Rod Long: In Sexual Pursuit

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.