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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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