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In Sexual Pursuit

Rod Long

Chapter 1

Man, that cousin of ours is some fine-looking cunt." Young, dark-haired Bernardo Mendosa said to

his older brother as they stepped up on the broken-down porch of their house. "She can fuck too. I

mean the way that little bitch screws, you'd think she was addicted to cocks!"

"Bernardo, you know that the girl is not yet out of her teens," his older brother said seriously, not

used to hearing his younger brother talking that way, especially about a young girl he was supposed to

marry.

Bernardo had been sent up to New York three months ago to meet his father's cousins, the only

other members of the Mendosa family to have escaped from Cuba. Most of the others had either been

imprisoned or executed. It had been the dream of the heads of the American Mendosas to reunite the

family by marrying the youngest of the Miami Mendosa family to the daughter of the cousins in New

York.

Bernardo had apparently gotten to know more about his fiancee in those months than he should have

been allowed to. But the girl seemed to have been the one to have initiated the move for him to fuck

her. She might be just the right, over-sexed little vixen Bernardo would need to keep him interested in

her until they were married.

Their father had dreamed of such a marriage for so long and he, Salvador Mendosa, was going to

make sure that Bernardo carried out his father's wishes.

They had reached the door now, and Salvador fumbled in his pocket for the house keys. He always

locked the door of the house, no matter who was at home, because the leaders of the Morros, the most

feared street gang in the city, had to always watch their backs. Even their own houses and kin were not

safe from attack.

Both Mendosa boys were proud to be members of the Morros, a gang started by their father when

he had first arrived in the States from Cuba. Times had been hard on Cubans in those days. Fleeing

their country, having to leave behind relatives and property. They got their freedom all right, that was the

reason they had fled Cuba, and they embraced it with their souls, but they had to pay a price, to some a

terrible price. Leonardo, the boys' father, had been one of the lucky ones, but still he had had to fight

out his existence, live from day to day and hope that tomorrow would not be his last, for the Cubans

were a minority and because of their limited numbers and their differences, they were easy targets for the

larger groups such as the Puerto Ricans or the Blacks.

Finally, after much suffering at the hands of the other street gangs, Leonardo had gotten together

with some of his young Cuban friends and formed a street gang of their own. They had chosen their

name carefully, realizing that it would be the strength of their group. They had named themselves the

Morros, the Spanish word for Arab, after the Arabs who had conquered through rape and pillage the

country of their ancestors, Spain, during its long and bloody history. It was the Morros's turn now to

conquer this new land that they had chosen until they too would be accepted as one of its own people.

Leonardo had been the Morros's first leader and now his oldest son, Salvador, had that honor with

Bernardo as his right hand man. And their sons would probably also be members if not leaders of the

gang some day, for that was the way it had always been with the gangs of the streets.

Salvador slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door carefully making sure that there were

no rival gang members hiding in wait inside, and once satisfied, he opened the door wide for his young

brother to pass.

"One thing, brother," he said suddenly reaching out and holding him by the arm. "You can't speak of

Rosita to our father in the manner you have been speaking to me. He is of the old school and he would

not understand such language or behavior." He looked at his brother seriously and saw a sudden glint of

anger flash through his brother's eyes.

"You should know better than that, Salvador." He removed his arm with careful deliberation from

the grasp of his brother. "Our father has suffered a stroke; he is sick and old. Do you think I would tell a

helpless man like him what I have just told you? Rosita is charming," he continued, a hard glint in his

eye, "and fucks like a whore, but one does not tell a story like that to one's father. Now, where is he? I

wish to see him."

"He's probably sleeping now. Come have some coffee, and by the time you are through he will have

awakened."

"Sounds good to me, and I can tell you more about our distant young cousin Rosita," Bernardo said

and their footsteps faded down the tiny hall to the kitchen.

Leonardo Mendosa, lying half-paralyzed in his bed in his bedroom off of the main hall, had heard his

two young sons come in. He was glad that his younger boy had had a safe journey from New York and

had also enjoyed himself while he was there. He did not particularly like some of the things Bernardo

had said about his cousin, it was not proper for a man to speak of such things to other men, even one's

brothers. He just did not understand young people these days, they were so lacking in manners and

gallantry. Had he spoken that way about his intended bride, his father would have beaten him to within

an inch of his life. No, whatever he and his bride-to-be, Isabella de Vanquez, had done before their

marriage, had been their secret. Had his father known what they had actually done on the days they

were out alone together, he would not have beaten him, he would have killed him. But that had been so

many years ago, so many years ago.

For a moment, the old, grey-haired man let his mind wander back to the days when he was a young

man and he had first fallen in love with the beautiful Isabella.

The Mendosa family had been in Cuba for generations as had the de Vanquez family. The

Mendosas owned a large tobacco plantation where the tobacco was grown for the cigars Cuba was

famous for. Leonardo had been promised since birth to the young Isabella, but he didn't mind, it would

not be a loveless match for either of them, in fact the sooner they were married, the better, for they were

already fucking like they were man and wife.

Leonardo and his beautiful golden-haired Isabella had been attracted to each other for many years.

It was an attraction that had been very difficult for them, for in the formal world of the Spanish the

woman must remain a virgin until marriage. But somehow, it had not proved to be a problem for long,

for soon the two of them had developed a way to get rid of their chaperones and be alone, to talk and to

screw. They had spent many happy hours when they were together and neither of them could wait until

they were finally married and could be together always and not for just a few stolen hours at a time.

He sent his memory back across the years to the first time he had fucked Isabella and to all the other

times, one in particular that he remembered above all others. It had happened in the summertime and to

this day was still one of the best screws he ever had.

The Mendosa family had several houses on Cuba, one in the city for their winter living and one on

Cayo Smith, an island in the middle of Santiago Bay. The house on Cayo Smith was Leonardo's

favorite house, and every summer of his life, he and his family went there to spend the hot summer

months. A small road ran all of the way around the island and the houses were sprawling mansions

below the road. Sometimes all of the young people of the Island would have races to see who could

swim around it, but it was done more for fun than competition.

The Mendosa house was surrounded by gardens full of the exotic colors of tropical flowers and

trees and down by the water, buried deep within the bright green foliage, was the secret meeting place of

Isabella and Leonardo, the white garden pavilion his grandmother had ordered from Europe when she

had first been married. It was there, and only there where the young couple could be alone from their

families, for the pavilion was almost a forgotten part of the garden.

On the one particular day that he remembered so well, both families had spent the day together.

First attending Mass in the little church on the summit of the island, and then after lunch, they all went

down to the beach for a swim. It had seemed forever before Leonardo and Isabella could slip away

unnoticed from the crowd of their screaming brothers and sisters, but they finally had, and ran off giggling

into the garden to their very own pavilion of heaven. They said nothing until they reached the delicate

white structure, and then as Isabella stood breathless in the doorway, Leonardo had thrown himself

down on the couch which was built into one corner of the pavilion. "Come on over here," he said, patting

the cushion beside him.

Isabella moved to her young boyfriend and looked down on him.

"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be afraid to be here alone with you." She smiled gently

and let him draw her down on the couch. She kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir

unbelievably at her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled her light blouse

from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand along the ridge of her spine.

"Leonardo, we shouldn't, not now!" she cried, breaking off her kiss and attempting to pull away from

him.

"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said, refusing to release his strong grip

on her voluptuous young body.

"Someone may come and find us," she answered.

"There will be no one coming, I know. But of course, if you don't want me to . . ." He sneaked his

hand further up her back, caressing her seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed her

naked tittles sensuously through the light blouse. He drew her to him and buried a teasing kiss on her

soft neck and under her chin.

"You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this is the first time we have

been alone in weeks." Isabella laughed, as he continued his maddening caresses.

Isabella threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto the couch, covering him with

her slender body. She laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his crotch and began

kneading his semi-aroused prick forcefully.

"Okay, amore mia," she whispered huskily in his ear. "How do you like that?"

Leonardo laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him and onto the floor of the beach pavilion, his

swelling cock already pressing painfully against his tight pants. Then he slid his hand up under her skirt

and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, and Isabella giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With

thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the soft,

hair-lined lips of her wetly glistening pussy.

Isabella lay back holding her breath, offering no more than token resistance to his hands coursing

over her voluptuous body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of her clit rippled through her

now jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly throbbing titties, and her thighs relaxed and

parted loosely as she rolled toward her fiancé with a low surrendering moan. Her hand moved across

his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily throbbing cock. Then her fingers, of their own volition,

pushed his shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and

erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.

"Oooooohhh, that's it, Isabella," Leonardo grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and

allowed her to slide his pants down, and then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the pavilion

floor. She stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down

over the pulsing head, then she slid her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently

cup and squeeze his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch

at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures. Her hips ground of their own volition down against the pavilion

floor and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from between her teeth.

Then, suddenly, a picture of herself moaning under the manipulations of her beloved Leonardo

crashed into her thoughts, and she paused, disconcerted by this vision.

"Oh, sweetheart . . . it's good!" Leonardo moaned.

Isabella resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock and she was pleased that finally she could

make her Leonardo happy in this manner. She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually

aroused in so short a time. It must be because she had waited so long for this. She tried to sort out her

confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Leonardo's huge, jerking

cock, swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze. She couldn't believe it, and yet it was true.

She couldn't keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it

would be fucking into her cunt.

What's happening to me? she thought suddenly. I should not be doing this. But I can't stop myself .

. . I want to touch his cock! Even now! I have to touch it . . . ooooooh, God! I have to!

Leonardo lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully

overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet little tongue

licking at him wildly, not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her, her glazed mind

filled only with the sight of his hugely throbbing cock.

Isabella stood up from the floor, not caring that the obscenely gleaming eyes of the man she would

soon marry were on her. She stepped out of her skirt and pulled off her skimpy blouse, and then

continued as if prodded by some unseen force. Her sensuously throbbing titties seemed to beg for

touching. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully over them, touching her ruby nipples in guarded

wonderment. Oh God, that felt so good! Isabella took a deep breath, and then rolled down her flimsy

wet panties and allowed her hands to slowly travel back up her long slim legs and thighs and touch

delicately at the lining of her soft-edged pussy.

Leonardo was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness of the young girl. Her sleek,

firm body was an entrancing combination of swelling tits and thighs, and he gaped at the golden-colored

silken curls that she was exploring gently with her fingers now at the junction of her slightly spread thighs.

The thin, pink hair-lined slit running the full length of her nakedly displayed pussy caused his mouth to

water, and his tongue licked his lips with anticipation.

"Get down by my prick," Leonardo ordered, confident now of the aroused young blonde's

willingness to do anything he said, watching her softly trembling tits dance alluringly and her voluptuously

rounded asscheeks sway obscenely as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long

blonde curls pouring down over her shoulders. "Lick my cock, Isabella. Put my cock in your mouth

and suck it, suck it . . . suck it . . ."

Even though she thought that this was not right, she loved Leonardo so much that she would do

anything to please him. She had even let Leonardo screw her before they were married, a thing that her

parents would not approve of, but she loved him so that it did not matter.

Isabella lavished Leonardo's quivering shaft with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing it along

its wide underside to its hardened cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes, then

back down to its base and to the dark pubic hair and then lower, down around the distended

lust-swollen sac of his balls, hot from his boiling cum.

Her first taste of her fiancé's swollen prick instigated wild tremors of delight in her voluptuous young

body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and

slowly, tenderly felt her titties and nipples, belly and thighs. Mmmmmmmm . . . Isabella was growing

wild with frenzy, her belly and cunt churning now with a spasming need that she had never dreamed

existed and which was driving her to the point of a mind-bending cum.

God . . . she loved this!

Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Leonardo's balls and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing

head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his lewd

cum-juice far into her throat and belly!

Isabella began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder of resistance at what she

had allowed herself to do passed through her momentarily, she realized that she loved the taste of

Leonardo's cock. She felt the short, wiry hair of his loins against her chin and lips, his balls sweeping

against her, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her pussy still hotter, nothing

mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which began to ripple through her naked flesh.

Isabella didn't hear the steps walking up to the pavilion, and didn't notice the figure which slipped

quickly inside to stare down at them. But Leonardo opened his eyes to discover his older brother

standing in fascination as he watched Isabella's naked form crouched salaciously over the huge,

rock-hard cock reaching up into her wetly caverned mouth. He grinned lewdly, and came over to

where she strained and pumped to milk her fiancé's painfully aching balls of their hotly building juice and

in doing so quench the raging fire of lust consuming her insides. The sight of Leonardo's heavily pulsing

cock buried deep between the lips of the girl's widely ovalled lips increased his obscenely aroused

fascination, and he hissed out his breath as he saw her take her hand, which she had been running over

her own body, and use it to massage the soft resilient skin of Leonardo's balls, then tantalizingly stroke

the base of his shaft as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down.

Leonardo looked up to see his brother Roberto right above them, and read the unmistakable lust

written all over his face. Isabella's so hot now, she won't mind if somebody else joins in, he thought. He

looked at Roberto and nodded to him. He laughed as he saw the expression of surprise, and then,

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