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Espalda Humada
by Voladoro (address withheld)
***
A family of illegals cross the border to begin a new
life. This episode describes the electric attraction of
two cousins in a migrant camp on the desert west of
Phoenix. (MF-teens, reluc, 1st, rom, latina)
***
A collection of broken down cars, torn awnings, and
several packing box hovels littered the scrub desert
floor. Phoenix, the rich desert metropolis stood to the
east, but was slowly spreading its urban tentacles
toward this flat arid plain marked with brush lined
arroyos. The only advantage of the site was its remote
location along a dirt track. Little shade from the hot
desert sun was found in the middle of the day from the
mesquite and scrub cat claw lining the arroyo.
To this sad place walked the Armijo family from the
spot on the Interstate where the coyote left them after
sneaking them across the border in the stifling camper
shell on the back of his pickup. Now their only
transportation was their feet. In a plastic bag they
brought their only belongings; a plastic milk jug of
tepid sour smelling water and a dozen tortillas, now
two days old.
Maria Armijo herded along her 17 year old son
Francisco, her niece Fermia and her daughter, six year
old Meiha. Maria had no husband, just a series of
drunken good for nothing boyfriends who managed to
disappear as quickly as they got her pregnant. She
promised Fermia's mother, her sister, that she would
look after Fermia. It was the only promise she could
keep as her sister lay dying of TB in the little
infirmary across the border in Chuleta, Sonora.
The last of Maria's hard saved money went to hire the
coyote, Rodrigo. At least he kept his part of the
bargain and got them across the border without cheating
them or getting caught by La Migra.
The last time they tried to get across three years
before they were caught by La Migra, the Bureau of
Immigration and Naturalization, going through the
fence. This time they made it to the camp on the arroyo
with the lights of Phoenix lighting up the eastern
horizon like a yellow curtain on the horizon.
As they sat in the waning heat of the June night, they
were so tired and hungry they couldn't speak. They just
hung their weary heads and rested sitting under the
Mesquite listening to the cicadas chirping in the clear
desert night.
***
Fermia was fifteen, thin and lithe, with clearly
defined muscles and a thin build but with firm high
breasts her ragged dress could scarcely hide. Her hair
was drab and brownish from the dust but once shampooed
would shine clean and jet black. As she sat cross
legged her panties drooped from her strong young
thighs, the elastic long broken and limp. Between her
legs a thick black thatch of pubic hair appeared as a
shadow beneath the torn short hem of the skirt now
drawn around her waist. All she could think about was
cool water, to drink and to bathe in to make her feel
sparkling clean again.
Across from her squatted Francisco and although just as
tired, he could see the shadow between Fermia's legs
and it gave him the demon thoughts.
Francisco was seventeen and the hard toil of scratching
for a few pesos to keep his clan from starving made him
strong and muscular. His one burning desire was to own
his own car, a Mustang convertible. He dreamed of
cruising down the boulevard showing off how important
he was. Here he was in the Promised Land and he was
going to get that car, no matter what.
Right now, beneath the grime and the dust all he could
think about was the chica in the tattered dress so
exhausted across from him sitting in the dust of the
desert floor.
"Hey chica, wanna find some water and clean up." He
asked hoping to get Fermia alone.
"I'm not a chica; I'm Fermia, for the hundredth time."
She caught his gaze on her thighs and instinctively
pulled her legs together.
Even if he was strong and macho and good looking, He
was her primo, her cousin, and she knew what he was
staring at. He'd been looking the whole trip, even
tried to feel her breasts in the darkness of the close
quarters of the camper shell.
"Besides I'm too cansado-tired. I just want to sleep."
Fermia curled up on the ground and closed her eyes. the
rest followed her example and were soon trying to make
themselves comfortable.
***
As the first light began as a gray peach shade to the
East, Fermia lay on her side and dreamed. She dreamed
of a warm bath in a beautiful marble sunken tub. She
luxuriated in bubbles and felt a warm massage as a hand
with a soft sponge gently caressed her, bathed her, and
anointed her with a fragrent soap. The sponge traveled
across her shoulders and down her chest to caress her
firm nipples and swirl about her areolae making them
stiffen and tingle.
The sponge caressed the soft firm breasts and swept to
her armpit gliding across her pectoral muscle to repeat
the circular massage of her pointed erectile nipples.
The sponge trailed down her abdomen stopping once to
circle her belly button. It caressed her tummy and
gently rubbed her thick pubic growth. In the dream it
shrank and snaked down, gently parting her labia and
caressing her clitoris. Round and round the tiny sponge
rotated and stimulated creating the same erectile
protuberation as with her nipples.
As the motion continued the feeling became heavenly.
The nubbin began with a delicious throbbing increasing
in intensity and urgency. As she lay in the warm suds
she felt a wave of pleasure engulf her as the power of
the intense feeling coursed through her groin. The wave
of pleasure crested and she felt transported to another
dimension of wonderful insistent pleasure. Finally, she
began to feel relaxed and wonderfully relieved.
Then, her eyes opened. She saw the shadows begin to
melt and noticed she was lying on the dirt with dust
and sweat coating her like a prickly blanket. She
looked down and saw that the hem of her dress had
ridden up to her waist and her pubic mound was open to
the morning light with several moist patches on her
inner thighs. The bodice had become undone and her
breast was also visible, the nipple firm and erect in
the cool morning air.
Quickly, she rearranged the thin cotton print dress and
redid the buttons covering herself with a sense of
modesty. Her eyes darted around and she saw that Maria,
Meiha, and even Francisco were still soundly sleeping.
Quietly, she arose and as she walked over to the barbed
wire fence and peered into the light to the east. She
stretched and felt happy. This was her first day in Los
Estados Unidos. This would be the place where they
would find a new life.
Several hundred yards away she saw a cattle tank, a
circular three foot high metal trough. She purposefully
walked across the brushy flat towards the tank. her
flat thin soled shoes did little to protect her feet
from the rocks and bullhead stickers and several times
she had to stop to remove them.
When she arrived at the tank, it beckoned to her with
her refection in the shimmering cool greenish blue
water. Several minute insects danced across the surface
but the water was clear and cool. She unbuttoned her
dress and slipped it down off her shoulders. Stepping
out of it she carefully folded the faded cotton garment
and placed it on the ground. Then she stepped out of
the dirty gray panties and placed them on the dress.
She swung her tawny thigh over the edge and eased into
the water. She felt the cool shock of the refreshing
moisture as she slipped under the water. She rose
slowly to her feet feeling the cascade of life giving
moisture slip from her coppery skin. Gingerly she
walked a couple of steps but the algae covered bottom
was so slippery she fell with a splash.
It felt so clean and cool, she ducked her head under
and scrubbed at her hair. It felt so tangled. She
pulled her head out of the water and swung it side to
side to throw off the rivulets of moisture.
"Want some soap, chica?" Francisco stood grinning at
the edge of the tank holding out a small bar of soap.
Fermia was horrified. She sunk into the water up to her
neck. Then seeing Francisco's infectious handsome smile
she scooted towards him letting the water clothe her
and reached out for the soap.
"Gracias, primo." I need to clean up." She immediately
began to lather the bar in her hands and apply it to
her jet black tresses. She was so concentrated in her
ablutions that she did not see Francisco slipping out
of his polyester shirt and dirty blue jeans.
Fermia heard the splash but had soap in her eyes and
had to wash it clear to look. Standing in the water as
naked as she was, Francisco stood like a bronze statue.
The water came up to his upper thighs revealing dark
curly pubic hair and a half erect phallus the tip
touching the water as if to take a drink. His abdominal
muscles were taut and defined and his pectoral muscles
glistened and bulged. He had a beautiful chiseled face
with a cleft in his chin and a small tuft of beard
beneath his lower lip. the rest of his chin was covered
with a three day old stubble and his hair, now wet hung
in curls to the tops of his neck. His strong hands
swept the water slowly luxuriating in the cool
delicious feel.
He shrugged. "Hey chica, a man's got to get clean too."
Francisco laughed as he squatted into the water and
ducked his head under again.
Fermia smiled and waved her arms through the cool
refreshing liquid. It felt so wonderful to be clean
again.
Francisco burst free of the water as he jumped up
splashing water across the tank. Slowly and
deliberately he began to walk slowly across the tank
towards her. His massive penis swung from side to side
still partially engorged with a crimson cap creeping
out from it's covering foreskin. As he approached the
phallus engorged, lifting clear of the water standing
out and upward from the thatch of curls at his groin.
His testicles hung half into the water swinging as he
took each hesitant step.
Fermia was transfixed by the sight of this naked Adonis
walking towards her. She could feel her nipples tingle
and become erect with an aching around the areolae. She
tensed and became afraid. What would he do?
"Can I have the soap too?" Francisco laughed at her
visible fear as he held out his hand.
Still in the water to her neck she timidly reached
toward him with the bar of soap.
"Of course, it really feels good to be clean." She was
trying to make benign conversation and take her
attention off of the engorged member that now was only
inches from her face. It was so big with a bulbous dark
glans now fully exposed as the sheath slowly retracted.
She was transfixed. The distended veins on the shaft
stood out on a shaft now a full eight inches long and
standing erect at an angle. She couldn't stop staring
it so mesmerized her.
Francisco nonchelantly lathered the soap in his hands
and began to apply it to his torso making no attempt to
hide his member that he so erectly displayed. the
lather slid down his magnificent torso and pooled
around his strong thighs on the surface of the water.
He scrubbed with the bar of soap and then with a hand
full of lather began to stroke the phallus he so
proudly displayed. He was standing only two feet from
his cousin with his legs spread apart to maintain his
stance on the slippery surface.
He smiled as he slowly lathered the length of his erect
member taking care to rub the glans several times
before continuing the slow pumping motions. Then he
lifted each testicle giving the same attention to each
heavy sac as he stared into the eyes of Fermia.
Fermia blushed she looked down and saw her firm breasts
now only half in the water her nipples revealed in all
of their erect splendor. their previous brown color was
replaced by an auburn reddish hue from the increased
blood flow. the Areolas jutting and engorged matching
the youthful erection of the gorgeous young man in
front of her.
It was as if their bodies were communicating with
erection and hormonal flow without words or movements.
Nothing could hide the response of her young body.
Francisco sensed the response and stood slowly stroking
his erection pointing it towards Fermia's face. He
smiled and altered his stance offering the engorged
tool to her for a taste. He spoke no words nor did he
have to for she was drawn magically to the phallus that
beckoned her so.
Her mind was so confused. She knew it was wrong but she
couldn't help the attraction. Slowly and timidly she
inched forward until it was inches from her face. She
was transfixed staring into the eye of the glans so
engorged and red in front of her. Her hand moved of its
own free will and gently her forefinger touched the
bulbous red protrusion. She traced the tip and slowly
wrapped her fingers around the thick strong shaft.
She couldn't believe what she was doing. She was so
ashamed but she couldn't stop. She knew it was wrong, a
mortal sin. But it felt so silky and magnificent
attracting her completely.
As she stroked Francisco moved forward imperceptibly
and the glans was only a fraction of an inch from her
lips. It begged her to open her mouth and touch it. She
slowly placed her lips around the tip. She circled the
glans with her tongue and began to suck on the massive
instrument as if trained.
Francisco let out his breath with a hiss and quickly
responded by moving his hips forward. Instinctively, he
sensed that he couldn't frighten her or she would bolt
from the trance and her tongue would stop the luscious
lathing of attention to his rock hard erection. His
hands dropped and felt the firm breasts while she
continued with the oral bathing of his glans and shaft.
His fingers kneaded the firm spheres and twirled the
erect nipples while the pleasurable sensations shot
through his groin. He felt the building urgency deep in
his belly as he slowly rocked to the tongue lashing now
growing more insistent as he fondled her firm ripe
breasts.
Now Fermia felt a pulsing starting at the base of the
velvet iron phallus that she continued to nurse and
suck like an infant at it's mother's teat. She felt so
ashamed and debased but she couldn't stop. It was as if
she was possessed by a force greater than her will and
admonishments of her Catholic upbringing. She knew it
was wrong, but she just couldn't stop. The pleasure and
the newness of the experience overwhelmed her.
All of a sudden she felt Francisco's buttocks contract
and simultaneously an onslaught of warm semen hit her
throat. She gagged and instinctively swallowed as the
salty thick secretion hit the back of her throat. Again
her mouth filled and she choked back the thick cum.
Then she felt him soften and the spitting secretion
draining from the tip of his glans slowed to a mere
drop. As the softening tool waned she continued to suck
and milk the remaining salty discharge from his now
shrinking phallus.
Why was she doing this? What demon had possessed her
body making her behave this way?
Francisco stepped back and let go of Fermia's orbs that
he had been so intently massaging. "You give good head,
Chica, now it's my turn to offer you pleasure."
"Oh no, this is wrong!" she spoke without conviction as
she stood up revealing her taut thin body to him, her
breasts sitting high and pert offering themselves to
him wordlessly. Her body was aching with desire as he
displayed his muscular build and his rejuvenated erect
phallus.
He reached forward and grabbed her by her narrow waist
and lifted her to the edge of the tank. Balancing her
on the rim he let his hand slide up her flanks to catch
her beneath her full engorged breasts. He then leaned
and before she could protest he began to lick and suck
on each full nipple causing the most delicious painful
desires to course through her breasts. She pushed them
towards his lips helping him with his lascivious
lathing of her mammaries. So good it felt. She pushed
each breast in turn towards his lips so he could nurse
her swollen engorged nipples.
Then he slid down her abdomen kissing all the way to
the top of her pubic patch. By now her clitoris was
engorged and peeking from the rich curly thatch of her
pubic growth. His tongue found the excited button and
began its delicious massage of the tiny erectile knob.
As his tongue worked its magic she went into another
trance this time lost in the electric pleasures
emanating from her own belly. The shocks came faster
and closer as her nerve endings reverberated to the
delicious lathing of his tongue.
She felt the warm discharge of her vaginal secretions
as they began to flow from her excited organ of love.
Francisco inserted his forefinger to the resistant
hymen and began to massage the tender ring. Fermia
responded and rotated her pelvis helping him to massage
and rub the now steaming pit of her emotions. He
pressed harder and the thin veil of skin yielded to his
pressure as he buried his finger to the knuckle. As he
massaged his finger in and out of her moist tight
vagina he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently
nipped it while sucking it in and rolling his tongue
around it.
Fermia squirmed and squealed as the vibrations lit her
love box on fire. This was the greatest pleasure she
had ever known and she couldn't stop now. He kneaded
his middle finger in and out of the tight portal as she
squealed and rotated responding to his invasion of her
vaginal portal.
Suddenly, he withdrew and placed his hand around his
own now erect phallus as he stood up.
Fermia shivered, she knew this was the moment of truth.
She was going to be deflowered. She was paralyzed by
fear yet anticipating the delicious invasion of her
innermost secret being, yet she was intoxicated by the
forbidden pleasure. Not knowing what to do she just sat
on the rim trying to balance as the rolled steel rim
creased her buttocks.
Francisco advanced and rubbed the now erect ruby glans
against her labia. Oh, how good it felt. She steadied
herself as he continued to rub and apply gentle
pressure to the virginal portal. As if by magic, her
secretions lubricated his knob and it slipped inside
the lips of her vagina. Involuntarily she pushed
against it as the shaft buried itself in her vaginal
warmth. She had expected pain but received only velvet
engulfing pleasure and for the first time she smiled
and knew she would enjoy thoroughly her first fucking.
Francisco grabbed her buttocks and lifted her as he
impaled her with his engorged phallus and
simultaneously she began rocking forward to increase
the delicious friction of their frantic coupling.
"Oh Dios Mio," she yelped as she clasped her strong
lithe legs around his waist. She laughed and bucked,
fucking the giant phallus that pinned her groin to his.
"Oh Dios, Oh Dios, culeyeme culeyeme. Oh God, Oh God,
fuck me, fuck me." She cried as she rode his phallus.
She had her arms around his neck and his face was
buried as he supported her and fucked back with all he
had. He was standing firm and supporting her by the
buttocks as they bucked and pushed. He continued to
kiss her breasts, lathing each nipple and areola with
pleasurable attention. She felt so full of new
sensations as she felt the tingling suction on her
nipples and the velvet distention of her vagina crammed
full of his pulsating erect penis.
All of a sudden a wave of pleasure boiled up from
within her pelvis rocking her being and the wave
overwhelmed her like fire. She cried and laughed she
covered his curly hair with kisses as he bit and sucked
her nipples and continued driving his erect member into
her groin.
"I am a woman," she thought as she savored the
pulsating fire in the core of her womb. She pushed back
responding to each powerful stroke, prolonging the
delicious sweet pain in her groin.
He again tensed every muscle in his body and while
surging forth he let go his seminal discharge spraying
her vagina with the secretion of love. When she felt
the warm blast of semen her own orgasm renewed and she
shook like a leaf as her body responded with a will of
its own.
She hung on and continued fucking her pelvis into the
pushing insistency of his erection. She was crying and
laughing at the same time; the sensations felt so
wonderful. As they twirled and lurched around the stock
tank with water splashing about their legs, they
thought of nothing else but the lust that possessed
their young bodies.
Stepping on a slick piece of moss growing on the
bottom of the tank Francisco lost his footing and they
fell splashing in the cool water.
Thus forcibly disengaged, Fermia came to her senses.
Her shame again began to build and she blushed hiding
neck deep in the now murky water. She turned away from
Francisco and held herself wondering about her
lascivious behavior and what would happen next.
"Hey chica, How about washing our clothes?" yelled
Francisco from the far edge of the tank. He lifted his
leg over the side and strode to the small heap of dirty
garments. He picked the pile up and flung it into the
tank towards Fermia.
As she looked up she saw a cascade of garments falling
to the surface of the water. She located the bar of
soap lying on the bottom of the tank and began to rub
it into the grimy garments.
She was standing in the water bent over cleansing the
clothes, her breasts bare and dripping water as she
toiled just as thousands of Mestizo women toiled
through the centuries on the banks of creeks and
streams.
Francisco strutted like a warrior, naked and proud. His
tight buttocks gleamed like copper as his muscles
tensed with his movements. His uncircumcised penis
swung to and fro as did his massive testicular sacs
hanging free. He smiled as he let the desert breeze dry
his body. Back and forth next to the tank he walked as
Fermia carefully washed their garments. Looking towards
the east he saw the yellow white shimmering disk of the
morning sun as it broke free of the horizon.
Fermia took the soggy pile of washed clothes in her
arms and waded across the tank. Lifting her brown
thighs high she stepped over the edge of the tank. She
carried the clothes to the nearby barbed wire fence and
hung them across it, taking care not to tear the
material on the sharp barbs.
She turned around and saw Francisco facing her. They
both were completely nude and their bodies gleamed in
the morning sun after their cleansing and athletic
coupling. She stood for a moment and just looked at
him. This moment might have been a thousand years ago
as a Mayan princess looked at a young warrior king on
the banks of a Central American river.
Francisco smiled with a powerful sense of satisfaction
after subduing this gorgeous young girl and winning her
over to him so masterfully. His member stirred and
engorged just a little to allow it to lengthen against
his thigh.
Fermia blushed but she could not take her eyes away. He
had completely dominated her and for the moment she was
his love slave. Her breasts stood firm and full, the
areolas and nipples still engorged and crimson tinged.
She took a deep breath and threw out her chest now
proud of the woman's body that pleasured them both so
well.
As she noticed his stirring phallus she realized that
she also had power. The power to stir the passions of
men.
So she too looked to the sun rising to the east and
smiled. This would, indeed, be a new life. Proudly she
strode back to the fence to retrieve the now almost dry
cotton shift. She lifted it over her head and buttoned
the bodice buttons on the front. It was still slightly
damp and felt cool and clean against her body. She then
slipped on the worn panties and replaced her flat black
shoes on her feet. Seeing a bright blue splash of
color, she picked a length of surveyor's tape from a
fencepost and tied her beautiful shining hair back into
a pony tail, taking care to tie a careful bow behind
her head with the fragile plastic ribbon.
Without looking back at Francisco she purposely walked
back to the little camp by the arroyo.
"Where have you been?" quizzed Maria, wiping the sleep
from her eyes. Little Meiha still lay sleeping on a
piece of cardboard on the ground under a spreading
mesquite tree.
"Found some agua tambien? You are so beautiful. You
remind me of your mother when she was young."
A tear appeared at the corner of Maria's eye. She wiped
it away and sighed. There was lots to do this first day
in America.
"We need to find work and a place to live. We'll die
out here on the desert this time of year."
She peered at the horizon to the east. "I'll have
Francisco walk to town."
"Where is Francisco?" She looked around.
"There's a stock tank over there." Pointed Fermia.
"He's washed his clothes and is waiting for his jeans
to dry." She smiled at the thought of Francisco
standing in the hot sun nude while the thick denim
remained dripping wet.
"Well let's eat. Then we'll check out the area." Maria
stated casually as she picked up the plastic sac and
retrieved a couple of stale tortillas. Meiha opened her
eyes and stretched and sleepily spoke "Are we here yet,
in America?"
"Yes Meiha, we are here, now we have to figure out how
to stay here." She handed her daughter and niece a
tortilla and reached into the bag and retrieved a small
square of hard cheese. This to she parceled out as she
thought about what to do next.
END
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