Janet Roland - The whore makers

Vivian Long's shapely tits heaved with anticipation as she looked out the window of flight two twenty-seven, bound for Benito Juarez International Airport. She ran her fingers lazily across the smooth sensuous skin of her thigh and found herself thinking about the not-too-distant future when she would be united with her first and only lover, Max North.

The sun reflected off the blue-green water of the Gulf of Mexico and Vivian hoped she looked her best; subconsciously she touched her long blonde hair in the way a woman does when she thinks of her appearance.

The flight from Bogota had been pleasant and without incident, yet Vivian felt a pang of apprehension as the plane approached its destination. It wasn't often that she disobeyed her father, and whenever she did, as she was about to, guilt cast its shadow across her mind.

Come on, Vivian, she thought, you're a big girl now. At eighteen you have to start making some decisions for yourself.

For the last year, the girl had been going to school in Bogota, Colombia, studying anthropology and mastering Spanish. Her father, Senator Joseph Long, had sent her there as a direct result of her love affair with Max. He had said she was too young to understand life and that the strictness of a traditional education in South America would do her a world of good. After several violent arguments, she was forced to give in; her father had a way of getting what he wanted. The two young lovers had been separated by thousands of miles, but managed to keep the fire alive with long, passionate letters and small gifts on special occasions. They had weathered the storm of time, and would shortly be united again, in Old Juarez.

Father will never know I left Bogota a few days early so I could see Max, Vivian assured herself. She was in love and wanted to be with the man to whom she had given her cherry.

Looking at the reflecting light from the gulf made Vivian's eyes tired. She sat back in the luxury of her first-class accommodations and reminisced about her lover.

Max was a strong and handsome young man, a bronco rider by profession. They had met in El Paso during Rodeo Week, a time of excitement and adventure for all the young people of the community. She had sat in the stands and watched in awe as the riders performed their stunts of daring to the roar of the crowd. She had been thrilled, like everyone else, by the startling exploits of the National Bronco Champion, Max North, as he was victorious in one event after another. He was a superb specimen of manhood and the favorite of every woman in the stands. Vivian was in love with him even before they met.

During the entire week the city of El Paso was alive with festivity. But the last night of the week was the best; all the events were over, and the riders mingled freely in the bars and dancehalls. It was on this night that the two young lovers met, at the victory party thrown by the mayor for all the contestants in the rodeo.

Vivian had been standing with her cousin Alice when Max approached them. She remembered how shy he seemed off a horse and how at a loss for words he was when Alice introduced them. She knew him from the year before. The conversation was carried on mostly by the girls, with Max just standing and nodding his head in response to their questions, or answering with an occasional "yup". He was the real solemn type, and Vivian fell in love instantly. She found it difficult to restrain her emotions when he asked them if they would like to join him at the table of honor. After that, she followed him around for the rest of the night like a puppy.

The party ended and Vivian and her cousin went home. She never expected to hear from the tall, good-looking cowboy again, and for a few days just moped about trying to recover from her first disappointment with love.

Despair turned to pleasure three days later. A letter from Max; he was in love with her, couldn't live without her, and had to see her. Vivian found it like a dream come true, her Romeo was ready to swoop her up in his arms and carry her off into the night. They arranged a meeting and spent a pleasant day together and an even more enjoyable night.

Max was staying at one of the better hotels in the downtown section of the city, and it was there that she first felt the warmth of his breath as it passed from his nose and bathed her cheeks. It was there that she first felt his lips pressing on her eyes and lips. He had kissed her hungrily, and used his hands to build the fire in her, making the fluid in her young pussy trickle freely. He made her tits swell and her proud nipples harder than she thought possible. He had gently undressed her, soothing her every virginal fear.

He remained constant even after they were in bed together, kissing her tits softly, covering them one after the other with his lips and sucking the hard nipples. His eyes showed nothing but respect as he gazed at her naked thighs, the thin down of her parted pussylips, the moist tender flesh inside that they revealed. He had sat back to view her full naked body and she had been unable to control herself. Her naked thighs and hips twisted and writhed under his gaze. Max had put his hands on her leg and stroked her up and down, over her belly, across her thighs, and over the satiny flesh of her ass. He had made her want to open up to him so that he could see everything. He made her want his stiff, hard cock.

Vivian's pussy was getting wet just thinking of the man she would soon see again. She groaned at the memory of her tongue passing over his lips and into his mouth while he lifted her legs wide open and let them fall to the side. Her cunt had leaked onto her inner thighs and stained the sheet under them. She was on fire and couldn't stand it; she wanted to scream "FUCK ME", but hadn't. Instead she reached for his cock. She had felt it, strong and hard, in his pants and wildly tried to expose the stiff tool. He had only chuckled and undressed himself, quickly rejoining her on the bed.

He was near her and she had felt his cock slide along her inner thigh to the lips of her pussy. She took her arms and wrapped them around her lover's neck while she pushed the hot oily meat of her cunt up against his cock. In an instant his cock had burst past her cherry and lodged in her quivering twat. She had gasped loudly, but the pain was less than she had expected, and soon turned into ecstasy as her lover thrust his rigid prick in and out of her slick hot hole, rubbing along her swollen clit. His hand had traveled under her ass and spread the cheeks, making her open wider than she had ever thought possible.

Vivian's body had reacted like a bomb! One explosion after another had made her whimper and cry out while her cunt seemed to be sucking on Max's cock with a mind of its own. Wantonly she bucked up against him as his prick slammed repeatedly to the depths of her pussy, making the bliss of her first orgasm rush over her. She humped and cried out wildly.

Then, just as suddenly, she had heard him cry out, bucking hard and fast. His prick thudded against the back of her cunt, shooting his hot load into her, mixing their slippery sex juices in her cunt. She had spent the whole night in heaven.

For a time they were able to keep their lives apart, meeting once or twice a week to ease the love and passion they felt for one another. But soon they were seeing more and more of each other, so much that her father had insisted on her going to school in Bogota.

"Flight two twenty-seven will be landing in Juarez in about twenty minutes," the voice of the captain announced over the intercom, interrupting Vivian's thoughts. "Will all passengers please resume their seats and fasten the landing belts. Thank you."

"Twenty minutes and I can see Max," she murmured, hooking up her belt, elated at the prospects of feeling his hard cock thrust lovingly into her tight tender snatch. She fidgeted slightly at the thought and could feel the moistness that was already slowly trickling out of her aching cunt.