Rod Long: In Sexual Pursuit

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!

"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.