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Subject: {ASSM} Virgin Run (MF)
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2001 09:10:05 -0500
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VIRGIN RUN
by
RICK JORDAN

 The headlights came up behind me fast and close. Afraid I
was going to be rear ended, I pulled over and let him pass. The
green Border Patrol van sped past me. "Asshole!" I thought. "He
didn't have to do that."

Ahead almost out of sight, the van pulled
over, U-turned and came rushing back toward me. This time I
pulled over and stopped. "What the hell is going on?" I thought. I
turned the headlights off and watched the van disappear again in the
rear view mirror. The van had turned around in the distance behind
me and was headed back more slowly, sweeping the bushes along
the shoulder of the dark country road with spotlights. The van was
still well back when two small figures darted across the road,
almost running into my dark colored truck.


 "Over here! Aqui, aqui!" I shouted at them. Don't ask why.
I don't know myself. My shouting stopped them in their tracks.
They looked at the van approaching behind, then at me and must
have realized their options were becoming very limited at that
point. I reached over to open the passenger door and two darkly
dressed figures jumped in and closed the door.

Quickly I started the
truck and slowly drove off so that I wouldn't attract attention. The
van continued its search with the spotlights and soon disappeared
from view behind us.

 With the initial excitement over, reality began to sink in. If
the Border Patrol caught me helping illegals, I could be arrested.
Worse, who the hell are these people? They could beat me senseless
and take my truck!

 "Gracias, senor. Muchas gracias," said a shaky young voice--the
voice of a woman.

 "Si, gracias, senor," the other figure said, also a young
woman.

 I looked at them blankly in the dim light from the instrument
panel. I began to relax.

 "No problem, uhhh...de nada," I answered. Growing up in
California, you can't help but pick up some of the language, but I
hadn't picked up much.

 "My name is Martin," I told them, pointing at myself.

"Como se llama?" I asked them.

 "Graciela...Gracie," the one next to me answered. She
pointed to her friend. "This is Marisa."

They were dirty and their
clothes were torn, but they certainly weren't much of a threat to
me!

 "Do you speak English?" I asked them in general.

 "Si, a little," Gracie said. "Marisa, no English."

 "My God! How old are you guys?" They looked too young
to be crossing the border like this alone.

 "Diez y nueve," said Gracie, nervously slipping into
Spanish. "I mean 19. Marisa is just 18."

 "Where are you going?" I asked. "Do you have a place to
go?"

 "We have relatives in Fresno. I live there. I went back to
Mexico to bring Marisa. Can you help us?"

 Obviously, I had jumped into this whole thing without a
plan. I was winging it minute by minute. When I picked them up, I
had no idea what I was going to do beyond getting them out of
their immediate predicament with the Border Patrol. I looked at
them now. Young, tired, scared and probably hungry.

 "Look. I don't know how much I can do. Fresno is a long
ways off, and I have to work tomorrow. I'll get you a motel room
so that you can clean up and get some rest and we will decide what
to do in the morning. OK?

 I found a quiet motel along the old highway. It was cheap
and out of sight. The women stayed in the truck while I registered.

I asked the clerk for a room towards the back. He handed me a key
and I walked back to the truck.

 "Room 124," I told the women absently. I drove around to
the room and parked just outside the door. Gracie and Marisa got
out of the truck and grabbed the small duffels they had thrown in
the back of the truck. I hadn't even noticed that they had bags with
them.

 The room was clean with a queen bed, a small TV and a
couple of unmatched chairs and a table. Gracie and Marisa stood
just inside the door, not sure of how to act.

 "You guys get cleaned up and I'll go out for some food," I
said. They looked at me like frightened puppies as I left, probably
wondering if I would come back for them. I did, of course, twenty
minutes later with a sack of tacos and three cokes. "Hey, what the
hell," I thought. "Everybody likes Mexican food, right?"

 The bathroom door was closed, but I could hear Gracie and
Marisa chattering happily and excitedly to each other in Spanish.
Half of what they said I couldn't hear, and the other half I couldn't
understand. I turned on the TV and flopped down on the bed. It
had been a long day. The water droned in the bathroom, the TV
droned on the rickety table and despite my hunger I began to doze
off.

 "Martin," a soft voice called.

 "Martin," another even softer voice. Both pronounced it
"Marteen", accenting the last syllable. I opened my eyes, temporarily
disoriented.

 "Holy shit!" I cried. Gracie and Marisa jumped back
startled. I looked at them standing there, dressed only in men's
white T-shirts with their long, dark hair falling damply over their
small shoulders.

The two scruffy, dirty illegals had changed into
angels. Their young, almost virginal beauty took my breath away.

 Gracie came over and sat on the edge of the bed. I could see
the V of her pussy against her clean white cotton panties peaking
out from under the loose T-shirt. Marisa sat at the foot of the bed
nervously knitting her fingers, too shy to look up.

 "You have been so kind to us, Martin," she began, stroking
my hair with her long fingers. "We may never see you again after
tomorrow. It would be sad not to thank you for saving us from la
Migra." She leaned down and kissed me softly. I held her face and
pulled her down to me. My tongue slipped easily into her willing
mouth.

 "We should eat. Me and Marisa have not eaten since
morning. We will need our strength. You too, Martin." She looked
at me coyly, then upended the bag of cold soggy tacos in the middle
of the bed. We all sat around the pile of tacos cross-legged and ate
them greedily.

 "I'm still hungry, Martin," said Gracie after we had eaten
everything.

 "Hey, I'll get more tacos if you want," I told her. But that is
not what she was hungry for.

 Gracie gently pushed me back on the bed and opened my
shirt. She kissed me slowly on the mouth, then moved down to kiss
my nipples. Her tongue flicked against them. I could feel the ends
of her still wet curls trailing over my chest like dozens of soft
artist's brushes. They left a cool wetness, which did nothing to
quench the heat that was building between us.

 I leaned up to remove my shirt. I flung it to the floor and
Gracie pushed me back down. My button fly jeans came open easily
in her hands. She hooked her fingers over the top and pulled them
down with my briefs. My hard unyielding cock caught temporarily
in the waistband of my briefs, then sprung back, whacking my tight
belly with a loud plop.

 Marisa had moved to one of the chairs and let out a little
cry. I looked over to see her staring at my enlarged cock pulsating
near my belly in time with my racing heartbeat.

 Gracie grabbed the root of my throbbing cock with her
small fist. She squeezed it gently and watched the head grow larger
and more purple. She wrapped her small mouth around the tip and
took in as much as she could--barely more than the hooded tip. Not
able to take my engorged dick very far into her small mouth, she
opened and closed her mouth, squishing her soft hot tongue against
the sensitive underside. Her saliva ran in warm liquid rivulets down
my shaft and over my tightened balls.

 Every so often, she would relax her grip allowing the blood
to drain from the swollen head, then draw it into her mouth until it
touched the back of her throat. Then she would squeeze the base
again, forcing the blood to the tip. The pressure from her grip
expanded the head and forced my cock out of her little mouth until
only the head remained. She then resumed her tongue squishing
movements. No woman since has ever been able to duplicate the
sensations for me. Lord knows I have had them all try.

 When I had any control of the situation at all, I would
glance over at Marisa sitting cross-legged in the chair staring at my
dick. One hand gripped the chair arm tightly. The other hand had
disappeared between her legs under her baggy T-shirt. Her raspy
breath left little doubt what she was doing under there. I was a little
surprised that Marisa never made a move to join us, but Gracie's
skill commanded all of my attention, and I soon quit wondering
about it. Marisa seemed to have her own interests well in hand, but
her eyes never left my cock as Gracie's talented mouth continued to
work.

 "Mmmm. My mouth is tired!" said Gracie coming up for air
and laughing playfully. In a flash, she pulled off her T-shirt, slipped
out of her panties and grabbed the base of my cock again. This
time, though, she straddled me, still squeezing my cock. Skillfully,
she rode down on it until it was in her up to her tight little fist. She
let go and sat down on my throbbing dick until I could feel the
bones in her ass jamming into my hips. She rode up on my cock
until I was sure it would pop out, then just in time would sit back
down on it and slid it in until the head stretched against her button-
like cervix. I don't think I have ever been so deep in a woman
before.

 I reached for her beautiful young breasts, the size of large
firm apples and just as sweet. A perfect handful. I glanced over at
Marisa and she had pulled up her T-shirt and had cupped both of
her breasts. They looked like twins of Gracie's, and she was
mimicking with her hands what I was doing to Gracie, but she
never looked at me.

 Gracie pounded up and down on my dick with the energy
only a teenager could have. Watching her round young tits bobbing
up and down, watching Marisa squeezing her own firm apples, it all
became too much. I let out a little grunt and Gracie, quick as
lightning grabbed the base of my cock, pulled it out, gave it a
couple quick strokes and I exploded.

A long, white hot arc of cum
shot into the air and fell the length of my chest. Gracie kept
pumping it and laughing, obviously delighted with the spectacle.

 God, sex with her was hot. There is nothing like a sexy,
turned on latina woman. Nothing. "Unless," I thought, "it is two
latinas."

 "Isn't Marisa going to thank me too?" I said jokingly.

 "Martin...," Gracie looked at me frowning. "Marisa is... a
virgin. You cannot ask her to do that."

 "I was only kidding," I said lamely. "I didn't know." I felt
like a jerk.

 "It is OK, Martin. I am not angry."

 Marisa said something softly without looking at either of us.
Gracie answered back a bit sharply. It was too soft and too fast for
me. I couldn't make out any of it with my limited Spanish, but I
could tell that were arguing about something. Maybe Marisa was
upset that Gracie had had sex with me.

 Gracie had the final word, but looked resigned. Marisa came
over to the bed on the opposite side from Gracie. She lay down
next to me and kissed me softly on the cheek.

 "What gives?" I asked Gracie who was still laying next to
me.

 "She insists on thanking you herself, Martin," she explained.

"She says she has saved herself for the right man. Now she is 18
and who could be more right than the man who has saved us."

 "I don't know, Gracie...," I stammered. "A virgin?" I
couldn't believe I might turn down every man's dream.

 "You will be gentle, Martin," she began, then paused, "and I
will help." She laughed softly and deliciously, and so did Marisa.

 Gracie climbed over me to Marisa. She reached under her
T-shirt and slowly removed Marisa's white panties. She twirled
them around her index finger several times, laughing and flung them
across the room. Marisa lay there smiling with one finger in her
mouth. She nibbled on the tip, looking at Gracie expectantly.

 "Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Marisa may be a virgin, but
this is not the first time she and Gracie have done this."

 Gracie spread Marisa's legs gently and began a trail of soft
wet kisses along the inside of Marisa's thigh. Marisa's firm little ass
squirmed excitedly as Gracie continued toward her waiting pussy.
When she reached it, Marisa arched her back and moaned slightly.

 I could take no more as a spectator. I leaned over and
kissed Marisa's partially open mouth. Her tongue immediately
darted into my mouth and I sucked on it gently. I could tell how
well Gracie was doing by what Marisa did with her mouth on mine.

 I reached under Marisa's T-shirt for one of her beautiful
golden breasts. They were so warm and soft. I pulled her shirt up,
and she leaned up slightly so that I could remove it entirely. I
leaned down to suck on her perfectly round aureole, the color of
dark chocolate. Her nipples were already completely erect as I
expected them to be.

 Gracie continued working on Marisa's beautiful young
pussy, but reached over to stroke my dick. She soon moved her
luscious mouth from Marisa's wet cunt to my cock, but instead of
repeating her earlier trick, she ran her partially opened lips along
the shaft like it was a warm living harmonica. All the while, her
fingers were busy in Marisa's snatch to keep her sexual excitement
at a fever pitch.

 Marisa had waited 18 years and she was not going to wait
any longer. She put her arms around me and urged me to mount
her. I looked down at Gracie, sucking hungrily on my dick. We
exchanged glances that told her Marisa was not to be denied any
longer.

 "Gently, Martin," as I climbed onto Marisa in the classic
missionary position. I bore my weight on my elbows and knees and
slowly lowered the head of my cock to Marisa's virgin entrance.

Gracie knelt by us holding my cock with one hand and reaching
around behind to hold my balls with the other. When the head
contacted her warm soft mound, Gracie gently pulled it through
Marisa's slippery lips to moisten it thoroughly with her juices.

 Gracie had complete control. With her little fist around my
cock, she prevented me from entering Marisa too quickly or too
hard. With her other hand on my balls, she urged me forward.

Watching Marisa's face, Gracie expertly guided me in with a
minimum of pain and a maximum of pleasure. Since I was so large
for these small women, Gracie would coo softly to Marisa in
Spanish to relax her, then urge me on with pressure on my balls
from behind. After a few minutes of this deliciously slow work,
Marisa winced sharply and I slid in freely. Gracie realizing what had
happened, let go of my dick and let me take control. I think I could
have done a pretty good job of it from the beginning by myself, but
this was so much more interesting and exciting.

 I stroked in and out of that beautiful tight pussy that no man
had ever known before. Gracie left us so that Marisa could
experience a man completely for the first time. She curled up in one
of the chairs to watch, pleased that her friend seemed to be enjoying
it so much.

 I certainly was enjoying it. Marisa's pussy would
occasionally spasm so hard it was difficult to push against her grip.
When she would relax, I would stroke faster, and slow up when the
spasms came. At first, I thought she might be coming, but the
spasms were protests from muscles unaccustomed to a man. The
sensations became more and more intense.

 "No cumming inside of her, Martin," Gracie admonished
from the sidelines. Just when I thought I might be too late, I pulled
out and shot my load. The first spurt hit Marisa right in the face.
She screamed, then laughed uncontrollably. Gracie chimed in as
well. I was too busy bathing Marisa's bronze body with cum to
laugh, but when I had finished I laughed too! I wiped the head of
my dick off with my hand and pushed it slowly back into Marisa's
sopping little cunt. There was no resistance.

 Gracie jumped onto the bed and wiped my cum from
Marisa's face with her finger. Dripping with cum, she touched her
finger to Marisa's lips. Marisa flicked at it tentatively with her
tongue to taste it, then sucked Gracie's finger clean. Both girls
laughed again.

 Gracie went into the bathroom and came out with two hot
washcloths and dry towels. She handed me a washcloth, then
carefully almost ceremoniously cleaned up the cum and blood from
Marisa's beautiful young pussy, now a woman's pussy. She dried
her carefully, put the towel underneath her to cover the bloody spot
on the sheet and lay down beside her.

I cleaned and dried myself
and lay down on the other side next to Marisa. Gracie's small
slender hand lay on one of Marisa's soft warm breasts. I lay my
hand on top of hers. Within minutes, their soft rhythmic breathing
told me they were fast asleep.

 As exhausted as I was, I lay there for awhile thinking that
for the first time since meeting these girls, I had a plan. I wondered
how long it would take me to find work in Fresno.



THE END

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