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Excited primitive emotions flashed like lightning across Diego's dark face as he saw the beautiful American woman's cunt revealed in all its glory before him. The pink moist slit had all the coloration of a Mazatlan sunset, and the warmly glistening pussy lips looked as soft and as billowy as a meringue atop a pie waiting to be eaten. And there, right in the middle of that warm inviting crevice, was the trembling opening to all of the hidden pleasures of her womb. To Diego's practiced eyes, it looked smaller than normal. The cunt would be tight, very tight! His hungry eyes feasted on the mouth-watering sight, and he thought to himself, we shall see just how hot we can get this beautiful American bitch before we fuck her. He sat down beside her, noting that her eyes were closed - that they remained closed as he began caressing her thighs, running his hands from ankle to crotch. Margaret quivered, and Diego noted with pleasure that she had goose-bumps all across her taut belly and that, even without touching them, her nipples had sprung to a brown erect life.

"It is beautiful, no?" Diego said to Paco, not taking his eyes off the woman.

"You talk too much," Paco replied. "Do what you must do and let me fuck her too!"

Margaret heard Diego laugh, then felt his weight shift on the bed. Now he was between her outspread thighs, and she knew he was about to begin his barbarous rape of her helpless body. Then, without warning, he was kissing her abdomen. The sudden wet contact of his hot lips sent a chill racing the length of her spine. She stiffened and heard his evil laughter once again. What was he doing? What could he have in mind? She felt his teeth nibbling at her belly button, then his tongue was tracing a hot pattern across her lower belly. She abruptly became aware of his forbidden perverted intentions and tried to sit up. Diego's powerful hand pressed down on her breasts and she was forced back against the mattress. Now his mouth moved boldly down from her navel to the "V" of her crotch, spreading the sable-like auburn fleece with his thumbs and flicking his tongue - like an ant-eater - into the warm, damp cuntal crevice.

Margaret jerked from the sudden electrifying contact with her almond-budded clitoris. She fought to close her legs, but Diego merely stuck his elbows between her thighs and forced them wider apart than ever. Spread-eagled and eyes open in horrified shame, as she saw Pace's feral expression of lust, Margaret struggled futilely against his bull-like strength. She could see him on elbows and knees, white teeth bared and grinning in victory up at her, as though he were some predatory animal stalking toward a sacrificial lamb tethered at a post. Without taking his eyes from hers, Diego bent his head and licked the crevice once. He laughed in delight as she jerked against his hold.

Then all amusement fled his dark-complexioned face as he looked down at the succulent feast awaiting him. The watermelon-colored moist flesh of her naked, defenseless pussy was there before his eyes, bringing the hot saliva boiling to his mouth. He licked his lips over again in anticipation, then placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, with thumbs resting on the soft fleshy portals of her cunt. Slowly, with an outward movement of his thumbs, he peeled the pinkly glistening lips apart to expose the deeper set of blood red inner cuntal lips. He watched it hungrily for a minute, as though he were starving, and then with a low moan of obscene hunger, dropped his head and buried the full-length of his long hot tongue into the slippery little mouth of her throbbing pussy.

Margaret shuddered, moaning entreaties from the depths of her soul. She ground her buttocks down hard into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape this salacious attack on her cunt. This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't! She had prepared herself for rape . . . for anything - but not this.

"Oh . . . please . . . nooooooo! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She whimpered in pleading supplication as his head rocked up and down greedily between her legs.

"No . . . noooooo . . ., Oh God! No!" and now it was a continual plea as her auburn-tressed head fell back onto the mattress and flailed from side to side as his hot hard tongue drove relentlessly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. She found herself holding her breath, flexing her thigh muscles, and stretching her toes until they were splayed out in protest. Margaret abruptly became aware that she was fighting not only him, but also the forbidden pleasure that his rapacious tongue was beginning to bring her body. She could feel everything down there - the scrape of his beard stubble against her soft sensitive thighs, his tongue, his teeth, his hot breath ... her own deeper muscles beginning to twitch in undisguised joy.

Paco kept watching the expression on the American woman's face. He knew Diego was getting to her. She was getting very hot, even though she seemed to be trying to hide it. Why did she not let herself go like all other women he knew? Was she ashamed of being a woman? He wanted to laugh at that thought. A female with a body like this afraid of being a hot-blooded woman. Oh, well. It mattered not. She was getting hot now in spite of her resistance. That was good. The hotter the better, because he wanted her hot when his own long hard cock rammed into her the first time.

As Diego swirled his tongue wilder and wilder up between her open thighs, he began to notice the tremendous amount of sweet, thick lubricating nectar that was flowing from the pulsating walls of the gringas cunt and that her pussy lips were beginning to move and nibble back softly like a feeding baby's mouth on its mother's tit. As his tongue and mouth worked lasciviously, he moved one hand up over the rippling whiteness of her belly and dug his fingernails harshly into her straining breast, bringing a low moan of pain from her before he began rolling the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He could tell by the way her pussy was twitching that her body was enjoying this and it was only a matter of moments before the proud bitch would be forced to admit it. Before this night was over, she would no longer be proud or haughty, she would be like any other hot blooded woman begging and whimpering to be fucked.

Paco began stripping off his clothes in preparation for his turn with the gringa. As he was removing his trousers, he decided to torment Diego. He walked up to the bed, gazed down at the slobbering turtle hunter, and said, "It seems the female does not respond sufficiently to your attentions. Perhaps you should let a real man have her."

Diego lifted his head from Margaret's cunt; his face was shining from his own saliva and her vaginal secretions. He grinned lewdly. "No response? No response! Hah, you are a burro. Watch this." He took his hands away from her breasts and pushed them under her wide-spread knees, lifting and pushing them up so that her kneecaps were pressed tightly against her full ripe tits. The entire naked plane of her luscious pussy was revealed in all its glory, as was her tight puckered little brown asshole. Chuckling, Diego used his hot, wet tongue to quiver and probe at the tiny rubbery anal ring.

This unexpected depraved assault on her anus caused Margaret to cringe and brought an undulating low moan of subjugation from her lips. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of Paco and his fully erect prick only inches away from her face. Diego's tongue continued to flicker in sweet torment around her tiny nether opening. Although she fought these new sensations, it was only a matter of seconds before her mouth opened laxly and her abdomen began rippling as the unwanted zephyrs of lust arced heatedly through her loins.

"Oh, dear God . . . please don't do that," she pled piteously, although the wanton actions of her body gave lie to her words. She yelped as Diego's thumb and forefinger found her clitoris and tantalizingly rolled it between them.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh, no."

Both Paco and Diego laughed at the reaction, and at her desperate attempt to screw her buttocks into the mattress in an effort to escape this anal ravishment. Suddenly, Diego pushed his face forward and his tongue - like a hot red little prick - sank wetly into the depths of her asshole.

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh," she screeched, not a cry of pain, but one of denial at this feeling of forbidden rapture. Diego's tongue began thrusting in and out of the tight elastic little opening, worming its way deeper, ever deeper into the soft buttery depths. He could feel her sphincter muscles expanding and contracting with each thrust.

"Oooohhhh . . . ohhhhhHHHH!" She was whimpering now, the abject whimper of a person without decency begging for more, as she felt her body short-circuiting all nerve centers of morality, modesty, and self-control. Tiny little goose-bumps of erotic pleasure stalked their way across her heaving belly and quivering breasts. And, suddenly, her brain was no longer in command of her rebellious body. Her buttocks began jerking powerfully back toward the tiny spearing tongue tip, attempting to drive it even deeper into the forbidden opening. Wave after wave of spasmodic pleasure arced through her abdomen, and raw nerves that she had never before realized existed now began screaming for physical release.

The knowledge that for the first time in her life she had been deserted by her own body brought stinging tears of shame and humiliation springing to her eyes. She fought with all her will against admitting that what he was doing to her was pleasurable. Now everything - the walls she had built - crumbled, and spreading her thighs wider, her hands dropped to the young Mexican's curly hair, pulling his face in tighter up between them. She heard Paco's cruel, lewd laugh of ultimate victory, but it made no difference to her what either of these men thought of her now. Only one thing mattered . . . the hotly beautiful assault upon her loins must continue.

The betraying words boiled out of her lust constricted throat. "Ahhh . . . ahhh, don't stop!" That was the signal for the last vestiges of self-control to vaporize. Her shamelessly aroused body seemed to bend like a contortionist as she sought to culminate the act of unnatural lust. She began a wanton jerking movement up and down against his hot, wet, maddening tongue. Her fingers dug deeper into his hair as she tried to pull him further into the steaming cauldron of her cunt. With her complete submission, she forgot about the humiliation, forgot about her promises to herself, forgot morals and decency, forgot everything but the pleasure this Mexican bandit was bringing her.

Diego knew the second she surrendered completely to him, and immediately thrust his tongue deep into her throbbing pussy again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in impatient little circles up against his face. He watched expressions of lust and eagerness contort her face. She was his now . . . she would do anything he wanted.

And suddenly, he knew he had to ram his aching prick deep into that hot little belly of hers and fill her with a boiling flood of cum. Now, he had turned the beautifully aristocratic American woman into one who was like all the others, he gloated, just another hot little bitch who was crying to be fucked . . . and she would be fucked, fucked until she couldn't walk a straight line for a week. There would be nothing left for Paco when he was finished.

He pulled his mouth and tongue away from her now hungrily pulsating pussy lips and was rewarded with a low moan of distress from her:

"Oh, no ... please don't stop."

"Don't worry puta. Now I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Spread your legs."

Margaret found her brain and body in heated conflict. She wanted to fight him, to deny him the easy access to her body that he seemed to feel was his due, but even as she deliberated, her trembling legs were opening of their own will - as though they were in control of her body.

Less than a second later, Diego fell forward onto her and, at that moment, thrust his hips forward, driving his huge golden cudgel of muscle and gristle through her tight, but now unresisting little cuntal opening; the big, throbbing rod of hardened flesh raced into her belly like a brakeless elevator plunging into a heated shaft.

"Aaaaaggghhh," her scream was that of a hawk diving from high places. His mouthings at her vagina and anus, together with the six-inch hard rubber pena, had built her up and partially prepared her for this, but never in her wildest imaginations had she ever dreamed that an alien penis - any cock! - could have felt so exquisitely divine as it plummeted into her depths. Of its own accord, her pelvis rose desperately, greedily, to meet his balls, and the two bodies met in mid-air, fought each other momentarily for supremacy, then drew apart to slam powerfully into each other again.

"Oh . . . God! Oh ... God!" she repeated in undisguised ecstasy as his prick began pounding deep up into the portals of her womb. She simply let her body take over; indeed, there was nothing she could have done to prevent this usurpation of her brain's normal function. And suddenly, as she felt the ripples of sensation spreading outward from the pit of her belly, she knew that her body now had been taken over by an even greater power ... her cunt!

In all her 18 years with John, she had orgasmed only a few times. But now, in this earth-packed Mexican adobe hundreds of miles from civilization, lying in abject submission under the muscular body of a wild, animal-like ravisher and criminal, Margaret knew she was close to a climax within seconds after his animal-like brutal penetration. The knowledge terrified her by its implications. She threw her head from side to side, refusing to acknowledge what her cock-filled pussy was feeling, and then, unable to hold back any longer, she reached up and grabbed Diego by the neck, pulling his face down hard upon hers while her tongue savagely thrust into his surprised, half-open mouth.

As the ripples moved outward from her twitching hot vagina; scalding tears welled up in her eyes. She hadn't wanted this to happen. It was impossible that it could be happening. What had made her act this way? The only explanation was that having acted as a mother, she was as vulnerable as any female. As Diego's thick cock continued to thrust imperiously into her clasping hungry cunt, and her own traitorous body rose like a fighting fish to meet it, she began crooning, "Harder . . . fuck harder . . . fuck me, Oh God ... fuck me!"

And Paco, watching everything, saw the woman's toes suddenly curl. Her breath was coming like the panting, snorting of a burdened locomotive climbing a very steep incline. From his vantage point, her moist pink pussy clasping Diego's cock looked like a voraciously bearded mouth hungrily devouring a long flesh colored banana.

Margaret had felt her body building to a climax, but she was unprepared for the suddenness or intensity of the orgasm when it hit her. It was as though someone had thrown an electrical switch at the base of her spine. She stiffened, gasped, then gurgled almost unbelievingly, "I'm cumming . . . Oh, God . . . I'm cumming . . . Fuck me . . . Fuck me-eeee. Aiiiieeeee! I'M CUMMMING!" Her body went into an insane frenzy of uncontrollable writhing as the sensations shot from nerve endings up the spine to her skull where brain and senses shorted out in an ecstatic explosion of unbelievable rapture. She was an untamed horse attempting to unseat her first rider, rearing, snorting with only the whites of the eyes showing.

Somewhere in the dim recesses of her wildly exalting mind, she was aware that his prick had swollen and now it was throbbing hotly up deep inside her open belly. He was cumming in her . . . and that knowledge deepened her orgasm's intensity even further. Once again she wrapped her arms around the Mexican's neck and pulled his face down. Her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth, and small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure came from deep within her throat.

She continued to kiss him until she felt the last beautiful twitching of her cuntal muscles begin to fade. Then the realization of what she had done - what had been done to her - hit her with the suddenness and pain of a lash from a horsewhip.

Smiling in satisfaction, Diego pulled his deflating prick from her relaxed pussy; it came out with a loud wet plopping sound, and a small white river of backlashing cum began running down her cuntal crevice. Then, less than ten seconds later, before she knew what was happening, the other Mexican's pulsating impatient cock slammed between her widespread thighs and on up into her cum-filled cunt with all the force of a pile driver.

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Newton's mind blanked completely with shock for a moment as he beheld the lewd sight in the room. The young husband wanted to scream, to turn and race back down to the kitchen, to somehow pretend that what he saw inside was not really true, but his whole body was paralyzed and he stood there unmoving as though his feet were too heavy to lift from the floor. Nadalee was in there! She was sitting on a huge leather couch with her eyes and teeth clenched tightly shut-and she was completely naked! Mr. Blackwell and Braun were in there too, both naked from head to foot as they stood on either side of the beautiful eighteen year-old redhead and peered down at the shameless, sinful thing she was doing to herself! Her rounded white legs were opened wide as she probed with her fingers at the moist pink lips of her contracting vagina, widening them. She slipped her middle finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated ragged flanges with her legs jackknifed back now, knees pressed back tightly against her full white breasts.

The wanton redhead's soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger, her facial muscles tightening as she joined another finger with the first and, grimacing a little, pushed both of them into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise and a low moan of pleasure purred from her parted lips. Newton tensed in greater shock at this obscene indignity and shook his head as though to clear away the lewd spectacle from his unbelieving mind. But it was true, all right, and the little bitch was obviously loving it so much that she was out of her mind with Godless passion. Blinking again, he focused his eyes on the vulgar exhibition of his own wife driving her fingers into herself in uncontrollable passion. The rapidly increasing rhythm brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sank into the tight, pink opening, making wet sounds of suction as she withdrew them only to push them in again. Her beautiful young face was flushed crimson as she strained for orgasm, groaning in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the low leather roll at the back of the couch, her long red hair swaying and flowing in her frustrating effort to bring herself to climax. But she kept on, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, her grunting noises becoming louder and faster by the moment as she continued. Suddenly, out of another part of the room, Buck, the huge black-and-brown German Shepherd, appeared. Newton saw the ferocious-looking dog lumber up to Nadalee on the couch, growling in vicious warning as he sniffed along the insides of her defenseless, upturned loins. Her eyes were jerked open wide in terror and the back of her hand was pressed tightly to her mouth to keep from screaming. She made a slight movement to lower her legs and roll to one side on the couch but the giant German Shepherd growled more menacingly and she froze in the helpless position of masturbation, her thighs still spread wide apart and her knees drawn up tightly to her breasts. It was impossible for her to move without bringing another snarl of threat from Buck.

"Buck likes young ones, doesn't he, Braun?" Newton heard the millionaire ask of the bald servant.

"Yeah, Mr. Blackwell... I like 'em too," the excited moron grumbled in reply. Newton jumped when the huge animal moved forward a step toward his defenseless wife. His first impulse was to fly through the doorway and into the room to her rescue but for some strange reason-one he could not understand-he was unable to move. Somehow, the very helplessness of his beautiful teen-aged wife leaning back against the leather couch, shaking with fear before the snarling dog, was sadistically fascinating to him. He could not even turn away his eyes. The lewd thought of the giant German Shepherd raping his naked and defenseless wife, right in front of his eyes, sent shivers of wicked curiosity tingling through him. And besides, the little whore deserved anything that might happen to her now, now that she had stooped to such evil carnality that she shamelessly played with herself in front of two naked men!

His thoughts jerked back to the scene from which his eyes had never wavered. The monstrous dog lowered his head to the young redhead's soft, hair-covered loins and began to sniff in earnest. His brushy tail wagged in evidence of his excitement as though he had finally found the best mating partner of his canine life. Nadalee moaned in fright as his cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice in which it nestled, the tip burrowing slightly into the rubbery brown ring of flesh. For a moment, she tried to squirm away but Buck raised his head and growled again, then began greedily lapping at the narrow pinkness of the slit above her anus. He ran his tongue hotly up the full length of it, from the tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink ridges of her pussy until it grazed the tiny bud of her clitoris at the top of her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the silky softness of the hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the young redhead's wide-spread legs, pausing sometimes to curl its way deep inside her. She jumped automatically, squirming under the hot wet onslaught of the fleshy spear lapping and goring her cunt. Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually moaning as though she liked it!

At first, Newton thought his ears were betraying him but gradually he realized that the frightened sounds of before had changed to soft mewls of pleasure, pleasure that even she had never dared give voice to when he had made love to what he had thought was his sweet, pure young wife... even though it had always been for the sake of making her pregnant with his son. But still, Newton could not take his eyes from the forbidden sight. He shuddered and gasped at the change coming over her more and more as he watched. She was totally immersed in her own pleasure, her entire voluptuous body writhing as the thick tongue licked slitheringly between her legs.

Then he saw her raise her hands to hold them aloft for a moment, as though in indecision, and then drop them to the beast's head. She grasped the dog's ears and with a deep animal sound of her own, kicked her smooth white legs back over her head even further and pulled his pointed nose forward into her well- lubricated pussy. His long pink tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her naked secret parts without mercy. Whines and wild incoherent groans streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal who was salivating so freely between her writhing white buttocks. The aroused dog worked like the savage creature he was, driven by the rutting lust of the wild in him.

The staggered husband watched his wife's milky-white flesh quiver as the maddened animal drank from the teasing open slit. This perverted stimulation was driving her insane and she squirmed forward so that the snake-like thickness of the long tongue could give her more pleasure. She was willingly rolling her naked white buttocks against the face of the animal, seeming to drown in the weirdness of the obscene unnatural act. Suddenly, the slavering dog lifted his head from her moist cuntal opening and Newton heard his impassioned lusting wife cry out in disappointment.

My God, she was actually pleading out for more of the horrible, debasing excitement as though the very last of her natural resistance against sin had vanished under the lapping of the German Shepherd's tongue. She was enslaved by the huge animal panting over her, her quivering body spread-eagled under him as he reared up to place his forepaws on the couch beside her shoulders.

Newton thought he would pass out from sheer shock as he saw his lust-crazed young wife strain forward with one hand to touch the sheath that enclosed the dog's penis. His heart beat crazily as he watched her take hold of the hairy sheath and begin to milk it, first gently and then with increasing urgency. She seemed to flinch in fear when Buck began to respond, his natural desire flaming up and jerking his muscles to greater life. She labored steadily, carefully, gasping for breath as she squirmed back against the couch cushions, pushing the wet swollen lips of her cunt down hard in a useless attempt to douse the fire before it was too late. The brief contact with the leather seemed only to further ignite the fire raging out of control in her loins.

Newton observed a bizarre look of almost masochistic pleasure light his sex-hungry wife's eyes as the glistening red penis slipped out from the dog's sheath, dancing and jerking lewdly in her hand as Buck began to make humping movements and squirt tiny premature jets of clear semen on the cushion between her upturned legs. The massive black-brown dog's head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered out into the exposed crevice between Nadalee's pale-white thighs. The German Shepherd's tongue lashed her for another long avid moment as she gasped, laboring for breath, and then the young husband saw his own wife sob with desire as she thrust forward her rounded buttocks in an attempt to capture the steadily lengthening red shaft with the pulsing lips of her grasping, hungry cunt.

What Buck wanted was plain to see- and the beautiful redheaded girl wanted it too, her white globular ass-cheeks lifted and spread open with both of her hands now. The creature's hot tongue had lashed her into servile surrender, crushing her resistance and pride with its unmerciful and unyielding attack on her sensitive female crevice for what had seemed like an eternity. The shining scarlet penis had slipped all the way out of its furry casing, dripping steadily from the tapered tip, dancing in the young girl's hot wet crevice as the dog trembled with the anticipation of sinking the thick shaft into her body.

Newton saw his girlish wife continue to heave toward the long throbbing dog prick like an animal herself and the very thought of his own Nadalee actually wanting to be fucked by a brute sent another electric chill of unwanted sensation through his male loins. His own heart was starting to pound like a tom-tom as he leaned forward a little from his position at the doorway to watch the sharp tip of Buck's cock jabbing between his wife's open legs, trying to enter her, missing again and again and even prodding against her cringing anus once or twice. The lithe-bodied brunette saw his bride of a year wince and tense, jerking in an attempt to evade the bending, up-slipping prod in sudden fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack after having had his first taste of success. He began to thrust blindly, the thin point sliding frustratingly high, into the soft hair-nested slit to rub against the erect clitoris.

Newton saw that the hot scarlet of the dog's penis jabbing wildly contrasted excitingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion- inflamed pussy, spreading the lips wider as the unhoused shaft searched between them. Newton held his breath as he stood watching the huge dog bucking against his moaning wife, attempting to skewer her on the shiny head of the ever-lengthening taper of the long, dripping penis. Out of control, Buck growled in frustration as Nadalee, in final desperation, reached down and grasped the slippery cock to guide the point of it into the moist pink slit, Buck's every forward thrust spreading it wider and wider apart. The stroking member slipped out of her fingers and found the tiny opening of her anus by mistake, popping into it cruelly.