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Chapter 6

It took several days for Nancy Taggart to decide on a plan of action that would get her revenge on the Mendosa brothers and the Morros gang in general, and at the same time, prove her husband innocent of the charges he was being held for. But when it had finally worked itself out, Nancy worked quickly to get together the things she would need to make her plan work.

The items she removed from her closet drawers and placed on her bed were mostly clothing, although they were not the kind of clothing she normally wore. Lighting a cigarette, Rick's young wife began to pace around the spacious bedroom, deep in thought.

Nancy, she told herself inwardly, you're being a fool. Just because Rick's been victimized by some gang of juvenile delinquents and you've been brutalized by those young punks is no reason to think you can get even with them, ruin them. It's absolutely ridiculous to even think about it.

Yet even as she struggled with herself, a deeper feeling rose that easily thrust aside the reasonable part of her mind that struggled futilely to dissuade her from the strange scheme. This feeling was revenge, pure and simple. The trusting blonde girl had been shocked and abused in a way she had never thought possible, and her own reporterhusband was behind bars, the victim of those hoodlums' frame. At first the full realization of what was happening had paralyzed her completely, to the extent that she had seriously considered leaving her home in Miami and going to visit her sister. But after two days of weeping and self-pity, an inexorable desire for revenge had begun to consume her. And out of this desire for vengeance, she had formed a plan.

Stamping out her cigarette, she closed the curtains on the window and then quickly began to undress until she was completely naked, her cream-white skin glowing softly in the muted afternoon sunlight. She picked up one of the items of clothing she had dug out from the back of the closet, a pair of extra-short Levi's she wore only in the house.

The young blonde wife examined the skimpy garment slowly, her face registering mixed feelings of determination and doubt.

"I… I can't wear these in public," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly she threw the shorts down onto the bed, turning away anxiously, as if once more regretting her detailed scheme. Then she suddenly remembered something her young husband had once said to her the last time she had worn them around the house.

"Honey," her husband's remark echoed in her mind, "you look terrific.

If I didn't have to go to work today, I'd pull you down and fuck you as you stand."

Once more Rick's young wife went to the bed and picked up the cut-off Levi's. Then, with trembling fingers, she began to put on the short pants, wriggling her young body as she pulled the tight-fitting cutoffs over her full firm thighs and hips. Finally they were zipped up, clinging to Nancy's curvaceous legs and sensuously rounded asscheeks like a gleaming second skin.

It was the first time the young blonde had ever worn anything without underwear and the sensation of the soft, well-worn denim material on her naked flesh was unexpectedly thrilling, particularly where the soft cotton snuggled up into her thin pussy cleft, giving her crotch the appearance of two shiny scarlet lips as the supple material molded to every ridge of her soft young cunt.

She walked over toward the full-length bathroom mirror, her heart beating fast as she realized with surprise that she was growing almost … almost excited at the way the short pants clung tautly to her young ripe form, and rode up to expose a tiny glimpse of her smooth asscheeks.

Seeing herself clad in only the short shorts made the young wife gasp as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, looking almost like a streetwalker out to get a trick. At first she didn't like the blatantly seductive appearance, but after a few moments she became somewhat pleased that she was able to transform herself like that, and it was undeniable that there was a certain erotic charge in her body due to the shorts. Quickly she returned to the bed and put on another item from the back of her closet. It had been a present from Rick, a little something he said to wear around the house when no one was around, a bright pink silk wrap-around blouse, almost no more than a scarf wrapped around her tits. The soft material clung magically to Nancy's hugely ballooning tits and when she returned to the mirror she caught her breath at the wildly erotic image she beheld.

Yes, she thought to herself decisively, yes, this is just what I need.

This will do fine.

Her timidity and embarrassment were gone now, and her blue eyes glittered with a strange satisfaction. She wanted revenge on Salvador Mendosa and his brother and all the cheap hoodlums who belonged to the Morros gang or any other gang like them. Oh, yes, they were street-wise punks, but the young blonde reporter's wife knew she had a weapon to fight them with.

She knew that those hoodlums, especially the Cubans or any Latins, had no respect for women, that all females were merely machines to satisfy their sadistic lusts, animals to be played with and abused, humiliated and treated like fourth-class citizens. And yet in an odd sort of way, she understood that a woman was central to their lifestyle, for without a female to brutalize as they wished, they had no gauge for their manhood, no way to assert themselves as dominant, all-powerful males.

Nancy smiled perversely as she realized that for all the contempt they displayed toward her, she understood that their attitude toward women was their fatal weakness, and that a woman, if she wanted to, could wrap any one of those thugs around her little finger by using that most formidable of weapons – her sex. Behind their cruel eyes, their braggart manner, their crude behavior, Rick's young wife knew that these gang members were frightened, foolish young men committing endless criminal acts to satisfy their need for power, and humiliating women to insure themselves of their omnipotency and dominance. And now, the young blonde was going to use what she knew about them to trick Salvador Mendosa's younger brother Bernardo into revealing what he knew about her husband's arrest and other Morros activities. With luck, with a great deal of luck, she hoped to seduce the dark-haired young Cuban gang-member and get him to talk and then she was going to expose the gang like her husband never could.

She stood before the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance, and trying to cope with the recurring fears that echoed in her brain, fears that argued violently against her plan. Did she really think she could get away with it? Wasn't she just leaving herself wide open for more brutal fucking? Was all her scheming and planning merely the foolish fantasy of a naive young wife suddenly faced with the stark realities of the real life on the streets? Maybe… maybe all of it was true. But the blonde girl also knew that those Morros had taken away the one thing in her life that she cherished most, Rick. Her husband was gone, locked in prison because of the Morros gang, and Nancy was now like a woman possessed, possessed with the consuming need to help her young husband, and have her revenge on all of the smug young punks who had treated her so horribly, and she knew that she would not stop until she reached that end.

Bernardo Mendosa sat on the floor in the living room of the deserted house where only days before his older brother had fucked Taggart's wife. He turned the magazine he was reading sideways and pulled the centerfold out of the center. He licked his lips hungrily, wishing that Maria was here to suck him off. He was in the middle of these lecherous thoughts when Chico suddenly burst into the house.

"Santa Maria, Bernardo," he said, "you'll never guess who's out there in the street!"

"Farrah Fawcett-Majors?" Bernardo inquired with a lewd arch of his eyebrow. He took a drink from the nearly full bottle of liquor at his side.

"Damn near. It's Taggart's wife, and you ain't gonna believe how she looks. Man, I had a fuckin' hard-on the minute I saw her."

"The reporter's wife? What the hell's she doin' here? If she don't watch out she's gonna get the same fucking she got before! Anyone else know she's here?"

"Nah, some of the women saw her, but they won't tell the men; too jealous."

"Well… what's she doin'?"

"I don't know, she's just standing in front of the house."

"What? What the hell is she up to?"

"Maybe we had her figured wrong. Maybe she had the hots for you. And Christ, the way she's all dolled up…"

"Maybe I oughta go have a look for myself. Maybe she's flipped out or somethin'. You know it happens sometimes to chicks that ain't too together. With her husband in jail and all, and after the fucking Salvador gave her when she was here!"

"You might be right, Bernardo. 'Cause that baby sure don't look the same as last time she was in here. It's funny, though, her comin' back.

I thought Salvador had scared her so bad she'd never get in our way again. Could be she's up to somethin'."

"Yeah, could be."

"Should I get the rest of the gang?"

"Hell, no. I can handle this."

"Listen, Bernardo. Salvador might not like it. He's been kind of uptight lately about the heat coming down on us whatever we do, and then that damn reporter…"

"Oh yeah? Well, let me worry about staying out of the cops' reach."

"Whatever you want, Bernardo," Chico sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with the hot-headed Bernardo.

"Yeah, let me go out and see what she wants. Maybe she wants a little more of a good Latin's cock, know what I mean? Maybe she's beginnin' to dig it!" The dark-haired Morro laughed and winked at the other man.

"Yeah? Ya mean like Maria?" Chico said, knowing how many Spanish girls, when first introduced to fucking like the Morros liked it, had eventually come to crave the brand of screwing that the gang preferred.

"Yeah, like Maria," Chico replied. "Except Maria's gettin' a little stale. I could use some fresh hot pussy, ya know."

The two Morros gang members laughed conspiratorially as Bernardo flipped the magazine aside, stood up, yanked up his tight Levi's so that the thick mound of his cock was clearly outlined, then made his way to the front door.

Out in the street stood Nancy on the sidewalk, dressed in the outfit she had put together the day before, her seductive appearance heightened by the liberal use of thick red lipstick, dark-blue eye shadow, and heavy black eye liner setting off the sapphire sparkle of her eyes. She had drunk a few good stiff drinks before she had ventured out of her house and now it seemed to be hitting her. She began to be concerned about becoming too drunk to carry out her plan. She looked up as she heard the door of the run-down house open and found herself staring into Bernardo Mendosa's cruel young face.

"Well, well, well," he murmured as he caught sight of the young blonde reporter's wife and took in her alluring new appearance. "Still trying to save your husband, huh?"

Fighting back a gnawing surge of anger and fear, Nancy stared directly into the young hoodlum's eyes without flinching.

"Maybe," she said in a low, husky voice, "… and maybe not."

"You know, chica, you could get in big trouble if the rest of the gang knew you were here."

"Yes?" she replied casually, glancing softly up at him. "Well, I don't care any more. They don't frighten me. Do they frighten you, Bernardo?"

"Me?" Bernardo retorted. "Hell, no. But they might if I was not a member."

"Yeah… I know." Slowly, Nancy let her tongue lick a slow tantalizing trail around the curving circle of her red lips and let her eyes travel boldly up and down his slim young body. "You're quite a man."

"Think so, huh?" Bernardo said, growing rather excited by the older woman's attitude and appearance. "Guess it sort of frustrated you when we didn't get to fuck? Huh?"

"Maybe…"

Bernardo came quickly down the steps of the front porch and stood in front of the provocative young wife. He was so close he could smell the sultry scent of her perfume, and his young cock stiffened hotly in his pants as he stood next to her sensually attired body.

"Seems like you've changed quite a bit from the first time we met," he remarked. "What happened to you? You trying to pull some kind of fast one on me?"

"No," she said coolly, although her heart was thudding wildly in her chest.

"Then why are you here?"

"My husband has been in jail for a week and a half now…" she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. "… and I miss him, that is, I miss his cock. It's been so long since a man has fucked me and I need it so badly. That's why I thought of you. You are so handsome."

"Yeah, a lot of girls think so. That bastard husband really pulled one over on you, getting himself caught that way, didn't he?"

Nancy felt a sudden urge to slap the young Cuban punk across the face for what he was saying, but she held back, determined to go ahead with her daring scheme no matter what she had to endure to carry it through.

"Yes… he did." The young blonde wife took a deep breath of air.

"Well, don't take it so hard, woman. There's plenty other cocks to feed a hungry pussy."

The reporter's wife turned slowly toward the street-gang member and let her eyes lock directly with his.

"Yes," she replied in a near-whisper, "plenty."

Bernardo's rigid cock was throbbing painfully in his tight trousers as Nancy exerted all of her potent female charms on him. Her erotic appearance had had a great effect on the horny young Morro and he was completely taken in by her story, feeling pleased and smug that the blonde girl, wife of the gang's enemy, was now hungry for his body.

"Yeah, I guess you've been pretty lonely with your husband in jail, huh? Guess you been itchin' for some other cock to satisfy your pussy, huh?"

Nancy laughed softly, so as not to betray her shock at his obscene words.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she managed to reply, surprised herself at the conviction in her voice. "But I don't think your brother or the other Morros would like it if you and I… I mean, he'll probably think I'm trying to get something out of you."

Bernardo stepped away from her and eyed her steadily.

"Are you?" he asked coolly.

Nancy laughed softly, and returned his steady look.

"Sure, Bernardo…" Slowly she reached down with her left hand and placed it seductively on his right leg, sliding it with agonizing slowness upward toward his inner thigh. The dark-haired hoodlum's cock quivered excitedly and lurched against the taut material of his pants like a caged animal suddenly gone wild. Finally the young blonde wife let her palm and fingers rest directly on the shuddering mound and began to massage slowly, sensuously. "I want something out of you, handsome… but it has nothing to do with Rick or your brother." She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, still continuing to press her hand hard onto the hotly throbbing bulge at his crotch. "I've wanted you from the first minute I saw you, Bernardo."

"Even though I nearly raped you the other day?"

"Maybe because of it…"

There was a long simmering silence between the two of them.

"Well,' Bernardo murmured urgently, suddenly realizing that they were standing in the middle of the street. "Maybe we oughta go in the house and finish what we started."

"I'd like that, Bernardo… I'd like it a lot. But your brother might…"

"Fuck him!" The young Cuban snapped impatiently. "I do what I want, and I don't give a good goddamn what my brother thinks."

Nancy smiled at him, her eyes glimmering with desire.

"Is there someplace in the house where…?" she whispered.

"There's a room upstairs with a mattress in it."

"Good, but are you sure we won't be interrupted by any of the other Morros?"

"No, they won't interfere."

"What are we waiting for, then?"

"Fuckin' nothing, that's what," he said, his eyes flashing with obscene purpose. "Get your ass in the house and let me have a word with Chico here."

Rick's young wife grinned seductively and began walking up the sidewalk to the porch while Bernardo waited until she was almost to the door before he walked over to where Chico was standing.

"Me and the girl are going in the house for a while."

"Hey, Bernardo, do you think that's a good idea? I mean, Salvador ain't gonna like it."

"You let me worry about Salvador," Bernardo snarled. "And don't you rat on me or I'll slit your throat, ya got it?"

"Yeah, Bernardo, I got it," the burly gang member sighed. "Just be careful."

"I'm always careful, man, you know that."

Abruptly the young Cuban turned away to join Nancy, who stood waiting near the front door. Chico watched as 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 a slow rocking motion of his hips between her steadily vibrating thighs. Her awakening cunt passage began to widen greedily with each short, smooth stroke of his prick as Nancy gritted her teeth, her cock-stretched pussy burning with both pain and sensuality from the hoodlum's violent fucking, and her naked body began to respond to the increasing frenzy of his brutal screwing.

Lewd feelings of carnal pleasure began to surge through her involuntarily writhing young body and there was no way of resisting them.

As Bernardo Mendosa began to fuck his hugely throbbing prick in and out of her greedily devouring pussy, her naked form began to twitch and writhe, tearing itself quickly out of Nancy's conscious control, and she began to groan with involuntary pleasure into the wetness of his eager mouth. Passion surged like a winding snake through her nakedly throbbing flesh and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light sweat broke out on her forehead under the soft, disheveled strands of her silky blonde hair.

The young Cuban, now a rampaging sex machine fed with the fuel of alcohol, fucked deep into the young reporter's wife's hungrily clasping pussy with near-barbaric frenzy. Nancy soon realized that she had no choice but to submit to his merciless battering, surrender totally to it. She was still far from achieving her purpose, but now, her body screaming for release and writhing in uncontrollable passion, she had to thrust aside all thoughts, all needs, and submit to Bernardo's violent thrusts.

With a groan of surrender Nancy began to twist and rotate her pelvis, each move drawing the Cuban's thickly lurching cock deeper and deeper into her now greedily clutching cunt-hole. Her blood-swollen pussy lips began to act on their own, screwing like a baby's tender lips drawing in a candy stick, sucking Bernardo's mighty prick up inside her wildly shaking body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders, her fingers digging hungrily into his hard flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity, while the hot wet cavern of her cunt flowered farther open to receive his deeply screwing prick.

There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She was too excited to draw back, too numbed to do anything but submit to the pounding thrusts of her tormentor's rampaging cock. Her legs, spread out wide on either side of his lewdly impaling shaft, were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered wetly up into his mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up from her throat. She couldn't believe the thrilling flames of passion that were crackling through her nakedly twisting young loins. It seemed impossible that under the circumstances she could experience such ravishing thrills, but it was true. She was being brutally fucked by a member of the Morros gang, a gang that was trying to destroy her husband, and she loved it!

Bernardo labored hotly above her, fucking up between her legs with brutal strokes that brought his lust-thickened cock almost all the way out of her wetly clasping pussyhole on the backstroke, then thrusting forward harshly, battering her with the force of a steam drill. He quickened his pace as she thrashed her body nakedly beneath him.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Nancy groaned beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement as bursts of lust-induced heat churned deep in her pussy. Every inch of her skin sizzled hotly as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.

Bernardo grunted and groaned, quickened his strokes even more, screwing his prick deep and hard into her passion-drenched cunt so that his huge thickly pulsing cock drove far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. His heavy cum-bloated balls, slapping roughly against the flesh of her inner thighs, grew hot with their rapidly growing load. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy came faster and faster. The fire in his balls swelled to the explosion point now and he knew the climactic moment was at hand.

"Oooohhhhhh… helllllllll… oooooooohhhhhhh!" he groaned with savage intensity. "Aaarrrrrrrggggghhhh!"

Beneath him, Nancy quivered like a helpless whore gone out of control, her perspiration-soaked body flailing nakedly, her head tossing shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the rampaging pleasure she was experiencing and her wildly pulsing cunt walls were feverish with titanic heat. She was cumming! Cumming as she had never cum in her entire life! This young street-gang member had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed.

"Aaaaaarrrrrnnnnnmmmm!" she groaned as the force of her mind-shattering cum tore through her body like sheet lightning.

"Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnhhhhhhh! I'm cuuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Bernardo felt her greedily milking depths opening hungrily around him as he gushed jet after jet of hotly scalding juice into her passionflooded cunt. Her own pussy juices flowed hotly around his thickly jerking prick, mingling her cum juices with his own. Wave after wave of hot slippery cum squirted from the throbbing head of the young hoodlum's cock, crashing headlong into the groaning housewife's writhing, welcoming cunthole. He twisted his muscular body and bucked his hips, draining himself as she jerked up toward him, the lips of her convulsively spasming pussy sucking at his prick as though trying to milk him dry.

"Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she felt herself bathed in the warm lurid pleasure that enveloped her as Bernardo gushed the last of his raging load of cum into her madly throbbing cunt.

Then finally it was over. Bernardo withdrew his softening cock and collapsed next to Nancy on the mattress. The young blonde reporter's wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of confused emotions. She had let herself be brutally fucked by this Cuban gang member so that she could get him to confess his gang's framing of her husband. Yet, she had greedily responded to the young punk's obscene behavior, her body throbbing with tumultuous excitement like a thirsty woman eager to gulp down refreshing draughts of water. And yet she still had no information that could be used against this little bastard and the other Morros.

"Well, I'd better go," she heard Bernardo say wearily.

"Oh no… no please," she pleaded softly. "I… I've never had such a good… fuck… never… I don't want it to stop."

"I got things to do, woman," he said, sitting up on the mattress.

Nancy became desperate. She couldn't let him go, not without some proof of Rick's innocence and the Morros's guilt.

"Oh, please," she purred, letting her hand travel across the mattress until it found the limp softness of Bernardo's cock. "We could spend the afternoon together here, maybe we could get some liquor."

As Nancy massaged the Cuban's prick, she was delighted to feel it begin to stiffen again in her palm. "I want you, Bernardo, I want you so much. Can't we just stay here and drink and talk? I'll do anything you ask, anything."

Bernardo laughed and smiled lewdly at the older woman. Christ, women were all the same. One good fuck and they were stuck on you for life.

He couldn't believe how this stupid cunt had fallen for him, and how she couldn't get enough now. His massive cock was rigidly erect again under Nancy's deft manipulations, and suddenly the idea of spending the entire afternoon with the dumb broad and fucking her every way he could think of began to excite him.

"Okay, baby," he said, "maybe I can stick around a little longer. Feel like sucking my cock for a while? To get me going again? Then I'll go get some booze."

"S-sure," the reporter's wife stammered, realizing with alarm that she would now have to let him put his cock inside her mouth. "Whatever you want."

Bernardo lay back on the mattress and spread his legs, his thickly throbbing prick jutting straight up like an obscene staff, while Nancy knelt between his thighs and slowly began to lower her head toward his pulsing shaft. Her belly was queasy with fear and humiliation but she had to go through with it, she had to get him to talk, and she knew she would, no matter what abhorrent thing she had to do in order to make this bastard give her some incriminating facts about the gang that would put them away for a long, long time. And if the only way to do that was to suck this bastard's cock, then she would.

It took her all afternoon, but she got what she wanted. The location of the Morros gang's trophy room. She was very pleased with herself for that coup de grace as she knew that Bernardo had been so drunk on fucking and liquor that he would never remember having told her about it or that other crime the Morros had committed. His brother would be very unhappy with the little clod if he knew how big a mouth he had.

Bernardo was sleeping now, lying in a state of drunken exhaustion on the mattress. She put her clothes on as quickly and quietly as she could and without waking him, slipped down the stairs and out the front door. She sighed with relief as she remembered what had taken place after she had taken his huge cock between her full red lips and sucked it until he had cum and afterwards, her plan had begun to pay off.

"Where'd you learn to give a blow job like that?" she heard Bernardo's voice ask. "From your husband?"

"No," she replied lazily. "Rick's what you might call… conservative in bed," she lied.

"Oh yeah?" the drunken and sated young Cuban gang member replied, laughing a little, confidently. "Looks like we did you a favor, then, getting him out of the way."

Nancy had opened her eyes wide in feigned admiration when he said that, doing her best to conceal the keen excitement his words produced in her. "You mean it was the Morros?" she asked innocently. "I was beginning to think that my husband really was selling marijuana!"

"Naaaaaaaah," Bernardo replied. "It was the Morros. Man, your husband was so close to getting us busted that we had to do something quick before he spilled the whole works. Hell, he knew everything but where we hid our trophies."

"But he didn't find out?"

"Na, Christ! If he had ever found out about that hidden room under the stairs, we would have been dead."

"But he didn't!"

Bernardo reflected a moment. Rick Taggart had been good, real good at his job and he had uncovered enough on his crusade against street gangs to make most of them squirm. But the Morros for some reason had been his special concern, and he had collected enough hearsay evidence to get the police on their backs once the newspapers printed it. That was why they had to frame him, to discredit his word. If he were as bad a character as they were supposed to be, then who could the cops believe?

The street gang, or the man who would do anything for a story? With a choice like that they would probably just forget the whole affair.

"Yeah, we fixed him before he could. Now they wouldn't believe him if he printed the Bible," he said finally, taking another swig from the bottle of liquor he had collected from the living room.

Nancy snuggled closer to him then, letting her long, tapering fingernails graze lightly over the curling hairs that were sprouting on his chest. "Well, I'm glad you men fixed him," she ventured. "I'd hate to see men like the Morros locked up. I never would have had your big cock in my cunt that way."

Her remark seemed to give the inebriated Morros lieutenant a whole new view of the situation, and gradually his tongue had loosened, telling Nancy all kinds of things in reply to her gently probing questions.

Within an hour, she had picked up more information on the gang's dealings in street-gang murders, protection money, everything the gang had done that Bernardo had ever been involved in. It had taken all her willpower to conceal the mounting sense of disgust she felt at his proud admissions. More than once she was tempted to tell the young Cuban just what she thought of him and his gang as he told her some of the unbelievably sordid things they had done for their idea of macho.

Nancy was shocked, but fascinated too, at what she heard. Finally Bernardo had talked himself out.

"I'm tired of talking," he snarled, pulling her closer to him and pressing his lips down on hers in an alcohol-reeking kiss. "Let's fuck some more…"

"Sure, Bernardo," Nancy heard her own voice reply. "Just let me go in the bathroom for a minute, okay?"

"Yeah, but hurry up," he assented. "I gotta get outta here soon." His voice was thick with drink.

The young reporter's wife dawdled in the filthy bathroom, hoping to postpone submitting to more of his crude carnality as long as possible, and when she finally reemerged into the bedroom, she found her young Morros member passed out on the mattress, snoring lightly, his fists curled in like a child's. Quietly she had dressed and made her escape.

She hardly remembered driving home, so preoccupied was she with the next phase of her plans, but she finally pulled up in the driveway, with relief that she was back in her own neighborhood and that the first part of the plan had been so successful. She quickly turned off the engine and got out of her car, hurrying up the drive to let herself in the front door.