Donna was in continuous orgasm mode, just one small orgasm after another non-stop. Veronica slid up on the bed so she was next to me and was plunging her fingers into her pussy and working her clit with her thumb. I reached over and tweaked her nearest nipple with one hand while I did the same to Donna.
We kept this up for a minute or so when I moved my hand down to Donna's clit. I applied pressure and rubbed back and forth on her bud. She was building to a massive orgasm and I wanted it to be her best. I moved my other hand down to Veronica's pussy and stuck two fingers inside her and manipulated her clit with my thumb. This wasn't the easiest thing to do but I did it; I knew I would not last much longer and then it came. I shot my sperm deep into Donna. The sensation of my hot cum slamming inside her pushed her over the edge and she came with a gush of puss-stream and a scream-and the sounds and smells that were released gave Veronica what she needed to finish also and she came with a shudder and a groan but no stream of girl-juice.
I woke a few hours later with sunlight streaming into the room. I had an arm wrapped around each beautiful sister and their heads on my chest, each had a leg laying over mine. What could be better, I wondered, two beautiful sexy sinful sisters in bed with my shifty ass.
Life was good in Mexico, I thought.
Chapter VIII. The Fantasy
I could feel a set of lips sliding up and down my dick and a tongue swirling around it; this was a wonderful way to wake up and I was getting used to it. I let out a moan and the blowjob stopped for an instant and then started again as Donna wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. I was still groggy and my brain was not quite working yet. Okay, so Donna's kissing me, which means Veronica…
Donna said: “I didn't think you'd mind, I decided to teach Veronica how to suck cock. How's she doing?”
“Either you are a great teacher or she is an excellent student,” was my response. “I'm not going to last much longer,” I added.
“Go ahead and cum in her mouth. But wait until I get there, I want it. This is so fucking hot!” she said as she slid down to join Veronica.
The sight was breathtaking. Veronica was on my right with her lips wrapped around my dick, working it up and down and Donna was on my left with her nose and mouth only inches away from my dick. I felt the familiar swelling in my prick and the rushing of cum from my balls and down my shaft, and the release as it gushed into Veronica's mouth.
“Don't swallow; hold it in your mouth,” Donna instructed.
My dick slipped out of the 13-year-old's mouth. She looked at her sister with chipmunk cheeks all puffed out.
“I want to taste it too,” Donna said as she leaned over and kissed her sister, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue between Veronica's lips.
Veronica hesitated at first then relaxed as Donna's tongue worked around her own as they shared my cum. They soon broke the kiss and each girl swallowed what they each had in their mouths. Veronica looked at me and like an excited kid seeking approval asked, “Did I do it right? I love sucking cock. I could have kept it up forever but I wanted to taste your cum in my mouth too.”
“You did just fine and with more practice you'll be as good as your sister.”
She beamed with pride at the compliment and reached over and hugged her sister. “Thanks for sharing,” Veronica said.
“Just remember, he's mine, I got dibs. Don't try to steal him. If you want just ask,” was Donna's answer…
But that's just a fantasy I have every now and then, a memory I wished I had. Fantasy can be a good coping mechanism…
Chapter IX. The Reality
The reality: later that night, while we were sleeping, three men burst into the room wearing dark clothes and masks. They beat me up good and I was unable to stop them from taking the girls. Donna and Veronica kicked and screamed. Their mouths were covered in duck tape. They were taken naked.
When I was able to stand up, I called the front desk. Nothing. I called the local police.
Larry was dead. They shot him in the office.
The police came, and so did the state federales. They told me there had been a rash of kidnappings and all I could do was wait for a ransom phone call.
The call never came, not in Mexico or back in the States.
The local police told me that blonde American women fetched a high price on the white sex slave market, and the girls could be in any country-Saudi Arabia or Chile-held in rooms and forced to perform sex acts on a rich man with a harem or many men running a brothel for the exotic.
Back in the states, I campaigned for help from the State Department. I was told there was a long list of kidnapped American girls and women from almost very country in the world, and they could only do so much, such as wait for a ransom demand.
Donna and Veronica's parents felt the devil did it-that the devil claimed their daughters for their sinful ways, such as going down to Ensenada with me. Sure, they blamed me, but mostly it was Satan.
I blamed myself plenty. I drank a lot and went mad, was arrested for public fighting a few times, and finally had to check into rehab to get off the booze and drugs I was using. I didn't have a job and found myself homeless for a while. It took about five years to get my life back in order.
All I could think of was how stupid I had been, displaying the two sisters in those skimpy sexy bikinis for all to see-such as her kidnappers. I imagined there were men who scouted the beach, gathered information, and went in for the abduction. I read about this stuff online.
And it was on the Internet, five years later, that I found Donna-on one of those “rape fantasy” sites out of Russia. There were videos and pictures: a pretty blonde woman is gang-raped by a dozen men in military uniforms. Her mouth is gagged and eyes wide open. Green eyes. Unmistakable green eyes.
Donna's eyes.
And her body.
I knew that body, and those eyes.
I gave the website information to the FBI but a week later the site was down and the FBI said they had no leads, they had no power in Russia, is the video was even made there.
For two years I spent a lot of time trying to find more photos or videos of Donna. I found nothing.
I thought I found Veronica on a kiddie porn site from Argentina, but I couldn't be sure. And she would be twenty by then, the same age Donna was when I flirted with her in the store.
They could've been old photos, the girl looked fourteen or so in the pictures, but I just couldn't be sure because the photographer made sure the girl's face was never completely seen.
So many things went through my mind.
I was thirty-eight now and I had stopped flirting with young women, I didn't even date. The only sex I got was from prostitutes down in Mexico, but mostly I paid them to tell me what they knew about the kidnapping and white sex slave racket.
They didn't know much.
One time I thought I saw Veronica working the streets in the hooker district on Tijuana. Looked like Veronica from the back. No, the girl was Mexican and had a blonde dye job.
I kept looking and seeing out information until I turned forty.
I joined the church Donna and Veronica's parents were members of and they accepted me-the parents and congregation-and told me I was forgiven by Jesus.
I wish I could fool myself into believing that.
