Chapter 24: Jamaican Holiday

Lisa Ann McClure was an adorable fourteen-year-old girl, currently in seventh grade at the Swensen Junior High School. One day, the school was offered a low-cost opportunity to send the girls softball team and two teachers to a hotel in Jamaica for three days, during Christmas break. Twelve seats we open, so the ten girls all got to go. Their flight departed the cold, wintery weather of the Midwest on Dec 20, bringing them to Kingston after a stop in Atlanta. From the Kingston Airport, a small bus carried the group to their hotel.

The hotel was considered to be too far from downtown Kingston for tourists, and so had not been doing well. Offering these special group deals brought some relief. The hotel was on the beach, a beautiful spot, surrounded by the poorest area of the region. The bus arrived, and everyone got off, checked in. With four girls to a room, they all quickly changed into swim gear and ran for the beach. The two teachers sent to supervise, Mr. Jackson and Ms. Linton, were more interested in each other mostly, so the girls were enjoying some good free time. Soon after they arrived, a local boy snuck into the hotel beach area, approached some of the girls, offering them some ‘real Jamaican reefer’. About half the girls shared a couple of joints after dinner.

As the sun set, Lisa, high on that Jamaican weed, went for a stroll along the water. In her bikini, she was a sight. She looked older than 14, what with her long legs, big breasts and slim figure. She hardly realized how far she had walked until she noticed she couldn’t see the hotel lights anymore. She slowly started to walk back, looking at the sand for shells and paying no attention to her surroundings in the fading light. Too bad, for Lisa was beyond the safe zone of the hotel. She didn’t notice the man slowly moving up behind her in the sand.

Ramone lived in this poor neighborhood. He struggled to make enough to live on day to day. Mostly he sold ganja to local kids who then sold it to tourists. On this night, he was sitting on a wall by the beach, smoking a joint, when he saw this young, American white girl walking down the beach. What was she doing on this part of the beach? He saw her look around, then slowly start to walk back to the hotel. Ramone thought, “fuck this, I’m fucking horny,” and started across the sand towards her. As he snuck up behind her, he looked around for any hotel security or friends of hers. She was all alone. He moved up behind her, the sound of the waves covering his movement. She was young, like a teenager, and wore a little pink bikini. Suddenly, he wrapped his left arm around her head, his hand grabbing her mouth to keep her quiet. At the same time, he wrapped his right arm around her waist, lifting her up. She was easy to lift, being only 5’5” and 104 lbs. He lifted her right off the ground, then quickly turned and ran across the sand towards his place. She tried to scream but couldn’t; grabbing at his hands as she kicked her feet around, trying to stand up. Ramone was six feet tall, a solid 200 pounds. He didn’t say anything, just carried her as fast as he could across the beach to the wall, into his backyard and then inside. He took her down into the small basement. He didn’t care about screams now. The basement was a concrete box in the ground, and the houses next door were empty.

The basement served as a bedroom for one or Ramone’s friends, who paid him a small amount to live there. As Ramone dragged the struggling girl down the stairs, he yelled at his friend. “Yo, Maxman, get up. I need your bed, move it.”

Maxman jumped up from his desk. What the hell? Ramone was holding this young white girl in a bikini. A tourist he guessed, but what was Ramone doing with her? He asked, “What the hell, mon, where did you get her?”

“I found her on the beach, mon. Help me tie her down, you can have some after.” Ramone grabbed some dirty socks, stuffed them into the girl’s mouth. As they held her on the small, single bed, they tied her wrists to the top corners, then her ankles to the bottom corners. They stood up, lit another reefer and looked at the still struggling girl in her little pink bikini. Ramone described how he’d seen her on the beach, decided on impulse to grab her. “We’ll take our time fucking her, mon, then we’ll give her to that asshole Pedro. That should settle our debt with him. And I won’t have to worry about any police then, either.”

Maxman thought it was a good idea. They both got undressed, then moved next to the girl.

Lisa lay on the bed, her hands tied above her, her legs tied apart, some disgusting socks or something stuffed in her mouth. She was still a bit high, but terrified now. Her eyes were wide, she started crying as soon as he dragged her into this room. She thought for sure they wanted to rape her. They were grown up’s; she was just fourteen. Damn it! She tried and tried, but she was too well tied to this bed. The men stood over her, smoking reefer, blowing smoke in her face. She at first didn’t breathe when they did. Then she thought it might be better if she was higher. Maybe she wouldn’t know it or remember it.

The one man reached down, untied the string on her left hip, then the string on her right hip. Her bikini bottoms were pulled off and he tossed them aside. Lisa was freaking out now, as her vagina lay wide open to these two strangers. He put his hand on her thigh; she jumped when he did. He ran his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, higher and higher, all the way to her vagina. He held it there as she struggled around. She kept pleading into the gag, “No! No! No!” The man rubbed his fingers around on her pussy lips some, then started to work his finger into her. She screamed into the gag more. The other man suddenly straddled the bed over her, his huge black penis hanging less than a foot above her face. It was huge; big, black, with this giant head on it. He had this big, hairy ball sack. He gripped her hair, pulled the socks from her mouth, told her to open up. She screamed once, then pressed her lips together as he held his cock to her face. It was so big; he dragged that big, flared head across her face a few times. When she still wouldn’t open up, he punched her in the side of her head.

Lisa’s head rang; the man said “Open up!”, then hit her again. He kept doing this until she finally did open her mouth a little. The other man kept feeling up her thigh.

The one in her face pushed that fat penis head between her lips, forcing himself into her mouth. She opened wide to keep from touching his thing with her teeth. It rubbed along her tongue, touched the top of her mouth as he pushed in some more. It was so big; he only got the head inside her mouth. He held Lisa’s head there, yelling at her to suck on it. “Like a popsicle girl! Suck on it like a popsicle!” Slowly, Lisa did. She gagged a lot, struggling to breathe, as the two men yelled at her to suck harder. Maybe they’d let her go if she did. She kept sucking on it some, hoping he’d stop and leave her alone soon. Instead, the man kept pressing himself more into her mouth. When he did, she couldn’t breathe; she felt his penis actually touching her throat, filling every bit of her young mouth. As she was choking on this, she felt the other man undoing her bikini top, then taking it off, touching her boobs.

Ramone kept his dick in the girl’s mouth. Just feeling her tongue working him all over felt good. He smoked the reefer as she did; enjoying watching her gasping for air as he held his dick in her mouth. Maxman took her top off. She wasn’t bad at all for a young girl. She looked like she was maybe 16 or 17. Maxman said she was a virgin. Ramone grinned. Jamaican teens usually lost their virginity when they were 11 or 12, at least around here. He pulled his cock out, gripped her face, demanding to know her age. As she gagged, she choked out, “fourteen...” Ramone let out a cheer as he put his cock back between her lips. “Ya mon, she’s just 14!”

Maxman said hurry up and fuck her; I want to fuck her too. “OK, mon, you can fuck her when I’m through. But you gotta give me a dollar.” Maxman agreed; this young, American girl was definitely worth a dollar. Last week Ramone had brought home a pudgy twelve-year-old Jamaican girl. She wasn’t a virgin though, but Ramone charged him a dollar to do her twice. But this fresh, virgin white girl- definitely worth a dollar.

Lisa heard the men talking; something about ‘getting on with it’ and paying a dollar. The man finally pulled his penis from her mouth. Her jaw ached; she was taking fast, deep breaths now, crying. Still tied up, the man moved down, dragging his penis along her body as he did. It ran between her boobs, across her stomach, then down farther, across her little bit of pubic hair. The other man had moved, picked up an old video camera.