Rod Long: In Sexual Pursuit

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

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

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

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

It was long and thick, and looked like a huge log to Nancy's eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reaching down, he gripped Nancy's head in his hands and forced it down hard onto his heavily throbbing prick, enjoying the choking sounds that rose from her throat as he screwed it in and out, in and out.

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

Indeed, the tormented reporter's wife, to her own surprise, was rapidly finding the fiery sensations in her womb and belly almost irresistible.

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

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

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