Susan's New Life

As Juan's lapping tongue found its way to Susan's fuck hole, her legs flopped wide open and she moaned out loud. She was getting wet .....very wet.

Juan's slow approach had worked. He began to kiss his way up Susan's body and as he began to suck on her nipples again, he placed his cock head at her wet opening. Slowly he entered her. Her vagina felt like velvet around his Mexican cock. Never had he felt a pussy like this.

"Too bad he couldn't keep her for himself," Juan thought glumly.

Juan knew that to keep his power over this area of outback Mexico he would have to give her to the men.

Juan's power came from keeping his men happy and satisfied. He had to keep them, "Satisfied with women, drugs and money." Juan ran quite an operation. He received most of his money from drug smuggling and smuggling illegal workers into the U.S. He kept his men in line through strong ruthless leadership and the rewards that he gave his men.

Most of the women working in the Cantina were pretty Mexican girls pulled from the trucks of 'illegals' heading for the U.S. border. This American wife was a lucky find for Juan, as she would help keep his men content. It was unfortunate that she was destined to be nothing more than a toy, a sexual reward for his men.

As Juan's hairless balls nestled up against the crack of Susan's ass, he smiled to himself, "At least I get to enjoy her myself for awhile.".

At that exact moment, The moment that Juan's hard brown cock reached depth's in Susan's belly that Jeff had never dreamed of....., Jeff's car finally caught up to the pick-up truck with his son in it.

The chase had lasted well over an hour. Jeff had chased the pick-up back to the paved road. Then the pickup had turned off onto another dirt road heading North, behind the abandoned processing plant. This road was very rough and Jeff was barely able to keep up with the truck.

Actually, the pickup slowed down every time it looked like Jeff would fall too far behind. The pick-up with Gomez driving was leading an unsuspecting Jeff further into the back country.

Finally the truck stopped. Gomez got out with a shotgun under his arm.

"Senor you have chased me good! You may have your son back," called Gomez.

Jeff felt relief for the first time as Little Jeff ran to him.

Gomez went to the back of his truck and got out two plastic milk containers full of water. He placed them on the ground. He then aimed his shotgun at the father and son, who still hugged each other. Seeing this Jeff thought their lives were over. He bravely used his body to shield his son from the shotgun blast.

Gomez smiled at the Yankee's attempt to save his son. The kidnapper moved the barrel of the gun and fired.

The radiator of Jeff's car exploded.

"Senor", Gomez called, "If you wait until dark and follow the North Star you can reach the highway in about 25 kilometers. Someone will pick you up. Travel at night when it is cool. There is enough water for you and the little boy to make it. Walk slowly and carefully. The snakes won't bother you if you make noise while you walk. But be careful not to step in a gopher or prairie dog hole. If you break your leg you will surely die out here. If you are careful you and the boy will make it safely. Going slowly it will take you only two nights. Don't go back the way you came I will be watching and I would hate to kill you."

Jeff called out, "What about my wife?"

Little Jeff cried, "I want my Mommy!"

Gomez smiled, "Senor, I'd forget about her if I were you. Walk to the North and get your rich white Yankee ass back to your home. Take care of your boy. Your wife has a new life now, one that I'm sure she will enjoy!"

Gomez got back in his truck and roared away back down the dusty road.

As that moment, as Jeff and Jeff Junior watched the pickup drive away, Juan was still in the dark cabin, his big cock still buried deep inside Susan.

Slowly, centimeters at a time he began to move his thick cock in and out of her sweet pale pink pussy. He could feel her getting wetter. Susan was trying to fight the feeling, but Juan kept slowly moving and whispering to her how good it felt, how wet she was, how much her body was liking the sensations she was feeling.

Over time Juan began to pick up the pace. He would withdraw his invading cock further and then stroke in deeper. Driving her slowly crazy.

Susan finally lost control. She wrapped her legs around Juan's ass and began to buck back against him. Now Juan changed his tactics. From slow gentle lover he became a hard brutal fuck machine. He began screaming at Susan, "You love to fuck! You are made for screwing! All men want to fuck you! You are now my whore."

As Juan slammed his engorged cock into Susan, he held back, not allowing himself to cum. With satisfaction he watching as Susan built to a huge orgasm.

As she began to shake, nearing her climax, Juan said, "tell me you are my whore, my slut. Tell me what you are!! Tell me!!"

At that moment Mrs. Susan Phillips screamed, "I'm a whore and slut. Fuck me harder. Oh! forgive me Jeff. Fuck me harder Juan!"

Juan smiled and stopped holding himself back. His red hot poker of a cock blasted his jism deep into Susan's belly. The white wife and mother, grabbed Juan tightly with her legs and arms. Susan was hanging below his stocky body as she had the biggest orgasm of her life. An orgasm at the hands of a Mexican drug smuggler and pimp. All thoughts of her family were at least temporarily forgotten.

Later as Susan and Juan lay on their backs looking at the stained ceiling of the cabin, Susan began to cry.

"Sex is nothing to cry about," said Juan, "so you betrayed your husband with me. Does he make you feel like Juan makes you feel? I told you... you would enjoy it."

Susan felt so guilty. Not because she had been raped, but because she had had more pleasure from that rape than she had ever had from Jeff. Worse, she wanted to feel that pleasure again.

Susan sobbed. Juan got off the bed and began to dress. He told Susan that he had business that he needed to attend to. He told her to stay in the "crib" as he called it. He would send Marilyn in with some food. She should rest and he would be back before dark, to make her forget her family some more.

"Later you will beg me to fuck you, Susan."

Recovered now from her orgasm, feeling both guilt about her orgasm and still worried about her son, Susan responded, "No, never." But both Juan and Susan realized that it was only a half heated denial.

Susan laid back on the bed, exhausted. She was full of mixed emotions. She had really enjoyed Juan's "rape" of her. She had never felt like that before. She also began to worry about Jeff and Little Jeff. Were they OK?

As she thought about her family visions of Juan's penis kept invading her thoughts. "Maybe I really am just a slut and it took that greasy Juan to bring it out in me," Susan finally had to admit to herself.

Marilyn was soon at the door. She brought in some Mexican food and cold, bitter Mexican beer.

Susan pulled the sheet over her naked body.

Marilyn laughed, "Soon you will have no modesty, no shame. I was like you once....but now....."

When Susan tried to get Marilyn to talk more the old woman covered her mouth and didn't say much.

Marilyn pulled a rusty bucket and a full enema bag out of her basket.

"Douche with this, there is no running water in the cribs. You can piss and shit in the bucket. Later you can clean it out with the hose on the back of the Cantina. You will use the same hose to bath yourself. Juan told me to remind you that you are to stay inside out of the sun. He don't want anyone else messing with you and he wants your skin to stay lily white."

Marilyn walked out the door and over her shoulder said, "Don't try to run away, miles of desert in every direction. There is no place to go no place to run. You live here now! Forget about anything else."

Susan could only find two sparks of hope. Jeff would save their son and return to rescue her. Or maybe she could get Juan to let her go. If Juan enjoyed sex with her so much that he would keep her for himself. Maybe she would be able to convince him to let her and her family leave this horrible place.

Susan decided that while she waited for her husband to come and save her that she would win Juan over.

Now with a plan and some hope Susan ate the food, and with her hunger gone used the douche to wash away Juan's big load of jism.

Susan thought, "Jeff never cums this much." She watched as the white go ran from her distended pussy lips and into the bucket she squatted over.

A few minutes after eating and cleaning herself, Susan began to feel light headed. She sat heavily on the bed.

Unknown to the innocent housewife and mother, Juan had laced the food with some powerful Mexican hash. The water in the douche was contaminated with juice from the prickly cactus. The cactus juice produced an intense rash and itch on sensitive skin. This was a natural defense for the plant - like poison ivy. Juan used the cactus juice on his whores. Now that cactus juice was irritating Susan's sensitive inner pink cunt sheath.

Susan's new life was about to begin in earnest.

As Susan was sitting on her crib's bed getting higher and higher from the drug, Jeff and Little Jeff were beginning their walk to the North.

It was getting to be dusk and the temperature was dropping. The father helped the boy, walking slowly and carefully. Jeff could barely make out the North Star. He was worried sick about Susan, but he had to get his son to safety first.

Back at the Cantina, Susan sat naked on her bed. She was feeling giddy and happy, but she had a terrible itch. The young mother sat on the bed cross-legged. Sitting Indian style it was easy for her to rub her pubic hair. Finally she couldn't stand the itch anymore and she dipped a finger into her reddening pussy.

Just then the door opened and Juan walked in. Susan looked up with dilated eyes and smiled.

Thinking to herself in her drug induced haze, "I have to win him over."

Juan smile down at her and seeing a finger knuckle deep in her own pussy Juan said, "Here is my lover."

"Sweet Susan, I can see that you are feeling fine after our afternoon fuck. Ready for more?"

Susan responded "Yes! You made me feel like I never have before." Susan's clouded mind knew that she must play up to him. But what she was saying was wrong, she was married to... what was his name... Oh yes! Jeff.

She was confused. Was she play acting or did she want more sex with Juan? Her orgasm earlier had been amazing and she wanted to feel that more! All of her inhibitions were down because of the drugs, and because she felt that she had already betrayed her family by responding to Juan's "rape?" Maybe this was OK. She couldn't make sense of it anymore. If it meant feeling so good it must be OK.

Finally she just gave up trying to figure it out.

Susan giggled, "my vagina itches."

Juan stripped off his clothes and said "Let me take care of that itch. Let me make you feel wonderful again."

Susan flopped back on the bed smiling. Her mature breasts dancing in circles as she came to rest.

"No! Susan first you must do something for me", said Juan sternly. "First you must make love to my manhood with your mouth."

Juan was now naked and his flaccid brown penis hung over Susan's face.

"I never kissed Jeff's peepee", a childlike Susan said, "Hurry, I'm all itchy."

Juan replied, "Not until you kiss my cock."

Susan sat up, still giggling and quickly pecked the hardening penis with her lips.

"No, No Susan, open your mouth and suck it like a lollipop."

With glazed eyes Susan opened her mouth. Juan stabbed his cock between her lips. Juan took a few minutes to instruct Susan on the fine art of cocksucking.

"Susan, my Yankee Puta, you are becoming a good little cocksucker."

Susan labored over Juan's cock her cheeks hollowing and filling as she applied suction to Juan's uncut cock. He told her how to run her tongue under the foreskin that covered his dickhead. He instructed her how to take his balls in her mouth and roll them around with her tongue.

Finally she pulled away, "Help me Juan my pussy is on fire."

Juan smiled at her use of the crude term. He positioned Susan onto her hands and knees, and entered her doggy-style. Susan groggily said, "Thank you Juan, that feels much better."

Juan laughed out loud. In just 4 hours Juan had this sweet, pure American housewife and mother, sucking his cock and thanking him for fucking her. He reached forward and grabbed one of her dangling boobs. It took him a moment to grab it, because as he pounded into her from behind Susan's heavy tits were swinging wildly.

Juan came quickly, filling her itching cunt with soothing sperm..

"It's to bad" he thought to himself as his cock slipped out of Susan's exquisite cunt. He was sad that this was the last fuck session he would have with Susan. After tonight he would no longer put his "pride and joy", his magnificent cock into her. After tonight she would never be clean enough for him to fuck.

But he smiled to himself, "he could continue to teach her how to suck cock." In Juan's warped mind her mouth could be clean enough for him but not her pussy.

Juan helped Susan out of the bed. "It's dark now and you are going to the Cantina with the other girls," he said to Susan.

"Did I make you happy Juan," a stoned Susan asked?

"Yes, very happy my little puta."

"Will you fuck me again?" Susan giggled, giving herself completely over to her newly discovered desires.

Juan smiled. She would may not remember, but the Yankee wife was asking to be fucked just liked he had predicted.

"Don't worry Susan, I promise you will be fucked."

When he opened the cabin door, Juan could see the other girls walking towards the Cantina. The Mexican crib girls slept all day in the cabins and went to the Cantina at night. They took customers back and forth to their cribs for "$10 American fucks and sucks." Juan of course kept the money. He fed the girls and gave them drugs so they would perform all sorts of perverted tricks for the men in the Cantina. The girls were a great way to keep his men in line.

Susan was to become Juan's newest "crib girl". But first she would be a reward for his men. Many of his men had come to the Cantina because word of the new Yankee puta had already spread.

Through drugged eyes Susan saw the other girls walking from cabins toward the back door of the Cantina. They were all small dark Mexican women and like her they were all naked.

As Susan was led naked into the Cantina a great roar went up from a large crowd of men. The lights in the Cantina were bright. The room was filled with heavy marijuana and hash smoke. The dope smell even overpowered the rank smell of sweaty male bodies that had not bathed in days.

Mexican music played on an old juke box in the corner. The Mexican crib girls had already moved into the crowd of men and were being openly grabbed and fondled. Susan saw that Marilyn, the only other white face in the building, was already on her knees next to a fat smelly Mexican. She was slurping on his short dirty cock that peeked out of the fly of his stained jeans.

Marilyn looked up at the naked Susan as she was steered through the throng by Juan. Just for a moment Marilyn dropped the cock she was sucking from her mouth and gave Susan a sad toothless smile. Then Marilyn immediately went back to work on the cock as it began to shoot cum onto her face.

The itch had returned to Susan's vagina. Reaching the bar Juan lifted Susan onto it. It was the same place where she had sat naked earlier in the day.

Juan raised his arms and the large raucous crowd quieted.

"My friends, this is a new Yankee puta. Before today she had only been in her husband's bed. Now her husband has kindly left her with us." This caused the crowd of men to laugh.

Juan turned to Susan and pulled the wedding ring from her finger.

Juan continued as he held her ring up for the crowd to see, "I declare that she no longer belongs to her husband, now she belongs to all of the men who have faithfully served me. Have fun with her tonight as a present from me. Tomorrow she goes to work in a crib and you will have to pay to enjoy her white Yankee body."

Susan was immediately grabbed by several of the men and laid across a table. A line formed at her head and between her outstretched legs. Roughly a penis was thrust into both her mouth and her pussy. Susan's drug clouded mind knew enough not to bite down with her teeth. She didn't want to end up without any teeth like Marilyn. At least the cock in her vagina helped to sooth the terrible itch in her cunt.

The gangbang of Susan had begun. She never knew how many cocks entered her body that night. But it was easily dozens. And Susan responded to them. Her body betrayed the wife and mother and became the puta that was hidden inside of her. Soon load after load of sperm was deposited into cunt and the itch was drowned in creamy jism.

The men in the Cantina periodically gave Susan a crack or hash pipe to smoke and Susan's mind floated around enjoying the sensations of dozens of hands touching her and dozens of cocks penetrating her. In one night the wife and mother went from having experience with only one cock to having more cocks cum inside her than an entire army of women might experience in a lifetime.

As dawn broke over the Cantina Susan was taken out side behaind of the Cantina. The huge barman who had fucked her at least twice during the night held her up while the other crib girls hosed her off. Susan was covered in white jism. She looked as if her body had been painted in sperm. Finally, the hose was jammed up her loosely flapping pussy and her belly was washed out. Susan was dumped back into the bed in "her crib" and she slept the day away.

Juan told Marilyn to get her up a few hours before dusk. "Make her look like the whore she is," he said.

Late in the day Susan's sore body was taken to a small room behind the bar in the Cantina. First she was given more drugs. Then as she sat giggling in a drug induced stupor, her crotch was shaved, her brown hair was bleached almost white blonde (the Mexican men preferred their Caucasian women blonde), her left nipple was pierced and a large hoop earing was hung on her tit. Finally, Marilyn applied thick makeup, in the style she knew the local men liked on their whores.

Susan giggled when she saw herself in the mirror above the bar, "am I going to fuck some more?" she asked in an innocent little girl voice.

That night Susan began her new career. Like the other crib girls, Susan would circulate around the Cantina and when a man wanted her he would go to the Barman give him $10 American cash and pull Susan to her crib. She would either fuck or suck him, then return to the Cantina. Susan quickly learned that if she got the man off quickly, the barman would give her a long drag on a dope pipe when she got back inside. This kept her feeling good and helped her forget what she was doing. Her plan to win over Juan had failed, and now she was just another crib girl. Fortunately the drugs kept her from thinking about her husband and son most of the time and she now liked the endless parade of cocks. Marilyn was right, she had lost all sense of shame. By morning she couldn't remember how many trips she had made from the Cantina to her crib and back again.

Susan slept during the hot scorching day. The next night the routine continued.

During Susan's third night Juan wanted to increase the crib girl business. He decided a sex show would help make the men horny and therefore more likely to pay a puta.

Because of her appeal as the "new white" girl, Juan had Susan and one of the Mexican crib girls put on a sex show for the men.