Chapter 17
The young missionary girl walked into the laundry, her bare feet
leaving dust footprints on the floor. The front of the shop was
empty, the wash area vacant. She continued to the back looking
for Maria or Hatori and his son. The thin cotton of her dress
had already begun to cling to her in the hot humid air of the
shop. Her large breasts joggled heavily on her chest within the
loose confines of her dress, their size and weight pushing the
front open, as her crude belt tried to hold the front of the
dress closed. She walked into the back of the shop and paused
momentarily as her eyes adjusted to the relative darkness. Her
breath caught in her throat, her saliva rising as she saw the
sight before her. There the young Bolivian girl, Maria was on
her knees naked to the waist, Tahio's log like cock filling the
girl's mouth. The girl's thick black hair hung down, obscuring
her face as she bent to her task. The large mixed breed cur was
busily lapping at the crevass of the young girl's swaying bottom.
Tahio's large right hand played with the dark brown saucer sized
nipples that capped the girl's large tan breasts.
Her bottom throbbed at the realization that she had looked like
this only last night. Rachel could tell that this was not the
first time for Maria, her small hand kneading and caressing the
wrinkled sack of the boy's oversized scrotum with practiced
motion. Mews and whimpers of satisfaction came from her gorged
mouth as the boy's hands tormented the girl.
Rachel had but an instant to feel the fleeting pangs of jealousy
and envy that blossomed in her. Bony hands gripped her shoulders
and pulled her toward the waist high counter. The beautiful girl
offered no resistance as the old man pulled her toward him, she
could not pull her eyes away from the huge pistoning cock locked
between the hispanic girl's lips. The hungry smacking and
gurgles from Maria's lips filled the pretty American's head as
she felt the old man's bony fingers at the neck of her dress.
The young girl refused to pull her eyes away from the lascivious
display, as the old man peeled the thin cotton dress away from
her shoulders and pushed it down her eyes to bunch uselessly
around her waist.
The old japanese looked at the tall American girl before him.
The withered yellow skin of his hands contrasted with the pale
white skin of the girl's naked torso. The old man's slanted eyes
narrowed as he saw the livid red and blue welts that marked the
girl's shoulders and sides. He ran a withered finger along a
livid blue line that marked the creamy white side of one of the
girl's heavy breasts. The compliant girl seemed in another world
as his bony finger traced the circumference of her pink aureole,
it's surface erupting into a forest of bumps as it contracted,
the long thick nipple that crowned the mound of flesh hardening.
The old man scooped up one of the huge mounds in his withered
hands, marveling at it's heavy firmness.
Rachel stood lost in envious desire unable to pull her eyes away
from the carnivorous display as the girl swallowed the huge
yellow cock. Suddenly she felt the old man's warm mouth engulf
the aching nipple of her left breast. She looked down as the old
man's rotting teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of the swollen
mound. Her heart leapt as the familiar twisting knot flowered in
her stomach, its tentacles reaching out to strum the bundle of
nerves between her trembling legs.
A feeling of bliss came her at the feel of the old man's tongue
as he suckled hungrily at the swelling nub of flesh locked
between his lips. The sensitive, bruised nipple swelled as he
sucked and chewed at the tasty flesh. Releasing the one, he
turned his eyes to the other. Unbidden the girl lifted the heavy
bag of flesh with her own hands, lips bared in a tense smile, she
offered the luscious orb to the foul hungry mouth of the
perverted old man.
"Uh-h-h-h-h, M-m-m-m-m-h," was all that escaped from the young
sluts lips as she stood head back, slack jawed as the wizen old
man feasted on the flesh of her heavy swollen breasts like a
nursing child.
"You suckle", the old man demanded as he pushed the tall blonde
girl to her knees before him.
"M-m-m-m-m-m", was all the beautiful teen could manage, as not
yet on her knees her hands shot out eagerly to pull his
pantaloons down as she willingly fell to her knees.
The beautiful young missionary girl mumbled happily as she bared
the old man's gristly uncut rod. The warty shaft that had so
recently used her, loomed over her eager face like a ship's
bowsprit. She cooed excitedly as she eagerly nestled between the
old man's spindly splayed legs. She smiled up at her tormentor
as her little pink tongue snaked out to bath the drippings from
the day before from the stinking spear of flesh. She lovingly
tongued it from the matted sparse pubes at it's base to it's
swollen discolored knobby head. Only days before she would have
gagged at the mere thought of what she willingly and happily did
now. She gurgled with delight as she lapped the milky discharge
from cock's leaking tip. She lovingly kissed the tip, licking
from her swollen red lips the thick discharge, then engulf the
head in her anxious young mouth. The old man leaned back against
the counter and watched the young white woman make love to his
old diseased cock. His eyes burned into the girl as she bent to
her thankless task. He ran his calloused hands over her soft
skin, capturing a swollen red nipple to torment. He rolled it
between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling it
viciously. The gurgles and wet slurping coming from the
beautiful girl were music to his old ears. He watched as the
young slut worked herself in a frenzy as she tasted his rancid
pre-cum. He groaned as the teen swallowed the length of his
cock, swirling her tongue around the rigid length.
The wanton slut could hear the babbling of the retarded youth as
he filled the mouth of the pliant young hispanic girl with his
genetically defective sperm not three feet away. She quickly put
it out of her mind as she lovingly caressed the old man's balls.
She could smell his stink, a combination of days of sweat and
sex, and his unwashed ass.
"Oh, god", she moaned in her mind as her pussy frothed at the
disgusting depravity of it all. She loved it, she wanted more,
she wanted the old man and his son, wanted them to take her, to
hurt her, like the old Padre had. The old Priest had opened a
door to the dark side of her soul. Male cocks, any cock, was her
world, the old Padre's cock had lanced into her soul and released
the foul abscess of repressed feelings. She wanted the pain, the
humiliation, the degradation that only hard spurting cocks, hard
unforgiving twisting pinching hands and the dominating minds
behind them could inflict upon her once viginal flesh.
The old man suddenly gripped the girl's head and pumped wad after
wad of yeasty cum into the girl's throat. The young American
teen gagged reflexively pulling her mouth back down the lovely
shaft. An errant gout splashed across her cheek as she quickly
captured the head to suckle at the spouting tip, filling her
mouth with the watery rancid cum that erupted from the old man's
withered balls. Her clear blue eyes looked up at the unforgiving
face of the old japanese. She saw no mercy there, looked for
none, she wanted only one thing from him, his cock!
Hatori gazed at the lovely face of the young white teen. A
strand of his yellowish cum dripped from her cheek to the side of
her full breast. Even beneath the layered filth, the bruises,
the dried cum, there was perfection. He would break her, ruin
the young woman so that no decent man would want her. He would
degrade her till she would willing offer herself to the lowest
gutter dweller and suck any cock offered her.
