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    Default Fucking the Teen Cousin

    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!
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    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."
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    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.
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    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.
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