they entered the house, and his brow furrowed with concern as he saw Bernardo slip his hand down behind the Levi's-encased asscheeks of the young blonde reporter's wife and begin to furtively massage the smoothly curved mounds.
'Be careful, hombre,' he murmured to himself. They shut the door behind them. 'She is a woman with a purpose.'
Inside the house, Bernardo led Nancy upstairs into a small, seedylooking room on the second floor. It was as filthy as the rest of the place. At one time it had been painted a pale yellow, but the walls were now coated with dirt. There were some empty beer cans scattered about on the floor and a worn-out mattress lay in one corner.
'Well, it ain't much,' Bernardo remarked as he closed and locked the bedroom door behind him, 'but it's got the essentials.'
The young reporter's wife gulped with anxiety to find herself in such dismal surroundings with the young Morros gang member. She had been desperately masking her intense dislike for the youth, and fighting back the surging flow of fear that threatened to destroy her carefully managed cool. But she knew she had to go through with it now.
Bernardo had pulled down the shade on the window and flicked on a glaring overhead lightbulb that illuminated the small room with a flat harsh glare, making it even uglier than before. Then the dark-haired Cuban walked directly to the young bride and without a word grabbed her roughly and began kissing her face, neck, and shoulders with a hungry urgency, while running his hands up and down over her provocatively clad young body.
Nancy was thrown off guard momentarily by the arrogant Morros member's abrupt ardor, but reminding herself of her desperate mission she began to return his obscene kisses, and let her hands begin to rove eagerly over his lean young body. At first she was somewhat reserved, but within a few minutes she found herself beginning to fall into the lusty excitement of the moment, strangely aroused not only by the sex-driven Cuban, but by the bizarre circumstances. She could hardly believe that she would actually thrill to the idea of being fucked by Bernardo Mendosa, the man responsible for sending her man to jail, embracing him like some desperate harlot, yet it was happening. The young reporter's wife reminded herself that she was here to save her husband, and yet there was an undeniable tide of desire shivering through her voluptuous young frame, and she was helpless to resist it.
Finally, she pulled away from the hotly aroused Cuban, gasping for breath.
'Well,' she said, 'you really go at it, don't you?'
'Yeah, baby, when I wanna fuck, I fuck, that's all.'
'I think your brother might be suspicious if he heard you were here with me. He might think that I was trying to get something out of you.'
Bernardo's eyes narrowed dangerously.
'I don't want to hear any more goddamn talk about my brother, understand? I don't need him or anybody else telling me what to do. If they think a woman is going to make me talk about gang matters, they're out of their minds. Besides, I don't think a woman could understand what I would tell her anyway. She hasn't got the brains. There are many things the Morros have done that would get them put away for a long time, but I would say nothing to anyone who could do anything about it.'
'You're right, lover!' She wanted to ask him about the things the Morros had done, but was afraid of arousing his suspicions by asking too soon. But what kind of things could the Morros have done to make them go to jail?
'Oh, I could tell you of many things.'
'Tell me, I want to know you, all of you, to be able to please you more,' she said as she began to untie the silk blouse, hoping to get the Cuban to talk.
'Plenty,' Bernardo remarked, his mouth curling in an obscene smile as the young reporter's wife revealed the naked fullness of her softly billowing tits to the dark-haired hoodlum's lurid gaze. Eagerly Salvador's brother began to strip himself, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside, then lowering his tight jeans down over his lean, hard hips.
He wore no underwear and Nancy quivered slightly in alarm as his thickly swollen prick and balls were once again revealed to her sight.
His huge pulsing cock was vastly larger than she had remembered, and the young wife shuddered involuntarily as she thought of its huge girth fucking up into her tender little pussyhole. His balls, swaying lewdly beneath his heavily throbbing prick, seemed to her to be enormous.
Within a few moments, the cruel Morros gang member stood before her completely naked, his well-muscled body gleaming in the harsh lights of the room. Inwardly, Nancy wished she were miles away from the place, far from the lewd stare of the perverted young man, back in Rick's arms, safe and sound. But that was impossible.
'How about strippin' off those sexy short shorts, woman,' Bernardo said, sliding his hand directly up over her tightly encased pussy mound. 'I want to see your cunt all naked again.'
Nancy unhooked the front of her well-worn Levi's and, moving back slightly, slid the supple garment down over the gleaming white curves of her naked legs, while Bernardo watched with wildly mounting lust as the blonde reporter's wife's lusciously formed body was revealed completely. His hand reached down instinctively to grasp the painfully aching flesh of his fully erect cock, and he began to pump hungrily at it, arousing himself to a fever-pitch of desire.
Rick's blonde wife carefully folded her Levi shorts and placed them with the other garments on the floor, being careful to lay them on a less dirty area. Then, walking slowly to the mattress, undulating her voluptuous body with sensual grace, she lay down, spreading her long white legs wide, hoping to excite Bernardo even more.
'I guess you have a lot of women, Bernardo.'
'Yeah, quite a few,' he said, laughing, his eyes riveted to the appetizing young female who lay spread-eagled on the mattress before him. He gloated with drunken triumph, reveling in the idea of brutally fucking the wife of the man the gang had framed into a jail sentence.
Hell, he had the world by the tail – all the chicks he wanted, even this straight gringa was so horny for him she was practically begging him to fuck her. Christ, she probably hadn't had a real fuck in her whole life!
Still reeling with the effects of his drinking, Bernardo's mind surged with fantasies of power and wild dreams. His massive cock throbbed with raging lust and growling hungrily, he scrambled onto the mattress and fell forward on top of the young blonde reporter's wife who gasped in fright as he sprawled on top of her without warning.
Greedily he began to lick and suck on Nancy's whitely swelling tits, at the same time grinding his pulsing hips hard against hers and ramming his thickly pulsing cockhead against the wet resilient flesh of Nancy's vulnerably exposed cunt slit. Then he reached down suddenly, and with one firm move positioned his lurching prick at the trembling entrance of the young wife's pussy. With a vicious thrust, he suddenly fucked his rigid thickness deeply into her hair-rimmed cunt flesh like a raging bull, consumed with roaring lust, pushing the hot juicy pussy walls in rippling waves before it. Finally, with a loud slap, his balls smacked against the flesh of her tensed and trembling thighs.
'Ooooooohhhhh Goddddddd!' Nancy moaned loudly beneath him, stunned and terrified to be taken so quickly, to have his thrusting hardness tearing with no preparation into her tightly clasping cunt, spearing her without mercy.
His huge prick lay sunk deep in her softly pulsing pussy depths, filling every part of her insides. It had happened so fast that for a moment the scheming young wife was completely stunned, shocked out of her elaborate masquerade. She realized that he was ready to fuck her right away, and that she had nothing incriminating on the gang. She had to get him to talk, but how? How?
Yet even as Nancy wondered how in the world she could make the young Cuban confess his gang's criminal activities, her cunt was beginning to tremble with heated excitement. It was as if her wide-stretched pussy crudely welcomed Bernardo's obscene girth and brutal attack, even craved it, and the young blonde began to tremble with a kind of erotic delight she had never remotely experienced before, even with her own husband. How was it possible? Why was it happening?
Bernardo lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his lips down wetly over her startled mouth and began
