Chapter 3
Stacy sat on the smelly bed wondering how long it would be before her parents
straightened everything out and they got out of this awful place. Being the
daughter of a minister who congregation included many of the rich and powerful
of Nashville had gotten Stacy used to the idea that doors would be opened once
the police understood who her father was.
The arrest had been scary as hell. The police had actually pointed guns at them.
Her mother had fought to keep Stacy with her but the guards were stronger and
separated them. None of this would have happened if her father had not insisted
she come along on this mission. Stacy wanted to stay in Nashville and hang out
with her friends. Her best friend, Ellen, had gotten her parents to agree that
Stacy could stay with them for the summer. But Stacy's mother would not hear of
it.
If Stacy had been allowed to stay, she could have continued to see Mark. Mark
was good looking and over six feet tall. He was sixteen and his parents were
successful country gospel singers. He had gotten a new car on his sixteenth
birthday. Stacy and Mark had driven out to Old Hickory dam to park right before
she left for Mexico. They had come very close to going all the way. The only
thing that prevented it was Mark's failure to bring any condoms. Mark had gone
down on Stacy giving her a far more intense orgasm than she had been achieving
with her fingers. Stacy had no idea that a man could give so much pleasure with
his mouth. It certainly surpassed the masturbating she had been doing for the
last two years. Stacy responded to Mark by performing fellatio for the first
time.
Her friend, Ellen had shown Stacy about fellatio just a few days earlier. Ellen
had even produced a thick veined latex-vibrating dildo she got from her parents
nightstand. Ellen showed Stacy how to keep her teeth out of the way and to vary
her sucking and licking. Ellen had also shown Stacy how to use to dildo to
masturbate. After practicing with the dildo and drinking a couple glasses of
white wine that Ellen had stolen from her parent's liquor cabinet, the two girls
had wound up in a steamy session of oral sex.
Stacy had been so hot that night at the lake; she was ready to screw Mark
bareback. But Mark was scared of getting her pregnant and he said it would have
to wait. When Stacy got back from Mexico, Mark promised he would take her out on
his family's houseboat and bring a gross of condoms and they would fuck all
night. Stacy felt that Mark was more afraid of her mother's wraith than getting
Stacy pregnant. Mark was good looking all right but he was a wimp when it came
to facing up to the adults.
Stacy thought about when the guards took her to the cell. They shoved her back
up against the cell wall. The young guard had shoved his hand inside her blouse
right into her bra. His rough hand moved over her breast squeezing her nipple.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her pushing his tongue in her mouth. Stacy
had twirled her tongue against the guard's tongue; then she shoved her tongue
into the guard's mouth. The guard moved his head back with a look of surprise on
his face. The guard smiled and whispered the word "whore" in Spanish. Stacy
smiled this time and pushed her body against that of the guards. He kissed her
again and squeezed her nipple and reached down to pull up her skirt.
Just when things were getting interesting, a sergeant had walked into the cell
and ordered the guard out.
"Valdez, you know the Colonel gets to decide who fucks the Americans first.
We'll all get our turn with her and her mother. Get out." Said the sergeant in
the rough Spanish of rural Mexico.
Stacy had been left alone. They did not know that Stacy's Spanish was good
enough to understand what the sergeant said. Stacy had made a point of learning
Mexican slang for "whore", "fuck", "cock" and several others. One of the girls
her age at the mission who was supposed to be teaching her good proper Mexican
Spanish had told her as soon as she asked. Stacy reasoned that Mom and Dad could
not blame her if she lost her cherry in a Mexican jail. Maybe the young guard
would be back.
Probably never happen, thought Stacy. Dad will contact the American consulate
and they would all be back at the mission before nightfall. Still it would be
interesting for her "chastity and celibacy" mother to be screwed by the local
police. Stacy had been hearing from her mother for the last year how "Your
father is the only man who has ever touched me." This had been repeated so many
times that Stacy had started mouthing the words back every time her mother said
it.
Her mother's other favorite was "At your age, no man had ever touched me and
that includes kissing." It would be something if Mom got taken down a peg or
two. "Your father and Juan, Hector, Pablo, Raul, plus others who name I do not
know are the only men that ever touched me". Stacy did not want any harm to come
to her mother but getting screwed by the Mexican police not what Stacy consider
"harm". Stacy could not wait to email Ellen about getting felt up by the guard.
Ellen's parents were country music performers and regularly appeared at the
grand Old Opry. Ellen was often left alone when they toured the small Southern
towns on a customized bus. They had encouraged Stacy spending time with Ellen in
the belief that a preacher's daughter would be a wholesome influence on Ellen.
"Know whom I would really like to fuck?" asked Ellen on one of Stacy's last
visits before she left for Mexico.
"Brad Pitt." Responded Stacy.
"Him too, but your dad. He is so good looking. I bet he and your mother fuck
like crazy. Have you ever seen them doing it?" asked Ellen.
"No, and I doubt they do it that often. I'm not an only child for no reason."
Said Stacy.
"I heard my Mom talking to several of her girl friends who also attend
Brentwood. They were talking about how you father looked in his bathing suit at
last month's picnic. They said they could tell that he had a big cock. Have you
ever seen it?" asked Ellen.
"No, I've never seen dad or mom naked. But Mom has a good figure. She is a
fitness fanatic. Her aerobics tapes are selling like crazy. Who would have ever
thought there were people out there willing to pay $29.95 for "Christian
Aerobics" in VHS or DVD? I hope my tits grow as big as hers. She dresses like
she's a hundred years old. I suggested once she show a little cleavage or wear
shorter skirts. What a lecture that brought on." Said Stacy.
"Do you think your dad is doing it with any member of the congregation?" asked
Ellen.
"No, although I think at times he is tempted. Dorothy Brice keeps asking for one
on one counseling sessions. My Mom does not like it. She says it does not look
proper since Dorothy is now separated from her fourth husband." Said Stacy.
"Dorothy Brice has huge tits. I bet your dad would love to get his hands on
them. Promise me that when you get back you'll help me to seduce him." Said
Ellen.
