Carl van Marcus - Naked and helpless

She felt a lascivious thrill from his tonguing into her mouth. She ran her hands over his back, his arms, his neck, thrilling to the feel of Julio's hard, powerful muscles. He flexed his muscular thighs, moving his enormous shaft a little further in. There was pain – she thought her vagina would be split apart – but she could endure it because she wanted his huge rod of flesh inside her. Her body cried out for it, demanded it, and there was no turning back.

"Oooohhhh… aaahhh… aanngghh…" she moaned, grimacing with the pain. Julio paused for a moment, panting above her, his body slick with sweat. His beard tickled her cheeks and her neck, sending more shivers down her spine. He wriggled his thighs then, warning her in advance of an imminent thrust far up into her cunt, so she stretched her legs wider apart and drew her knees back, leaving her pussy in a more open and vulnerable position to receive the immense, blood-bloated rod of throbbing flesh. Its pounding heat was already enticing the juices from her vaginal walls – her pussy, her vagina, her clitoris wanted more.

He groaned aloud, then suddenly whammed his buttocks down and forward, sending his palpitating shaft deep up into her, searing her vagina as if a boiling thermos had been rammed into her belly. Jill let out a loud gasp of pain. She bucked and quivered and squirmed on his cock, trying to evade his impaling weapon. But it was useless. He knew that he had her. He gave an extra shove, feeling the tip of his cock butt against her cervix. Dios, she was tight! If his cock had lungs he would have strangled to death.

They lay still together for a long moment, he giving her a chance to get used to his cudgel. They were breathing in synch. He flexed his throbbing member inside her, and she contracted her vaginal muscles around it.

Julio slowly eased back out a little, feeling as though his cock were being gripped by strong hands; clenching, slippery hands as he shoved in again hard. Jill gave a stifled cry. Back out a little and in again. (She groaned.) Out… in… (She gasped, then sighed.) Out, in… out, in… (A little longer stroke this time.) Out, in… (She was moving under him, her buttocks were coming to life.) Out, in… faster now… (She was thrusting her pelvis up harder to his loins.)

God, it was exciting! She had never felt so thrilled in all her life. She pulled his head down and thrust her tongue hungrily up into his mouth, her eyes closed, a steady whimper of pleasure emanating from her throat. Julio returned her kisses with ardor. They were both consumed by passion, their sweat-soaked bodies locked against each other, creating a sauna of flesh in the sun-drenched bedroom of Garcia's "man Friday".

A long stroke now – her cunt was wet and hot; his cock was hot and sticky – in, out… iiiiinnnnn… ooouuuttt… She was loving it! She couldn't get enough!

Jill's long legs were tightly wrapped around his contracted, rock-hard buttocks. Her moans of pleasure grew in volume until they reached a crescendo as the well-fucked American ingenue rode the full length of Julio's massively thrusting cock into her stretched vaginal passage.

Her passion peaked at that instant. "Ohhhh… ohh my God… I'm… I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" She bucked furiously against him and ground her pussy as hard as she could around his skewering cock, flailing her head on the bed and spasming throughout her sweat-drenched body. Her sighs of rapture culminated an act she had intended to deny herself until she was married. And while she was in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, the powerful, muscular body on top of her shuddered violently and filled her pussy with spewing jets of sticky hot cum.

"Vino la familia," he said later, while they both lay there spent and surfeited with the afterglow of orgasm.

"What?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face. Her eyes were heavy lidded and shimmering.

"Vino la familia," he repeated, brushing a clinging strand of hair from her cheek. "It means we came together. That is very good – especially for a beginner." He smiled at her, and for the first time, there was a look of tenderness in his eyes.

"Your eyes, they're so blue," she said.

"I got them from my Irish mother. She was born in Boston. Mary O'Brien. Thus, I am Julio Cabrillo-O'Brien. In Mexico we take the mother's maiden name."

"I never knew that," she said dreamily, feeling another surge of desire stir her loins.

"There are many things you do not know, chiquita," he said, flexing his cock inside her once again. She could feel his organ beginning to expand. "But you must learn them… and very soon. First, I must be certain of some things. And I will need your cooperation…"

"Anything, Julio. Whatever you say," she answered huskily, squeezing his burgeoning cock with her clasping vaginal muscles. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Yes… yes, I will. Later…" And he fastened his mouth again over her soft, yielding lips.

"Well?" Garcia looked up from his desk in the study, where he was busily writing something on a piece of paper. At Julio's appearance, he hastily took the paper and placed it in a small drawer. Taking a fine gold chain from out of his pocket, he used the single small brass key to lock the drawer. He then returned the key to his pocket and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Julio's "report".

"There is nothing to worry about, Don Ernesto. The girl and her boyfriend parted in anger… he became impatient with her virginity." The two men exchanged knowing smiles. "As the old woman told you, the girl did make a call to her home city that evening, before she went to dinner. But from the girl herself I learned that the call to her boyfriend was disappointing – he apparently had decided to switch rather than fight… he said he was making love at that moment to the girl's twin sister…"

Garcia smiled broadly. "So, she has a twin. Caramba! It is a pity the twin did not come to San Francisco also. What an exhibit the two of them would make! But then, you would have to work twice as hard, Julio…"

The bearded young man grinned back. "I enjoy my work, Don Ernesto. Especially my most recent work."

"Una pinocha deliciosa?" Garcia queried, raising his eyebrows with interest.

Julio joined his fingertips and brought them to his lips, making a loud smacking sound as he kissed them. "Dolce. Dolce," he said, elongating the words.

"Interesante. Muy interesante. Perhaps I shall have to taste that little pinocha with my own lips… In the meantime, there are business matters to attend to. We are going to Acapulco tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Si, si. Dawson will arrive at ten. He will meet us at the plane. Phone the hangar and instruct them to make sure everything is in order – we take off at ten-thirty."

"And the girl?"

"She can come along – a brief vacation. You can fill her time, I trust; Dawson and I will be occupied – oh, phone Acapulco and tell them to have the car waiting. And alert Maria that we shall have a chavalita guest overnight. I want everything in order, including champagne and caviar for two – in my bedroom." Garcia gave his aide a sly smile.

"I thought you would be occupied with Dawson, Don Ernesto."

"True. But not in the bedroom! Even a business man must have his moments of leisure…"

"In that case, you had better rest before getting into bed with her," Julio replied. "And what about Valdez?"

"I have already spoken to him. He is chagrined that Jill will not be at work tonight, but I reminded him that the exhibit will be held in two days. It is not so long to wait. Which reminds me, you must also phone the ranchero and tell them to get the girls ready. You will have to drive up there and pick them up. I want them briefed – the girl is to know nothing. You can stress to them the consequences of indiscretion, Julio…"