Confessions: My most dastardly acts - Part 1, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-02-20. Times viewed: 5334.
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Confessions: My most dastardly acts.
Part 1 - The abused teen mother.
Dear Gutter Rhymes
I am ashamed to be writing this message to you because my behaviour was nothing short of despicable, disgusting and plain fucking wrong. I know in this era of moral decay and sexual perversion my misdeeds may appear normal but I am nonetheless disgusted with myself:
Driving down a deserted road in Juliasdale, up in the mountains in Nyanga on Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, I spotted a woman with a child strapped on her back like most African mothers in that part of the world. I have a love-hate relationship with the Zimbabwean blacks. On one hand they are the most delightful of all the African people I have met; polite, generally educated, they all speak some English and above all, they are not as murderous as for instance their cousins across the border in South Africa. But then, Robert Mugabe’s thugs have consistently abused these folks, forcing them to occupy prime real estate, only to trash it and slip into deeper poverty. My own holiday home in Juliasdale (one of the most beautiful places on this planet) was not occupied, thanks to some timely phone calls and what not.
She sat next to me in the front seat of my Pajero, with her little baby in her arms. I was immediately struck by her youth and beauty. Not more than 18 years old, dark brown skin and eyes with a small flat nose and a wide mouth defined by juicy lips. She was wearing rather unimpressive clothes, her white cotton blouse being brown due to the dirt. I couldn’t help but notice how huge her mammaries were. These were massive boobs!
“Where are you going to Mrs…?” I asked her.
“To Juliasdale Police Station sir…”
I looked at her and noticed dried blood on her nostrils and a small cut on her forehead.
“What’s the matter?”
“I am going to report an assault…my sister-in-law assaulted me for nothing…then my man..the father of my child assaulted me joined in punching me in the tummy and insulting me..” she said as she started crying.
We were just driving past my home with Juliasdale still a good 5 km ahead. I looked at her and my heart was sore, who would assault such an innocent looking soul. She told me where she had walked from and it was a at least 10 km away.
“The police will ask you to bring witnesses or else they will not hear your case. How are you going to go back home? You will sleep at the Police station? Those lousy cops will rape you. I will give you a place to sleep for the night and take you to the cops in the morning.”
After bathing both her baby and herself, Rita put on one of my old velvet bathrobes and cleaned the bathroom. She looked quite transformed. She had a perfect figure although her bottom was a little flat for an African woman. Her knockers seemed intent on pushing through the fabric of the morning gown. I had to remind myself that I was at least twice Rita’s age when the urge to peep through the top of her gown became too strong. Then Rita made it easy for me, she pulled out her big right breast and shoved into her baby’s mouth, but not before I had seen the full brown asset with its massive nipple which I could bet was erect. Or was it my devious imagination. In any event, I just watched in amazement as Rita’s baby’s luck lips suckled on her tit. I had an instant erection, a very hard one.
I shifted to a chair the sofa she sat in, I wanted to witness this whole breastfeeding spectacle and wondered how she would feel with 2 people sucking her tits, like that sculpture of Remus and Romulus the “founders” of Rome, suckling on the wild animal. Rita was dosing off, probably both tired and relieved. She parted her legs slightly, but long enough for me to see some “lips and hairs”. Fuck, that got me so horny I stood up and went into the nearest bathroom, which is the one she had used.
She had washed her cheap Chinese panty and hung it on the drying rack, covered in a face cloth. This appeared to be the habit of most African women I knew, apparently their mother’s taught them that a lady always washes her underwear before putting it away. This of course suited me perfectly because during the drying period, most of them would be moving around without underwear making it easy for me to sneak behind them and fuck their pussies with minimal hindrance or ceremony.
I took her moist panty and hung it on my hard pole, took some body lotion and within a minute I had wanked a wad of thick sperm onto the private garment. I washed my hand, wiped the sweat off my face and went back into the lounge.
The poor abused teen had slumped to sleep with her baby, also asleep with her right boob in her mouth. I softly called her name but the sheer exhaustion and I suppose, the misplaced sense of safety had lulled the little lass to sleep. I stood right in front of her and the spectacle before me was so sexual…young teen with one fully exposed boob, another partially exposed boob, peeping through her gown and her legs parted enough for me to see some “fur” between them. My sexually deprived dick told me what to do, it needed some ventilation so before I knew it I was stark naked, clearly not concerned about the potential scandal of the girl waking up to find her benevolent gentlemen in the altogether with his dick pointing at her troubled face.
In a sexually driven trance, I freed the other boob from the gown and stood to admire the bulbous boob and its crowning glory, the fat black tits sitting on an equally impressive areola. I licked it gently…no response. Then I licked again, a kind of hard slurp. The nipple stiffened and a drop of watery milk appeared. I wiped it off with my hand and licked the boob again, tasting baby milk for the first time since 55 years before…not that I had any recollection of my suckling days.
Emboldened by the lack of resistance I sucked and licked her breast until my face was wet with oozing milk. I recalled the fact that God gave women 2 boobs for man to play with so, I lifted the baby off the right boob, put it down on a sofa and covered it with my discarded shirt. Back to the mother!
I licked the boobs as if I needed the milk for survival. The velvety black knockers were turgid, erect like a dick. The milk tasted funny but the whole situation was funny anyway. With my free hand I gently parted her knees, to expose a very bushy cunt. The lips were not easily visible because of the hair but the cunt slit was accentuated by the copious pussy juices. I gently swiped the whitish fluid and smelled it. It had that fresh fishy smell typical of unshagged vaginas. I licked the salty sweet juice and swallowed.
Time was running out because I could feel the knot in my balls, signalling imminent ejaculation. I decided to skip cunnilingus and bury my bone in this bushy swamp.
Then she woke up..damn!
“Sir, please do not give me HIV, I was tested last month and I want to stay negative…also, I am not having sex so I may get pregnant..” She protested.
Paradoxically, her plea made up my mind, I was going to fuck her without a condom.
I lifted her off the sofa and laid her on the carpet. By the time she was firmly on the floor, my dick was right up against her rubbery cervix. I paused to savour the feeling. This was some pussy, sweet pussy.
“Alright sir, fuck me then…but if you ejaculate inside, I will make you a baby because I am fertile today…”
Who cares! I pounded that nice hole, not too tight, very slippery and so nice. She met my thrusts with determination and her pussy made a very unique clicking sound every time I pulled back. I decided to apply my best dick control, to avoid ejaculation. In this missionary position I could see her face and it was clear that she was also having a terrific ol’ time.
“Gently sir, fuck me slowly, I like it slowly…it is a year since I was fucked…well besides my boyfriend’s uncle raping me every time we are alone at home….last time was six months ago.. fuck my vagina please sir…”
I turned her around kneeling next to the sofa with her belly on the sofa. I fucked her deep and slow burying my cock each time and cunt juices drenching my shaven crotch. She had her hand on her clit and was rubbing it furiously as I bonked her from the rear.
“I am urinating now sir…I am urinating…” she said in her Manyika vernacular, meaning she was climaxing. She didn’t have to tell me because her pussy was vibrating as it let out a whole lot of fluid.
Without warning, I came too, emptying my ball sacs into her wet femaleness. Head and shoulders, the best climax of my life. I slumped over her back.
No one went to the police station. After 3 days of absolute connubial bliss, I was at her parents’ home down in Honde Valley, asking to employ Rita, permanently as my live-in house maid.
BSc (Agric), MBA.
P.S And so as you can see, Miss Gutter, I abused an abused teen’s trust, which is entirely despicable.
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