. You see, I don't know her number. It's
terribly important that I find her. Once more Nancy described Maria in
detail, and Bernardo became a little alarmed at the accuracy of her
memory. It wasn't a good idea to have this babe nosing around looking
for Maria. Apparently she'd already connected the girl with the arrest
of her husband. Why else would she be so hot to find her? It hadn't
occurred to him in the flush of his easy victory that Taggart's wife
would be so ready to go out on her own, or that she would have
remembered Maria so accurately. And now she'd traced her to the Morros
turf which was definitely not a happy turn of events. Somehow he had to
get her off the track, scare her enough so she wouldn't come around
butting her nose in his business again.

"Yeah, I think somebody like that did go into the house next door," he
replied thoughtfully. "If she did, why I know the people, and I could
got the name for you."

"I don't think she'd get in touch with me," Rick's young wife replied
ruefully. "You see, it's terribly complicated." The confused reporter's
young wife suddenly felt overwhelmed with the apparent hopelessness of
the situation and with frustration at having lost her quarry after
having the good fortune to spot her on the street. It seemed like an
unnecessarily cruel twist of fate, and her eyes began to fill with
tears. "I'm terribly sorry," she apologized, "it's just that my husband
was arrested for something he didn't do, and I'm sure that girl has
some information about it that could . . . could affect his case. My
name is Nancy Taggart. My husband's a newspaper reporter and he has
been framed."

"Oh, you mean you're that Taggart guy's wife? The one arrested on the
marijuana charges?" Bernardo asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, Mrs. Taggart, why didn't you say so. Why, I think we could help
you right now."

Nancy's eyes widened hopefully at his words. "Oh, do you really think
you could? I'd be so grateful! You don't know how much it means to me!"

"Well, I think I could tell you a few things you'd be interested in,"
Bernardo said. "Just follow me."

Silently he signaled to Chico to join them, then preceded Nancy all the
way to the back of the house. Opening the door, he stepped aside to let
her pass him. No sooner were they inside, than the young wife turned in
surprise as she heard the sound of the key once again in the lock, this
time locking them in. She felt a tremor of fear as she saw Chico,
muscular and ominous-looking, and Bernardo, lean and wiry, staring at
her, smiling oddly, and she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her
stomach.



Chapter 4


"Well, well, well," Bernardo said, pocketing the key and surveying her
with interest. "So you're that no good drug-pushing reporter's wife.
You're not a bad-looking cunt, Mrs. Taggart, not bad at all!"

Nancy could hardly believe the sudden change in the young man's
attitude. "How dare you speak to me like that?" she demanded, beginning
to feel alarmed as the two young men started moving closer to her.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Mrs. Taggart," Bernardo
said, extending his hand. "My name's Bernardo Mendosa. Me and my
brother ought to be real well known to you and your husband. Me and
Salvador are the leaders of the gang your husband likes to write so
many articles about. We are the leaders of the Morros. The most famous
street gang in all of Miami!"

Nancy fell backwards as though she'd been physically struck when she
realized who he was. All at once everything fell into place, even the
strange, worn-out building Maria had led her into. Of course, she knew
about the Morros. Rick had written so many articles about the Morros
that she felt she knew each dangerous member personally. It was
interesting that Maria had come to their hideout. The marijuana had
been planted by the Morros gang, just as Rick suspected, to get him off
their backs.

"Now just what was it you wanted to talk to Maria about, Mrs. Taggart?"

"You know perfectly well what I wanted to talk to her about," Nancy
sputtered. "She came to our house the morning before my husband was
arrested and she planted those marijuana sacks, and you know it! Now
let me out of here, you . . . you cheap hoodlum!"

Bernardo and Chico exchanged amused glances at the young blonde wife's
outburst, but made no movement to open the door. "Say, man, she's real
excited, isn't she?" Chico said. "Making up stories about some niña
named Maria. You know anybody named Maria, Bernardo? I don't."

"Me neither. Never heard of anybody with that name before. Say, Chico,
I'll bet I know why she's so upset. Her hombre's been in the jail for
three nights. The little lady probably ain't been gettin' any cock, you
know? She must be just dying for a good fuck. Nobody shoved a big hot
cock up in her pussy for four whole days. Chicas go crazy after a while
if they don't get fucked good, might even start seeing things."

"Yeah, that's right. Maybe we oughta help her out, huh?"

To Nancy's horror, the muscular street-gang member reached down lewdly
and began stroking the ample bulge of his cock and balls inside his
tight trousers, grinning at her lasciviously. An icy shiver of terror
coursed through her ripe young body as the two men began advancing
slowly toward her, stalking her like wolves after their prey. Both of
them, particularly Bernardo, were more than a little high. The
reporter's wife's eyes opened wide in fear as she looked at the two
Morros members, her glance darting from one to the other, as she backed
toward the door.

"Don't you touch me," she whispered. "You're in enough trouble already.
I'll go to the police."

Her continued defiance only served to excite in Bernardo an even keener
lust. From his earliest childhood he had been surrounded by an
atmosphere permeated with the subtle sexual subjugation of women.
Shielded from most knowledge of his father's activities with the gang
when he was a child, he had nonetheless been fascinated by the Cuban
men's ability to control women. It seemed one of the most exciting
aspects of masculinity, real masculinity, to be able to get anything
you wanted from chicks. Maria and his cousin Rosita had been his
favorite opportunities to try out his own powers so far, but already he
was learning, learning that you didn't have to take any back-talk from
chicas. Now he had in his power the delectable young wife of an enemy
of the Morros and he was going to teach her and her husband a lesson
about messing around with the street gang, especially the Morros, a
lesson he was going to enjoy and they would never forget!

"You aren't goin' nowhere until we're finished with you, chica," he
slurred, grabbing Nancy's slender wrist harshly and pulling her toward
him. Christ, she had big tits, bigger than any he'd ever seen before!
Already he could feel his cock throbbing heatedly against his thigh at
just the thought of enjoying the luscious body of the girl who had
suddenly fallen into his possession. Drunken images of all the things
he'd like to do with her poured into his mind. This was a real prize!
Not just one of the gang's women who'd practically spread their legs on
demand, but an outsider, a chick who didn't know yet who was boss.
Well, he was gonna show her, all right!

Suddenly Nancy began struggling like a wildcat, twisting and kicking
with all her might, and screaming for help. Surprised at her sudden
violence, Bernardo relaxed his grip, but her freedom only lasted for an
instant. Chico intercepted her and delivered a brutal slap to the side
of her face that sent her reeling backward against the wall.

"Try that again, bitch, and next time I won't bother to open my hand.
You'll get a fistful of what you just got, and you won't look so pretty
afterwards, right Bernardo?"

"Yeah," Salvador Mendosa's degenerate younger brother replied, having
watched the sudden attack on the young reporter's wife with mounting
arousal. Chico knew how to handle women, all right, for Nancy was
cowering against the opposite wall, whimpering with the pain of the
harsh slap and obviously much more subdued.

"What'll we do with her now, Chico?" Bernardo asked, giving the older
gang member a chance to have a say in the matter.

Chico grinned. "Let's see what kind of woman we got here."

Grabbing Nancy's arm, he pulled her roughly into the middle of the
dingy room, then held her arms tight behind her back. "Go ahead,
Bernardo" he urged. "Get her naked."

"No! No!" Nancy pleaded. "Leave me alone, please!" Why was this
happening to her? Why?

But the two gang members were deaf to her pleas. Insolently, Bernardo
began unbuttoning the front of her dress, ripping off the buttons that
his fingers couldn't undo easily. Pushing the thin cotton material
roughly aside, he began a lewd caress of her huge, softly billowing
tits, still clad in her white silk slip and bra.

Abandoning the attempt to undress her in the ordinary way, he reached
into his jacket, withdrew a switchblade, and proceeded to slice through
the thin straps of her undergarments. Then he pushed her slip and bra
downward around her waist so that the quivering white mounds of her
titties were nakedly exposed to his lust-filled gaze.

Nancy squirmed helplessly in Chico's iron grip as the completely amoral
gang member began a lewdly insulting caress of her heaving tits,
squeezing and kneading them shamelessly while the two Morros continued
their obscene jests about her.

"Shit, I'll bet Taggart's really anxious to get out of jail and get
home to these tits," Bernardo joked, bouncing the huge mounds on his
hands and tweaking her nipples teasingly until Nancy felt little
knifelike stabs of sensation in the tender flesh, which now began to
tighten and stand out from the surrounding aureoles.

"Maybe we could send him a letter to tell him we're taking care of his
wife for him," Chico suggested, and they laughed drunkenly at their own
humor.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Nancy moaned helplessly. "What do you
want from me?"

"Oh baby, this is all for you," Bernardo insisted, his voice full of
feigned kindness. "We just want to give you something nice to think
about next time you or your hubby are tempted to make trouble for the
Morros gang, that's all!"

Savoring the young wife's look of fear and utter humiliation, Bernardo
Mendosa reached up under her skirt and began stroking the smooth nylon-
clad flesh of her thigh, pushing the material of her dress and slip
upwards out of the way. Nancy felt his hand on the bare flesh at the
top of her stockings, and inwardly she cursed herself for having been
so foolhardy as to come into the neighborhood alone and try to find
Maria on her own. She should have called the police when she saw the
girl, not followed her right into the hangout of the gang who was
responsible for her husband's arrest. Now she would be lucky, probably,
if she got out of here alive!

Bernardo by now was lewdly worming his fingers under the tight elastic
legband of her white nylon panties, oblivious to the restraints of her
encumbering clothing, and Nancy cringed as she felt his fingers graze
lightly over the soft cushion of her trembling pussy mound and then
relentlessly insinuate themselves into the narrow split between them.
It was incomprehensible to the captive reporter's wife that Bernardo or
anyone could be so corrupt.

Now Chico's hands reached around from behind her and seized the softly
trembling flesh of her nakedly quivering tits, while his fellow Morro
continued his lewd searching at the entrance to her tightly clenched
cunthole. Nancy was sandwiched helplessly between the two unscrupulous
hoodlums, her legs forced open by the obscene pressure of Bernardo's
hands. She no longer tried to fight them, mindful of the terrifying
switchblade that Bernardo had produced so readily from beneath his
jacket, and also hoping that if she surrendered, her ordeal would be
over sooner.

"Nice tight pussy," Bernardo hissed, pressing his extended middle
finger forward, up into the tight recesses of her cunt. "Just the way I
like 'em!"

Nancy tried to close her ears to the crudity of the two depraved
street-gang members, forcing her mind to think of other things, of
Rick, of home, of anything that would dull the sharp edge of terror and
humiliation she felt. But suddenly Bernardo forced her back to reality
by dropping to his knees in front of her and, reaching all the way up
underneath her dress and slip, gripping the tight elastic waistband of
her panties and drawing them down over her long slender legs!

Flinging them aside, he forced her legs even farther apart and, placing
his hands on her naked hips, spread the blonde-fringed lips of her
pussy wide apart with his thumbs, exposing the pinkly glistening flesh
of her tender cunt to his lust-filled gaze. Inserting his middle finger
in between her cringing cuntlips, the depraved Morros leader began a
tantalizing massage of the tiny bud of her clit which, with her fleece-
lined pussylips spread so wide, stood out prominently from the
surrounding flesh.

Involuntarily Nancy emitted a groan as a tremor of unwanted pleasure
coursed through her nakedly exposed young body, now assaulted, it
seemed, from every direction by the lewdly rampaging hands of her
tormentors, for while Bernardo was exploring the hidden recesses of her
cunt and clit, Chico was still pinching and squeezing her now achingly
erect nipples, until the sensations from both areas synchronized, and
the tormented young reporter's wife began to feel an unwanted heat that
twisted and churned erotically throughout her body with rapidly growing
intensity.

Oh no, she thought desperately. Not that, please. Not now, not like
this! In the situation she was in now, it seemed the most shameful
thing in the world to her that her body should suddenly begin to
respond to these hoodlums' lewd manipulations. But it was true!

Bernardo noticed it, too, for a sudden gush of her hot pussy juices
cascaded downward from her cunt over his obscenely probing fingers. The
awareness that despite all her protests and the humiliation of her
situation the young blonde was becoming hotly excited by his lewd
fingerfucking set off skyrockets of lust in his brain. With a growl of
pure lust, he suddenly lowered his head and still keeping his middle
finger firmly screwed deep inside Nancy's tingling pussy, began sucking
on the distended nubbin of her tiny-sensitive clit.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhh," Nancy moaned, as hot flashes of
irresistible desire tore through her lewdly splayed loins with the
force of a tornado.

Desperately she tried to wriggle away from the tantalizing sensation,
but she was powerless against the overwhelming strength of the muscular
Chico, whose arms still encircled her tightly. And another force, too,
had to be contended with - the force of her own body's always ravenous
desires which, now, in the clubhouse of the Morros gang, was clamoring
for release.

As Bernardo Mendosa's tongue whirled and danced over her nakedly
throbbing clit and his middle finger fucked ruthlessly deep inside her
clenching pussyhole, Nancy was horrified to realize that her struggles
were gradually subsiding, as though she had no will of her own. Every
inch of her nearly naked body was alive with a desperate hunger she
could neither suppress nor deny. All she could do was lean back
helplessly against the massive bulk of Chico's body, while the
obscenely aroused gang member continued his lewd oral caresses.

Bernardo could barely contain his own excitement as his lips and tongue
continued to tease and lick at Nancy's pinkly swollen little clit, and
his middle finger probed at her tender cunt flesh until he could feel
the hard tip of her cervix deep inside her cum-slick pussy. He forced a
second finger up inside the slippery hole, and then began opening and
closing them in a lewd scissoring motion that made the ravaged young
reporter's wife writhe in sensual delight. She was digging it, really
digging being fingerfucked, Bernardo thought triumphantly. This was the
way to handle a woman, for sure! Drive 'em crazy with fucking and slap
'em silly if they gave you any trouble!

His cock and balls were throbbing wildly with unreleased cum, and he
began to become impatient for his own satisfaction. Standing up
suddenly, the younger gang leader began undoing his belt and unzipping
the front of his trousers. He was going to screw this bitch silly right
here and now! Fuck her senseless with all his might, and when he was
through with her, she'd know better than ever to let her husband mess
around with the Morros gang.

Nancy was weeping hysterically now, in short guttural sobs that shook
her whole naked body, both from fear and humiliation, and with the
sudden cessation of the powerful desires that had roused her nakedly
trembling young body to unbelievable heights of passion. Now the
captive reporter's wife watched in horror and fascination as Bernardo's
huge, lust-swollen cock burst forth from the confines of his tight
Levi's and swayed blindly in the air like some menacing instrument of
torture and release.

He was going to fuck her with it, she knew, compel her to take its huge
throbbing thickness into her softly pulsing pussy depths right here in
the presence of another Morros member who was holding her, and whose
own rigidly straining shaft she could feel through her clothing along
the crease of her asscheeks, throbbing in heated excitement at the
possibility of seeing her fucked by one of his leaders.

Perhaps - Nancy's mind reeled at the thought - perhaps they would both
screw her forcibly! There was nothing to stop them, after all. Helpless
to defend herself in any way, Nancy saw Bernardo coming toward her, his
hand gripping his heavily throbbing young prick, while his mouth curled
upward in a smile that was at once cruel and oddly exciting.

To Nancy's eyes, he seemed to move like a figure from a dream, silently
and in seemingly slow motion. To her own horror, she felt her heart
beating faster in anticipation as he approached, even while every ounce
of her consciousness resisted the horrible attack to which she knew she
would momentarily have to submit. Her pussy contracted hotly of its own
volition, as though it couldn't wait to have Bernardo's thickly pulsing
cock fucking into its hungry depths.

Now the young gang leader was directly in front of her, so close that
Rick's naked young wife could feel his warm breath on her naked skin as
he rubbed the velvety tip of his hugely throbbing cock against the
softness of her naked belly, causing her to moan helplessly with
unwanted excitement. A slight shifting of Chico's position forced her
to flex her knees a little, placing the entrance to her wetly
glistening pussylips exactly against the massive cock-head of the young
gang member.

"Oh, please, don't do this to me," she groaned, pleading as much with
the capricious forces that governed her own bodily responses as with
the lust-driven man whose heavily jerking prick was already beginning
to screw upwards into her cum-drenched cunthole.

To her surprise, this time her pleas seemed to have some effect, for
not only did Bernardo's cock disappear from its position between her
lewdly splayed thighs, but Chico also stopped his tantalizing caress of
her naked tits. Opening her eyes, Nancy saw that Bernardo was looking
beyond her to one of the doors. Twisting her body around to follow
their gaze, Nancy saw that another young Morros gang member, a little
older than the other two, had entered the room and was looking at the
lewdly occupied trio.

Salvador Mendosa, leader of the Morros gang, looked first at his
younger brother and then at the young blonde with the sensuously naked
body who was trying desperately to cover up her voluptuous form.

It wasn't just the lewdly undraped blonde that riveted Salvador's eyes
to the wild scene, although the sight of her naked body pressed
backward against Chico's massive bulk started an immediate lusty
pounding in his cock, but the sight of his younger brother, his face
twisted in a lascivious smile as his hands began to ease his thickly
jerking prick up into the blondely furred pussy of his captive. It
seemed to Bernardo's brother that Bernardo had really grown up. He had
always known that of course; in some ways he had always considered his
brother a man. Still, even with all of Bernardo's boasting, he had just
never realized how much of a man he really was, until this very moment.

But there was something else, too, a look in Bernardo's eyes that was
so familiar to his brother, a certain spirit of rebellion and defiance
that shone confidently out of him. That was it, confidence. Salvador
realized suddenly that it was the same kind of look he had glared out
at the world when he had become leader of the Morros gang as his father
had before him. For the first time, he realized the truth of what
Bernardo had been telling him for months, that he was a man in all
ways, just as Salvador and the rest of the gang were.

"Bernardo, Chico," he said after a moment. "You two clear out, I have
some talking to do with this woman." When the younger Mendosa hesitated
at his brother's command to leave, Salvador's reaction was sharp and
sudden, like the leader he was, asserting his leadership to those in
his command. "You heard me, Bernardo, I said get out, didn't I? And get
your cock back in your pants!"

Startled, Bernardo did as he was told, but not before a dark look of
resentment crossed his features.

"And Bernardo," his older brother called after him as he went toward
the door, "No Morros does anything like this without consulting me
first. Comprende?"

His face crimson, the self-willed younger Mendosa nodded shortly, then
disappeared into the darkness of the dingy building, followed by Chico.



Chapter 5


Once the other two gang members had gone Salvador turned his attention
to Nancy Taggart, who was still standing half-naked in the center of
the filthy room, nervously clutching around her curvaceous body what
little remained of her bra and slip and the unbuttoned bodice of her
dress. Still unnerved by the encounter with his younger brother,
Salvador scarcely looked at the reporter's wife, whose recent naked
trembling was sharply etched in his brain, but he knew who she was and
who her husband was.

"You can put your clothes on behind that wall over there," he said,
nodding in the direction of the other end of the room where a wall had
been opened up into the next room.

Rick Taggart's young wife was still in a state of near-shock from her
lewd manhandling by Bernardo and Chico, and was grateful for the
opportunity to retreat for a few moments before confronting yet another
ominous member of the Morros gang. Gathering up her limp pair of white
nylon panties from the floor where they had been flung in her struggles
with Salvador's younger brother and the other Morros, she made her way
unsteadily into the hole in the wall and into the other room to repair
her ravaged appearance and jumbled thoughts.

Her heart pounded fearfully at the knowledge that she was now in the
presence of Salvador Mendosa, whose exploits in the world of street
gangs were widely known throughout the city. What had she gotten
herself into, she thought, as she dressed herself in her battered
clothes. She was right in the middle of a potentially dangerous
situation, and her only desire was to get out as quickly as possible.

Growing up in a secluded section of the East where, as far as she knew,
life was still lived in the relatively honest spirit that she had
always enjoyed, the young blonde had never fully grasped the reality of
a life where joining a street gang was the only hope of survival. In
her world, the existence of a gang like the Morros was a product of the
imagination only, the subject for best-selling novels and movies, but
never actually a force that she herself would have to contend with. But
her encounter with Bernardo and Chico brought home to her the
relentless brutality of life on the streets of the ghetto.

These men would stop at nothing, she realized, to protect themselves.
Perhaps Rick Taggart was wrong to try to expose them and destroy them.
Already he was in jail, and she had been saved from a brutal rape by
two hoodlums only by the unexpected intervention of the Morros gang
leader himself, and she had no idea what fate awaited her when she went
out into the other room. Frightened nearly out of her wits, the abused
young reporter's wife's only thoughts centered on removing herself and
her husband from danger.

"Now, what the hell are you doing down here on Morros turf?" Salvador
asked her when she finally climbed back through the hole in the wall
separating the two rooms. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He
was going to really make her squirm.

"My name is Nancy Taggart," the beautiful blonde replied in a trembling
voice. "My husband is Rick Taggart, the reporter who's supposed to
write a series of articles about you and about your gang the Morros and
about street gangs in general."

Salvador, leaning up against a wall, laughed shortly at her words.
"From what I read in his own newspaper, your husband's gonna be too
busy writing articles about himself to have any time to write articles
about the Morros. Selling grass to high school students - still a
serious crime in this state," he informed her, looking very serious.

Nancy fought down an angry reply. She had to tread carefully now, and
she knew it instinctively.

"My husband has never even smoked any marijuana, let alone sold it to
anyone, kids included," she replied vehemently. "The day he was
arrested, a Spanish girl came to our house saying she had something to
tell Rick for his newspaper article. I went into the kitchen to get her
a cup of coffee because she was crying, and when I came back she was
gone. That afternoon the cops got an anonymous phone call saying that
Rick was selling grass. They came over to the house and found all that
marijuana. It must have been planted by that Spanish girl."

"That still doesn't explain what you are doing in Morros territory,"
Salvador said noncommittally, although he listened to her story with
interest. "I mean, lady, this is a dangerous neighborhood for a gringa
to walk into alone."

"I know, but I had to," Nancy continued. "I had to find that girl, I
had to clear my husband's name. I saw her on the street a few minutes
after I got here and followed her. I was pretty sure she came into this
house. When I asked about her, your brother and that other Morro
brought me in here. And that's all I know."

"What did the girl look like?" Salvador asked casually.

Nancy again described Maria's appearance, but the gang leader already
knew who the young Spanish girl was, because after all, he had sent her
to the Taggart house in the first place. Pretty soon she was going to
be out on the streets to support her habit, like a lot of other girls
in the neighborhood. So it was Maria who'd done him the favor of
getting Taggart off their backs. She had done it for enough money to
buy herself a fix for a week.

"So you followed her into a cruddy old building in this neighborhood
knowing the risk you were taking?"

"Well," Nancy replied, choosing her words carefully, "I wasn't thinking
of risk at the time. The most important thing on my mind was finding
that girl and clearing my husband."

Salvador smiled indulgently. "Yeah, but look what happened to you
because you weren't thinking about what you were doing. It was damn
lucky for you I came along. But the fact is, Mrs. Taggart, I don't know
nothing about any girl like you described. That description fits most
of the women on our turf. Anyway, we have nothing against your husband.
I mean, he's just doing his job, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right," Nancy answered, after looking at the Morros
leader for a moment. She had no real reason to trust his word, but
something about the way he swore his innocence impressed her. In fact,
her whole impression of Salvador Mendosa, the supposedly dangerous
leader of the Morros was rapidly becoming very different from what she
had expected from her husband's descriptions of him.

"Well, then, who planted the grass on him?"

"Well, even a reporter's wife doesn't know all of the stories he is
working on. Maybe somebody else had something to hide that he was
finding out about and this was their way of getting him out of the
way."

The powerfully built Morros leader was beginning to enjoy the little
game he was playing with Rick Taggart's naive young wife. Surveying her
calmly from beneath his heavy eyelids, he couldn't help noticing that
Nancy was exceptionally beautiful, with a face and figure that looked
as if they were made for fucking. I wouldn't mind throwing a fuck into
her, he found himself thinking as his eyes wandered over her wavy
blonde hair and the huge, softly swelling contours of her tits. A
button had ripped off the front of her dress and in the space it left,
he could see the tantalizing shadow of her cleavage, a deep canyon
between the soft mounds of her hugely billowing tits.

He remembered, too, with a sudden rush of keenly felt sexual
excitement, the image of this voluptuous blonde girl as she had been
when he first entered the derelict room, her lush body nearly naked,
her long white legs wide apart to receive the throbbing length of his
younger brother's pulsing cock. She'd been scared, yes, but also
flushed with desire for it. Christ, a kid like Bernardo wouldn't even
know what to do with a body like that, Salvador thought. This chica
oughta be laid by a real man, not some relatively inexperienced little
man like his younger brother or her own husband. She'd probably never
really been turned on in her life. An idea began to form in Salvador's
scheming brain, a scurrilous idea whose moral aspects he didn't even
bother to question.

"Of course," he said, moving away from the wall and walking casually
around the garbage cluttered room, "there's no reason why we can't help
each other out, is there?"

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"Well," he paused, standing behind her, "I got a lot of connections in
this neighborhood, you know. It's possible, just possible that I might
be able to get some information about this Maria you need to talk to."

Nancy turned to face him, looking up at him with eyes wide with
disbelief and sudden hope. "Oh, do you think you could? You don't know
how grateful I'd be if I thought that you could help me clear my
husband."

"Just how grateful would you be?"

"What do you mean?"

"One good turn deserves another, doesn't it? What would I get out of
finding this chica and making her talk to the cops?"

Puzzled, Nancy tried to interpret what he was asking her. "I . . . I
don't have much influence over what my husband chooses to write about
in his newspaper articles, if that's what you mean," she began, but
Salvador cut her off in mid-sentence.

"I don't care what he writes about," he replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" Nancy asked in the tense silence that
followed.

In answer, Salvador let his eyes rove slowly over her ripe young body,
while his tongue licked slowly over his narrow lips. The full meaning
of his gesture washed over Nancy in long waves, causing her to blush to
the roots of her hair. He was offering to help Rick if . . . if she
would let him fuck her pussy, she realized in horror, her whole body
rippling with shame as she remembered the way she must have looked when
he came in. She had been rescued from Bernardo and Chico only to be
brutalized once more, this time by the leader of the Morros gang
himself.

"I think . . . I think I'd rather try and find her on my own," she
replied softly, still blushing with shame. "That is, if I have any
choice."

"Suit yourself," Salvador replied. "It's your husband who'll be in jail
for the next few years. Maybe you'll like that."

"Not if the police find that girl Maria," Nancy retorted desperately.
"Once they prove she left those things at the house, they'll have to
let Rick go."

"I got a feeling that when you find Maria, if you do, she's gonna have
five people ready to swear she was praying in Church that day,"
Salvador answered, smiling tauntingly at the naive young reporter's
wife.

Something in his eyes made Nancy shiver inwardly with fear. Her earlier
trust of the Morros gang leader faded as she realized the unspoken
implications of what he was saying. If he could get Rick off, he could
also provide an alibi for Maria. Perhaps he already had. He was
silently telling her that he and his gang had already won, and
threatening that if she didn't cooperate, things would only get worse.
Rick Taggart's life would be ruined, and he would spend the next five
years in prison besides, unless she gave in to the obscene demands of
Salvador Mendosa.

Salvador watched with interest as her face reflected the inner conflict
she felt. Finally, she bowed her head in defeat.

"What do I have to do?" she asked softly, in a shame-ridden voice.

"Why don't you start by taking your clothes off, and we'll pick up
where you and Bernardo left off."

Burning with shame, Nancy began to do as she was told. What does it
matter, she thought numbly as she unbuttoned her dress. Deep in her
heart she felt she was no better than a whore, anyway, for having
responded so shamelessly to this man's brother's caresses. Why, she
would have enjoyed being raped by the young hoodlum, enjoyed it! She
was a whore! Why not act like one? At least she was selling her body
for a good cause. And maybe, she thought bitterly, maybe it'll even be
fun. I love to be fucked by my husband, why not by other men as well?
They all have cocks and I have a cunt. And I don't have any trouble
getting excited, oh no!

Salvador watched with mounting lust as her dress fell in a heap around
her ankles. He had retreated back to the wall he had leaned against
before where he had a perfect view of the voluptuous blonde disrobing
in the center of the room.

His thick cock increased its hungry pounding within his tight, well-
washed blue jeans as her tantalizing body was revealed bit by bit to
his gaze. First thing off was her dress, which left her hugely
ballooning tits totally naked, since she had been unable to refasten
her bra after Bernardo had sliced through the shoulder straps with his
switchblade. Salvador felt as though he could cum in his pants right
there at the first sight of those satin-smooth mounds of her tits
tipped with darkly quivering points of blushing coral.

He watched with mounting excitement as she stepped out of her slip,
then kicked off her shoes. All these tasks she performed mechanically,
as though she were superior to them, and every angle of her body
communicated to the burly street-gang leader her hate and contempt for
what he was forcing her to do. That's, okay, he thought to himself.
It'll make it all the better when she finally starts wriggling like a
bitch in heat after I shove my cock up her tight pink pussy! I like
women with fire in them.

"Wait a minute," he commanded as the young reporter's wife slipped her
slender fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon
panties and began lowering them over the inviting swell of her hips.
"Come over here."

Pushing back away from the wall, Salvador motioned for her to stand
between him and the wall. Shaking with anger and fear, Nancy walked
over and stood in front of him, refusing to meet the thug's eyes.

After gazing lasciviously at the softly trembling plane of her belly
through the flimsy panty material, Salvador grasped her lushly flaring
hips and turned her around. First he ran his hands over the surface of
her sensuously rounded asscheeks, then he gripped the waist-band of the
panties with his thumbs and lowered them slowly over her ass, leaving
them bunched in a thin white line around her knees. Forcing himself to
restrain the lust which was making his balls ache painfully and his
cock swell and jerk impatiently against his thigh, Salvador's fingers
slowly explored her moon-shaped asscheeks, his mind seething with wild
lustful desires. He'd show the world that Salvador Mendosa was still on
top of the heap, no matter what they thought. He was still the leader
of the Morros, the most feared and respected gang in all of Miami.

He tried to separate Nancy's asscheeks with his hand, but she clenched
them tightly shut against him. Following the line of her nether crease
downward, his middle finger found the already slippery hole to her cunt
which, aroused but unsatisfied by Bernardo's manual and oral
manipulations, had never ceased to secrete a steady flow of hot,
welcoming pussy juices. His fingers coated with the musky-smelling
fluid, Salvador stood behind her, his face breaking into a sadistic
smile. "You don't fool me, bitch," he hissed, twisting his middle
finger cruelly upward into her tight little cunthole. "You really want
this fucking. You're creaming for it already! Now move into the hall
and lean over those stairs."

Nancy could hardly believe her ears as she heard the street-gang
leader's obscene command. She had felt totally humiliated before, with
Bernardo and Chico, but this, this was too much! To be forced, with her
panties like a lewd hobble around her knees, to bend nakedly over some
stairs in a deserted house that the Morros gang used as a hideout,
while he did as he pleased with her helpless naked body, was the worst
degradation to which she had ever been subjected. She was being forced
to consent, to do as the lust-corrupted gang member demanded of her own
free will. It was horrible! Horrible! But she really had no choice. If
she didn't comply, her young reporter-husband would rot in jail for
months, even years for something he had not even done. Fighting down
tears of shame and humiliation, the subjugated young blonde walked out
into the hall with Salvador following close behind her and leaned over
the first five steps of the staircase leading up to the landing, her
hugely billowing titties crushed against the cold, uneven wood surface.

Unzipping his fly, Salvador withdrew his massive, lust-swollen prick
from his pants and positioned it against her wetly gushing pussyhole
from behind. "Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see
straight!"

"Do whatever you want," Nancy replied numbly. "I don't care."

"Oh yes, you do," Salvador snarled, running his thickly pulsing shaft
harshly up and down the length of her trembling asscrack. "You do want
me to fuck you. Maybe you can pull the wool over the eyes of young
punks like my brother Bernardo and your old man, but I know women. You
want me to fuck you, don't you? Don't you?" Salvador punctuated his
last words with a sharp lunge forward that drove the tip of his huge,
cunt-stretching cockhead between her cringing pussy lips and just
inside the entrance of her cunt, stretching wide the tender flesh at
the opening and then rotating lewdly around just inside.

His lewd gesture sent a thunderclap of stinging lust coursing through
Nancy's jackknifed body, and her pussy walls contracted hungrily around
the gang leader's heavily throbbing prick as though wanting to draw him
even farther up inside her.

"Yes," Nancy moaned, weary of trying to subdue her own raging desires.
"Yes, I want it. I want it! I want it!!!" She did want it. Why not
admit it? She couldn't fight it any more.

Towering above her like a crazed animal, Salvador licked his lips in
triumph. Instinctively he knew what she was going through. This was the
moment he enjoyed most, when he finally brought out the whore in a
woman. He could do anything with her now, anything! Growling with
triumph, he suddenly fell forward over her naked back, his weight
smashing the nearly hysterical young reporter's wife's tits even harder
against the stairwell steps. His massively pulsating cock fucked deep
into her welcoming cunthole, pushing the hot juicy flesh of her pussy
in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud
groan from, Salvador's lips, his cum-laden balls smacked heavily into
the naked flesh of her smoothly tapered thighs.

"Oh God, oh God!" Nancy cried beneath him, gripping the stairs for
support. She had never been so filled with cock in her life. His huge,
lust-swollen prick felt like a huge hot log inside her hungry pussy
depths. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on its entire blood-
engorged length that she couldn't feel.

Gripping the soft flesh of her hips, Salvador steadied himself and then
began a slow lewd rocking motion, in and out of her tightly clutching
cunt from behind. He hadn't felt as hot in months as he did now, now
that his aching cock was firmly embedded deep in the tight pink pussy
of his enemy's wife. He felt like a bull, a sexual demon, potent and
powerful as he rotated his hugely pulsing staff around inside Nancy's
gradually widening cunthole. He'd show this nosy bitch who was boss!
He'd show them all! Salvador Mendosa's eyes glazed with lust and a
light sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked down at the nakedly
subjugated body bent over before him. His hands made white impressions
on her softly jiggling asscheeks as he fucked in and out with his
massive prick, slowly at first, then building up speed, until each
stroke made a lewd wet sluicing sound as his cock plunged forward and
then pulled back again. By bracing himself against the stairs, he found
he could press forward against the helpless young girl until his prick
rammed against the hard wall of her cervix deep inside her tightly
cringing pussyhole, and Taggart's young wife moaned with sensual
delirium and pain.

The fucking was hurting her now, he could tell. Her knuckles were white
as they gripped the edge of one of the steps and her face was contorted
into an agonized grimace with each forward lunge of his brutally
pistoning cock. Harshly Salvador fastened his lips on the naked flesh
of her milk-white neck and shoulders, biting and sucking hard, and
raising little welts on her tender skin, at the same time slowing his
pace to a lust-inciting rotating motion punctuated with sudden rough
forward strokes that drove deep into Nancy's cunt, setting off
skyrockets of mounting sexual hunger in her helplessly pinioned loins.

Every inch of Nancy's naked young body felt tinglingly alive, as though
nerve endings she didn't even know existed had suddenly begun sending
messages of sharp desire to her brain. Her own sexuality was excited
nearly to the point of madness by all the stimulation she had received
in the past few hours, and it seemed to be gathering force inside her -
the irresistible wild force of nature suddenly unleashed and hurling
aside everything in its path. Whatever objections her mind raised, her
body wanted this! Needed this harsh brutal fucking with every lust-
tensed fibre.

Unconsciously, she began to groan in an animal-like way as Salvador
continued to fuck his massive cock deep in and out of her now clasping
pussy, and they were harsh sounds that seemed to come from some
previously locked and bolted part of herself, as she twisted and
writhed wantonly backwards onto the expert gang leader's forward-
thrusting prick. Her eyes were closed, and she had lost consciousness
of everything except the new world of delicious sensation that the
Morros leader's heavily throbbing cock opened to her with its every
battering stroke.

Forgotten was her husband Rick, forgotten her fear and terror. She was
an animal, a lusty, sex-crazed female animal whose existence centered
on only one thing: to be filled to the bursting point with an enormous
fucking prick. She loved it! She wanted it to go on forever! Nothing
mattered except the fire that raged in her hotly trembling loins,
consuming her totally as Salvador Mendosa fucked into her like a lust-
crazed madman.

Reaching down around her nakedly prostrate form, Salvador began a harsh
massage of her sensuously quivering titties, squeezing the soft flesh
until Nancy moaned uncontrollably. His entire bulk was stretched out
over her back, and he was so tightly pressed against her hot trembling
nakedness that it seemed to the aroused young reporter's wife that his
body was an extension of hers. Together they formed one heaving,
thrashing bulk concentrated on only one thing - the release of the
tumultuous, overpowering drive that possessed them both and drove them
onward toward a magnificent, mind-shattering cum.

Abandoning any attempt at maintaining her pride and dignity, Nancy
arched her body and drove her ass backward against her muscular
assailant's loins, grinding her hips and twisting against him in order
to receive every millimeter of his deeply fucking shaft. Delirious with
unquenched passion, she had no conscious will any longer, only the mute
and irresistible desire to fuck, to open, to explode with the passion
that filled her trembling body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhh," she groaned, as deep inside her, she
began to feel a totally new and thrilling sensation. It was as though
her belly were dissolving in a curiously pain-tinged heat that surged
throughout her body in long flooding waves, melting any feelings of
shame she had left. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before,
even with Rick! Tears of relief coursed unnoticed down her cheeks as
she ground herself backwards against Salvador's ironlike pillar of
flesh. All she was aware of was the feeling of release, as though a dam
had burst, releasing a flood of physical feeling more intense and
enjoyable than anything she had ever felt in her life.

"Oh God, oh God, don't stop, I'm cumming," she moaned as the feeling
carried her away. "I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmmmminnnnng!"

Above her, his body stimulated by the obvious changes in the writhing
blonde's response, Salvador could feel his own cum approaching, too.
The unbearable force was gathering in his lust-heated balls and
spiraling up the length of his furiously plunging cock, gathering
momentum with each vicious lunge into Nancy's greedily milking
cunthole, and he was there.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he cried in lustful torment.

A force greater than himself was suddenly unleashed in his throbbing
loins, forcing his slippery, creamlike torrent of cum upward, until it
jetted forth uncontrollably into the warm, hot recesses of Nancy's
hungrily devouring pussy. On and on it came, until the Morros gang
leader could only brace himself against his young victim's sweat-
streaked body and surrender to the onslaught of his mind-exploding cum,
his eyes closed as his scalding cock-juices cascaded into her welcoming
cunt depths.

Finally it was over. Nancy felt his prick gradually go limp inside her
and slip out, trailing a lewd slippery stream of cum over her naked
thighs. Lost in the peace of her brain-emptying cum, she hesitated a
moment before pushing herself up from the stairwell and into a standing
position.

Her legs were trembling, as though they could hardly support the weight
of her body, and she felt tinglingly alive, yet relaxed all over. Not
trusting herself to confront her lewd extortionist face to face, she
hastily grabbed her clothes and retreated again into the room to dress,
without ever looking at Salvador. She almost wanted to thank Salvador
Mendosa for the wonderful fucking he had just given her, but knew that
that was silly. She would try to stop Rick from writing his article
about the gang, however. It seemed only fair, in some way that she
didn't fully understand.

She was more than a little startled, therefore, when she went back into
the hallway, to find Salvador seated on the stairs smoking a cigarette,
a contemptuous look on his stony features as he watched her approach.
It was as though nothing had happened at all, and Nancy stood awkwardly
in the center of the hallway not knowing what to say.

"When will you find the girl?" she finally asked when Salvador said
nothing.

"Find what girl? I told you before that your description fits almost
every single girl in the area. Like finding a needle in a haystack."

Nancy Taggart felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she
realized what the gang leader was saying. He wasn't going to help her.
What he had said before had only been said so that she would let him
fuck her willingly; he had not meant a word of it. Well, two could play
the game. She would get even with this bastard, with all the Morros
before this thing was over with. They would be sorry that they had ever
tangled with the Taggarts, and with that thought and a contemptuous
look at Salvador Mendosa, Nancy picked up her purse and left the house.



Chapter 6


It took several days for Nancy Taggart to decide on a plan of action
that would get her revenge on the Mendosa brothers and the Morros gang
in general, and at the same time, prove her husband innocent of the
charges he was being held for. But when it had finally worked itself
out, Nancy worked quickly to get together the things she would need to
make her plan work.

The items she removed from her closet drawers and placed on her bed
were mostly clothing, although they were not the kind of clothing she
normally wore. Lighting a cigarette, Rick's young wife began to pace
around the spacious bedroom, deep in thought.

Nancy, she told herself inwardly, you're being a fool. Just because
Rick's been victimized by some gang of juvenile delinquents and you've
been brutalized by those young punks is no reason to think you can get
even with them, ruin them. It's absolutely ridiculous to even think
about it.

Yet even as she struggled with herself, a deeper feeling rose that
easily thrust aside the reasonable part of her mind that struggled
futilely to dissuade her from the strange scheme. This feeling was
revenge, pure and simple. The trusting blonde girl had been shocked and
abused in a way she had never thought possible, and her own reporter-
husband was behind bars, the victim of those hoodlums' frame. At first
the full realization of what was happening had paralyzed her
completely, to the extent that she had seriously considered leaving her
home in Miami and going to visit her sister. But after two days of
weeping and self-pity, an inexorable desire for revenge had begun to
consume her. And out of this desire for vengeance, she had formed a
plan.

Stamping out her cigarette, she closed the curtains on the window and
then quickly began to undress until she was completely naked, her
cream-white skin glowing softly in the muted afternoon sunlight. She
picked up one of the items of clothing she had dug out from the back of
the closet, a pair of extra-short Levi's she wore only in the house.
The young blonde wife examined the skimpy garment slowly, her face
registering mixed feelings of determination and doubt.

"I . . . I can't wear these in public," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly she threw the shorts down onto the bed, turning away
anxiously, as if once more regretting her detailed scheme. Then she
suddenly remembered something her young husband had once said to her
the last time she had worn them around the house.

"Honey," her husband's remark echoed in her mind, "you look terrific.
If I didn't have to go to work today, I'd pull you down and fuck you as
you stand."

Once more Rick's young wife went to the bed and picked up the cut-off
Levi's. Then, with trembling fingers, she began to put on the short
pants, wriggling her young body as she pulled the tight-fitting cut-
offs over her full firm thighs and hips. Finally they were zipped up,
clinging to Nancy's curvaceous legs and sensuously rounded asscheeks
like a gleaming second skin.

It was the first time the young blonde had ever worn anything without
underwear and the sensation of the soft, well-worn denim material on
her naked flesh was unexpectedly thrilling, particularly where the soft
cotton snuggled up into her thin pussy cleft, giving her crotch the
appearance of two shiny scarlet lips as the supple material molded to
every ridge of her soft young cunt.

She walked over toward the full-length bathroom mirror, her heart
beating fast as she realized with surprise that she was growing almost
. . . almost excited at the way the short pants clung tautly to her
young ripe form, and rode up to expose a tiny glimpse of her smooth
asscheeks.

Seeing herself clad in only the short shorts made the young wife gasp
as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, looking almost like a
streetwalker out to get a trick. At first she didn't like the blatantly
seductive appearance, but after a few moments she became somewhat
pleased that she was able to transform herself like that, and it was
undeniable that there was a certain erotic charge in her body due to
the shorts. Quickly she returned to the bed and put on another item
from the back of her closet. It had been a present from Rick, a little
something he said to wear around the house when no one was around, a
bright pink silk wrap-around blouse, almost no more than a scarf
wrapped around her tits. The soft material clung magically to Nancy's
hugely ballooning tits and when she returned to the mirror she caught
her breath at the wildly erotic image she beheld.

Yes, she thought to herself decisively, yes, this is just what I need.
This will do fine.

Her timidity and embarrassment were gone now, and her blue eyes
glittered with a strange satisfaction. She wanted revenge on Salvador
Mendosa and his brother and all the cheap hoodlums who belonged to the
Morros gang or any other gang like them. Oh, yes, they were street-wise
punks, but the young blonde reporter's wife knew she had a weapon to
fight them with.

She knew that those hoodlums, especially the Cubans or any Latins, had
no respect for women, that all females were merely machines to satisfy
their sadistic lusts, animals to be played with and abused, humiliated
and treated like fourth-class citizens. And yet in an odd sort of way,
she understood that a woman was central to their lifestyle, for without
a female to brutalize as they wished, they had no gauge for their
manhood, no way to assert themselves as dominant, all-powerful males.

Nancy smiled perversely as she realized that for all the contempt they
displayed toward her, she understood that their attitude toward women
was their fatal weakness, and that a woman, if she wanted to, could
wrap any one of those thugs around her little finger by using that most
formidable of weapons - her sex. Behind their cruel eyes, their
braggart manner, their crude behavior, Rick's young wife knew that
these gang members were frightened, foolish young men committing
endless criminal acts to satisfy their need for power, and humiliating
women to insure themselves of their omnipotency and dominance. And now,
the young blonde was going to use what she knew about them to trick
Salvador Mendosa's younger brother Bernardo into revealing what he knew
about her husband's arrest and other Morros activities. With luck, with
a great deal of luck, she hoped to seduce the dark-haired young Cuban
gang-member and get him to talk and then she was going to expose the
gang like her husband never could.

She stood before the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance, and trying to
cope with the recurring fears that echoed in her brain, fears that
argued violently against her plan. Did she really think she could get
away with it? Wasn't she just leaving herself wide open for more brutal
fucking? Was all her scheming and planning merely the foolish fantasy
of a naive young wife suddenly faced with the stark realities of the
real life on the streets? Maybe . . . maybe all of it was true. But the
blonde girl also knew that those Morros had taken away the one thing in
her life that she cherished most, Rick. Her husband was gone, locked in
prison because of the Morros gang, and Nancy was now like a woman
possessed, possessed with the consuming need to help her young husband,
and have her revenge on all of the smug young punks who had treated her
so horribly, and she knew that she would not stop until she reached
that end.

Bernardo Mendosa sat on the floor in the living room of the deserted
house where only days before his older brother had fucked Taggart's
wife. He turned the magazine he was reading sideways and pulled the
centerfold out of the center. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that
Maria was here to suck him off. He was in the middle of these lecherous
thoughts when Chico suddenly burst into the house.

"Santa Maria, Bernardo," he said, "you'll never guess who's out there
in the street!"

"Farrah Fawcett-Majors?" Bernardo inquired with a lewd arch of his
eyebrow. He took a drink from the nearly full bottle of liquor at his
side.

"Damn near. It's Taggart's wife, and you ain't gonna believe how she
looks. Man, I had a fuckin' hard-on the minute I saw her."

"The reporter's wife? What the hell's she doin' here? If she don't
watch out she's gonna get the same fucking she got before! Anyone else
know she's here?"

"Nah, some of the women saw her, but they won't tell the men; too
jealous."

"Well . . . what's she doin'?"

"I don't know, she's just standing in front of the house."

"What? What the hell is she up to?"

"Maybe we had her figured wrong. Maybe she had the hots for you. And
Christ, the way she's all dolled up. . ."

"Maybe I oughta go have a look for myself. Maybe she's flipped out or
somethin'. You know it happens sometimes to chicks that ain't too
together. With her husband in jail and all, and after the fucking
Salvador gave her when she was here!"

"You might be right, Bernardo. 'Cause that baby sure don't look the
same as last time she was in here. It's funny, though, her comin' back.
I thought Salvador had scared her so bad she'd never get in our way
again. Could be she's up to somethin'."

"Yeah, could be."

"Should I get the rest of the gang?"

"Hell, no. I can handle this."

"Listen, Bernardo. Salvador might not like it. He's been kind of
uptight lately about the heat coming down on us whatever we do, and
then that damn reporter. . ."

"Oh yeah? Well, let me worry about staying out of the cops' reach."

"Whatever you want, Bernardo," Chico sighed, knowing it was useless to
argue with the hot-headed Bernardo.

"Yeah, let me go out and see what she wants. Maybe she wants a little
more of a good Latin's cock, know what I mean? Maybe she's beginnin' to
dig it!" The dark-haired Morro laughed and winked at the other man.

"Yeah? Ya mean like Maria?" Chico said, knowing how many Spanish girls,
when first introduced to fucking like the Morros liked it, had
eventually come to crave the brand of screwing that the gang preferred.

"Yeah, like Maria," Chico replied. "Except Maria's gettin' a little
stale. I could use some fresh hot pussy, ya know."

The two Morros gang members laughed conspiratorially as Bernardo
flipped the magazine aside, stood up, yanked up his tight Levi's so
that the thick mound of his cock was clearly outlined, then made his
way to the front door.

Out in the street stood Nancy on the sidewalk, dressed in the outfit
she had put together the day before, her seductive appearance
heightened by the liberal use of thick red lipstick, dark-blue eye
shadow, and heavy black eye liner setting off the sapphire sparkle of
her eyes. She had drunk a few good stiff drinks before she had ventured
out of her house and now it seemed to be hitting her. She began to be
concerned about becoming too drunk to carry out her plan. She looked up
as she heard the door of the run-down house open and found herself
staring into Bernardo Mendosa's cruel young face.

"Well, well, well," he murmured as he caught sight of the young blonde
reporter's wife and took in her alluring new appearance. "Still trying
to save your husband, huh?"

Fighting back a gnawing surge of anger and fear, Nancy stared directly
into the young hoodlum's eyes without flinching.

"Maybe," she said in a low, husky voice, ". . . and maybe not."

"You know, chica, you could get in big trouble if the rest of the gang
knew you were here."

"Yes?" she replied casually, glancing softly up at him. "Well, I don't
care any more. They don't frighten me. Do they frighten you, Bernardo?"

"Me?" Bernardo retorted. "Hell, no. But they might if I was not a
member."

"Yeah . . . I know." Slowly, Nancy let her tongue lick a slow
tantalizing trail around the curving circle of her red lips and let her
eyes travel boldly up and down his slim young body. "You're quite a
man."

"Think so, huh?" Bernardo said, growing rather excited by the older
woman's attitude and appearance. "Guess it sort of frustrated you when
we didn't get to fuck? Huh?"

"Maybe. . ."

Bernardo came quickly down the steps of the front porch and stood in
front of the provocative young wife. He was so close he could smell the
sultry scent of her perfume, and his young cock stiffened hotly in his
pants as he stood next to her sensually attired body.

"Seems like you've changed quite a bit from the first time we met," he
remarked. "What happened to you? You trying to pull some kind of fast
one on me?"

"No," she said coolly, although her heart was thudding wildly in her
chest.

"Then why are you here?"

"My husband has been in jail for a week and a half now . . ." she
struggled to get the words out of her mouth. ". . . and I miss him,
that is, I miss his cock. It's been so long since a man has fucked me
and I need it so badly. That's why I thought of you. You are so
handsome."

"Yeah, a lot of girls think so. That bastard husband really pulled one
over on you, getting himself caught that way, didn't he?"

Nancy felt a sudden urge to slap the young Cuban punk across the face
for what he was saying, but she held back, determined to go ahead with
her daring scheme no matter what she had to endure to carry it through.

"Yes . . . he did." The young blonde wife took a deep breath of air.

"Well, don't take it so hard, woman. There's plenty other cocks to feed
a hungry pussy."

The reporter's wife turned slowly toward the street-gang member and let
her eyes lock directly with his.

"Yes," she replied in a near-whisper, "plenty."

Bernardo's rigid cock was throbbing painfully in his tight trousers as
Nancy exerted all of her potent female charms on him. Her erotic
appearance had had a great effect on the horny young Morro and he was
completely taken in by her story, feeling pleased and smug that the
blonde girl, wife of the gang's enemy, was now hungry for his body.

"Yeah, I guess you've been pretty lonely with your husband in jail,
huh? Guess you been itchin' for some other cock to satisfy your pussy,
huh?"

Nancy laughed softly, so as not to betray her shock at his obscene
words.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she managed to reply,
surprised herself at the conviction in her voice. "But I don't think
your brother or the other Morros would like it if you and I . . . I
mean, he'll probably think I'm trying to get something out of you."

Bernardo stepped away from her and eyed her steadily.

"Are you?" he asked coolly.

Nancy laughed softly, and returned his steady look.

"Sure, Bernardo . . ." Slowly she reached down with her left hand and
placed it seductively on his right leg, sliding it with agonizing
slowness upward toward his inner thigh. The dark-haired hoodlum's cock
quivered excitedly and lurched against the taut material of his pants
like a caged animal suddenly gone wild. Finally the young blonde wife
let her palm and fingers rest directly on the shuddering mound and
began to massage slowly, sensuously. "I want something out of you,
handsome . . . but it has nothing to do with Rick or your brother." She
lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, still continuing to press her
hand hard onto the hotly throbbing bulge at his crotch. "I've wanted
you from the first minute I saw you, Bernardo."

"Even though I nearly raped you the other day?"

"Maybe because of it. . ."

There was a long simmering silence between the two of them.

"Well,' Bernardo murmured urgently, suddenly realizing that they were
standing in the middle of the street. "Maybe we oughta go in the house
and finish what we started."

"I'd like that, Bernardo . . . I'd like it a lot. But your brother
might . . ."

"Fuck him!" The young Cuban snapped impatiently. "I do what I want, and
I don't give a good goddamn what my brother thinks."

Nancy smiled at him, her eyes glimmering with desire.

"Is there someplace in the house where. . .?" she whispered.

"There's a room upstairs with a mattress in it."

"Good, but are you sure we won't be interrupted by any of the other
Morros?"

"No, they won't interfere."

"What are we waiting for, then?"

"Fuckin' nothing, that's what," he said, his eyes flashing with obscene
purpose. "Get your ass in the house and let me have a word with Chico
here."

Rick's young wife grinned seductively and began walking up the sidewalk
to the porch while Bernardo waited until she was almost to the door
before he walked over to where Chico was standing.

"Me and the girl are going in the house for a while."

"Hey, Bernardo, do you think that's a good idea? I mean, Salvador ain't
gonna like it."

"You let me worry about Salvador," Bernardo snarled. "And don't you rat
on me or I'll slit your throat, ya got it?"

"Yeah, Bernardo, I got it," the burly gang member sighed. "Just be
careful."

"I'm always careful, man, you know that."

Abruptly the young Cuban turned away to join Nancy, who stood waiting
near the front door. Chico watched as they entered the house, and his
brow furrowed with concern as he saw Bernardo slip his hand down behind
the Levi's-encased asscheeks of the young blonde reporter's wife and
begin to furtively massage the smoothly curved mounds.

"Be careful, hombre," he murmured to himself. They shut the door behind
them. "She is a woman with a purpose."

Inside the house, Bernardo led Nancy upstairs into a small, seedy-
looking room on the second floor. It was as filthy as the rest of the
place. At one time it had been painted a pale yellow, but the walls
were now coated with dirt. There were some empty beer cans scattered
about on the floor and a worn-out mattress lay in one corner.

"Well, it ain't much," Bernardo remarked as he closed and locked the
bedroom door behind him, "but it's got the essentials."

The young reporter's wife gulped with anxiety to find herself in such
dismal surroundings with the young Morros gang member. She had been
desperately masking her intense dislike for the youth, and fighting
back the surging flow of fear that threatened to destroy her carefully
managed cool. But she knew she had to go through with it now.

Bernardo had pulled down the shade on the window and flicked on a
glaring overhead lightbulb that illuminated the small room with a flat
harsh glare, making it even uglier than before. Then the dark-haired
Cuban walked directly to the young bride and without a word grabbed her
roughly and began kissing her face, neck, and shoulders with a hungry
urgency, while running his hands up and down over her provocatively
clad young body.

Nancy was thrown off guard momentarily by the arrogant Morros member's
abrupt ardor, but reminding herself of her desperate mission she began
to return his obscene kisses, and let her hands begin to rove eagerly
over his lean young body. At first she was somewhat reserved, but
within a few minutes she found herself beginning to fall into the lusty
excitement of the moment, strangely aroused not only by the sex-driven
Cuban, but by the bizarre circumstances. She could hardly believe that
she would actually thrill to the idea of being fucked by Bernardo
Mendosa, the man responsible for sending her man to jail, embracing him
like some desperate harlot, yet it was happening. The young reporter's
wife reminded herself that she was here to save her husband, and yet
there was an undeniable tide of desire shivering through her voluptuous
young frame, and she was helpless to resist it.

Finally, she pulled away from the hotly aroused Cuban, gasping for
breath.

"Well," she said, "you really go at it, don't you?"

"Yeah, baby, when I wanna fuck, I fuck, that's all."

"I think your brother might be suspicious if he heard you were here
with me. He might think that I was trying to get something out of you."

Bernardo's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I don't want to hear any more goddamn talk about my brother,
understand? I don't need him or anybody else telling me what to do. If
they think a woman is going to make me talk about gang matters, they're
out of their minds. Besides, I don't think a woman could understand
what I would tell her anyway. She hasn't got the brains. There are many
things the Morros have done that would get them put away for a long
time, but I would say nothing to anyone who could do anything about
it."

"You're right, lover!" She wanted to ask him about the things the
Morros had done, but was afraid of arousing his suspicions by asking
too soon. But what kind of things could the Morros have done to make
them go to jail?

"Oh, I could tell you of many things."

"Tell me, I want to know you, all of you, to be able to please you
more," she said as she began to untie the silk blouse, hoping to get
the Cuban to talk.

"Plenty," Bernardo remarked, his mouth curling in an obscene smile as
the young reporter's wife revealed the naked fullness of her softly
billowing tits to the dark-haired hoodlum's lurid gaze. Eagerly
Salvador's brother began to strip himself, taking off his shirt and
tossing it aside, then lowering his tight jeans down over his lean,
hard hips.

He wore no underwear and Nancy quivered slightly in alarm as his
thickly swollen prick and balls were once again revealed to her sight.
His huge pulsing cock was vastly larger than she had remembered, and
the young wife shuddered involuntarily as she thought of its huge girth
fucking up into her tender little pussyhole. His balls, swaying lewdly
beneath his heavily throbbing prick, seemed to her to be enormous.

Within a few moments, the cruel Morros gang member stood before her
completely naked, his well-muscled body gleaming in the harsh lights of
the room. Inwardly, Nancy wished she were miles away from the place,
far from the lewd stare of the perverted young man, back in Rick's
arms, safe and sound. But that was impossible.

"How about strippin' off those sexy short shorts, woman," Bernardo
said, sliding his hand directly up over her tightly encased pussy
mound. "I want to see your cunt all naked again."

Nancy unhooked the front of her well-worn Levi's and, moving back
slightly, slid the supple garment down over the gleaming white curves
of her naked legs, while Bernardo watched with wildly mounting lust as
the blonde reporter's wife's lusciously formed body was revealed
completely. His hand reached down instinctively to grasp the painfully
aching flesh of his fully erect cock, and he began to pump hungrily at
it, arousing himself to a fever-pitch of desire.

Rick's blonde wife carefully folded her Levi shorts and placed them
with the other garments on the floor, being careful to lay them on a
less dirty area. Then, walking slowly to the mattress, undulating her
voluptuous body with sensual grace, she lay down, spreading her long
white legs wide, hoping to excite Bernardo even more.

"I guess you have a lot of women, Bernardo."

"Yeah, quite a few," he said, laughing, his eyes riveted to the
appetizing young female who lay spread-eagled on the mattress before
him. He gloated with drunken triumph, reveling in the idea of brutally
fucking the wife of the man the gang had framed into a jail sentence.
Hell, he had the world by the tail - all the chicks he wanted, even
this straight gringa was so horny for him she was practically begging
him to fuck her. Christ, she probably hadn't had a real fuck in her
whole life!

Still reeling with the effects of his drinking, Bernardo's mind surged
with fantasies of power and wild dreams. His massive cock throbbed with
raging lust and growling hungrily, he scrambled onto the mattress and
fell forward on top of the young blonde reporter's wife who gasped in
fright as he sprawled on top of her without warning.

Greedily he began to lick and suck on Nancy's whitely swelling tits, at
the same time grinding his pulsing hips hard against hers and ramming
his thickly pulsing cockhead against the wet resilient flesh of Nancy's
vulnerably exposed cunt slit. Then he reached down suddenly, and with
one firm move positioned his lurching prick at the trembling entrance
of the young wife's pussy. With a vicious thrust, he suddenly fucked
his rigid thickness deeply into her hair-rimmed cunt flesh like a
raging bull, consumed with roaring lust, pushing the hot juicy pussy
walls in rippling waves before it. Finally, with a loud slap, his balls
smacked against the flesh of her tensed and trembling thighs.

"Ooooooohhhhh Goddddddd!" Nancy moaned loudly beneath him, stunned and
terrified to be taken so quickly, to have his thrusting hardness
tearing with no preparation into her tightly clasping cunt, spearing
her without mercy.

His huge prick lay sunk deep in her softly pulsing pussy depths,
filling every part of her insides. It had happened so fast that for a
moment the scheming young wife was completely stunned, shocked out of
her elaborate masquerade. She realized that he was ready to fuck her
right away, and that she had nothing incriminating on the gang. She had
to get him to talk, but how? How?

Yet even as Nancy wondered how in the world she could make the young
Cuban confess his gang's criminal activities, her cunt was beginning to
tremble with heated excitement. It was as if her wide-stretched pussy
crudely welcomed Bernardo's obscene girth and brutal attack, even
craved it, and the young blonde began to tremble with a kind of erotic
delight she had never remotely experienced before, even with her own
husband. How was it possible? Why was it happening?

Bernardo lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his lips down
wetly over her startled mouth and began a slow rocking motion of his
hips between her steadily vibrating thighs. Her awakening cunt passage
began to widen greedily with each short, smooth stroke of his prick as
Nancy gritted her teeth, her cock-stretched pussy burning with both
pain and sensuality from the hoodlum's violent fucking, and her naked
body began to respond to the increasing frenzy of his brutal screwing.
Lewd feelings of carnal pleasure began to surge through her
involuntarily writhing young body and there was no way of resisting
them.

As Bernardo Mendosa began to fuck his hugely throbbing prick in and out
of her greedily devouring pussy, her naked form began to twitch and
writhe, tearing itself quickly out of Nancy's conscious control, and
she began to groan with involuntary pleasure into the wetness of his
eager mouth. Passion surged like a winding snake through her nakedly
throbbing flesh and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light sweat broke
out on her forehead under the soft, disheveled strands of her silky
blonde hair.

The young Cuban, now a rampaging sex machine fed with the fuel of
alcohol, fucked deep into the young reporter's wife's hungrily clasping
pussy with near-barbaric frenzy. Nancy soon realized that she had no
choice but to submit to his merciless battering, surrender totally to
it. She was still far from achieving her purpose, but now, her body
screaming for release and writhing in uncontrollable passion, she had
to thrust aside all thoughts, all needs, and submit to Bernardo's
violent thrusts.

With a groan of surrender Nancy began to twist and rotate her pelvis,
each move drawing the Cuban's thickly lurching cock deeper and deeper
into her now greedily clutching cunt-hole. Her blood-swollen pussy lips
began to act on their own, screwing like a baby's tender lips drawing
in a candy stick, sucking Bernardo's mighty prick up inside her wildly
shaking body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders,
her fingers digging hungrily into his hard flesh, hanging on with
passionate intensity, while the hot wet cavern of her cunt flowered
farther open to receive his deeply screwing prick.

There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She was too excited
to draw back, too numbed to do anything but submit to the pounding
thrusts of her tormentor's rampaging cock. Her legs, spread out wide on
either side of his lewdly impaling shaft, were jerking and quivering in
uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered
wetly up into his mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up
from her throat. She couldn't believe the thrilling flames of passion
that were crackling through her nakedly twisting young loins. It seemed
impossible that under the circumstances she could experience such
ravishing thrills, but it was true. She was being brutally fucked by a
member of the Morros gang, a gang that was trying to destroy her
husband, and she loved it!

Bernardo labored hotly above her, fucking up between her legs with
brutal strokes that brought his lust-thickened cock almost all the way
out of her wetly clasping pussyhole on the backstroke, then thrusting
forward harshly, battering her with the force of a steam drill. He
quickened his pace as she thrashed her body nakedly beneath him.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Nancy groaned beneath him, her face
contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young
wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement as bursts
of lust-induced heat churned deep in her pussy. Every inch of her skin
sizzled hotly as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.

Bernardo grunted and groaned, quickened his strokes even more, screwing
his prick deep and hard into her passion-drenched cunt so that his huge
thickly pulsing cock drove far up into the hidden, untouched recesses
of her womb. His heavy cum-bloated balls, slapping roughly against the
flesh of her inner thighs, grew hot with their rapidly growing load. He
was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell
from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy came faster and faster. The
fire in his balls swelled to the explosion point now and he knew the
climactic moment was at hand.

"Oooohhhhhh . . . helllllllll . . . oooooooohhhhhhh!" he groaned with
savage intensity. "Aaarrrrrrrggggghhhh!"

Beneath him, Nancy quivered like a helpless whore gone out of control,
her perspiration-soaked body flailing nakedly, her head tossing
shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the
rampaging pleasure she was experiencing and her wildly pulsing cunt
walls were feverish with titanic heat. She was cumming! Cumming as she
had never cum in her entire life! This young street-gang member had
taken her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed.

"Aaaaaarrrrrnnnnnmmmm!" she groaned as the force of her mind-shattering
cum tore through her body like sheet lightning.
"Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnhhhhhhh! I'm cuuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Bernardo felt her greedily milking depths opening hungrily around him
as he gushed jet after jet of hotly scalding juice into her passion-
flooded cunt. Her own pussy juices flowed hotly around his thickly
jerking prick, mingling her cum juices with his own. Wave after wave of
hot slippery cum squirted from the throbbing head of the young
hoodlum's cock, crashing headlong into the groaning housewife's
writhing, welcoming cunthole. He twisted his muscular body and bucked
his hips, draining himself as she jerked up toward him, the lips of her
convulsively spasming pussy sucking at his prick as though trying to
milk him dry.

"Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she
felt herself bathed in the warm lurid pleasure that enveloped her as
Bernardo gushed the last of his raging load of cum into her madly
throbbing cunt.

Then finally it was over. Bernardo withdrew his softening cock and
collapsed next to Nancy on the mattress. The young blonde reporter's
wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of
confused emotions. She had let herself be brutally fucked by this Cuban
gang member so that she could get him to confess his gang's framing of
her husband. Yet, she had greedily responded to the young punk's
obscene behavior, her body throbbing with tumultuous excitement like a
thirsty woman eager to gulp down refreshing draughts of water. And yet
she still had no information that could be used against this little
bastard and the other Morros.

"Well, I'd better go," she heard Bernardo say wearily.

"Oh no . . . no please," she pleaded softly. "I . . . I've never had
such a good . . . fuck . . . never . . . I don't want it to stop."

"I got things to do, woman," he said, sitting up on the mattress.

Nancy became desperate. She couldn't let him go, not without some proof
of Rick's innocence and the Morros's guilt.

"Oh, please," she purred, letting her hand travel across the mattress
until it found the limp softness of Bernardo's cock. "We could spend
the afternoon together here, maybe we could get some liquor."

As Nancy massaged the Cuban's prick, she was delighted to feel it begin
to stiffen again in her palm. "I want you, Bernardo, I want you so
much. Can't we just stay here and drink and talk? I'll do anything you
ask, anything."

Bernardo laughed and smiled lewdly at the older woman. Christ, women
were all the same. One good fuck and they were stuck on you for life.
He couldn't believe how this stupid cunt had fallen for him, and how
she couldn't get enough now. His massive cock was rigidly erect again
under Nancy's deft manipulations, and suddenly the idea of spending the
entire afternoon with the dumb broad and fucking her every way he could
think of began to excite him.

"Okay, baby," he said, "maybe I can stick around a little longer. Feel
like sucking my cock for a while? To get me going again? Then I'll go
get some booze."

"S-sure," the reporter's wife stammered, realizing with alarm that she
would now have to let him put his cock inside her mouth. "Whatever you
want."

Bernardo lay back on the mattress and spread his legs, his thickly
throbbing prick jutting straight up like an obscene staff, while Nancy
knelt between his thighs and slowly began to lower her head toward his
pulsing shaft. Her belly was queasy with fear and humiliation but she
had to go through with it, she had to get him to talk, and she knew she
would, no matter what abhorrent thing she had to do in order to make
this bastard give her some incriminating facts about the gang that
would put them away for a long, long time. And if the only way to do
that was to suck this bastard's cock, then she would.

It took her all afternoon, but she got what she wanted. The location of
the Morros gang's trophy room. She was very pleased with herself for
that coup de grace as she knew that Bernardo had been so drunk on
fucking and liquor that he would never remember having told her about
it or that other crime the Morros had committed. His brother would be
very unhappy with the little clod if he knew how big a mouth he had.

Bernardo was sleeping now, lying in a state of drunken exhaustion on
the mattress. She put her clothes on as quickly and quietly as she
could and without waking him, slipped down the stairs and out the front
door. She sighed with relief as she remembered what had taken place
after she had taken his huge cock between her full red lips and sucked
it until he had cum and afterwards, her plan had begun to pay off.

"Where'd you learn to give a blow job like that?" she heard Bernardo's
voice ask. "From your husband?"

"No," she replied lazily. "Rick's what you might call . . .
conservative in bed," she lied.

"Oh yeah?" the drunken and sated young Cuban gang member replied,
laughing a little, confidently. "Looks like we did you a favor, then,
getting him out of the way."

Nancy had opened her eyes wide in feigned admiration when he said that,
doing her best to conceal the keen excitement his words produced in
her. "You mean it was the Morros?" she asked innocently. "I was
beginning to think that my husband really was selling marijuana!"

"Naaaaaaaah," Bernardo replied. "It was the Morros. Man, your husband
was so close to getting us busted that we had to do something quick
before he spilled the whole works. Hell, he knew everything but where
we hid our trophies."

"But he didn't find out?"

"Na, Christ! If he had ever found out about that hidden room under the
stairs, we would have been dead."

"But he didn't!"

Bernardo reflected a moment. Rick Taggart had been good, real good at
his job and he had uncovered enough on his crusade against street gangs
to make most of them squirm. But the Morros for some reason had been
his special concern, and he had collected enough hearsay evidence to
get the police on their backs once the newspapers printed it. That was
why they had to frame him, to discredit his word. If he were as bad a
character as they were supposed to be, then who could the cops believe?
The street gang, or the man who would do anything for a story? With a
choice like that they would probably just forget the whole affair.

"Yeah, we fixed him before he could. Now they wouldn't believe him if
he printed the Bible," he said finally, taking another swig from the
bottle of liquor he had collected from the living room.

Nancy snuggled closer to him then, letting her long, tapering
fingernails graze lightly over the curling hairs that were sprouting on
his chest. "Well, I'm glad you men fixed him," she ventured. "I'd hate
to see men like the Morros locked up. I never would have had your big
cock in my cunt that way."

Her remark seemed to give the inebriated Morros lieutenant a whole new
view of the situation, and gradually his tongue had loosened, telling
Nancy all kinds of things in reply to her gently probing questions.
Within an hour, she had picked up more information on the gang's
dealings in street-gang murders, protection money, everything the gang
had done that Bernardo had ever been involved in. It had taken all her
willpower to conceal the mounting sense of disgust she felt at his
proud admissions. More than once she was tempted to tell the young
Cuban just what she thought of him and his gang as he told her some of
the unbelievably sordid things they had done for their idea of macho.
Nancy was shocked, but fascinated too, at what she heard. Finally
Bernardo had talked himself out.

"I'm tired of talking," he snarled, pulling her closer to him and
pressing his lips down on hers in an alcohol-reeking kiss. "Let's fuck
some more. . ."

"Sure, Bernardo," Nancy heard her own voice reply. "Just let me go in
the bathroom for a minute, okay?"

"Yeah, but hurry up," he assented. "I gotta get outta here soon." His
voice was thick with drink.

The young reporter's wife dawdled in the filthy bathroom, hoping to
postpone submitting to more of his crude carnality as long as possible,
and when she finally reemerged into the bedroom, she found her young
Morros member passed out on the mattress, snoring lightly, his fists
curled in like a child's. Quietly she had dressed and made her escape.

She hardly remembered driving home, so preoccupied was she with the
next phase of her plans, but she finally pulled up in the driveway,
with relief that she was back in her own neighborhood and that the
first part of the plan had been so successful. She quickly turned off
the engine and got out of her car, hurrying up the drive to let herself
in the front door.



Chapter 7


"Salvador, we've got a problem," Chico's voice at the other end of the
line announced to the Morros gang leader. Quickly he told the dark
serious Cuban of the afternoon's events, beginning with Nancy's
seductive appearance at the deserted house that afternoon, her going
inside alone with Bernardo and concluding with the news she had somehow
gotten ahold of his home phone and called him up telling him some
unwelcome news. She had gotten Bernardo to talk, and she had all the
inside dope on the Morros. Her information covered a great deal more
than what her husband had found out about, and she would not hesitate
to talk to whoever would listen. Under the influence of liquor,
Bernardo had apparently talked a lot.

"The puta says she's taking the story to the cops and the newspapers
unless someone tells the cops her old man was framed," Chico finished.
"I thought I better tell you right away."

"Where's Bernardo now?"

"She said she left him dead-drunk in the house. If he hasn't come home
yet, I guess he's still there."

"Okay, Chico," Salvador said. "Send one of the boys to pick him up and
bring him back here. I'll take care of everything else."

"What should I tell that Taggart woman if she calls back?"

Salvador paused a moment before replying. When he answered, his voice
was dangerously calm. "Tell her she'll be hearing from me."

He set the phone back in its cradle, his mind beginning to seethe with
anger at the news Chico had just given him. That fucking cunt just
wouldn't learn, would she? Well, she'd overshot the mark this time,
trying to fool with the leader of the Morros gang. The little bitch was
gonna regret it, and before the night was over, too.

* * *

The first thing Nancy Taggart had done when she reached home was to
shower and try to rinse off some of the grime she felt was clinging to
her body and soul. Though she knew in her heart that some of it would
always remain, it was worth it; getting even with the Morros was worth
it. After her bath she had placed a call to Chico, not wanting to talk
to Salvador just yet, but wanting him to get her message.

It wasn't until she sat down for dinner an hour later that the enormity
of what she had undertaken, forced to the back of her consciousness all
day, now began to strike her with its full force. Everything was
happening so fast, she didn't quite know how to deal with it. Her mind
kept returning to the obscene events of the afternoon, her prolonged
fucking with the devilishly handsome and cruel brother of Salvador
Mendosa.

Now that her mission of revenge and rescue of her husband was nearly
accomplished, she found herself able to dwell on the more sensual
aspects of their bizarre encounter. Her body still trembled at the
recollection of the young Cuban's thickly pulsing cock fucking in and
out of her wide-stretched cunthole. For there was no denying it, she
had enjoyed the shameful fucking to which she had submitted. Her body
had been so alive since she had met the Morros, including the night of
Rick's arrest, when their fucking had been interrupted by the arrival
of the police. She had always enjoyed being screwed, but since that
night, with all of the fucking she had gotten since, she seemed to need
cock even more. She felt like a totally different person now. Yesterday
she had gone to visit her husband again, and had been amazed to feel
her pussy become slippery with juices as she sat on the opposite side
of the screen, with the sheer desire to fuck him! She felt sick with
yearning to have him close to her again, to be able to touch him and
have him fuck her newly awakened body. It was partly this desire that
had stiffened her resolve to go through with her dangerous scheme. It
was worth anything to her to get her husband back safe again. Anything!

But at the same time, Nancy was becoming increasingly nervous. She
still hadn't heard from the unscrupulous Morros leader, and as the
minutes ticked by, she found herself growing more and more aware of how
vulnerable she was, alone in the house. Her nearest neighbor was off on
a Caribbean cruise for three weeks, so she was actually alone in the
middle of nowhere.

Perhaps she was being foolhardy to try to do this on her own. She
hadn't wanted to go to the police with what Bernardo had told her both
because it would reveal the sordid details of her afternoon-fucking
with Bernardo, and because she wasn't sure that the cops would believe
her after what Rick was accused of doing. All she wanted was to get the
charges against Rick dropped, and then she was going to persuade him
not to continue with his series of articles on gang life. They'd move
away, go to another town, if they had to, or another state. She'd had
enough of a taste of life on the big city streets to last her forever,
and that was why she'd decided to try to make a deal with Salvador on
her own. Now, however, she was beginning to regret her decision.
Supposing the gang wouldn't believe her? Or beat her up? Or even killed
her?

"If I don't hear from Salvador Mendosa in one half-hour," she said
aloud, trying to still the rapid beating of her heart and the trembling
of her hands, "I'm going to call Rick's editor. He'd know what to do."
She lit a cigarette and turned on the television, trying to distract
herself while she waited for the allotted time to pass.

Scarcely ten minutes had gone by when she was startled by the sound of
someone knocking on the door. She went cold with fear all over, and for
a moment wondered if she should answer it. But whoever it was could
hear the television and see the light coming from behind the window
curtains. Even if she didn't answer, they probably wouldn't go away.
Padding barefoot to the door, the young reporter's wife called softly,
"Who is it?"

"It's me . . . Maria," a voice replied on the other side. "I must talk
to you."

"What do you want?" Nancy asked, unwilling to be fooled again.

"It's about what you told Chico," the Spanish girl replied. "Salvador's
real mad and he's getting the Morros together. I snuck away to warn
you. Please, let me in. I don't want to get caught out here if the
Morros come."

The urgency of the girl's voice almost convinced Nancy, but still
mindful of her previous deceit, she turned on the porch light and put
the safety chain on the door before opening it a few inches and peering
out into the night to make sure the girl was alone. Her range of vision
was limited to a corner of the front porch, filled by the now familiar
figure of the curvaceous young brunette, but she appeared to be alone,
and so Nancy decided to let her in.

No sooner had she opened the door all the way however, than two male
figures pushed their way inside, following right behind Maria. Nancy
gasped as she realized that one of them was Chico Ramirez, the man she
had called. The other one was unfamiliar. Apparently they had been
waiting out of sight in the yard while Maria persuaded her to open the
door.

"You tricked me! You tricked me again!" Rick's thunderstruck young wife
burst out, turning furiously on the girl who, clad in tight jeans and a
T-shirt, was waiting unconcernedly for further instructions. Her only
reply to the outraged young wife was a shrug of her shoulders.

"Okay, Maria, find a suitcase and get some of her things packed, and
make it fast." It was Chico who spoke, and the dark-haired girl
immediately made her way toward Nancy's bedroom. "Now, sweetheart,"
Chico continued, turning his attention to Nancy, "suppose you just be
quiet and come along with us, or do we have to get rough?" He advanced
toward her, his eyes hard, and Nancy retreated, terrified.

"I . . . I don't want to come with you," she cried, trying desperately
to think of a way to escape.

Suddenly she reeled backward against the wall as Chico slapped her
harshly across the face twice. Gripping the front of her bathrobe, he
pulled her roughly to her feet again. "Sweetheart," he hissed, "you're
gonna look pretty funny without your teeth, which is how you're gonna
be if you don't start doing what we tell you to do."

"Okay, okay, I'll do anything you say," the trembling young wife
replied, her heart thudding in her chest.

"Good. Now this here is Jose," Chico said. "I want you to do whatever
he wants you to do."

The other Morro, who had let Chico handle everything so far, now rose
from the couch where he had been watching silently and came over to
where Nancy stood trembling. He looked her over coolly, appraisingly,
and Rick's young wife felt herself grow red under his penetrating but
impersonal stare. Afraid to move, she steeled herself for whatever
might come next.

"You and Bernardo were right, Chico. This woman is truly beautiful.
Woman, take off your clothes," he commanded suddenly.

Weeping softly in despair, Nancy complied, shedding her bathrobe and
pajamas on the floor, until she stood before him completely naked. Jose
reached out and touched her pink-tipped tit with his hand. Nice, very
nice, he thought, as his thick cock leapt to life within the confines
of his tight Levi's. Stepping back, he took in her lush nakedness with
his eyes, the gleaming milk-whiteness of her skin, the deep indentation
of her navel between her ripely flaring hips, and the triangular patch
of dark gold pussy hairs at the juncture of her long shapely legs.

"Get your coat and some shoes," Jose ordered Nancy.

"What . . . what are you going to do with me?" the reporter's young
wife asked.

Chico smiled. "You're coming to the Morros headquarters," he informed
her coolly, almost gently. "You will meet all of the Morros gang
personally and show them how sorry you are, that you have caused so
much trouble for them."

Nancy's eyes opened wide in horror at his words. She was going to be
forced to let the entire gang fuck her. How could they be so cruel? But
she knew that they were. "No . . . no," she pleaded. "I won't do it.
I'll call the police. You can't make me do it. No! Nnnnnnooooo!"

Chico shrugged. "You may not like our gang at first. But after you have
got to know them better you will curse the day when you will have them
no more."

Nancy went pale at his brutal words, knowing instinctively that he
meant every one of them. Inwardly she cursed herself for having left
herself open to this trap. She never should have tried to deal with the
ruthless street-gang leader who for all of his ignorance in a civilized
way of life, could outsmart most men on his own turf. Now she had no
choice but to go with these horrible hoodlums and hope that somehow,
some way, she would find a means of escape.

"I'll go get dressed," she whispered numbly.

"Just put on your coat and shoes," Jose instructed. "This is a - how do
you say - come-as-you-are party!"

Flushed with shame, Nancy went to the closet and put on her raincoat
and a pair of shoes. She pulled the belt of the coat tight around her,
so that it gave at least the impression that she was dressed, although
the material felt strange against her bare skin.

When at last she was ready, Chico removed her wallet and keys from her
purse and Jose steered her toward the door. Nancy's heart stopped as
the cruel gang member withdrew a vicious-looking switchblade knife from
his pocket and snapped it open. "One false move between here and the
car, chica, and you're dead!" he warned her as they started out the
front door to the car.

Chico had brought another Morro along to drive, in case Nancy gave them
any trouble, and so he and Jose both got into the fur-covered back seat
with Nancy. Maria started to follow. "You get in the front with
Esteban," he ordered her.

"Hey, Chico, when are you gonna pay me for what I did?" the petulant
brunette demanded. "You told me after we got the chica."

"Yeah, yeah, later," he muttered. "Don't bother me now. I'll give it to
you when we get to Salvador's house." He closed the door to the car and
as soon as Maria was settled in the front seat, the big Chevy eased its
way out into the street.

"Now," Chico began once the car had reached the freeway, "I think we
start warming you up for the party our Morros are throwing for you.
What do you say, Jose?"

"Warm her up? Chico, let me be the first," he replied with a gleam in
his eye.

"You do what I want," the soft-voiced Cuban informed Nancy.

"Okay, cunt," he said to Nancy, shoving her roughly over onto the
floor. "Open up your raincoat and show us your pussy!"

Crimson with shame and embarrassment, Nancy unbuttoned her raincoat,
opening the front of it so that the naked front of her body was visible
to the two men sitting on the seat. Jose wanted to be able to observe
every nuance of her responses as she got horny.

"Come on, get your legs up on the seat and spread 'em," Chico demanded,
for Rick's young wife, after opening her coat, had only spread her legs
in a squatting position, and he wanted a clearer view than that.

Her huge whitely billowing tits jiggling with the rhythm of the moving
car, Nancy pulled first one long tapered leg and then the other up next
to her body. Impatiently, Chico grabbed her ankles and yanked them
apart so he could see the full outer length of her hair-fringed cunt
slit. Jose noted with satisfaction and an ache in his balls that the
entrance looked tight, almost virginal.

"Spread your pussy lips open," Chico ordered, enjoying the expression
of utter humiliation on Nancy's previously reserved and superior-
looking young features almost as much as the obscene display of her
blondely furred cunt.

Nancy fought down sobs of anguish as she reached between her lewdly
splayed legs with trembling hands and parted the soft cushions of her
soft pussy lips. She had never touched herself there before except when
she was bathing, and even then only as much as she absolutely had to.
Now, to be forced to do it in the back seat of a car, before the
leering eyes of two cruel hoodlums, was more degrading and horrible
than anything she'd ever imagined. Even worse, she was now sitting
facing toward the front of the car, and looking up, she could see that
the driver of the vehicle had a perfect view of what was happening
through his rear-view mirror. Perhaps even Maria did too! Oh God, oh
God, help me! she moaned inwardly, while at the same time she fought
down a wave of fury and hate toward the two gang members who were
treating her so shamefully. She wouldn't let them break her spirit, no
matter what. If that happened, she'd truly have no hope. Glancing up,
she met the shrewdly penetrating gaze of Jose and for a moment her eyes
met his defiantly.

"Do you like her cunt, Chico?" Jose asked, never taking his eyes from
Nancy. "Do you think she'll make a good whore for the gang?" He
emphasized the last word slightly, twisting it like a knife in Nancy's
brain.

"Yeah, she's got a couple of good years in her. Think she knows how to
suck cock?" he asked, dropping his hand to the prominent bulge of his
cock and balls and massaging them lewdly.

"Why don't you teach her?" Jose suggested. "Get down on your knees in
front of Chico," he ordered Nancy. "And leave your coat here."

Slipping her arms out of her raincoat sleeves, Nancy positioned herself
on the floor between Chico's knees. Maria moved over to the other side
of the car, and Chico spread his legs comfortably on the seat he now
had all to himself.

"This is self-service, cunt," Chico sneered when Nancy paused uncertain
of what to do next. "Get my cock out yourself."

The humiliated blonde girl unbuckled Chico's belt, struggled with the
zipper of his fly, and spread the material of his trousers open. He
wore no underwear, so she could immediately see the naked skin of his
hard-muscled belly, right down to the thickly curling tangle of dark
pubic hair.

Summoning all of her inner strength, she wormed her hand down inside
his pants until her fingers found the rigidly pulsing surface of his
cock. It felt like a piece of iron pipe, it was so thick and huge, and
in order to get it out of his pants, she had to grip it firmly in her
fist and ease it upward over his hard-corded thighs. Finally it was
free of the restraints of his trousers and stood upright in the air,
swaying obscenely, the blue veins standing out from the purplish
surface and throbbing with lust.

It was long and thick, and looked like a huge log to Nancy's eyes.
Although she had taken Bernardo's cock into her mouth and sucked him
until he came earlier that day, this seemed different to her. Then she
had been concentrating on her own goals, getting evidence that would
free her husband and put the gang in jail. Now, however, the hugely
throbbing prick that loomed before her seemed to the abused young wife
the very symbol of everything that was oppressing her.

She was being forced to submit to the dominance of all these brutal
cock-wielding, Cuban street-gang members, subjugated to the crudest
whims of brute masculine force, and her whole being rebelled against
it. She wanted to fight back, to kick and claw with all her strength,
but she knew that would only make matters worse. She had to bide her
time, do as she was told, or she might never get out of here alive. And
so, bending forward, she gripped the pulsing shaft with her hands and,
closing her eyes, parted her lips to take it into her mouth.

But despite her efforts to appear submissive, every angle of her tensed
young body revealed her inner rebellion to Jose, who was watching from
behind her. Well, he reflected, they'd broken a lot of the gang's women
who had acted like her, but he knew that sooner or later she would come
begging for all the fucking she could get. They were all that way after
a while.

Chico was reaching down now and grasping the nakedly kneeling blonde
girl's head, forcing it down further onto his thickly swollen shaft,
until she gagged as it rammed against the back of her throat. Lewdly,
the Morros gang member rotated his pelvis, savoring the warm pull of
Nancy's lips on the hotly pounding surface of his cock. He began sawing
obscenely in and out of her mouth, each forward thrust peeling back his
foreskin until it stretched tight, and then bringing it back again over
the sensitive head of his prick as he pulled back.

Behind their young prisoner, Jose reached out with his hand and stroked
the whitely shimmering surface of her smooth asscheeks. Spreading the
two half-moons wide with his hands, he could see the tiny puckered hole
of the humiliated wife's ass nestled deep in the recesses of her anal
crease. Experimentally, he circled his index finger around the
interfolded rim of the little opening, which seemed to contract inward,
cringing away from his touch.

Kneeling between Chico's legs, her mouth locked around the pulsing
girth of his massive prick, Nancy reddened with shame as she felt
Jose's hands on her naked flesh. She couldn't even see him, and his
near-anonymity made his lewd probings in her asshole even more
degrading to Rick's kidnapped young wife. She felt his fingers travel
downward along the deep crease between her asscheeks until they reached
the unprotected entrance to her pussy. Deftly, the young Cuban hoodlum
slipped his finger up inside the hair-lined slit, still swollen and
sore from all the fucking Bernardo had subjected it to earlier that
day. His lewdly searching finger burned hotly in its obscene path up
into her cunthole, and Nancy whimpered helplessly into the heaving
expanse of Chico's belly.

Jose savored her muffled protests, and noted with satisfaction that she
didn't try to pull away from him. He could feel himself becoming
aroused by the sight of her soft naked body hunched over Chico's cock
as she knelt naked on the floor of the '65 Chevy, her ass and cunt
completely exposed to the whims of his hands. Still keeping his finger
imbedded deep in her feverish pussyhole, he used his middle finger to
begin probing again at her tight, virginal asshole. Mercilessly he
began twisting it forward, burrowing into the fearfully clenched
sphincter ring and stretching it painfully, while his other finger
began a circular motion deep inside her cunt depths.

Tears of pain and humiliation coursed down Nancy's cheeks as Jose's
lewdly searching fingers seemed to light a fire in her two helplessly
impaled holes. Yet all the time she maintained her sucking and licking
motions around Chico's lust-distended cock, her mouth making a wet
sluicing sound as her head bobbed up and down.

The big Cuban was making low, animal-like groans now as he felt his
balls harden with the thick load of cum that he would soon jet into the
humiliated blonde's hotly sucking mouth. But not yet. He wanted to make
it last as long as possible - it might be his only opportunity with
this luscious piece of ass. Christ! He could fuck his hot prick into
her mouth all night, if only there was time. From his position on the
car seat, he could see Jose twisting and rotating his fingers into her
asshole and cunt, and the sound of her moans was like music to his
ears. That was the way he liked it - when the chick protested, when he
could force her to do things she'd never consent to normally. It made
him feel more potent and alive than almost anything in the world.
Reaching down, he gripped Nancy's head in his hands and forced it down
hard onto his heavily throbbing prick, enjoying the choking sounds that
rose from her throat as he screwed it in and out, in and out.

Jose's middle finger was now lodged all the way inside Nancy's tiny
asshole, and he circled it around lewdly, developing a rhythm between
his two hands. He could feel Nancy's hot pussy juices begin to flow,
and he knew that no matter how much she might protest, she was
beginning to enjoy it.

Indeed, the tormented reporter's wife, to her own surprise, was rapidly
finding the fiery sensations in her womb and belly almost irresistible.
Involuntarily, she began leaning backward into his hands, driving his
fingers even farther up inside her belly. A torrent of desperate
excitement was sweeping her away again, and as she felt it begin to
overcome her, she gradually lost her fear. Nancy was consumed with the
sharp lust that assaulted her from every side. Almost eagerly, she
sucked on Chico's cock, like a child on a stick of candy.

In spite of the dangers and degradations of what was happening to her,
she was losing consciousness of everything except the irresistible
sensations of sensual pleasure that coursed through her nakedly
kneeling young body. She wanted to cum! She had to! She would explode
with the need for release if she didn't cum soon. Greedily she sucked
and pulled on Chico's thickly jerking prick as if, by some sexual
osmosis, hastening his cum would also bring on her own. She wriggled
her trembling asscheeks backward against Jose's hands, while her mouth
pulled at Chico's huge cock like a tiny vacuum cleaner.

And suddenly Chico was there! Groaning feverishly, he released a flood
of warm white liquid cum into Nancy's hungrily milking mouth. On and on
it came, and she struggled to take it all, down to the last drop. But
just as her own cum was about to overwhelm her, only seconds later,
Jose withdrew his fingers from the straining young wife's two lust-
throbbing holes, leaving her empty and unfulfilled.

She wanted to scream with rage and frustration, and Jose knew it. He
smiled to himself. This was the way to break in a woman. He'd tried it
before and it never failed. Keep her so hot that before long she'd be
begging for it herself. Don't worry, my pretty little slut, he thought.
You'll have many more chances tonight. We haven't even gotten to our
destination where the whole gang will be waiting to give you just what
you want!



Chapter 8


By the time the car stopped, Nancy had no idea where she was. She knew
it was one of the more run-down areas of the city, much like the
neighborhood where the deserted house was, but this neighborhood seemed
lived in, somehow, though the houses were worn down.

Once inside the Mendosas' house, however, she had no more time to
notice her surroundings, for she was immediately confronted by the dark
gang leader himself and his gang, and worse still, by his younger
brother, Bernardo. The young Cuban had sobered up somewhat, but having
been thoroughly chewed out by his irate brother and gang leader for his
loose-tongued encounter with Nancy, he was in a rage at Rick Taggart's
young wife.

"You fucking cunt," he hissed as soon as she was inside the door. "I
oughta cut you up in little pieces for pulling that trick!"

Nancy didn't even bother to conceal her contempt for the young Morros
lieutenant as he stood before her, his features twisted into a snarl of
hate. He was only a punk street kid, that was obvious. There was no
point in even bothering to respond when she had other, more formidable
foes to deal with in the persons of Salvador and Jose. So she merely
glared at him defiantly without answering.

Salvador strolled across the living room until he was face to face with
Nancy Taggart. His eyes were narrow as he gazed at the naively stubborn
girl who had tried to outsmart him. For a long moment, he stared at
her, and then suddenly he slapped her twice, hard across the face.
Nancy gasped and brought her hand to her cheeks, fighting down the
tears that rose to her eyes.

"You better be glad you are a woman," the gang leader snarled, "because
if you were a man I'd break every bone in your body, you lying little
cunt. But maybe this way is better. You'll have plenty of time to think
about what you have done to the Morros this evening. Plenty of time to
make up for what you have done."

"Hey, Salvador," Bernardo asked suddenly, grabbing Maria Paloma's arm
and shoving her forward into the center of the room. "Why don't we have
a real party? I mean, we don't wanna wear the blonde cunt out before we
all get a chance at her, and Maria here's a real juicy piece of ass.
Maybe they could put on a show like."

Maria's mouth fell open in indignation and fear-tinged surprise as she
heard Bernardo's suggestion. The curvaceous brunette was used to his
outrageous demands, but this was more than she'd bargained for.

"I don't mind doing a number with the chick," she said carefully, "but
I ain't lettin' those creeps put their hands on me. I ain't no whore!"

"You'll do what I tell ya, cunt," Bernardo snarled, "or you will be one
very sorry chica. You dig?"

"I'll be sorry like what? But those creeps don't get near me, and
that's that!" Although Maria was outwardly defiant, Bernardo's threat
unnerved the girl, for she knew what he would do to her to make her
sorry and it would not be good.

"Never mind, Bernardo," Salvador interrupted smoothly. "We got enough
whore here for everybody even without her. Just a show to get everybody
hot, that's all we need."

"Okay, bitch," Chico hurled at Maria, his eyes dark with anger at her
sudden defiance, "you beard Salvador. Get your clothes off and start
shakin' your ass."

With apparent unconcern, Maria prepared herself to do as he ordered,
waiting until the new arrivals were seated and provided with beers. She
didn't want to make Chico too mad, so she thought she'd better make her
little act good.

Nancy watched, wide-eyed, while the voluptuous dark-haired girl slowly
raised her T-shirt up over her head and took it off. She was wearing a
provocative black lace bra that pushed her sensuous titties up and out,
and the Morros cheered raucously as she began to disrobe. Throwing the
T-shirt aside, she unzipped her jeans and lowered them slowly over her
hips, wriggling out of them with an expert twist of her hips. A narrow
wisp of bikini panties was all she wore underneath. Reaching behind
her, she undid the clasp of her bra, and slowly slipped the straps off
her shoulders, finally letting the flimsy garment drop completely to
reveal to the eyes of the onlookers her voluptuously trembling titties,
tipped with deep cherry-red nipples.

Then she paraded around the room, just out of reach of the lusting gang
members, arching her back and jutting her hugely billowing tits
forward, and occasionally wriggling her rounded little asscheeks, much
to the appreciation of her audience, who called encouragement from the
sidelines.

Then, with the skill of a practiced stripper, the brunette lowered her
panties slowly, teasingly, first down a few inches, then back up, with
her thumbs hooked in the narrow elastic waistband, and lowering them a
little further with each movement. Nancy couldn't believe the
brazenness of the young girl, and at the same time, she was nervous
about what would come next. Just exactly what was expected of her in
the little show she and Maria were to put on?

She didn't have to wait long to find out. As soon as Maria was
completely naked, one of the gang called out, "Now get the other one
naked too! I want another look at her sweet blonde gringa pussy!"

Striding over to her, Maria began unbuttoning Nancy's raincoat.
Suddenly she felt a rush of sympathy for what the blonde girl, scarcely
older than herself, was going to have to endure.

"Don't worry, honey," she whispered seeing the look of shame and terror
in Nancy's eyes. "Just relax and enjoy it! It's easier that way. And
don't let 'em know you're scared!"

Relieved by the girl's encouragement, as though she at least was an
ally, however unreliable, Nancy allowed herself to be stripped again,
until she too was stark naked before the roomful of the Morros gang.
Following Maria's lead, she walked seductively around the room, trying
not to let her feelings of fear and degradation show. Head high and
hands on her hips, she strode around in a circle, being careful to stay
out of reach of the spectators.

"Man I cast wait to feel my cock inside that pussy," Esteban and
another member of the gang said. "I could cum all over her just
lookin'."

"Down on the floor, blondie, and show us your pussy!"

"Spread 'em, cunt!"

The cries seemed to come from everywhere at once, and burning with
shame, Nancy positioned herself on the floor, her slender white legs
spread wide. Of all the things that had happened to her, this was
certainly the worst so far - to be forced to . . . to make love to
another woman! It was sick and perverted, and Nancy didn't know how she
would get through the ordeal that lay ahead of her, but she steeled
herself to do her best.

While the Morros called instructions, and coarse jokes from the
sidelines, Maria sat down next to the subjugated young reporter's wife
and began lightly stroking her softly billowing tits, and caressing her
face and hair. Then to Nancy's shock, the girl drew her face closer and
kissed her fully on the mouth. At first the young wife was disgusted,
but at the same time she was surprised to realize that there was
something not entirely unpleasant in the other girl's caresses. It was
strange, yes, but not as terrible as she had expected, and she found
she could endure it without too much difficulty.

Maria's lips traveled downward over her shoulders and tits, seizing
first one tender nipple and then the other in her mouth, sucking on the
sensitive little buds until they stood out in wetly glistening pyramid-
shaped points. Tiny shivers of arousal coursed through Nancy's nakedly
defenseless body, still unsatisfied and actually hungry for more
fucking after the uncompleted fingerfucking she'd received from Jose in
the car. Closing her eyes, she let Maria ease her backward until she
was lying on her back on the carpet.

"Wiggle around and moan a lot," Maria instructed in a low whisper.
"They like that." Then she once again bent over the young blonde wife's
lewdly splayed form and began working her lips over the smooth white
swell of Nancy's belly, while her hands continued their sensual caress
of her ecstatically trembling titties.

Nancy was grateful for the Spanish girl's understanding, even sympathy,
even though Maria had played no small part in getting the young wife
here in the first place. But at least now she seemed to be trying to
make it as easy on her as possible, even if it was only because she was
angry with Bernardo and the rest.

Maria didn't quite understand it herself. But what the hell, she
figured. The chica's never done nothing to me. Why should I treat her
the way these goons do? Without abandoning her tender caress of Nancy's
tits, the young girl used her knees to push the young wife's legs
apart, and then positioned herself up between them. Hunching her body
over, Maria let her hands trail down to the blonde girl's lewdly
revealed pussy, and then, placing her thumbs on the soft pink outer
lips, separated them and dropped her head, letting her tongue lick
snake-like the full length of Nancy's wide-spread cunt split.

Lightly she flicked her tongue over the older girl's throbbing clit,
causing Nancy to sigh involuntarily with pleasure at the tingling
sensations it produced deep in her finger-spread loins. Lying back, she
felt wild surges of heated sensuality wash through her nakedly aroused
body from the amoral girl's incredible tonguing. Maria's tongue flitted
softly over the naked young wife's vulnerable pussy, never lighting
anywhere for long, but darting from one achingly sensitive area of
Nancy's cunt flesh to another.

"Oooooooohhhh . . . Maria . . ." the passive young wife moaned
ecstatically as the girl's wetly searching lips danced maddeningly over
the petal-like folds of her quivering cunt. "Yesssss!"

Their eyes riveted to the scene, Salvador's thugs made coarse jokes as
Maria ran her tongue obscenely up and down the entire length of Nancy's
throbbing pussylips, sending rushes of trembling pleasure searing
upward throughout the young wife's body. Maria's tongue soon returned
to the pulsating bud of her little clit and began to massage it lewdly,
her lips and teeth finding just the right spot that she knew would
drive her partner wild with excitement. Her hands moved adventurously
over Nancy's hotly throbbing titties and smooth white shoulders as she
sucked and licked voraciously at the delicate little bud of her clit
until it began to quiver with passion, rising up erect like an aroused
little miniature prick.

Nancy could not restrain herself from letting her hand flutter down to
stroke the short black strands of Maria's hair as the curvaceous
brunette continued to tongue-fuck her. It was almost as though she
wanted to return some measure of affection to the girl for the
incredibly sweet sensations of arousal she was creating. Never in her
strangest dreams would the young wife have imagined she could find such
enjoyment in the sexual embrace of another female, especially under
such nightmarish circumstances, but there was no question but that her
helpless body was responding with shameless delight.

The lewdly sucking young girl suddenly darted her questing wet tongue
up into the tight puckered entrance of Nancy's passion-drenched cunt.

"Ooooooohhh yyyyeeeeesssss!" the hotly stimulated young blonde cried
out as she felt for the first time the maddening thrill of another
woman's tongue in her love-hungry cunt. Maria flicked the tip into the
older girl's pussy and jolting flashes of pleasure surged through
Nancy's writhing body as the brunette's serpentine tongue slid
obscenely up into the heated softness of her fevered pussy. She opened
her legs wide and pulled her knees up and back, giving Maria full
access to her wildly throbbing cunt, no longer caring that she was
putting on a shameless exhibition for a room full of lustfully aroused
gorillas. The only thing that mattered now was losing herself in the
rising tide of sensuality that billowed around her like a protective
cloud. Heatedly, she ground her hungrily devouring pussy up into the
younger girl's face and fought back a shrill scream of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Salvador, who had been watching the lewd female coupling with
interest, called new instructions to the two girls. "Swing around,
Nancy. Swing around and suck Maria off too!"

Lost in a blissful dream state, Nancy did not at first comprehend the
new demand, but Maria knew immediately. Quickly she reversed the
position of her own naked body, straddling her legs over the young
wife's face, her throbbing cunt hovering directly over Nancy's mouth.
Then she bent down, supported on her elbows, and continued to lick
greedily at the warm succulent cunt slit below her own face.

At first Nancy was shocked by what was being asked of her. Somehow,
despite all that her mind and body had been subjected to in the past
few days, she still found strength to recoil from this new command.

"Go on!" Salvador shouted a warning as he saw her hesitate. "Get your
hot little tongue into Maria's pussy! Now! Lick it!"

His coarse command was echoed by the violently aroused Morros gang,
some of whom had already taken their cocks out and were massaging them
openly. Realizing that things would get worse if she didn't comply,
Nancy closed her eyes and, fighting down a sudden resurgence of shame,
reluctantly pushed out her tongue as Maria lowered her wetly glistening
cunt onto her face.

At first the young wife recoiled from the tart feminine wetness as her
tongue probed nervously at the throbbing flesh of the other girl's
pussylips. Soon, however, her former sense of compelling desire
returned, further charged by Maria's tormenting little tongue fucking
so wantonly in and out of her aching cunt depths. Timidly she began to
explore the warmly quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the
delicate strands of dark cunt hairs that lined the soft wet cleft.
Finding Maria's tiny clit, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and
was startled to feel the little bud leap eagerly into hardness.

"Oooooooooooh," Maria mewled as Nancy continued to lick her now lustily
throbbing clit. The dark-haired girl increased her own lewd activity,
darting her tongue quickly and deeply in and out of the tender folds of
clasping cunt flesh beneath her face.

The street gang watched lasciviously as the two sensual young females
undulated their naked bodies in oblivious passion, their full red lips
crushed against each other's pinkly glistening pussies as they moaned
with lewd delight.

"Oh yeah," Bernardo cried, jerking wildly at his bloated cock. "Suck
off, you bitches, suck off!"

Nancy was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy, and she fucked
her tongue into Maria's hotly clasping cunt, exploring every inch of
that succulent interior. Maria moaned in animal delight as her heatedly
throbbing cunt walls began to expand and contract with increasing
intensity and hot flashes of excruciating pleasure wound through her
wantonly twisting young body. She knew her cum wasn't far off now, and
she redoubled her efforts by plunging her tongue deeper and deeper up
between Nancy's frantically clutching thighs.

"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnngggghh!" the desire-crazed young wife mewled as she
twisted and writhed her whitely gleaming body up and down on the floor,
her tongue-spread cunt ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if
she were sinking into a cloud of hot, velvety softness, consumed by a
tidal wave of sweet aching wetness. I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm really
cumming, she thought, amazed that it could happen with a woman.

Both girls were cumming, transported now on an incredible vortex of
mind-shattering cums. Wave after wave of lust-heated delight washed
over them as their madly licking tongues fucked mercilessly into each
other's wetly frothing pussy.

Suddenly as the two girls reached the convulsive height of their
climaxes, Bernardo yanked Maria away from Nancy's deliriously throbbing
body. "Okay, bitch," he spat, holding his massively erect cock in the
palm of his hand. "You had yours, now let me show this cunt what a man
can do!" Viciously he shoved the brunette away and she landed in a heap
on the side of the room.

"You fucking, cocksucking creep, Bernardo," Maria muttered, rubbing her
bruised flesh. "I'll get even with you for this, goddammit!"

Nancy, meanwhile, through her blurred vision, her mind still reeling
from her explosive cum, could see the powerfully built gang member
leering down at her with crude intent. She realized in a flash that her
ordeal was far from over, for behind him she could see the others - all
except Salvador, who was watching from his chair - lining up, eagerly
stroking their huge, pulsing cocks to rigid readiness.

In a sudden move, Bernardo was on top of her, and without warning, he
screwed his massively throbbing prick deep into her passion-drenched
pussy, fucking into her immediately with brutal ramrod strokes, so that
the ravaged young wife's body was jerked up off the floor from the
force of it. Yet once she had adjusted to her cunt-filled state, her
body began to throb wildly with a renewed savage passion, and she
slowly was transformed again into a creature of total animal lust.

"Oh yesssss! Yeeeesssssss!" she cried, nearly incoherent with mounting
rapture as her wetly quaking pussy reached cum after cum. "Yessssss!
Fuck me! All of you, fuck me goood!"

Maria, meanwhile, unnoticed by the others, had quietly retrieved her
clothes and hid in the shadows by the door. She watched the depraved
scene on the floor with eyes flashing deep contempt for the men
assaulting Nancy's hungrily receptive body.

You will not get away with this, this time. You bastards, you have used
me once too often and I will get my revenge!

The sex-ravaged young brunette ran hastily down the long corridor
leading from the living room to the kitchen of the Morros home. Her
curvaceous body was trembling with anger and she could feel a gnawing,
nauseous sensation begin to churn in the pit of her belly. Her mind
reeled with thoughts of revenge, revenge on the whole crew of merciless
gang members who had treated her so badly and reduced her to nothing
more than a battered cunt, and yet these thoughts were mixed with the
deep anxiety and physical distress of her always unsatisfied need for
more cock. The brunette was barely looking where she was going, as she
stumbled down the hall, and she did not see the figure that stood in
the doorway of one of the bedrooms.

"Maria!" she heard a weak voice cry out. "Maria, stop!"

The girl stopped suddenly, for through her now blurring vision she
suddenly saw that it was Señor Mendosa, Salvador's invalid father, the
founder of the Morros gang, in the doorway. He was dressed in a
tattered robe, his face ravaged with illness, and he leaned against the
doorjamb for support. Maria gasped when she saw the sickly older man,
for the young girl had never before seen him leave the bedroom. The
sight of Leonardo Mendosa no longer propped up in his bed startled her,
and she gasped with alarm.

"Señor Mendosa! What . . . what are you doing out of bed?"

The wan-faced man stared down at the trembling abused girl, his eyes as
sharp as two stilettos and burning with anger.

"What's going on in my house, Maria?" he asked in a thin but determined
voice. "You tell me what's going on in there!"

"Nothing . . . nothing, I swear it. The gang is just playin', talkin'
and drinkin' - that's all."

"You're lying to me, Maria," Leonardo Mendosa said, his voice shrill
and harsh. "I know you're lying to me. Just like my boys have been
lying to me." He took a step toward her, and Maria knew that each step
was costing the old man precious energy, yet she was herself in no
condition to protest or even talk.

"Señor Mendosa," she stammered nervously, "you got to go back to bed.
Salvador and Bernardo wouldn't like it if they knew you was comin'
downstairs."

"I don't care. I want to know what's going on here tonight with the
gang. For years I have not said a word, have not asked a question, but
no more! Something is happening here tonight, I feel it in my heart,
and I must know what it is. Is Bernardo there with them? Are both of my
sons in there? Answer me!"

Leonardo was face to face with Maria Paloma now, and his eyes were
watery with bitter tears. Maria's first instinct was to run, to run
away from the house as fast as possible and find a fix. Salvador and
the others would be furious if they knew that their father was out of
his room, and she knew her life wouldn't be worth two cents if she
helped the sickly old man, or told him what was going on in the living
room. Yet, in the next moment, her need for revenge came surging into
her brain. Why shouldn't I tell him, she thought to herself, after the
way those bastards have treated me?

"They're . . . they're in the living room," she murmured finally. "But
you mustn't go in there, Señor Mendosa, you mustn't."

Leonardo gazed steadily into the girl's eyes, and at once he understood
the heartache and trouble the young Spanish girl had experienced in her
short life. Many of the young Latin women had hard lives here in the
barrio. Many times harder than that of the men. When he was young, he
had not understood this but as he had grown older and more ill, he had
had the time to sit back and look at the world around him. He had seen
much that he had not noticed before. Weakly the old man raised his
gnarled hand and tenderly touched the young brunette's face.

"I must go in there, Maria . . . I have been quiet for too long. I am
the man who started the Morros but I did not start it for bad things,
only for a means of survival." But his son and the other gang members
were abusing the power he had set up. They must now be stopped. "You go
home, niña. If they know you have helped me they will kill you, I know
that. Let me do this myself . . . go . . ."

"But Señor, you should be in bed . . ."

"Yes . . . perhaps . . . but it would be better for me to die than to
go on being silent. It isn't for me I do this. It is for my sons. I
will not have them sin like this; they will ruin their lives. I will
not have it . . . you must go now . . . please . . ."

"All . . . all right . . . but promise me you'll be careful . . .
please."

"I am an old man, Maria, and sick, but I still have some strength left.
Don't worry about me. You go now . . . and if you can . . . get out . .
. get out and leave here forever."

"Maybe I'll do that, Señor Mendosa."

"Good. Now go. I must see what is happening. I must know what is
happening now with the Morros."

At the end of the hall in the living room, Nancy Taggart, the young
reporter's wife, lay on the carpet, her naked body throbbing with
galvanic sexual excitement and her glistening skin damp with
perspiration. She had been mercilessly fucked by everyone in the room
now - everyone, that is, but Salvador Mendosa. Despite her humiliation,
she had experienced several explosive cums from the relentless attacks
of the obscene Morros members, and she was now barely conscious, her
brain reeling with excitement and too numb to reason. Rick's young wife
had totally surrendered to the gang now, for there was no way she could
resist them. The stinging pain that still lingered in her cheek was a
vivid, reminder that the Cubans would stop at nothing to get what they
wanted. She was trapped, and not only was she being systematically
raped by all of them, but she knew that she in a sick sense was
enjoying their cocks as much as they had enjoyed her cunt. Hot tears
began to stream down her cheeks as she lay helpless and ravaged on the
floor. But it really didn't matter how much she liked it. She was still
their slave, their helpless slave.

Suddenly Salvador strode toward her nakedly throbbing form, his face
split with a cruel smile. Bending over the captive blonde, he reached
down roughly and began to squeeze the hotly quaking mounds of her huge
tits.

"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits, Bernardo, wouldn't you
say?"

"Yeah, she's a real nice piece of ass, Salvador," Bernardo answered
eagerly, his muscular body surging with renewed desire. After he had
screwed her, he had watched each of the other Morros fucking the young
blonde and now he wanted to fuck her again. "I want to screw that cunt
again, Salvador."

"In a minute, Bernardo, in a minute," his older brother answered, as he
began to strip himself of his own clothing. "Her pussy should be nice
and slippery now, real good fucking for a young stud like you."

Nancy closed her eyes, trying to blot out the depraved conversation
from her mind, trying to close her ears to the foul language they used
in discussing her as though she were a piece of meat.

Salvador was completely naked now, his legs straddling her milk-white
hips as he knelt, bending down so that his lips closed around first one
softly throbbing nipple then the other. He sucked and bit at the tender
flesh, while the other Morros laughed crudely, made obscene remarks,
and continued to drink. After a few moments, the gang leader pulled
away and stood up, leaving Nancy's tiny budlike nipples swollen and red
from his vicious sucking.

"Bernardo," he called to his eagerly expectant brother. Turn the bitch
over. I'm gonna give her a special treat."

Obediently, Bernardo bent down and gripped the captive reporter's
wife's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her belly,
while his eyes hungrily drank in her glistening white nakedness. Nancy
lay on the rug without struggling now, shame and humiliation coursing
through her brutalized flesh, her voluptuously rounded asscheeks
quivering from the deep, soulful sobs that periodically escaped from
her lips.

Salvador waited for a moment, standing between her ankles, while his
huge thick cock grew more rigidly erect and jerked lewdly at the sight
of Nancy's helplessly exposed asscheeks. Then he stooped, grabbed both
of the subjugated girl's ankles and yanked at them harshly, spraying
them painfully apart.

"Oh no, please, no," she whimpered. Her helpless body squirmed in a
futile gesture of resistance as she tried to worm out of his cruel
grasp.

"Hold her, hold her," Salvador yelled to his younger brother, who
pushed his hand down hard into the small of her back, pressing her
belly tight against the rug. Nancy struggled again for a moment, then
lay still, her ravaged body shaking and exhausted from the repeated
fuckings the gang had given her.

The muscular Morros leader dropped to his knees between the girl's
lewdly splayed legs and ran his hands greedily over the long, tapering
lines of her trembling calves and up inside her cum-smeared thighs to
the cum-drenched flesh up between her legs. The shadowy cunt cleft
there was wet and inviting and Salvador growled in rising excitement as
he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's
helplessly exposed white asscheeks, parting it slightly so that her
tiny puckered asshole was visible to his lustful gaze. Slowly he drew
apart the soft white cheeks of her ass as she groaned and tried to
tense them together. Her continued resistance only made him dig his
fingers harder into the pliant flesh until she realized that her
struggles only meant pain and that it was best to surrender and let him
do as he wished.

The rest of the Morros murmured with rising lust as they realized that
Salvador intended to fuck the girl in the ass. There was a roar of
approval as the tight ring of her asshole came into view and then a
burst of laughter as Salvador thrust experimentally at it with his
outstretched middle finger.

Nancy cried out in pain and her body jerked forward as she felt his
finger intrude roughly into her tight rubbery nether opening. She
suddenly realized what he intended and began to shake with terror,
humiliated to the very core of her being at the thought of being raped
in her ass! She had thought she had experienced the worst already, but
now she knew that her torment had only just begun. Pressing her pelvis
hard into the carpet, she tensed her prim white asscheeks together to
escape the finger being fucked up into her rectal depths, but it was
useless, for he burrowed forward again, sinking it in to the first
knuckle.

"Aaaaaaannnnnngggggghhhhh!" she cried out pitifully, clenching her
asscheeks together as far as she could and trapping his hand between
the soft white mounds.

"Open it bitch," he commanded, slapping down with all his strength with
the other until his finger broke through her desperate but futile
resistance past the second knuckle. Nancy groaned aloud and then in
piteous submission, relaxed her sphincter muscles to his obscene
invasion.

As he scoured his middle finger mercilessly into her abused little
asshole, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, he
began to stroke his blood-swollen cock with his other hand, preparatory
to skewering the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly
beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and
forefinger to expose the huge bulbous head, and aimed the huge, thick
instrument directly at the opening now partially stretched from the
brutal ravishment of his finger.

Salvador again spread her nakedly trembling asscheeks wide with his
thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large
circle of saliva on the tiny circle to moisten and lubricate his entry,
while the others in the room watched as if transfixed.

Leaning forward, the dark Morros leader pressed the whole of his body
down against his helpless captive's back and slid his massive cock
along her sweat-dampened nether crevice until the tip rested against
the tiny throbbing hole glistening with his spit. Then, levering
himself up on his elbows, he pressured his hips forward, directing his
lust-swollen cock straight against the fearfully clenched opening.
Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his huge cockhead cruelly
forward into her tight little asshole.

"Stop! Uuuuuggggghhhh! Stop!" she screamed. "Oh God, stop it, you're
killing me. Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggg!"

Nancy writhed and moaned in agony, both from the painful pressure on
her unprotected asshole and from the knowledge that she was being
degraded to a point she had never imagined possible. And there was
nothing she could do about it! She was their beast of burden now, and
her naked young body was theirs to use as they wished.

Bernardo watched hungrily as his older brother's ass-splitting cock
burrowed farther and farther up into the tightly resisting ring now
clasping the tip of the Morros leader's cock like a wide-stretched
rubber band. He wanted to fuck her too, and the thought made his prick
lurch in almost uncontrollable excitement, jerking rigidly with lust
and hungry anticipation.

"Aaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Nancy gasped again as Salvador's massively
swollen cock finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully
cringing depths of her asshole until it was driven in all the way to
the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then lay still to ease
the pain, sobbing out her shame and anguish.

"Nice tight little asshole," the hoodlum growled above her. He reached
down, grasped her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up
to her knees, bending her subservient young body unmercifully. Then he
began to fuck in and out of her cock-split asshole, stretching her
nether opening wider and wider with painful forward strokes, bringing
groans of protest from the cringing wife's lips and howls of obscene
pleasure from the eagerly watching Morros gang.

Bernardo, standing impatiently beside them and frantically jerking on
his lust-hardened prick, was out of his mind with eagerness to join the
orgy, to fuck her at the same time as his brother!

"Hey, Salvador," he called out urgently, "can we turn her on her side
so I can get in on the action?"

"Sure, Bernardo," Salvador answered, proud to be able to share the
trembling young blonde's body with his younger brother. He knew at that
moment that his brother would one day take his place as head of the
Morros, and that they would fuck the reporter's wife together now as if
it were a sign of the respect he had for his younger brother.

"Bernardo, come and get your piece!"

Bernardo jumped at the words and lay eagerly next to the young ass-
fucked blonde. He was going to enjoy this, he thought, enjoy making her
pay for what she had done to him earlier that afternoon. A woman should
not get away with making a fool out of a man. And with that thought,
and before Nancy knew what was happening, he rammed his prick up into
her cum-slick cunt.

"Aaammmmhhhh!" Nancy Taggart moaned at the lewd double impalement and
then lay still, afraid to move, sandwiched between Salvador, whose
rigidly thickened cock filled her bruised wide-stretched asshole, and
his younger brother Bernardo, who lay on his side facing her, his
heavily throbbing prick sunk deep into her cum-drenched little pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," she groaned helplessly again from the pain and almost
unbearable shame, trapped between the two brothers, impaled on their
hotly throbbing cocks like an insect on a display board, with only the
thin wall of flesh between her asshole and pussy to separate the two
vicious instruments of torture.

Bernardo began immediately to fuck into the young reporter's wife's
throbbing cunthole, excited nearly to the bursting point at the idea of
sharing a woman with his brother for the first time. He fucked into her
with cruelly knifing force, as Salvador screwed upwards from behind,
ramming his thick, blood-engorged cock into the very depths of her
ravaged asshole. It took a moment, but then they developed a natural
rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam
rubber. She was groaning piteously now as they smacked into her body
with harder and harder force.

The young housewife's loins were stretched wide by the two lust-
thickened rods of male flesh and every inch of her milk-white body
throbbed with torturous pain. She was drowned in humiliation now, a
cringing mass of abused and ravaged feminine flesh.

But then, deep in her loins, as the two brothers fucked her
unmercifully, a new sensation began to grow, faint zephyrs of pleasure
that grew stronger and stronger with each brutally ramming stroke up
between her legs from front and back.

It seemed to the skewered blonde wife that her traitorous body was once
again betraying her. She was being fucked in the pussy and asshole by
two members of the cruel Morros gang, and she was beginning to enjoy
it!

Hardly had she begun to comprehend this bewildering turn of events when
an overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body and
completely obliterated the burning shame. It mingled in her loins with
the sharply wrenching pain so that she shook with a deeply thrilling
sense of savage animal excitement. As the feeling grew, the young girl
began to moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing her cock-filled body
between the brutally fucking Cuban brothers like a lust-conquered
whore.

A raging hurricane of masochistic delight swirled from the depths of
her. Her helplessness and the realization of her lewd position, ogled
and abused by a roomful of hoodlums, shameful to her only moments
before, now charged her with sexual excitement. Her hips began to move
eagerly backwards to meet the savage upthrusting of Salvador's thickly
fucking cock, then forward again to swallow the whole of Bernardo's
deeply screwing prick. She undulated wildly between the two rutting
males, rotating and heaving against them in utter obscene abandon.

"Yyyyyyyeeeesssss!" she heard herself scream wildly,
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, yeeeessssssss!"

The Mendosa brothers fucked her more and more wildly, urged on by her
obvious change of attitude and lewd cries. The other gang members in
the room were in a frenzy of lust as well, and had begun to jerk off as
they found themselves once more aroused by the lurid scene they were
witnessing. Salvador, Bernardo and Nancy were groaning in mutually
shared bestial excitement, groaning out a bizarre cry of heated sexual
debauchery. So involved with their obscene activities were they that no
one in the room noticed the door to the hallway being opened slowly and
the pathetic wasted figure standing in the shadows watching the torrid
scene with horrified eyes.

Nancy was nearly out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began
sobbing excitedly as her thrashing loins reached even greater heights
of naked excitement. She was cumming, cumming uncontrollably and her
madly throbbing cunt secreted a sweet gushing fluid that drove her
nearly incoherent with delight. Her eyes rolled upwards in her head,
and her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as cum after
mind-blowing cum rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly
exploding cunt flesh.

"Oh God, oh God," she sobbed, "don't stop. I'm cummmmmmming!
Cuuummmmmmmmiiiinnnnnggg!"

Both Salvador and his brother heard her cry and sensed her overpowering
climax and it charged them with renewed strength. Their two obscenely
inflated cocks became potent with raw masculine power as they fucked
from front and back, searing the twin channels of her loins like mighty
cannons, brothers now sharing the triumph of their subjugation of this
ravishingly beautiful creature pressed between their hard masculine
bodies.

"Uuuuunnnnnggggggghhhhhh!!!" Bernardo groaned as his cum-bloated balls
suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pleasure.
"I'm cumming too! Aaaaaaaggggghhhh!"

And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white-hot juice
into Nancy's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep
guttural moans, filling her with his young liquid cum.

Behind them, Salvador held off as long as possible, priding himself in
his ability to withhold his cum until the moment when he felt the time
was ripe for his release. Finally, however, he could wait no longer,
and he began to knife his huge lust-hardened cock forwards into Nancy's
greedily clenching asshole like a jack-hammer, his great strength
making him powerful as a bull as he tore cruelly into the girl's cock-
filled ass depths. His swollen cum-laden balls could no longer hold his
wildly churning juices now, and the slickly boiling cum traveled up
long the massive length of his deeply fucking cock until it burst
through the parted glans of his cockhead and gushed into the dark
interior of Nancy's asshole, filling her aching rectum with a radiant
burst of heat that made her delight soar immeasurably.

On and on it came, and they were joined by Chico, Jose and the others
who jerked themselves off as they watched, grunting like jungle
primitives. Finally, Bernardo pulled away, exhausted, leaving only his
older brother to complete the last few hard strokes until he, too, was
drained of his juices. Then, he stopped, and a momentary silence fell
over the room.

Then, in the next second, an old man's voice was heard, crying out with
a voice shaking with tears of sorrow.

"Animals! Animals!"

Salvador turned quickly, his eyes widening with shock when he saw the
stooped figure of his invalid father standing weakly in the doorway.



Chapter 9


Nancy Taggart walked lightly down the street and up the steps of the
county courthouse. She felt so good inside, and she hadn't felt this
good since before her husband was arrested for selling grass to school
kids. So many things had happened since that fateful night when the
police had come knocking at the door of their house to arrest him, so
many things! She didn't know if she would ever get around to telling
her Rick the half of it. In fact, she knew that she wouldn't.

She stopped halfway up the courthouse stairs for a moment and thought
about it. What would Rick's reaction be if he found out what she had
been doing with her free time ever since he had been arrested? What
would he say if he knew that the gang he had tried so hard to destroy
had nearly destroyed her? She remembered how wild she had been the
night that Chico and the other Morros called Jose had broken into her
house by using the little spanish girl, Maria Paloma as bait. How they
had made her take off her clothes, and then, dressed only in a coat,
had taken her to the Mendosa brothers' house where they had proceeded
to screw her to within an inch of her life. Who knows what would have
happened to her had not the older Mendosa, the father of Salvador and
Bernardo, been awakened by her cries and come to find what horrible
thing his sons were doing.

She remembered that moment with a shudder. She had been wedged tightly
between the two brothers, as they were both fucking her at the same
time, one in her asshole and the other in her cunt. She had been out of
her mind from the wild cum they had just given her when she had looked
up into the pain-filled face of the older Mendosa. She had thought at
that moment that she was a dead woman, the look in his eyes was so
cruel, but then, she had realized that the look was not for her but for
the man's sons, who were committing a terrible crime in the old man's
eyes. After that everything had seemed to happen so quickly. Before she
knew it, she had been bundled back up in her coat and they were driving
her back to her house. She had arrived there in one piece and the
Morros who had brought her there had left without so much as a word.
After a few minutes of recovery, Nancy had gone straight to the phone
and called the police, filling them in on all of the information that
she had managed to get out of Bernardo only that afternoon.

She read the whole story of their arrest in the morning paper. And
someone, Nancy liked to think that it had been Maria, had gone to the
police to clear her husband of the false charges that had been laid
upon him. And now here she was picking him up at the courthouse.

It was going to be wonderful having her husband back with her. And she
had some great news to tell him too. Nancy Taggart was going to be a
reporter just like her husband! She had even confirmed the job with
Rick's editor. She had done so well in finishing up Rick's assignment
that he had hired her instantly.

Ooohhh! She shook with excitement from her head to her toes, and her
pussy grew wet and hot at the thought. Not only was she going to get
her husband back, but she was going to be a reporter, and she was going
to see if she could get her first assignment with her husband to finish
his series of articles. She would like that, working with all those
handsome young street-gang members, doing all that research, getting
all that information on them, just like she had gotten her information
out of Bernardo. Yes, she would like that very much!


The End