Chapter 52
The small court yard to the squat building was dark, decorated by
a large tree surrounded by a ring yuccas. The thick walls of
adobe brick muffled the sound within. What seeped out to the
ears of the five visitors was a low drone.
The short dark figure mounted the covered porch and knocked on
the thick wooden door.
"Abra Roberto me mand˘." he said as he leaned forward and spoke
to the small closed opening in the center of the door. The a
beam of light flared in the darkness as the small window opened a
space followed by the sound of a heavy bolt sliding.
The door opened abruptly and a thick arm beckoned them enter, the
door closing quickly behind them.
"Veo que Roberto nos ha mandado algŁnos hombres del norte." the
burly doorman said with a booming laugh.
"Sˇ, y dice a las se¤oritas jugosas ellos tienen mucho dinero
para gastar tambi‚n." the dark guide said in return with a
laugh.
"What did he say?" The fat bearded one asked the Leader.
"He said that Roberto somebody sent four horny Americans with
lots of money to spend to defile the young women of Bolivia."
the mustachioed leader said. "Or close to that. So keep your
hands on your wallet, and don't flash too much cash, even in
private."
The Doorman waved an arm as the narrow hallway opened into a
spacious room lined with booths and tables. A small bar was
situated in one corner half hidden by a small crowd of young
women.
Mustache looked over at the tall burly Black and grinned.
"You're all on your own." he said heading to a secluded table.
"Hot damn!" the Fat Bearded one said as he waddled his sweating
bulk toward the bar and the crowd of young women followed by the
Young Blond.
"Just like a stateside tittie bar." he thought as he pulled out
a chair. "A bunch of pretty young girls playing dress-up,
thinking they are all grown up because every swinging dick they
see wants a piece of their ass."
He was shaking his head as the Big Black pulled out a chair and
sat down.
"Not quite what I was expecting, how's bout you?" the Big Black
growled.
"Yeah, I don't want to feel like I'm fucking somebody's little
sister, ya know?" he said motioning to the bar. "I guess they
don't have the same compunctions..." he said as a squeal of
laughter erupted from the direction of the bar.
The Big Black turned in time to see Fat Beard pull his hand from
between the plump cheeks of one of the scantily clad school girls
to the amusement of the goosed girl's friends. Recognizing a
payday the bevy of girls at the bar broke up only to congeal
around the two eager Americans.
The girl's had traded their pleated skirts and knee socks for
their interpretation of a Victoria Secret model. The Black and
Mustache watched the crowd of females, all quivering buttocks and
jiggling breasts beneath whatever filmy fabric they had found,
topped by clouds of dark voluminous thick black hair. They were
in all sizes from short to tall, slim to thick, the mixed
heritage of Indian, Inca, and Castilian.
"Well, maybe after a few drinks..." he said with a wink to his
companion. His eyes noting the darkness of a pair of nipples
here and a dark thatch of pubic hair there. Even in the dim
light of the quasi-club the week coffee pigmintation of the girls
was unmistakable. He saw the Fat Beard motion in their direction
and two girls cut themselves from the pack and headed toward the
table.
"Hola puede yo le obtengo una cerveza? Uh..Excuse me, Can I get
you a beer?" the attractive teen said with smiling dark eyes and
a halting voice. The second girl, short, dark and wide hipped
stood mute letting her friend do the talking.
"Gracias, dos cervesas, y dos Singani, por favor. You speak very
good English." Moustache said with a grin, his white teeth
showing in the dark.
She nodded looking a little embarrassed and headed toward the
bar.
"I wonder what their mothers and fathers think they are doing
right now?" big black said shaking his head as his eyes watched
the shivering buttocks as the girls walked away.
"Well, whatever it is, its' not this." he said. He watched as
the two collected their drinks and returned to the table.
He pulled out a chair and Big Black did the same, letting the
girls decide where to sit. With demure smiles the girls sat
down. The short girl chose Big Black and quickly pulled her
chair next to his and without preamble lifted his massive arm and
pressed herself against his chest, smiling up at his massive
face.
"Here's to international relations." Mustache said raising the
glass of Singani.
He slid his beer in front of the the girl and she quickly lifted
the glass, the clink of the four glasses followed by their
mingled laughter.
Mustache cocked his head to down the Singani and jumped at the
touch of the girl's slender hand on hid inner thigh. His choking
sputtering brought another round of laughter from the table.
"This had the makings of a wild night." he thought with a grin.
The fat cook watched his wife lead the pretty anglo girl toward
the house. His fat stump of a cock twitched and began to swell
as he watched the madonna-like form of the defiled girl crawling
behind his fat toad of a wife. He clenched and unclenched his
fists in frustrated arousal at the sight of the heavy milk
engorged bags swaying beneath her as she crawled. The late
evening sun glinted off the brass rings at her nipples, nose and
cunt. He flexed his cock as he remembered the engulfing
tightness and liquid heat of the young American's eager cunt.
His mind reeled at the memory of her wanton cravings beneath the
hands of the barracks full of young soldiers. All their secret
fantasies were before them, An anglo princess for them to defile,
each bearing balls brimming with eager sperm, and she drained
them all!! His tongue licked at his fat lips at the memory.
Soon the Old Priest would return to take this lovely vision away,
but not before he created new memories to paint over the face of
his repulsive wife as he emptied his balls in her scabrous cunt.
He opened the door for his waddling wife and watched as she
tugged the pale young missionary into the center of the room by
her nose ring.
"Sit, puta!!" she said punctuating her words with a kick to the
firm thigh of the pretty young American.
The pretty young American grunted from the pain, as she dropped
to her haunches in the center of the room, her clean flesh
giggling and quivering with the effort.
Rachel's eyes flitted between Esuela and her husband in
confusion. She wanted to please, but was lost in confusion at
not knowing how. Her thick clitoris burned with arousal from the
tugging and pulling of the heavy cross which hung suspended from
the thick ring that pierced it's thick base. Squatting on her
haunches, her fat breasts hung heavily on her narrow chest, the
veiny balloons wobbled liquidly on her chest with each excited
breath she took. The curved lines of her ribs stood out, the
weight of her monster udders stretching the alabaster skin of her
torso taunt.
The fat cook looked on the long thick fingers of her pierced
nipples with envy. The long swollen paps were distorted from the
nursing of the hungry pups and leaked wetly. The white
nourishing fluid leaked from around where the thick brass rings
pierced her thick nipples, the sensitive flesh was puckered,
stretched by the thick ring. Milk dripped down to decant along
the chain hanging from each thick nipple ring, the weight of her
whore's bells seemingly un-noticed by the rigid engorged
projections of flesh. He watched with excited disgust as the
beautiful defiled and debased teen allowed her ample bottom to
settle on a dirty heel, her hips squirming, churning the wet
sopping gash of her cunt to a froth. The slut's hooded blue eyes
shifted about in nervous embarrassment as she strove to bring
herself to a filthy climax. Whether her embarrassment stemmed
from her own disgusting display of excess or the uncontrollable
secretions of her over ripe breasts, the fat cook could not say.
For his own part, he felt his balls churning and tingling between
his thick thighs, the swollen stump of his cock hungering for the
release of the pretty young slut's eager cunt.
Rachel clasped her fat lower lip between her teeth, the large
nose ring touching her chin, as she felt the gut wrenching climax
beginning in her belly. Her sleek arms stiffened, hands clasping
her trim thighs, mashing her fat fluid swollen udders together
forcing the thick blue veins radiating from her swollen engorged
nipples into vivid relief.
Two yapping pups stood at her thighs, jumping and whining as they
attempted to capture the thick nipples on her swaying breasts.
Her fleshy hips squirmed mashing her leaking cunt harder against
her upturned heel. Her eyes rolled and her breath shallowed as
the entity born of her own perversion grew like a bastard child
in her belly, blossoming, ever larger until it pushed all thought
from the dregs of her mind.
The girl radiant in her debauched beauty, felt delicious pain as
the needle like teeth of the pups clamp onto her thick swollen
paps, the dogs pulling and sucking on her engorged udders.
Rachel wallowed in her sick depravity, craving ever more. Her
sick depravity was it's own reward, she moaned and shuddered,
rocking on her haunches, as her dirty reward coursed through her.
A small pale hand searched blindly, desperately for the chain
hanging between her thighs, finding it, tugged and pulled in
demented torment of her swollen clitoris, in an effort to prolong
her filthy climax.
Lost in her demented world of lust, the poor ripe young woman
never noticed Escuella disappear into the adjacent room.
The memories of her clasping wet cunt were still fresh in his
mind, he was unable to control himself any longer. The Fat Cook
scuttled forward, his hand fumbling at his dirty pants. As he
moved they dropped from his bloated brown belly in a tangle
around his feet. Never slowing he kicked himself free to stand
in front of the beautiful overripe American, naked from the waist
down. His fat pudgy hand fisted his fat swollen stump of a cock,
skinning his thick foreskin. The thick brown shaft of his short
cock seemed to be alive, it's surface writhing with dark pulsing
veins at the girl's unholy display. His wealth of foreskin
bunched behind the thick swollen cap of it's vermilion head. A
thick drop of liquid lust oozed from it's wordless mouth as if
the demanding appendage was drooling in anticipation. Planting
his feet apart he shuffled forward on thick hairy legs and thrust
the broad wet cap of his cock against the moaning girl's soft red
lips.
Rachel felt the familiar touch of cock flesh against her lips and
reveled at the electric sensation that coursed through her. Her
greedy body responded without thinking as her teeth released her
full lip and her welcoming lips pursed to kiss the weeping snout
of her rigid new master. Her practiced pink tongue snaked
between her pursed lips to lap the delicious slime that leaked
from the fat old man's cock. The beauty cooed as her mouth
filled with the hungered for taste that weeks before would have
raised her gorge. The missionary's mouth opened in welcome as
her small chin fell open to admit yet another serpent into her
defiled Eden.
"A-h-h-h-m-m-m-m-m-h" she moaned impatiently as she forced her
pale face forward to greedily swallow the thick pole.
The Fat Cook leaned back as he grabbed the pretty American by her
blond hair pulling her face against the underside of his bloated
gut. He gritted his teeth as the delicious sensation strove to
overwhelm him. He wanted to possess her, this treasure of
defiled beauty. He wanted to destroy her too, as to never lose
her. Never again would he, a poor fat little man have the power
to possess such a beauty as this young hungry slut. His ball
boiled as he thrust his thick cock deeply into the girl's
welcoming throat.
Rachel moaned around the thick plug of flesh that stretched her
overfilled mouth. A vague shadow of who she once was crossed
her, the hint of tears formed at her eyes only to be forgotten as
her small pink tongue crawled along the underside of the veiny
spear easing it's invasion like some perverted Quisling. She
forced her pale white face against the thick vein covered rod in
self degradation wanting it all. Her lifted giddily as she felt
the coarse hair of his groin scourge the smooth skin of her chin,
nose and cheeks. Her pierced nose flared at the strong masculine
stench of his unwashed crotch as she felt her thick clit buzz and
twitch as it swelled anew burying the old Rachel once and for
all.
Snorting with effort, her breath blasting into the Fat Cooks
soiled pubes, the beautiful teen nursed on the length of the
thick cock embedded in her throat. The marred smooth surface of
her arched white back glistened with a patina of sweat as she
labored to please the fat old man. Her young supple muscles
knotted and writhed beneath her Nordic skin as she struggled to
please the fat old peasant. His brown hands wrapped in her blond
tresses the Cook drilled his cock into the young blue eyed teen's
unresisting mouth as he pulled her face against the bloated hairy
surface of the underside of his belly. Her small pale hands
busied themselves selfishly as one caressed and coaxed his
churning scrotum resting on her clear smooth chin. The pretty
girl's other hand was hidden between her own sleek splayed
thighs. Her tiny digits played against her clit like a depraved
virtuoso, scratching, pinching and pulling at the swollen demon
with chipped and broken nails.
Rachel worked her tongue against the delicious pole of flesh that
filled her mouth. Her clouded blue eyes raised to search the
sweating dark brown face. She wanted to please, needed to
please. Only them could the demanding demon between her legs
give her sought for release. She ground her swampy cunt against
her upturned heel and pulled her torso up against the piercing
pulling teeth of the nursing pups.
"A-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-h" , she groaned as her demonic clit
swelled once more to bursting the electric acid sensation in her
belly blossoming once again. She ground her face against the
sweating surface of the Fat man's swollen gut as she debased
herself for him.
The Fat Cooks hooded eyes watched the beautiful defiled girl.
The sight and sensation of her pale form as she gobbled his cock
in hungry desperation pushed him over the edge.
The practiced wanton new of his impending climax before the old
man. Her experienced fingers felt the swelling surge of his
balls as they reverently cradled the heavy pouch of wrinkly skin.
The young slut quickly grasped the thick shaft of his bursting
cock in her slender white fingers, withdrawing her mouth to seal
her puffy lips tightly around the mushroom like head. Her tiny
white hand pumped the brown fleshy shaft as her greedy mouth
sucked thick white streamers of sperm from it's slotted mouth.
Like a depraved hungry child she sucked the viscous clotted slime
in great thick ribbons to fill her ballooning cheeks. Her
angelic face beamed as she swallowed the thick wads by the
mouthful to form a warm liquid puddle in her flat empty belly.
The Fat Cook looked down through the haze of orgasmic lust to see
the Madonna of his dreams kissing the foul Serpent of Eden.
Their eyes met, her blue eyes his soul as she smiled in depraved
gratitude, her swollen red lips parting, to reveal the perfect
pearls of her white teeth, bathed in the thick paste of his
clotted sperm. Her pink tongue snaked out to lap the last thick
streaks of his congealing spunk from his wilting cock. His brown
eyes watched with sick fascination as the pretty young teen
labored to capture the last of his spent dregs. He closed his
eyes and sighed as he listened to their labored breathing and the
wet gobbling slurps of the pups as they nursed at the swollen
nipples that capped the huge veiny bags of her overfill udders.
