Espaldas Humadas

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Espalda Humada by DBHenry

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 20 year old son Francisco, her 19 year old niece Fermia. 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 them 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 nineteen, 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 ago 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 nineteen 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, and 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 nonchalantly 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 her 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.