It was a day when even the incredibly flat sandy expanse of the Kalahari Desert looked good. Ordinarily Daphne Van Loeb was just a little afraid of visiting her friend, Jayne Van der Veen, who lived too close to the Bantu country for comfort in her friend's opinion. Jayne only laughed at Daphne's fears. As she said, if the native peoples decided to war against the Van der Veen estate, they could be seen coming for miles. But Daphne had grown up listening to tales of the Great Trek of 1835 and the trouble the Dutch had moving into the interior of South Africa.
It was not until the 1850's or so that Daphne's ancestors had joined the Trek in order to escape the English who were then ruling the Cape of Good Hope. Yet like so many before them, they were attacked by the Matebele. The story passed down from one generation to the next how those fierce warriors would assemble their impis or well organized troops, into a crescent formation that closed in like pincers and then sliced the enemy to shreds with its strong center. Daphne could hear her own grandfather telling the story as though she had heard it yesterday. But what made it frighten the girl most effectively was her grandmother's comments that you couldn't expect the people to give up their territory without a fight, and that some day these people were going to rise up and take back what's theirs!
But today Daphne had only one thing on her mind, and that was her engagement to Geoffrey Handle, definitely the most eligible bachelor in the entire world she kept telling her friend, Jayne Van der Veen as they sat together on Jayne's outdoor terrace overlooking the formidable Kalahari Desert. Jayne certainly wanted to be a good friend, but she was so totally infected by the warm, sensual weather that it was difficult to get enthusiastic about someone else's engagement when she could be putting her energy to the pleasures of her own love, which she was still trying hard to find. But Daphne went on and on, chattering non-stop about her wedding plans and the colors she wanted for this and that.
"Do you think if I have the bridesmaids in blue that it will go with Geoffrey's coloring, though," Daphne suddenly asked with a thoughtful look on her sweet young innocent face. Jayne studied her pretty girl friend, her long light brown hair glistening in the desert sunlight, her blue eyes sparkling one minute and thoughtful the next as she jumped from ecstasy to concern and then back again.
"I should think you'd be more concerned with how it looks on the bridesmaids," Jayne suggested a little impatiently. "I don't want a dress that goes with Geoffrey's eyes; I want one that goes with my own!"
"Oh, but you can wear anything!" Daphne cried, which wasn't true at all.
"A redhead can wear anything?" Jayne said somewhat angrily.
"Oh, but you can, Jayne. Every time I look at your eyes, they seem a different color from blue to green to gray!" her friend assured her. "But Geoffrey's eyes are brown, and then with that light blond hair and dark eyebrows, I keep thinking green would be better."
"But he's not wearing the color, honey!" Jayne tried to control her emotions. How like Daphne to think only of herself, thought her irritated friend. Every time she came to see Jayne, it happened after a long argument on the telephone first in which Daphne tried to persuade Jayne to go to her house instead because Daphne was afraid of the edge of the desert. But Jayne was not the kind of girl who was dependent on her friends. If Daphne didn't want to see her, that was fine with Jayne. So Daphne came although she never tired of arguing first about it.
"Peach would be pretty!" the bride-to-be's face suddenly lit up. "I hadn't thought of peach! Maybe some peach and some yellow!"
She didn't even notice the grimace on her friend's face. "Why don't you suggest he get a peach tuxedo then," she suggested grimly.
Then Daphne flared. "You're not taking this at all seriously!" she accused Jayne.
"I take what I wear very seriously!" Jayne retorted. "And you won't get me in peach, I assure you!"
Then the fragile Daphne put her head in her hands and shut her eyes as she always did against a strong opponent to her will, shut her eyes tight until all she saw was back and colors and streaks and stars. "It's my wedding," she pouted.
"If that's how you handle differences of opinion with Geoffrey, it's a wonder to me that he wants to marry you at all," the redheaded girl sighed wearily.
At that, Daphne could not help but laugh. She took down her hands. "I do that out of habit," she admitted to her dearest friend who could never in the world be cozened into anything she didn't want to do. "But Geoffrey worries about me when I do it. It looks as though I'm holding my breath. He told me it was a habit," she added.
Jayne took a sip of the cool iced Collins before her. She felt so warm and loose and ready for adventure. What was she doing here listening to Daphne's plans that would change and change and change again before she came to any decisions? The poor thing was frightened of making a decision as she was frightened of everything else. One of her ancestors had decided that the Matabele were not going to attack his party one night and had decided against drawing his wagons into a defensive circle. Needless to say, everyone except a few hiding children had been slaughtered. It had been a bad decision. Well, sometimes decisions are mistaken. It's always so easy to correct the past. But Daphne seemed to fear making the most insignificant decisions. Jayne was convinced that most of Daphne's problems stemmed from her story-telling family that dwelt on the pain suffered by ancestors, pain that was the result of their own foolishness. Yet Daphne was afraid of the most harmless blacks and actually superstitious about decision-making. After all, the Matabele were black so according to Daphne's silly reasoning, all blacks were today getting ready for an attack!
"I guess I ought to try to break the habit," the light-haired girl said. Jayne didn't have the faintest idea what Daphne was talking about. She had forgotten what she had said before, but she did not ask her friend to explain. She just wanted to lean back in her chair, sip her Collins, and gaze out over the flat desert. Sometimes she saw one of the black Bushmen out there, loping along with his bow and arrow. Her father said they used beetle poison in their arrows. Sometimes one of the ebony figures would drop his long arm to the ground. Picking up a spiny melon, her father told her. Jayne was so accustomed to seeing the lonely looking Bushmen, and they were so far away, that it seemed more like her own private movie than anything fearful or even real. She knew they didn't waste their poisoned arrows on anything but food.
Daphne finally became aware of her friend's preoccupation with something in her own mind, and for awhile she mused about her friend. Jayne had always preferred jumping around from boy to boy. When Daphne asked her what she would do when she ran out of boys, the intrepid Jayne had told her that she would move! Looking over the redhead's reclining figure now, Daphne could see that she wore no bra under her halter. Well, Daphne did it sometimes so she could feel the delicious sensation of her nipples gently rubbing the thin fabric of her blouse. But she did it in private and would certainly never let anyone know! Especially not Geoffrey! She knew how to make a good wife, and as her mother said, modesty was most important! She had already slipped up once along that line but that had been Geoffrey's fault. A year after they had met, the handsome boy had begun to coax her into more sexual play, and she finally allowed him to slip his hand under her sweater and touch her tits inside her prim bras. It was pleasurable to her and eventually she allowed him to do anything but actually take her panties down and make love. It was exciting and magical and though she would have preferred to have waited until their wedding day for all of it, she feared losing the handsome Geoffrey Handle.
Then a short time ago something very disturbing had happened. She had never looked at another man besides Geoffrey, at least once she had met him and was old enough to know better. Yet a short time ago she had discovered that he was having an affair with an older woman, and when she found it out, she nearly went out of her mind. She closed her eyes for hours. She had no desire to look upon the evil world around her! She was not strong enough to confront him until he tried to find out what was wrong with her. Then she blurted it out. He was not ashamed or apologetic at all. He had accused her of forcing him to it because he couldn't have an affair with her!
In her despair, she had had too many Collins to drink. She should have been more careful! He had taken her, tipsy, for a walk to talk about their problem along the river and away from her family. It had been even a little romantic. In spite of his trespass, she had been influenced by the warm and balmy air and the softly flowing water as they sat together on the sandy river bank. Listening to the river make soft sucking sounds as it nuzzled the tree roots that wove down the banking into the water like water snakes, she almost forgot that she was angry with him. It seemed as though all living creatures were chirping their love songs in the blackness of the night. Already a little hazy from drink, she found herself wishing she had brought a Collins with her. Then suddenly, she felt his hand beginning to unbutton her blouse. His fingers sent shivers through her and she did not want him to stop, although by all logic, she had every right to stop him. She was still the wounded party, a woman wronged, and here he was looking for a reward!
Intuitively she understood that tonight was a decisive night. He was going to ask her to marry him and also ask her to make love with him. She was almost sure that if she refused to make love that he would never come back. She had reached in her alcohol-dimmed mind for a decision but there was none there. She was still groping for what to do when he had her completely naked and lying on the bank exposed to the few stars that watched. But that time, she felt she must make some show of resistance. But the minute she thought of resisting, she thought also of the possibility of losing him. Was there no way to decide? And then there was a third factor, a gentle stirring between her legs that made her feel that maybe this was what she wanted too... once! They had come very close to this before. There had been nights when they had necked and petted almost wildly in his car, their hands and fingers running all over each other's body. She had even stroked his desire-hardened young cock to cumming several times with her hand curled warmly around it. She had always had enough to drink so that she didn't mind all his hot impatient creamy liquid spurting all over her. But she had resisted his putting it inside her cunt, her mother's admonitions about not letting a man do such a thing ringing in her ears.
But lying with him there that night it seemed as though the decision was being taken out of her hands. Their nude bodies were so warm in the balmy air, she knew that there was no possibility of her resisting and told herself that she would definitely lose him if she did. And she wanted him. She wanted him so badly that she actually hurt up inside her cuntal walls with a pain that was intractable.
Then with a low moan, Geoffrey rolled over on his side and propped himself up on his elbow staring at her in the dimness of the night.
She asked innocently, though she knew the answer, "What's wrong?"
He didn't answer for a second, then in reply he merely took her little hand and placed it on his stonily erect and throbbing prick.
"That's what's wrong," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "At least once!" he begged when she didn't answer.
Beneath her fingers, Daphne marveled once again at the feeling of his hardened veined cock in her hand. There was an awesome power there. It seemed to have a heart and mind of its own like a tall, proud bird. She could feel the hard fleshy ridges of its length, the soft rubbery hardness of its head. Tentatively her hand enclosed the trunk and she began gentle little movements, feeling the flesh-covered warm flexible steel rod. Geoffrey moaned with the touch of her hand, then his mouth found hers. Their wet tongues fought a heated battle for supremacy before he, with a strength that she had never experienced in him before, thrust his long tongue deeply down into her throat. He kept it there, and it seemed to her that his body had tensed as though he were trying to say something to her. He had moved closer to her and now she found it difficult to continue the stroking movements because of the proximity of their two bodies.
Geoffrey seemed to relax somewhat after a moment though. He pulled his mouth away and began kissing her neck, shoulders, her ears. Breathlessly, she waited for his mouth to find her tits. She liked that almost best of all. It was a terribly sensual thing when his lips enclosed her nipples, when his teeth nipped into her tit, not painfully, but gently. Tonight, though, for the first time, Geoffrey did not stop at her tits. His wet tongue continued its excursion over the virginal flatlands of her abdomen. She was so lost in the wonder of his tongue, the fabulous trial of pure feeling it was leaving behind, that she didn't realize for a moment that its hot wet tip had moved down over her belly and reached the softly curling strands of her pubic hair.
All of Daphne's moral upbringing suddenly was screaming at her. She knew what Geoffrey was about to do. After, all, he had asked often enough. It was bad enough to have to suffer a man's prick inside, but she saw no reason to let him do that perverted thing he intended.
"Oh, no, you mustn't!" she cried, rolling away from him.
"Why not?" he groaned feverishly, his voice guttural with desire.
"It's not... not nice!"
"I'd like to do that to you with my tongue. What's not nice about it?" he asked and she was frightened.
"No!" she cried again. She couldn't be more emphatic in spite of her trepidations that he might get up and walk away, back to his older woman. But she felt his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her over to face him again. He gazed down at her and she saw the puzzled expression on his face. Wordlessly then, because she didn't want to discuss it, she reached up and pulled his lips down to hers. Again there was that savage kiss, so unlike him, so intense yet so different from what she was used to. She felt his hands moving freely over her abdomen, then his finger slipping up inside the soft silken crotchband of her panties that she had not let him remove, and along her moistened cuntal slit bringing with it something akin to rapture, exciting, pleasurable, sensual. Daphne splayed out her legs wider, giving him freer access to her now openly naked cunt, and after a moment realized that Geoffrey had put both knees between her wide-spread thighs and was forcing them even further apart. He pulled his mouth away from hers and croaked,
"I want to fuck you!"
Instead of repelling her, the lewd phrase only brought additional wanton excitement to her virginal body, already aflame with desire. And, from what seemed to be a great distance, she heard her own voice responding,
"Yes, darling. Do it to me! Do it this once! Fuck me!"
She had always stopped him before, and Geoffrey stared at her in astonishment. Then, quickly before she could change her mind, he dropped one hand down between their bodies and holding her panties aside guided his hard throbbing cock toward the fur-lined pinkness of her pussy lips.
Daphne's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as she felt, for the first time in her life, the spongy thick head of a male cock beginning to part the fleshy, desire-dampened layers of her love-starved young cunt. She could feel the stony cock throbbing powerfully as it began sensually stretching the hungrily quivering little lips. She tensed with the first electric contact between his prick and the sensitive edges of her fevered cunt. The sensation was so powerful that she was immediately shocked out of wanton excitement and back to a realization of the awful thing she was permitting him to do. This was detestable weakness on her part. Ever since she had known Geoffrey, she had been firm in her unswerving resolution to retain the priceless gift of her virginity until her marriage night. He hadn't even proposed to her yet, and maybe he wouldn't now! After all, there was that other woman! And her virginity was a gift that could be given only to one man and then one time only! Her entire body stiffened, and she reached up, pushing against his chest.
"N... no, Geoffrey," she moaned. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to now."
"Wh... what?" Geoffrey acted as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Please, darling. No. I... I want to be able to have that for... for my husband. Don't you understand?"
Now she could tell that he was really angry. A look of stern determination crossed his face. "You can't do that now to me! It's almost in!" he said and pushed forward.
Then Daphne groaned and cried out as she felt the intense pressure of his hard cock against her tightly resisting virginal opening. She tried to screw her eyes tight and hold her breath but he paid no attention to her childish bid for dominance. The pressure grew and grew and then, suddenly, there was a tight little pop!
"No... oooohhhhhh, no!" she moaned loudly. It was a wild combination of pleasure and pain just up inside her cock-stretched cunt mouth. It was then, after she got used to the burning inside of her, that she realized that she was no longer a virgin! There was no turning back anymore! She started rotating her hips slightly with cautious experimentation, expecting more pain to be the result, but she was surprised and gratified to find that her cooperative undulations actually helped stretch her vainly resisting cuntal sheath enough to lessen some of the hurt. So she increased her motions, grinding and twisting her naked young pussy curls erratically up against Geoffrey's thickly pistoning fucking hard cock as though she were glued to it.
"Ooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" the diminutive Daphne chanted over and over, as she felt his lust-stiffened young cock burning between her thighs, hot and hard in her elastically stretching cunt walls.
Yet she was still afraid, still feeling guilty at having lost that virginity she had held on to so dearly by her mother's advice. What if Geoffrey Handle did not marry her after all? What would she do then? Oh God! She had heard of an operation somewhere. Some doctor could sew in a piece of sheepskin every time it got broken!
Geoffrey's eyes were glazed, dimmed with lust. They stared unfocused at her. Suddenly he shoved his hips forward in one jerk. Then, with a hoarse groan, he fell forward with his young powerful chest strong against her ripe young tits. At the same moment that his hips shot forward, the thick hot shaft of his implacably hardened cock fucked deep up into her virginal pussy with a great force. Then he continued to grind his way deeper, ever deeper into the previously secret, untouched caverns of her cunt until suddenly, with a loud groan of rapture, his scrotum hit rhythmically against the upturned cheeks of her smoothly curved young ass. He had fucked its full length all the way up into her!
"Oooooohhhhh, Geoffffrrrrey! Please!" she groaned in a confusion of passion and guilt. She couldn't say no and she couldn't say yes!
"Oh, darling," she whimpered. "I feel... I feel as though it's terribly wrong..." But her small protest fell on deaf ears. Yet her hips continued to move and writhe against him as if they had a mind of their own. Never before in her life had she experienced such overwhelming lust, or such fear and guilt at the same time. She could feel every rigid little muscle of his throbbing prick pressing, beating against her cuntal walls. His mammoth cock's head seemed so far inside her it seemed to be reaching to her navel, to her tits, to her brain!
Her handsome boyfriend lay atop her, and she could tell that her reluctance was bringing him back to his normal sanity. There was a look of almost despair on his face, as though he had just realized the gravity of their act. Then he groaned,
"I'm sorry, Daphne."
"Oh, Geoffrey," she groaned. "It was my fault, too. I wanted to fuck you so much, but now... well, when I get married..." she could not continue, feeling only depression and disappointment in her breast. That was it! The moment her mother had told her to wait for!
A tear ran down her cheek and Geoffrey licked it up with his tongue in a gesture of sweet affection.
"I... I thought since you and I will probably... probably get married anyway," he started to say.
"We will?" she asked, brightening a little.
"Well, I didn't want to marry an icebox, Daphne," he said quickly. "They say that some women will avoid fucking once you marry them. I wanted to know where you stand!"
She couldn't make out whether it was a proposal or not. But it was too late to be sorry about what had happened. The deed had been done. It was as much her fault for not stopping him as it was his. She hurt now, her conscience having taken over completely from her sensual self, her hot ardor having cooled in the poignancy of the moment. She loved him, nonetheless, in spite of what he had done to her... what they had done together.
"I... I like sex," she stammered. Geoffrey made his prick jerk inside her rapidly two or three times, but her cunt no longer responded in passion. She couldn't seem to get re-involved in their love-making but could only endure it as he started fucking with her once more. Silently she cried beneath his weight, trying to ignore the pain in her heart. If only he would propose, at least! It was awful not knowing what he meant! She wanted their love-making to feel as beautiful and as wonderful as she had always imagined it would feel, but she could not recapture the arousing magic of just a little while ago.
Slowly, he began fucking gently in and out of her defensive cunt. But she remained uninvolved. It seemed to take an eternity while she watched herself, detached, as if the act were merely a movie. But then she felt his pace increase and his breathing become rapid and ragged. She forced herself to grind her pelvis up to meet his powerful fucking, falsifying an enthusiasm she did not feel. A simple, clear-cut proposal could give her all the real enthusiasm she needed, but it didn't seem to be forthcoming. Abruptly she felt the pressure increase in her tight cunt as the mushroom head of his hardened prick ballooned in size.
"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Ohhhhhhh, I'mmmmm cuuuummmmiinnnngg!"
"Yes, darling," she crooned seductively, wanting it to end as soon as possible. "Cum! Cum up inside me now!"
She felt the hot impatient spurts of his creamy semen wildly spewing out into her womb. Then he collapsed atop her. Moments later he lifted his head and asked,
"Did you cum, too?"
Nodding her head vigorously, she lied. Then weeping again, she put her arms around his back, pulled his sperm-drained body back down against hers, and stared up at the black limbs of an old leafless baobab tree. She had felt strong sexual feelings once. Sometimes, before that night, when they had been necking, she thought she would die from the pain of unfulfilled passion. She knew that buried inside of her was a sensual woman. But the night on the river bank under the baobab tree had frozen that part of her deep inside. It worried her, because the cold feelings had continued even after he had asked her, finally, to marry him.
CHAPTER TWO
The two girls, having suffered enough of each other's silence, had taken refuge in calling yet a third girl and getting themselves invited to a buffet dinner. At last they had something to talk about for both girls were interested in discussing the proper ingredients of their favorite dishes and they, like everyone else around, had long tried to guess what their hostess for the evening put into her dried fruit curry, which they had, had at her house before. And so with Jayne driving her car because it was a convertible, they hurried along the dirt road for about ten miles before they came to a road block out in the middle of nowhere.
"There's a car across the road!" Daphne cried. "Do you think there was an accident?"
"I don't know, but we're going home," the older girl whispered as though anyone but Daphne could hear her. With that she swung her wheel around to the left, backed up, and turned to carry out what she had said.
"Ooooohhh, look!" her girl friend cried out, in a squeal this time for another big black car like the one in front had pulled out from some shrubbery and had them boxed in now in both directions.
"Christ!" Jayne swore and put her foot down hard on the accelerator, deciding to chance skirting the baobab tree on the right. But she saw, before Daphne had a chance to point them out and scream, that there were several black men holding rifles on the car, and it was clear that the only possible action she could take was to stop the car.
Daphne had no control over herself at all. The poor girl was so frightened, probably more by the black faces than by the rifles, that her body did what it pleased, her brain was so frozen. As soon as the car stopped she had the door open and flew out. One of the men shouted for her to hold still, and Jayne shouted as well. Daphne knew somewhere in her head that she should stop, but her legs kept going without any direction from her whatsoever. She heard the heavy footsteps thunder after her, and it felt as though her body would lift into the air on winged feet, that something would happen, some miracle. And then it did. She felt herself lifted up, and it took several minutes for her to realize that the force lifting her was not an angel or a friendly unknown but the very man she was trying to escape!
"What's the matter, baby?" the black man was saying as he grinned down at her. She was utterly paralyzed with terror and could only stare at him, shocked by the unbelievability of the situation. It was like having all of her nightmares come true at once! Maybe it was a nightmare, she thought fervidly. Maybe at any minute her mother would shake her shoulder. But the man put her down in the little group that had gathered around Jayne, and when she saw that Jayne was being tied and gagged and even blindfolded, Daphne knew that it was no dream and fainted dead away.
When she came to, she had a hood of some kind over her head and felt the ropes on her wrists behind her. Surely this was some horrible mistake, she thought, panicked. What had she ever done to hurt these people? She had the sensation of driving, of being not uncomfortable in the deep leather bucket seat of the car, and she was still alive. Kidnapped! The word dawned on her terrified brain. She and Jayne had been kidnapped! But why? They were not girls whose parents could raise vast sums of money. They were both from farm families, whose wealth lay in the soil. Perhaps they had been mistaken for someone else. Yes, that was it. As soon as the mistake was known, they would be set free. Daphne tried to console herself with this hope all the while they drove. Yet it was difficult to keep her mind from what her, grandmother had said about the blacks of Africa rising up to take back their lands. Was this the beginning of that uprising?
When they arrived at their destination, the girls were forced to climb a long, narrow staircase, walled in on either side. Daphne knew about the walls because, blindfolded, she would sometimes waver as she felt for a sure footing on the steps and would hit her arm smartly against the wall on one side. Then stumbling away, would hit her other arm against the other wall. The stairs creaked in places and there was a scary give to them as though they were very old and worn. No one hurried her although she knew from the gentle prodding she felt from time to time in her back that she was not to stop. At the top of the stairs, she had to wait briefly while a door was opened, and then they were all inside somewhere that smelled of dust and old wood like the stairs. But at last the blindfolds were removed, their hands were untied, and the gags were taken from their mouths. She noticed immediately that the room they stood in was all of unfinished, dirty-looking wood like an old warehouse, and there was a single bare light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling on a twisted pair of cords. Four, if not burly, strong looking black men were still in the room with them, and Daphne was too paralyzed to try to escape anyway.
Before she had a chance to open her mouth and explain about the mistake the men must have made, a tall, lithe, very dark-skinned man, his hair cut close to the scalp in the typical African style, and dressed in European clothes, as they all were, spoke to the girls as politely as though they had come as guests in a limousine.
"You will please excuse our poor reception room. We have every intention of trying to make your stay with us as comfortable as possible. I am Hussein, the leader of our group, and we have taken the liberty of identifying you as Daphne Van Loeb with the light brown hair and Jayne Van der Veen with the red. Your purses will be kept safely for you and nothing but your identification has been or will be touched."
"Who... who are you?" Jayne blurted, but he did not acknowledge her words by so much as a batting of the eye. He continued.
"We also hope that your stay will be a short one, not because we are inhospitable, but because we understand that you would prefer that, no doubt. However, it depends upon whether or not our demands upon the government are met promptly."
Hostages! thought Daphne. We are hostages, and, God! What were their demands and what if no one met them at all?
"We are preparing for the evening meal," he went on. "There is no way for you to get out, and everyone here..." He waved his hand in back of him. "...is a part of our group so there is no point in disturbing the peace by looking for allies. You will find none. No one will speak to you about your circumstances or our cause. If this is understood, then you are welcome to join us for the meal."
They all started moving then as Hussein opened a door on the other side of the room, all except Daphne, whose feet felt like granite blocks holding her permanently in place. Instead of being prodded by the black men, it was Jayne who led her into the large room of people, all sitting around in small groups. In the center of each group was a large round dish with pieces of injera bread, and something that looked from a distance like hamburger and chili on top. The people were scooping up the meat with the injera bread in their fingers. It was not the kind of eating to which the two Dutch girls were accustomed, but it did look good, perhaps because after the fear and the excitement, they were both ravished.
Then their captors attempted to lead Jayne to a group in one direction and Daphne to another group elsewhere, but the young bride-to-be clung to her friend with a grip of steel. There was not another white face in the entire room!
"They're not going to hurt us," Jayne whispered. "I don't think there is anything to fear, but you have to eat!"
"How... How do you know there's nothing to fear?"
"Because we haven't hurt you thus far," Hussein broke in. "We had to treat you roughly in order to get you here. Obviously we don't wish you to know where we are, and that is for your own sake. We know you'll never see any of us again, but you could find this place if you know where it was."
Daphne was fascinated by this man who, in spite of his being black, had a cultured, refined air about him as though he had had an excellent education. Somehow he inspired her to think rather than cower, and thinking, she realized that she was not going to better her position by fighting them, whereas there was every hope and possibility that by being cooperative, the polite man and his group would let the girls go.
So finally, she followed one of the men meekly to a group separate from Jayne's. All around the room, the black people looked happy and relaxed. The young black man who had escorted her explained about the food.
"Our cook is Ethiopian, and we have all grown fond of his wat," he told her. "It's very tasty. I'm sure you will enjoy it. I hope so," he politely added.
Some of the groups had finished eating and were passing long stemmed pipes around to each other. Some of the people were wandering around the room as though they were at a relaxed cocktail party. Some of their clothes were not European at all but beautiful native costumes in brilliant colors. They gave the old unfinished room a colorful atmosphere, and in spite of herself, Daphne could not help feeling a growing excitement, a sign of relief and a growing sense of security, as she watched these exotic people mingling, touching and laughing. There was something very sensual about them, very warm. It was as though when one touched another, heart touched heart in a kind of communication that, mystified and awed the young girl. It was certainly not her first opportunity to see blacks socializing with each other. She could have seen it at the market if she hadn't taken pains to avoid watching.
Her captor sat her at a table with two men and two women, apparently couples. They looked at Daphne with friendly faces and smiled. Among each other they spoke a native tongue and didn't try to talk to the young white girl. But one of the women reached with her fingers for a piece of injera bread and with that, scooped up some of the meat mixture and with a gentle smile, poked it toward Daphne's mouth. She was still too frightened to either refuse or think about it, but she noticed the man to her left doing the same thing at that moment for the woman with him. It was apparently a custom to feed each other, at least at times! Daphne's small mouth opened nervously and the spicy chicken mixture, for she discovered that was what it was, popped onto her tongue in its little napkin-like fold of injera. It was fabulously good, and one mouthful was enough to motivate Daphne to join the dining even though she was still a little fearful of the people dining with her.
To Daphne, blacks had always been people who attacked Voortrekkers like her great-great-grandfather when he migrated inland over a century earlier. All of her life she had, had ample opportunity to see blacks in a different perspective, but she had never before been forced to look as she was now. Now she was amazed at their gentleness and sensitivity to each other and to her. Captive though she was, she was beginning to feel like a guest.
Glancing around the room she watched Jayne at a table across the way, eating madly without any fear at all. Jayne was never afraid of anything! No matter what happened to her, it was a welcome adventure. Daphne knew that she must surely bore her intrepid girl friend at times, and she only bothered her flame-haired friend when she felt she had something exciting to talk about, like her wedding. Her wedding! Would it ever take place now? Would life ever be normal for her again? She was trying to imagine how life would go on as though this had never happened when a boy brought something to drink. She took the amber liquid and cautiously sipped it. It tasted strange and fruity and strong, but then she felt a warm relaxing glow inside.
Almost immediately, the man who was behaving like her personal bodyguard, was standing above her.
"Finish eating first, if you wish," he told her.
"No... no thank you. I had all I want," she explained. "It... it's very good." She studied him now more closely. He was a pleasant looking man, young and energetic looking although he was dressed in a very conservative, dark European suit. He had a funny accent, too.
"Would you like to split a number with me?" he asked kindly.
"I... uh... I am afraid I don't know what that is," she explained.
"A number is a joint."
But she still stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"And a joint is grass... weed... marijuana."
"Oh." Suddenly she felt panicked. Did she have to do this thing? The drink was relaxing her, helping her to shed her inhibitions with this black man, but marijuana was another thing. Yet, she had resolved to be as cooperative as possible. After all, it could save her life, for all she knew!
"Why, yes, thank you," she tried to smile.
He took her hand in his arm and led her to the back of the room where there were some comfortable looking overstuffed chairs. While he took a ready-rolled from his pocket, she sat down in the arm chair offered her.
"This is very good grass," he assured her. It comes from Columbia. You know that's in South America."
"Yes," she murmured.
He laughed and she began to place the accent. It was American... United States.
"Are you from... from the United States." she queried, wishing to start a polite conversation.
"Just came from there," he admitted. "But I only went to college there... Harvard," he said. "Don't tell me I've acquired that horrible accent!"
She smiled softly. She had never in her wildest dreams thought she would be sitting and talking with a black man. But she was not only talking to him, she was attracted to him: He was absolutely the loveliest man she knew!
"There's going to be a meeting shortly," he explained. "That's why everyone is here."
"Will... will I be here?" she asked.
"No. Of course not. You and I will find something else to do." He smiled warmly at her, and she could not help but pick up his infectious good cheer and smiled back in spite of herself.
"Do you mind if I just sit down on the arm of your chair for a minute?" he asked, again politely. To her surprise, she did not mind at all. Then their bodies drew close for a moment as he leaned over to light the marijuana cigarette he had placed between her lips. Daphne looked at him reflectively. She could not get over her surprise to find that he was a real gentleman, sophisticated, dignified, and... and handsome!
As he took the marijuana from her, she noticed his dark black hands. They were obviously very capable hands with manicured nails and long, sensitive fingers. He wore a pale blue turtle neck beneath his conservative dark jacket. Now that it was so close, she noticed that the jacket was navy with a very tiny pale blue pin stripe. And he certainly was not treating her like a captive! In fact, he was treating her with a great deal of respect as though he expected her to be an educated and interesting person like he was.
"I guess you take good care of yourself," he said. "You don't abuse yourself or you would know what grass was. Drugs are all right in moderation. We don't go overboard here very often. Occasionally someone gets swept away, but it's usually accidental."
Harvard! Daphne was thinking. He went to Harvard University. Goodness! Geoffrey hadn't even thought of going to college! She giggled. She was beginning to feel the effect of the acrid smoke now. Suddenly everything seemed so clear and so funny! She started to laugh uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, as the realization hit her that her whole life so far was a massive error! The nicest man she had ever met was black! How could anyone explain such a phenomenon? Nobody had ever been more prejudiced than she, she thought. Although it wasn't so much prejudice as it was a childish fear of some people who existed over a century before. This man was a descendent of those people, perhaps, but so was she a descendent of the Voortrekkers, who probably looked as formidable to the Matabele and other tribes as the black men did to the white! A new wave of affection for her companion swept over her and she went to speak to him, but she didn't know his name!
"I don't know your name," she said.
"Oh! I'm terribly sorry. How did I miss telling you? It's Fuad," he said, smiling warmly again. She felt him draw close to her. "You're a very nice girl," he said and patted her hand paternally. Then he stood up. "Let me get you more to drink."
Daphne glanced down at the empty drink in her hand. She was already feeling the combined effects of the alcohol and the marijuana. She shook her head and said,
"No, thank you. I think I've had enough for now." Then she added, "This is my first time... time smoking grass and... and," she searched her head for the rest of her thought, but all she could think of was a new truth. "My first time being kidnapped," she giggled.
Fuad did not laugh with her, but a strange amused smile played on his thick lips. She had never noticed before how the lips of a black man were like the full, exotic petals of a robust rose. He was definitely a very sensual man. He stood there looking down at her with a half-quizzical expression on his face, and without meaning to, Daphne smiled in a way that surely expressed her attraction to him.
"I... uhuh... I'll be right back," he said, patting her hand suddenly. "I've got to see what I'm to do with you during the meeting. Someone should be around with dessert..."
"Oh," she exuded enthusiasm. "Bring me some?" she asked coyly.
He looked around the room and suddenly beckoned to the young boy who had served her before. The young man was carrying a tray of melk terts, and Daphne was lavish in her thanks to him. The little custard pies were her favorite, she told him effusively. While she was serving herself the tert, Fuad slipped away, and Jayne, in a more excited state than she from more marijuana and more alcohol, arrived at her chair.
"Well, Daphne," her redheaded friend greeted her jovially. "I see you are feeling at home now. I told you they were wonderful and would never hurt us. Isn't this fun?"
Daphne found herself smiling and responding gaily to her old friend; "Oh, yes! I've never had such a good time!" the dewy-eyed young brownette cooed. Jayne was alone and was gazing at her friend in open-mouthed speculation, her blue eyes wide.
"You've landed yourself a beautiful black man," she said. "My guard is not so bad either though. He's gone off somewhere for a minute. Isn't this the craziest kidnapping?"
In spite of her feelings for Fuad, Daphne felt guilty and uncomfortable when Jayne implied that she had "landed" the man. It had less to do at this point with the fact that he was black as it did with the now more important fact that she was, after all, engaged, and that did carry some responsibility. In spite of herself, she was feeling the chains of engagement... even wishing they did not exist! What was happening to her? Anyway, she would rather not face the truth of her new feelings and wished Jayne would not remind her of it. Why did her redheaded friend always make such a big deal out of everything? Daphne told herself that she liked Fuad as a person, nothing more. She felt safe and comfortable with him in what was, after all, a dangerous situation, no matter what Hussein or Jayne had to say about it.
She tried very hard then to feel frightened, but then she felt something very, very strange. She took a deep breath and suddenly felt a strong, weird arousal stirring up between her white thighs and a sensual tickling in her cunt walls. She was frightened then all right... for all the wrong reasons! Geoffrey was not here. What right did she have to feel such things? Fuad had not even touched her yet. Yet here she was, feeling terribly sexually excited. She stood up suddenly, as if a change in her position would change the feelings in her body, but Jayne's hand held her from wandering away.
"I think we ought to wait for the men," she cautioned and her friend turned on her.
"I thought there was nothing to fear!" she said.
"There isn't if we behave," Jayne reasoned and Daphne had to agree with that, since it had been her own conclusion as well.
Jayne had sat on the arm of her friend's chair and now called joyously, "Here he comes! My handsome jailer!"
The man was carrying a mirror and a tiny bottle with a bit of white powder in it. He handed them to the avid Jayne and turning to Daphne, bowed politely. He seemed smugly amused by something, and as Jayne held up the mirror, he took the little container from her and opened it.
"Don't stir now, Daphne. This is very expensive stuff," Jayne cautioned her. "I had to beg for it so I don't want to lose it. Will you have some?"
"What is it?" Daphne asked but received no answer.
The black man who was guarding Jayne had sprinkled a thin line of the white powder on the mirror and Jayne, with a simple roll of paper, was inhaling it. Then the man passed the paper to Daphne, who could not decide whether to follow Jayne's example or not. She knew that Jayne did weird things, but nothing dangerous as far as she had ever seen. She did as she had seen Jayne do. She took the powder into one nostril through the paper and then the other. Suddenly she felt a wonderful glow, a sense of well being, and then a tremendous rush of energy. She looked up at the man.
"Thanks!" she beamed. He smiled softly and then turned on his heel and once again disappeared.
At that moment Daphne felt a hand on her leg. She looked down to find that Jayne had slid to the floor and with her eyes half closed, was gently moving her hand up Daphne's thigh. Daphne sat frozen, little tendrils of excitement spreading through her. Jayne's hand reached higher, almost to her now moistly seeping cunt lips. Daphne looked around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Ooooohhhh, God!" she heard herself moan aloud as she felt her friend's finger crawling insidiously up between her thighs, curling hotly up under the already wetly drenched crotchband of her panties and slither teasingly up into the moistly pulsating mouth of her open cunt. Her whole lower body felt on fire as the obscenely flicking finger in her cunt wormed salaciously around up inside her like a miniature fucking cock. Suddenly she knew she had to pull away from this! She could not imagine what had come over Jayne, but she had to get away!
"Please! Please don't!" she cried, pushing her friend's finger from her hot cunt and jumping quickly from the chair... or tried to. But Jayne's face was in the way and her redheaded friend suddenly reared up so that Daphne could feel her warm breath on her body and then up around her nipples. Despite herself, she felt her little nipples harden in response to this strange approach by her old friend! She was so strange! Never had she seen Jayne like this! She started mumbling incomprehensible things half under her breath and was looking straight into Daphne's shocked blue eyes with a burning stare... Finally she felt a reassuring presence push the avid young redhead away.
"Where did she get that?" he questioned in an amused mumble. Fuad then reached for Daphne's hand and pulled her commandingly up from the chair.
"Come," he said sternly. "I think I had better take you to a quieter atmosphere. They will be starting the meeting at any moment anyway, and you are not permitted to be present."
"All right," she said, forgetting that she didn't really have any choice in the matter. He was a master at helping her forget this. She trusted him. She was sure she never would have left the chair with just anyone!
Staggering slightly, she let him help her regain her balance as she felt again that wonderful sense of euphoria she had felt when she had first inhaled the white powder. With Fuad's strong arm tightly around her waist, she could feel the warmth of his powerful right hand resting firmly on her hip, she could feel each of his sure fingers pressing gently on the swell of her wide bottom. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her alcohol and drug-fogged mind an alarm bell clanged, but it was so muted that she wasn't sure what it was for. After all, Fuad could be trusted and she had no choice but to cooperate with him anyway, she thought happily.
Had her mind been less confused with drugs and alcohol, she would have noticed the hungry look in Fuad's dark eyes as he gazed down at her proud, upthrust young tits so enticingly outlined under the thin halter of her dress. She would have realized that his hand on her hip was making subtle little circular motions around her soft rear, barely perceptible but quite possessive. Under normal circumstances, furthermore, she would have noticed the change in his demeanor as heated desire overcame the fragile barriers of a former courteous chivalry.
Looking down at her, the young African kidnapper felt his groin tightening. Without hardly even touching her, without doing hardly anything but watching her young vibrant white body, he had already begun to get an erection. She would have to be handled carefully, he thought. There was no doubt in his mind of her interest in him. Whether she realized it or not. He had seen it growing since dinner was over. He had asked Hussein if it would be all right to have her, and Hussein had said that it had to be done to her without an overt aggressiveness. So Fuad would make no fast moves, nothing to put her off and everything to entice her to want him.
He knew instinctively that she was not far from virginity. Possibly she was one, but he doubted that. She had the knowledge of sex in her body although it was possible for a woman to get this by herself. Yet, Jayne's advances, which he had seen, had alarmed her. She might have been embarrassed. Well, he would surely find out if she were a virgin. There were certain little things she did, though, like the way she moved and talked that led him to believe that she had begun sex in a rudimentary way and that there was a wild untapped streak of wantonness in her white body that even she was not yet aware of. He vowed to unveil that streak. Maybe not right now, not tonight, nor tomorrow, but before she left here. He had absolutely no doubt that given time, he would have her naked young white body enslaved to his, and moaning in sexual delirium beneath him.
Very gently he steered her into the room that was to be hers while the girls were hostage. It was of necessity, a windowless room. The girls were, of course, not to be allowed near any windows. All doors to the outside rooms were carefully locked.
Daphne, in her euphoric state, suffered a half-fleeting moment of complete awareness, and she realized that she was in a shabby room with a comfortable looking but hardly luxurious bed and an overstuffed chair. Before she realized what was happening, she was sitting and then lying full length on the bed. She sat up quickly, swaying and attempting to focus her eyes, her heart pounding in alarm. She saw that Fuad was locking the door and at last she felt like a prisoner.
"Fuad," she gasped. "What are we doing here?"
"Waiting for the meeting to get over. Remember?"
His dark face and the gray wood of the room were rapidly going out of focus again, and she was having a terrible time keeping upright.
"I... isn't there someplace else we can stay?" she asked, struggling to regain her feet but succeeding only in falling backward on the bed.
Fuad only laughed and called out, "Whoa, there. Steady, Daphne. Come on," he coaxed. "Try staying up. Or better..." He went to a big piece of furniture. Daphne could barely make out that it was a dresser and that there was a bottle and glasses on the top. "We may as well relax while the meeting is going on." He poured some of that same amber fruity liquid into one of the tall glasses and brought it to her. "Try to drink a little of it. It will mellow you out."
She allowed him to hold her close and pour some of the delicious drink through her lips.
"That's a good girl," he said gently, as though he were trying to soothe a child in a temper. He sat down and put his left arm completely around her shoulders, supporting her swaying figure in an upright position. He felt the incredibly supple warmth of her upper body. "Here, try sipping a little more of this." He held the glass near her mouth until Daphne had taken four or five deep swallows, then he permitted her to fall back onto the bed again. As she slowly slipped sideways, her little skirt hiked all the way up over the tops of her full white thighs, almost as if it were pulled by a Venetian blind cord. He saw her soft, brown, curl-matted young pussy mound through her near-transparent lacey bikini panties, and observed the fact that they were quite wet from her cunt juices! It was this sight, more than anything else, that made his cock throb and prompted his final decision to fuck her now. Until that very moment he had been prepared to let her off, one way or the other for her first night of captivity. Now, though, knowing there was easy access to her obviously cock-starved little pink cunt and not even a lot of undressing and fumbling to do, he would wait no longer to fuck the living shit out of this young, almost virginal white girl.
Fuad bent down and lifted her limp legs onto the bed, laving them splayed apart, leaving her exposed, he then pushed a pillow beneath her head. She smiled sensuously without ever opening her eyes. Next, he went over to the chair and removed all of his clothes, folding them neatly and laying them over the back.
Daphne was floating in another world, the combination of the strong alcohol he had fed her and the cocaine running through her. Lying flat on her back with her white thighs apart, legs slightly cocked at the knees. Fuad could see plainly the plump mound of her wetly seeping cuntal crack and the full ripe split-mounds of warm creamy flesh below that denoted the beginnings of her deliciously proportioned asscheeks.
Softly curling strands of her pubic hair peeked sensuously out from under the elastic legbands of her little panties. It was all he could do to keep from immediately spreading her shapely thighs obscenely wide and painfully fucking his throbbing cock deep up inside her nakedly exposed young cunt spread out so succulently pink there before him.
Only by exerting an inordinate amount of self-control was he able to go more slowly with her. He didn't want to screw up the chance of getting her into a nice willing coupling. One way or the other, he planned on fucking the fat white titties off this beautiful young white woman!
CHAPTER THREE
Daphne was not even aware of it when the handsome Fuad eased her sandals off her feet and teased soft wet kisses along the pink bottom of her foot and up the back of her smooth calf. Nor did she realize what he was doing when she felt her hips being raised up. She never felt her scanty little nylon panties being pulled down over the pale smoothly rounded curves of her asscheeks and thighs and slid silkily down her naked shapely white legs.
Slowly the heavily breathing young black man spread her voluptuously shimmering white thighs wide apart, bending and raising the right knee until it lay limply against the wood of the wall. The left foot he simply let trail on the floor. Her nakedly exposed young pussy-hole was open, pink, wet, and vulnerable now to his gaze and advances. With quickening breath, he knelt down on the bed between her sensuously spread legs and stared inches away with lascivious eyes at her soft, light brown pubic hairs and the soft, coral-pink lips of her now completely open and defenselessly waiting young pussy. It seemed as if they were a magnet pulling his gleaming black face toward them. Her silken cunt called out, begging to be licked, to be tongued wetly up into like the most succulent forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. The hardness of his heavily throbbing black cock rubbed against the fold of a blanket and made his balls ache. He had never felt more sexually driven than he did at this moment. He could feel the warmth of the bed under his knees and the warmth of her smooth, soft inner thighs against the palms of his black hands as he pressed them even further apart.
It was not until her smoothly tapered young legs were completely widespread that Daphne began to regain some semblance of consciousness, and even then she was incapable of evaluating completely what was happening and being done to her. She knew her naked, panty-stripped young ass was on a rough blanket that had gotten mussed and therefore uncomfortable, that her bare legs were spread very wide apart, and that warm hands were stroking the smooth insides of her fleshy thighs. For a moment she thought that she was back on the river bank with Geoffrey and that the mussed blanket was the grass and roots and pebbles of the banking. Her cunt felt so good, so very good and hot!
Fuad sensed that she had snapped out of her languorous drug and alcohol stupor momentarily. He waited, braced for some fight or protest, then felt her momentarily stiffened white thighs relax and fall limply and obscenely open again, her sandy-fringed cuntal lips flaring even wider. He grinned and licked his lips. She either was too drunk to care any more, or she just didn't know what he was about to do. Either way, her hot little cunt was open and wet, inviting him to go ahead. He could ask her if she had ever done it before, but he knew that she would not know, in her present drunken condition, what he was even talking about.
Quickly then, he slithered forward until his face was just above the soft, wetly glistening little pink slit between her ripe thighs. Never before had he seen such a succulent, mouth-watering little cunt. The cuntal lips were pink and perfect, looking almost as if they belonged up between the legs of a young child instead of a woman in her early twenties, as he judged her to be. Her pubic hair was silken and the tiny, sparely used cuntal mouth was small, delicate, tight and timid. Slowly then, as though he were savoring every second, he lowered his face, his pink tongue slithering snake-like out between his gleaming white teeth.
Once, he licked, getting a taste of her, and then, spreading her voluptuous young white asscheeks outward with his deft thumbs, slowly and gently his wet tongue moved from her little clitoris to the star of her tiny anus and was rewarded with an almost inaudible moan of sexual response. His tongue then retraced the wetly teasing path it had just taken, and this time he felt the tendons of her inner thighs tighten and her soft pelvis slowly rise and jerk slightly upward toward his face. Spaced out or not as she was, her ripe little cunt was responding, for he tasted the first cock-hardening secretions of the girl's feminine musk as her pussy, of its own volition, prepared itself for her being fucked, by seeping out its warm, slickly welcoming lubricant.
Daphne was dreaming. But she couldn't make out whether it was the blond, black-eyebrowed Geoffrey or the handsome black Fuad who was making beautiful, gentle love to her. It felt wonderful, whereas before, on the river bank, it had been wicked and unsatisfying, never this exciting. In her dreamlike state, her fuck-deprived cunt was responding fervently! Then momentarily she regained full command of her senses once again, and thinking she was stopping the over-eager Geoffrey, she struggled to sit up, but found her nakedly spread lower white body pinned tightly to the bed. What was happening to her? Why was she completely naked from the waist down? Who? What? She finally raised her head and saw the closely cropped kinky black hair of a stranger's head down between her lewdly open thighs. This was not Geoffrey and she was engaged to be married!
"No!" she screamed. "You mustn't!"
Fuad, instead of bothering to answer, simply licked aside her delicate pubic curls and flicked his wet tongue full length into the warm, slippery depths of her pussy walls and licked away like a dog at a bitch, using his nose to titillate the tiny, unconsciously pulsating nipple of her clitoris.
"Aaaaagggghhhh. No! No! Please! Oh God, you don't understand!"
The young black man heard her protesting groans and knew now that he would not stop licking her pink flowered cunt until she was so sexually aroused she could not help but let him fuck her. It was now or never. She wouldn't let him ever willingly fuck her in the future if he stopped now, and if she complained too much about being raped, they would probably send her a different guard. But if he continued and she liked it? Who could tell. So thinking, he tightened his powerful muscular black arms wrapping them about her soft white thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the heatedly quivering young white girl's exposed pussy lips, fucking her hotly between her open legs.
Fear and repugnance and... and sublime pleasure were battling each other for supremacy in poor young Daphne's mind. Instead of reality, this was some strange dream too wicked and obscene to even comprehend. And still, though, the earlier pleasure of that dream was not to be denied. Her nerve endings down there were being serenaded by a wicked velvet tongue that licked, sucked, and caressed her all at the same time. It was hateful, outrageous, horrible... and beautiful.
"No... no," she whimpered dutifully, flinging her arm up against her forehead and clenching her eyes shut as if he would understand the gesture. "Stop! Oh God! Please stop licking me! Please, have mercy! Oh, please! Let me up, please!"
The black man's only reply was a hard tongue fucking, deep up into her treacherously gripping cuntal walls.
"Oh, Fuad..." she squealed, as she suddenly remembered who he was. "Please don't. Please have mercy! You can't do that! Don't! Don't lick me! Please! I'm engaged to be married!"
But she felt weak, and her voice was low and didn't sound convincing or loud enough to be heard by anyone but him, and he was intent on seducing her. She wasn't about to sway him and his long pink tongue simply licked her longer and deeper, it traced a zig-zag pattern down through her wet pubic curls from clitoris to asshole again, then came back and speared again up into the seeping hole of her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Several times in rapid succession, he flicked his tongue wetly in and out between the inner and outer lips of her pussy, tongue-fucking her in earnest now.
Daphne began begging and then moaning piteously as she felt powerful sensations overriding all other emotions and bodily functions. "Oh, Fuad... Fuad... pleeeeuuuuzzzz!" And then she thought of Geoffrey. If he could see her now, skirt up around her waist, her white shapely legs spread wide, another man's head... a black man's head... pressed tightly up between them, he would never, never, have her back. He would lose whatever love he had for her and she would be abandoned completely. If only... if only Geoffrey were here and could give her these feelings!
"Fuad? Fuad?"
The last was a shout as his strong teeth nipped the sensitive pink bud of her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh, God!" she gasped, then fell back against the bed, weakened by the intense feeling and sudden uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling thighs. She made one last protest, "Don't! Please! My fianc�e! Oh God, he'll never understand!"
Fuad looked up, smiling evilly, his face shining, glistening blackly with his own saliva and worse, her excitedly flowing cuntal juices.
"Haven't you ever been fucked before little white girl?"
"W... well, yes," she admitted weakly. "B... but...."
"And what does your fianc�e do for sex? Does he get it from you? It sure doesn't look it. This little pink pussy doesn't look like it has ever been touched properly. He need never know what you do in this room. Before you tell him what we've done, make him tell you what he's done!"
A shudder ran through her white belly as the common sense of the black man's advice penetrated her objections. Geoffrey was never sorry at all for his affair with that other woman! That was true. Of course, he was not engaged to her then. Still... Oh, she could not decide and she sank back helplessly on the bed as Fuad simply lowered his chin again and ran his hot hard tongue wetly along one side of her outer layer of vulva, watching her with smug amusement as he did so.
Her face grimaced in protest, in what was obviously a fight for her self-control. She was helpless, he knew, she was his now. His to do what he wanted with. She might think she was still capable of fighting him, but he, and her hotly flowing little pink pussy was in command of her body, and it was going to betray her for a kind of love she had had too little of. Satisfied, he let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed cunt lips which had grown in size and color since he began his ministrations. There was life in those lips, and no masterpiece in any museum could ever compare with the picture before him, framed so delicately with incredibly soft, light brown pubic curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice clung like a small translucent pearl to the little curls of hair. The entire cuntal area looked like the corolla of some ruby-colored flower and, in the middle where the stamen ordinarily would be, there was the thin, vertical little slit of her cunt, dripping silvery clear nectar. Even as he watched, it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, looking for all the world like the mouth of a hungrily gulping fish.
"Look down at me, Daphne," he commanded her, and there was something in his stern voice that reminded her for the first time that she was a prisoner here and without any real rights. She lifted her head to him obediently. She watched petrified and stiff as he placed his black thumbs on her cuntal opening and peeled her softly yielding pussy lips apart as though it were sections of some succulent fruit being separated. The soft curls of her pubic hairs gave wetly away, exposing the flaming ruby beauty of her vertical little cuntal mouth to his lust-dimmed gaze. She moaned helplessly in unwanted pleasure as he breathed heavily against the sensitive pussy lips. The expelled hot air from his throat grazed raw nerves down there and her entire body reacted as she heard his accompanying lewd, lascivious statement.
"I'm going to eat your little pussy, now, Daphne. I'm going to tongue-fuck you good, and there is nothing you can do about it, so relax, and no guilt. But do not worry, if no one has ever licked you before, then you're in for a beautiful surprise."
She saw his black face drop and his pink tongue come out to wetly probe her guilt-quivering cunt. That was the last thing she saw. With this hot, wet contact between tongue and cunt, she simply was forced to let everything go. Her hot white body was still filled with the combined aphrodisiac drugs of alcohol, marijuana and cocaine and responded automatically, jerking convulsively as she ground her swelling hips down desperately into the bed in a vain effort to escape his long raping, fucking tongue that wiggled like a sidewinder up one side of her exposed cunt and down the other. An animal groan bubbled out of her throat.
"Oooohhhh, my God! Please! Fuad... Fuad, oh, please!"
Please what? Fuad wondered to himself with an inner chuckle. Did she mean please stop or please continue? He raced his wet tongue faster up the dilated pink hole between her open white thighs. He used the tip of his nose to tease against the hotly throbbing little titty of her erect clitoris repeatedly and each nudge brought a low gasp from the helplessly immured girl. She raised her head up, panting, to look down over her plump white tits and this time her mind was painfully clear enough to see everything. She saw his kinky black bobbing head framed between her sleek white widespread knees. Her sundress was bunched up high above her hips and she could even see Fuad's glistening high cheekbones as his black face bobbed up and down against the sandy-colored curling triangle of her naked young pussy hair!
Her protection against the confusion of desire and shame now was to watch him with a feeling of shocked detachment. It was like a dream, not something that was really happening to her. And God! It felt so wonderful, but if Geoffrey could see her now, if Geoffrey could see his sweet innocent bride-to-be lying spread eagle on a bed with this strange black man licking hungrily up between her white legs... why he would be horrified, repelled and... and why did he have to know? If she couldn't stop it, must she tell anyone later what had been done to her against her will?
Jolts of lascivious pleasure and little zephyrs of pure wantonness pervaded her entire being now as Fuad's powerful black hands released her captured thighs and slipped under her white ass, cupping and squeezing the moist, soft, yet firm warm flesh of the hotly trembling asscheeks. His wet tongue and mouth continued to grind further and further into the succulent valley of her hotly squirming young cunt. Without volition, she dug her shoulders into the bed, sucked, in her stomach muscles and raised her pelvis, making Fuad's tongue bury itself even deeper up into her open wet cunt mouth. Lewd, wet sucking and slurping sounds echoed throughout the room, driving her mad. His black hands gently pulled apart the pink crack between her asscheeks, and then one adventuresome finger began exploring the opening to her tiny puckered little rectum.
Now, guiltily, she thought of Geoffrey again and the one or two times he had tried to lick her pussy this way, and the coldness of her refusal, especially that night on the bank of the river. Why hadn't she known how to tap the bliss her body was capable of? After all, she had always liked to be fondled and caressed, loved the touch of Geoffrey's mouth on her tits and neck and shoulders. He was only trying to kiss her up between her thighs! Was that so abhorrent. If only she had known the exquisite pleasure in store for her!
But the vision of her fianc�e was fading again as she began to let herself feel everything. She began a whimpering moaning low in her throat, shamefully obvious sounds of her pleasure. Oh, if only she had known the inherent wantonness of her own body, she never would have touched those drugs and that marijuana unless... unless he would have raped her anyway!
"Oooohhhh God! God, I can't stand it!"
As his hands kneaded the soft sweaty globes of her pliantly yielding asscheeks, Fuad heard her sharp gasps of delight. The sound caused a surge of new lust in his already over-aroused black body, and he drew her limply cooperating white legs up and around his neck, her soft, inner thighs so smooth and damp pressed hotly against his ears. Moments later, he had the smug satisfaction of knowing that she had voluntarily locked her little ankles together behind his head in a submissive sign of her consent and cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his wet pink tongue to run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his nose back and forth as he darted his fucking tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed pink lips grind sensuously up against his mouth with increasing strength as her aroused body spasmed and writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with the wetly glistening flesh of her openly, exposed cunt. His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched rubber ring of her asshole, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he probed crudely and teasingly at the virgin hole. Abruptly his hot wet mouth moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered like summer lightning against the brownly puckered little hole.
As she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual pleasure surge like a seismic wave through her, Daphne's blue eyes blinked wide open. This was so nasty! Evil! He must stop! She must make him understand he shouldn't do this!
"Oh, God, Fuad! Don't do that! Oh! Please! Oh you mustn't do things like that to me! You mustn't do that! No! No!" she whimpered wildly, her voice an unrecognizable hiss of lust. "You must not!" The last was shut off in mid-sentence as her evilly betraying body wantonly used her heels to press the back of his head in even tighter, deeper, endeavoring to assist, to rape her own ass with his tongue! She flailed her head from side to side, trying to shake off the horrible shame at the realization she had lost complete control of her traitorous emotions. She began to weep hot tears as the hotly slavering black man now fucked the tip of his wetly heated tongue up into her forbidden little asshole!
"Aaaaagggghhhh," she grunted softly between whimpering sobs, then, "Ooooohhhh! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh God!"
Her little white body began to boil with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Fuad started his voracious licking of the hapless white girl's cuntal crack again. She knew that further fight was useless. She didn't want to deny this intense delight he was bringing her. Suddenly, as the inner flesh of her tongue-filled pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer than ever before to the wild, orgiastic cumming she had too long denied herself. She, of her own volition, spread her sweaty-fleshed thighs wider and ground her burning, desire-filled loins up wantonly to his face, her only wish now to aid this black man, this master of her body, of her nakedly grinding cunt. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt lewdly against his face, reveling to the pit of her heart and soul with insane delight of the crude, forbidden pleasure he was licking up into her sensuously responding loins.
Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of cumming. She could feel the mighty vapors beginning to build up into towering, frightening thunderbirds in her hot, love-starved pussy. This buildup could not last much longer or she would cataclysmically explode into a million screaming little pieces flying off in all directions. Before she had begun to suspect that she was one of those women who could not physically or emotionally achieve that summit of god-like sensation she had read about, but now she knew she was close. It had been denied her by the river bank, but it was not going to be denied her this time! It couldn't!
The excited black man sensed that she was reaching across a previously unbridged gulf, and he fucked his middle finger deep into her saliva-moistened asshole. It went in easily, the hole having been softened and well lubricated, enlarged by his strong tongue. At the same moment, he began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris with his tongue.
Daphne writhed and twisted, bubbling wild mewls of passion, her hot red face twisted in a grotesque masque of feral lust which was almost frightening in its intensity. She was close. Closer.
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh God! God! God! God!" she chanted as he screwed up into her hotly clasping cunt harder with his wild tongue. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands were teasing her asshole and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, wailing out with a panting breath that came more and more rapidly. His big implacable twisting tongue burrowed ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside her, flickering, touching, licking everything.
Suddenly then, in one gigantic thunderclap of wildly exploding agony and ecstasy, the massive towering storm clouds of lust in her cunt split wide open! She had bridged the gulf and now she was swinging wildly, soaring high, high, higher than she had ever thought possible. She was Icarus with wings of wax reaching for the sun, only she would reach the sun and the wax would not melt before she herself melted into that wonderful heat! There she was!
From a distance too far off to comprehend, she unexpectedly heard her own shrill cry of delight and the scream.
Fuad's head was almost knocked off his shoulders by the violence of her pelvic thrusts as she jerked, and heaved her wildly spewing young pussy insanely up against his face. Once, she hit him so hard that he thought for sure his nose would be bloodied. Her sweaty thighs, locked around his black head, had tightened like the fleshy grip of a reticulated python, and her little heels beat a tarantella of sheer, implacable lust against his shoulder blades.
Finally her ravaged white body collapsed back down into the bed as the tumultuous storm ended. Now she could feel the roughness of the messed blanket, the dampness of her forehead, and loins, the sweat on her belly and breasts, and armpits, the heaviness of her breathing.
Fuad continued gently kissing and nibbling at her seeping cuntal lips until he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he pulled his head up from between her still slightly trembling white thighs.
"Well?" he asked softly, casting the blanket about, trying to smooth it down.
The only answer was a sudden welling of a flood of tears in her eyes, and these began streaming down her face on both sides. "I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.
"Don't feel that way. You couldn't help yourself." He laughed at her obvious distress. "You needed that very badly. It's just as bad for a woman to be stopped up as it is for a man. It's something not many white people seem to know. You're lucky I was here to help you!"
"But... but I'm engaged," she wailed. "And I love my fianc�e! You shouldn't have done it! And I shouldn't have... It... it's not fair to him!"
She heard his sudden movement and looked down frightened toward him. He was kneeling over her now, his face grimacing in hungry passion. Her eyes trailed on down his broad chest and flat stomach to the huge erect black prick which stood out like a telephone pole from his kinky pubic hair! His hands began to stroke his cock, pulling the glistening black foreskin slowly back to reveal the one Cyclopean eye which peered darkly and evilly at her. Lord! It was so big! Far, far larger than Geoffrey's! She was fascinated by the immensity of its girth and length. Remembering how much she was stretched by being fucked that one time by her fianc�e's smaller prick, she wondered now in her still highly-aroused state, how she would react to this.
"It's my turn now, little white girl," Fuad said, laughing, watching her with amusement how her innocent face filled with obvious distress. "We must be fair. I'm going to fuck you, now, Daphne, and when my big black cock gets all the way inside you, you're going to experience ten times the pleasure that you just now had. I'm going to really fuck you now, baby, and you are going to love every second of it!"
She could not tear her eyes from that monstrous black rod which he held in his hand, and his obscene words both frightened and excited her as she gaped at it in complete submissive awe. She found her errant mind wondering if he really could bring her the pleasure he bragged of. After all, he had been right before! He had brought her up to, and then escorted her through, thresholds of unbelievable sensuality and carnal delight that she had never before believed could exist.
"Now, Daphne, you must put it in for me," he then ordered her. "Tonight, I have shone you that I am your master and so you must serve me now. So put my big cock inside of yourself!"
Forgetting completely that she was his prisoner and that she had resolved to fully cooperate for the sake of her own life, she decided she just had to refuse strongly this time, It was horribly obscene for him to ask her to do such a thing! To humiliate her this way! "No! No, please Fuad! Dear God, no I can't! Don't do this to me. I love my fianc�e so much and I feel so guilty! Please don't make me?"
"Take it!" he demanded, and in his heated desire for her luscious young white body, he grasped her arm above the elbow, perhaps a little too tightly. "Take the cock of your black master and put it inside your white body!"
"You... you're hurting me," she wailed.
"I won't hurt you if I don't have to, but you will do as I say! You have had your release. You cannot now refuse me mine! You are going to be fucked by me now whether you want it or not! But do not worry, you had a nice orgasm with my tongue. And now, with my black cock inside of you, you will have more!"
"Fuad, I..." she started to protest again, but then she began to feel his hand placing hers on his long thick cock, she felt the magnetic pull of his hotly throbbing veined black cock and she began to feel a helpless wanting in her juicing cunt once again. Her hand, almost hypnotically, dropped between their bodies where it encountered the hotly pulsing immensity of his stone-hard cock.
"Oh God," she whined. "Oh, I can't Fuad, it's wrong. You're forcing me to betray my fianc�e in the worst possible way! It's hateful! Hateful! Please don't make me do this?"
"Stop your silly protesting. You're going to get a nice hard fucking from me now, and you're going to love it! I want you to understand that it is your own hand that is placing my black penis inside your white belly. Come, put the black cock inside of yourself," he encouraged her, lowering his hips between her widespread white thighs. "Put it in, my love. Right now!"
The mocking sacrilegious terms of endearment he used, calling her 'my love,' while asking her to do something shameful and even more sacrilegious to her bond of faithfulness to her fianc�e, rang in her ears as she took his big black cock and timidly pressed it to the dripping mouth of her cunt.
The hardness of his mammoth black cock beating like a metronome against her soft upper thighs, Fuad dropped across her, his smiling black face hovering above her. More aware of skin color than at any other time in her life, Daphne guided the hard, fleshy veined black shaft to the passion-drenched mouth of her seeping pussy. The thick bulbous black head scraped electrifyingly against her sensitive cuntal lips, then pressed slightly inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge throughout her palpitating abdomen. She dared not move as she felt the pressure increase and the small, relatively unused cuntal hole starting to stretch. She felt pain as she had with Geoffrey, but it was nothing compared to the passions his prick was stirring inside her undulating white belly.
"Keep your little fist on it, I want you to feel it and guide it all the way as it goes up inside of you. You're going to know every inch of this black cock before you leave here white girl. Ooooohhhh, yes, little love. It's going all the way into you. You've got a tight little cunt," Fuad breathed, chuckling. "Why it feels as if it's never been fucked before."
Again he pushed, and the ponderous black head slowly inched its way into her wetly palpitating little cuntal hole.
"Please, Fuad. Be gentle with me! Mercy! Please don't push it in so fast. You're much too big for me. It's so big! You're hurting me," she whispered. Her voice was so timid and weak, that rather than feeling any sympathy at all for her, he was only inflamed and aroused by her helplessness.
The handsome black man chuckled and continued to move his lust-swollen cock-head gently back and forth in her little cunt. She was so well lubricated from his tongue-fucking that he knew there could not be an inordinate amount of pain associated with his entry, even if her little hole had not been used very much. She was just nervous, tense, frightened! She would get over that in a few minutes, just as soon as she felt the full length of his steel black rod fucking around at every hidden spot of delight within that musk-scented, honey-sweet pussy of hers. And when she felt his cock-head hammering mercilessly at the defensively clenched portals of her almost unfucked little womb, she would become his slave. Slowly he thrust inch after inch into her expanding cuntal hole.
The sleek sensual silky feel of her smooth white thighs and belly, coated in her sweat as she rubbed her body so helplessly, her soft white thighs and belly rubbing against his hard black belly and hips as if to appease him, her master, served as a goad. He could stand this exquisite torture no longer. Not bothering any longer with giving her a gentle entry, he simply jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and buried his hard, hot black cock. It roared triumphantly into previously untouched territories, plundering her womb and opening up all of her most privately guarded and defended areas, demolishing their resistance for all time with one mighty swoop!
"Aaaaagggghhhh," Daphne wailed loudly, as the implacably hardened pole of black male flesh fucked far deeper up into her pulsing pink pussy walls than Geoffrey had ever gone, than she knew he or anyone could possibly go! He had filled her almost to the bursting point, stretching her poor little cunt till it wrapped like a fist around his cock. She could actually feel every muscular ridge of his heavily throbbing black cock through the tightly gripping walls of her cunt.
Fuad lay still for a moment. Never before, not even with the one or two virgins he'd fucked in his lifetime, had there been such a tight little cunt for him to fuck. It seemed to grip his black prick like an iron fist encased in a velvet glove. He sucked in his stomach muscles, tightening his arms and made his cock jerk hotly and sharply within the tight wet confines.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh! Oh, mercy! Please don't move it in me! Don't move it! Ooooohhhh, be nice to me Fuad! Please, that's it, gently! Gently!" Daphne moaned deliriously.
Fuad, delighted with her response, let her rest a few seconds, get her breath back and then, flexed his cock again and again, cruelly, hearing her groan both in pain and then, as his onslaught continued, rapturously with each further twitch of his deeply sunken cock.
He would let her rest for only a few seconds, mostly so he would not cum too soon in her tight pussy-sleeve, and then start again, showing her he was her master, giving her long hot thrusts that had her squealing helplessly, madly, like a demented creature. Then gradually, he began short little fucking movements in and out of her cunt, causing her to grunt and chant softly with her mind almost gone, broken with an overload of sublime pleasure. Fuad started rotating his hips, grinding his black prick against her cunt until the mushroomed head was beating hotly against her cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with long, smooth fucks as though he were astride a horse, a mare on a carousel rising and falling, rising and falling.
Daphne, moaning shamelessly loud now, began moving her own hips in unison with the simultaneous inward and outward fucks of his bloated black cock. Already she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arching through her hot little abdomen. Already he had caused her hot white body to feel far more pleasure than she ever had with Geoffrey. Her mouth opened and closed in awestruck, wordless comments, some of them prayers for forgiveness for her body's sinfully erotic enslavement, some of them unheard and unheeded commands to her body to ignore this intense cruel, wanton, sexual delight.
Shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her skin, making her white flesh glisten in the light of the room. She could feel the sweat dripping off her hot face, her upper lip, her neck, the tendons swelling in her thighs, the slippery flesh slick as she gripped them around Fuad's hips and ass. Her whimpers grew hoarse with the pantings of her carnal joy. The room swirled about her. She, too, was aboard a carousel, going up and down and around and around. Except the stallion was riding her! His giant throbbing cock buried deep inside her pulsating little love-starved cunt together formed a lewd, loud, wetly sounding symphony of lust. No longer did she have a thought in her head of Geoffrey, of her former morals, of any pride, dignity or anything else! He had stripped her of all of that. Automatically her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat.
"Oh God. Oh, God. Please! Please don't stop! Don't stop!"
Perversely, knowing full well how to master this proud white girl for good, he stopped. "Don't stop what?" he asked, knowing full well it would increase her desire for him. "Don't stop what white girl? What is it you want? You must tell me if you want it!"
Daphne knew instinctively what he wanted to hear, and in her wanton abandonment, she said it with all the force and vitality of a brain-washed revolutionary screaming out a political slogan.
"Oh, Fuad! Don't stop fucking me! Please! Please don't stop fucking my pussy!" She could see he was laughing at her. The thought of her own lewd wanton behavior of being fucked unmercifully by a strange black man and yelling out asking for him to do it only excited her even further and she groaned and caught her breath as the man's powerful hands pulled her supple young ass tighter to him, impaling her pussy onto his own rampaging black prick. She heaved with passion, the pain of a few moments ago long since evaporated under the heat of her own passionate desires. She found her upraised white knees clenching and unclenching around his muscular black ass with each powerful fuck of his beautiful, cunt-splitting black cock.
"Alright, I'll fuck you good, little white girl, and while you are here, you and I can be boyfriend and girlfriend. So when you speak to me, you can call me darling, and lover. And I am going to give you lots of nice black cock to play with. Now give your new black boyfriend a nice warm kiss and ask to be fucked!"
Moaning, too aroused and defeated to even think of resisting him, she reached up and wrapped a round white arm around his neck, pulling his sweating black face down toward hers, and her tongue shot deeply and wetly into his mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking. Uninhibited gurgling noises of velvet rapture poured from her lust-tightened throat, and she crooned like a mother in song,
"Fuck me... oh, please fuck me darling! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy crazy!"
Her conscience made a feeble attempt to interfere in the midst of her lewd exhortations but she shoved her cunt lewdly up to him in answer to that, offering it in some pagan ritual, the white virgin to the African tribal man, a rite older than time itself. Never had there been anything like this for her, and not even in her wildest imaginations had she dreamed there could be such ecstatic sensations to be gotten from lying with a man, from the licking and tongue-fucking of her pussy to the moment when his mammoth black prick had slid imperiously, triumphantly down her slipperily waiting cuntal hole to fuck madly into the very heart of her ravenous womb. Filled with insane pleasure, she willed and wanted more, much more, never wanting it to end.
"Fuck meeeeeeeee!" she mewled. "Ooooooohhhhhh, fuck me!"
Fuad fucked her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young cunt continued to pour out her slick, creamy lubricants. He began lengthening his stroke, drawing his huge stony black rod almost out of the fleshy, moisture-drenched pink sheath, the frothy pussy-cream, whipped into a milky oil that coated his black shaft, revealing her shameless arousal, then he was plunging downward again into her in ever quickening strokes as her cunt hungrily devoured it.
She is really beginning to go wild, he thought. He heard her grunt and whimper loudly like an animal before hurtling her wildly sucking cunt up and down on his throbbing black shaft, leaving traces of pussy cream in streaks all over the length of his glistening member. She had almost taken control away from him as she sought her own carnal pleasure.
"Aaaaagggghhhh! Ooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned as his hungry cock fucked more deeply into her belly and going ever deeper, brushed clear past her cervix.
The wildly fucking black man's sperm-inflated balls slapped hard down against the nakedness of her hotly working little asshole, and through his scrotum he could feel the delicious softness of her asscheeks and the hot dampness in the heated crack where her warm cunt juices and sweat, mixed with his own saliva had seeped down from her hungrily pulsating cunt. His heavily throbbing testicle sac seemed certain to split apart from the mounting pleasure in it, and he fought for control, fighting against the need to spew his white hot sperm into the deepest depths of her white belly. He began fucking her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to orgasm before he, himself, came.
With every gliding fuck-stroke up into her gratefully accepting young belly, Daphne cried out wondrously. She screwed her pink tongue into his throat in unison with each new fuck that buried his burning hard black cock deeper. She pulled her long white legs back even higher, opening her thighs up more as her knees came up under her chin, her ankles over his shoulders, offering him more and more of her greedily sucking cunt. Fuad glanced downward at his prick, wondering where in the world she was storing his cock in her little white belly on the instroke. It had to be completely up in her womb. He wanted to cum in her belly now, to give her the full load of his black balls in her belly, thinking he would go mad unless he came soon, watching his black glistening cock slip smoothly and powerfully in and out of her greedy white clasping pussy lips. Quickly then, in an effort to bring her along even faster, he slipped his hand beneath her jiggling ass and once again teased at the rhythmically flexing hole of her tiny puckered asshole with his long black finger.
"Aaaaagggghhhh! Oh, yes! Fuck your finger up into me... hard!" Daphne rotated her fleshy ass down hungrily against this new invader, pressing down with her stomach muscles as though she were trying to void something from her bowels, opening her rectum so it could accept even further the lewdly worming black digit.
She wanted the humiliation it seemed to Fuad, she was reveling in his giving it to her. Well he did not mind obliging her. As she felt the palm of his hand flat against her hotly grinding ass and the black finger immediately sank its full length into her hot tight rectal hole and began fucking in and out in time with the fucking thrusts of his cock in her cunt above, her first impression was of pain. Then the pain became pain-pleasure, then metamorphosed rapidly into pure pleasure. Abruptly she was attempting to skewer the rotating finger in to the hilt, shoving hard back with her soft white ass against it at the same time she strained upward to devour more of his rhythmically fucking cock deeper into her heaving belly.
Fuad, her black kidnapper, her guard, skewered deep up her open little asshole, his fucking finger feeling the hard-thrusting flesh of his own cock through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her rectum. Beneath him the white girl writhed in complete abandon. Her motions, together with her guttural croaks of delight and the tightness of her little cunt, pushed him over the edge of self control, and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away.
"Cum now!" he grunted, praying she would be so trained to him, she would obey. "I want you to cum right when I do. I'm going to cum inside of you, white girl. Inside of your little hot white belly. You are going to cum at the same time! Do it! Cum with me."
Hearing the obscene words, Daphne began grinding up and down on both finger and cock, her pink toes flexed and splayed out, her white tits heaving in and out beneath the dress halter, exposing them to his gaze each time she was fuck-battered by his rampaging black cock. Her jiggling shaking white ass bounced shamelessly and her legs were opening and flexing, lurching from side to side. Then her blue eyes opened wide in disbelief as she felt the first beginnings of her second powerful orgasm!
As he felt the slippery walls of her steaming cunt seeping the warm, sticky fluids of her climax, Fuad grunted and fucked her even deeper. With demoniacal strength, she shoved her hot little pelvis suddenly up from the bed, rotating her slightly bearded cunt lips around his hotly fucking black cock with renewed fury. Then she was screaming, "Yes, oh God! Yes! I'm cumming again. Oh, God, your making me cum on your black cock! I'm going to cum! Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum inside me!!!"
Her mouth and cunt both sucking furiously, Daphne convulsed beneath Fuad, her panting rasping breath breaking into great gasping sobs, her pussy clenching and unclenching, actually milking him, her pink pussy milking the black cock of her ravisher, trying to draw out and take the seed from his black balls into her womb, her asshole expanding and contracting around his already deeply imbedded finger as though she were trying to pull in finger, hand, wrist, and arm.
Spurred on by her continuing climax, her black jailer forced her legs up even higher over her head, her ankles on either side of her face, bending her in two, he fucked deeper up into her voraciously pulsating cunt and asshole, forcing her throbbing red crotch open even wider. He fucked into her as though his pelvis was an engine, suddenly running wide open and ready to explode at any second. Then he gasped as he felt the sudden, surging waves of his boiling white sperm shoot with a roar through the subterranean tunnel from balls to prick, and he was instantly lost in incredible sensuality as powerful surges of his creamy semen spewed deep into the hot dark heart of her womb, filling her hungrily contracting little belly to the bursting point. The walls of her cunt continued to work around his cock as if they were part and parcel of some wonderfully warm milking machine, squeezing, massaging, clasping, and unclasping to drain out every wonderful drop of his hotly cascading semen.
Her belly still rippling from the aftermath of her galactic upheaval, Daphne's wildly fucked young body suddenly fell back onto the bed. Never had she experienced such bliss! She was completely fulfilled! She was finally a well-fucked woman, a warm, feeling, experiencing woman! And the abject shame and guilt springing from her wanton promiscuity faded for a time into insignificance compared to the satiation which drifted over her like a warm comforting cocoon. Slowly, the cottony fog of weariness from drugs and alcohol began to overtake her again. And covered only with the black velvet of her new African lover, she fell into the deepest and most relaxing sleep she had, had for a long, long time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Daphne had no idea what time it was when she awoke. There were no windows in the room. She wondered if Fuad could lend his influence to getting her a window. He was, of course, gone, and she noticed that her dress had been smoothed down and one of the light blankets thrown on top of her. What a man he was! she thought dreamily. And to think that he was black! What crazy ideas had been planted in her head about the cruelty of black people when in reality they were the givers of so much pleasure! Well, they were likely as individual as white people, she reasoned. Some of them gave pleasure and some pain. She was ecstatic to have Fuad as her guard, though. If only... if only... the world understood! Daphne realized suddenly that she was honestly wishing she could go on seeing him after this was all over! Hussein said she would never see any of them again, and as she remembered his words, a sharp pain squeezed her heart. Not see Fuad again? After what they had, had together? Surely there was something the two of them could arrange. She saw no way she could go back to Geoffrey now. She couldn't actually marry a black man either, but at least they could see each other on the sly! And there were places, her mother had often mentioned with great disdain, where the two races married with no problem at all! Oh, goodness, how her imagination was running on! But suddenly she realized that she was very disappointed to wake up and find him gone!
How she would love to have a cup of coffee! What should she do about it? She would love a bath as well, but the coffee seemed a must. God, she must have slept for hours, and yet she didn't want to get up. Still, she dragged herself from the bed, her pussy was sore, and her legs felt stiff from being bent like she had been by Fuad for so long, she walked stiffly and went to the door and knocked. Perhaps Fuad was outside, and that raised her spirits considerably. She was just about to knock again when she heard the key turning in the lock. How disappointed she was to find a strange black face peering in, not Fuad, but a stockier man with an... an oilier appearance, it seemed to her, an ultra-fastidious man.
"Do... do you have some coffee?" she asked. The man frowned and nodded and locked the door again. She wondered if he intended to bring some. He had nodded his head affirmatively, and she guessed there was no reason to doubt his intentions, but now her nerves were beginning to come awake and make her restless. What in God's name had she allowed to happen last night? As she sat thinking about it on her bed, she realized with a shock, that what she had done was discard Geoffrey as easily as she might discard a dress that no longer fit. And she had also done the absolutely impossible. She had taken into her body a black man with whom she could no possibly get involved in any way except sexual. Not that she had, had much choice, but then she had lost it, she had become his willing sex partner, she had enjoyed it as much as he had! God, what would her mother say? What would any of her family say? Geoffrey, surely, would be furious and rightly so!
Yet she could not deny the incredible pleasure that the handsome black man had brought to her.
She knew she had lost all control and that this had led to paradise. As his face flashed through her mind rather vividly for the condition she had been in, she thought, he must be thinking of me! Extrasensory perception was all the rage in Daphne's age group. Yes, he is thinking of me, she told herself. But where is he? In spite of the fact that he had been an assigned jailer, Daphne soon convinced herself in her revelry that the handsome man had chosen her, for he could never have brought out the explosions and feelings he had without loving her! Oh God! If only... well, where was he?
Finally she heard the key in the lock again, and in spite of her request for coffee, she hoped that it was Fuad instead. Perhaps the over-dressed man was supposed to call her lover if she awoke! After all, she realized with a laugh at herself, Fuad had to sleep, too!
The man came in and locked the door behind him. He was carrying a small tray, and disappointed though she was because it was the same man instead of Fuad, she was at least happy to see the carafe of coffee although it looked almost black! He bowed and smiled politely and she mentally castigated herself for her unfair criticism of him earlier. He was very pleasant, and he had brought not only the coffee she requested but something in a covered dish as well.
"I am Muhammad, Daphne," the man introduced himself. "It is too early for the cook to prepare a breakfast. I took the liberty of warming some saffron rice and wat for you in case you are hungry."
"Thank you," she smiled warmly after all. She was indeed a little hungry and more of the new food she had experienced last night, even if warmed up, appealed strongly. "That's very thoughtful," she could not help adding. As he put the tray on her lap, she noticed a ready-roll of marijuana beside the plate. He saw her eyes travel to the cigarette and saw, too, her bewildered look.
"It's only just a little after midnight, you know," he explained. "You'll find you feel much better if you smoke it, while you are here. You'll be more relaxed. I thought it might help you sleep."
"Th... thank you," she stuttered uncertainly. Marijuana and drugs seemed to be a regular way of life among these people. They used them as easily as food or beverage. She said nothing more before pouring some of the coffee into the little handless cup he had brought. Strangely, the dark liquid that came from the neck of the carafe was almost as thick as molasses. He saw her hesitation and again knew what was on her mind without asking.
"This is Ethiopian coffee. It's all I could find in the kitchen..."
Daphne was game for anything once. She lifted the cover from the food next and the spicy aroma more than made up for other disappointments... well, almost!
"What happened to Fuad?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant.
"He... uh... he went home. He has a new little wife. Those of us who are single will stay on guard. There are enough of us."
Daphne ate mechanically, but she kept eating to hide her eyes which she knew were about to flood with tears if she did not use all the will power she had to prevent it. Her heart had sunk to the very bottom of her feet. How could he? How could he have made such beautiful love to her without any feeling, with his heart at home with a new wife? Then she remembered that even today, many of the black people made arranged marriages. Many never saw their spouses until the wedding day. That could explain his indulgence in an emotion that he could not share with his wife! Oh, bosh! she thought. How much better it was to simply forget the man! Forget him once and for all! What could come of such a relationship even if she were not married?
Without finishing her rice or wat, or touching the thick, strong looking coffee, Daphne put the joint to her lips and the overdressed Muhammad immediately leaned over and lit it for her, sitting himself then, beside her on the bed. Yes, her heart was broken. She couldn't deny it! But she was not going to stop living over one silly broken heart! Maybe she couldn't have Fuad and didn't want Geoffrey, but there were plenty of other men in the world!
The man beside her was smiling, watching her inhale the reefer deeply and hold it in her lungs. She had certainly misjudged him she thought as she continued to smoke and she thought to herself that she had misjudged all blacks all of her life. She had to learn to give people the benefit of the doubt, that's all there was to it!
She smiled back at the heavy man and he took the tray from her and placed it on that high chest of drawers she had noticed earlier. Now he was taking some of that white powder from a little vial which had a cap and a tiny little spoon on top. He filled the spoon with the white powder and put it to her nostril. She was about to object and pull away, but he held the back of her head.
"Don't fight it little one," he smiled, it will relax you, you need to relax while you are here." No she didn't want to fight him, she had not objected earlier to the white powder and she could think of no reason to do so now. On the other hand... Oh, if only it were not so difficult for her to make up her mind!
Before she had time to think more about it, he encircled his arm behind her head and pinched one nostril closed, keeping his other hand holding the spoon under her open nostril.
"Okay," he said, smiling. "Now, be a good girl and just inhale it sharply."
And she automatically obeyed, first one nostril and then he gave it to her in the other. Once again she felt that amazingly wonderful feeling she had experienced the night before, after dinner. She felt alive and aglow, euphoric, wonderful!
Muhammad took some of the cocaine for himself. She watched him her mind going dreamy again, thinking now, how he was after all, also very handsome. Perhaps she had misjudged him all around! Now she was suddenly finding herself strangely attracted to this man. Yet a warning voice inside told her there was something not right. Something not right about what she was feeling, and something was not right about him. But she didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her with less emotion than assessment in his eyes, the way he might look at a horse he was considering buying.
Muhammad looked at the pale beauty of the young white woman in front of him, and he wanted to possess her, the way he possessed the best suits he could buy. He had never possessed a white woman and this would be his chance. The white powder was a strong aphrodisiac for the white women, and he had given her twice what Fuad had given her earlier. If he read his signs properly, she and Fuad had already had a nice fuck session. He had lied to her about Fuad's wife of course, but what difference did that make? She was their prisoner and she was free game for all, he reasoned, even though he and Hussein did not see completely eye to eye on that idea. He reached out and took her soft white hand in his big black one, then raised his other hand to her face and ran his fingers through her soft light brown hair. What a totally different experience she was! His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was whispering in her ear.
"Daphne, I want you... so very much! I am going to fuck you now!"
The little Dutch girl began to squirm uncomfortably in his strong embrace, placing her tiny hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest, trying futilely to disentangled herself.
"Please, Muhammad, please don't take advantage of me!"
But the man paid her no attention and began to press his body against hers, leaning her back on the bed against the large pillow and grinding his loins tightly against the front of the light halter dress she was wearing. Daphne's blue eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly, and the inexperienced young woman made a concentrated effort to gain control of the rapidly disintegrating situation.
With Fuad it had been different, she reasoned. She had felt something, an attraction for that hypocritical young man. She had admitted to herself that she had actually cared about him. But she could not go through with this! What was happening to her all of a sudden?
Angrily she gasped and attempted to struggle away from the stiff poker-like bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen, all too evident even through the layers of clothing they both wore. Above her, Muhammad's implacable smile seemed to her to widen with an unbearable arrogance, as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against the unyielding bed.
"Muhammad, for heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" she cried out. Distress was evident on every feature of her beseeching face as she looked up at the dark-skinned man. "You must be crazy! I don't want this! I don't want to be manhandled! Please! Stop it!"
"And tell me little one, who's the prisoner around here?" he asked. "And who is the master?"
Her heart sank. Again she had forgotten the circumstances. Her words were clearly going to have no effect whatever on the lewdly grinning black man or on the pulsing rod of black flesh that was straining against her white belly.
"Come on, my little white dove," he pleaded harshly at her. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why do you fight it?"
"I do not want it! I don't!" she moaned squirming beneath him, and at the same time she sensed that her words lacked conviction. Her body was giving her a strange message that belied the words. Oh God! What had come over her? Going from a proper, if somewhat cold, bride-to-be, she was now becoming absolutely promiscuous! The drugs! It had to be the drugs they kept giving her before they had sex with her! Oh, but they felt so good... but it was so wrong! It had to be. It was against everything she had ever been taught or believed in.
Suddenly she realized that Muhammad was drawing her into a heady, clinging embrace and was whispering wetly into her shell-like ear. "You are driving me wild," he cooed softly. "I was watching you at the evening meal and envying that other guard!" He would not mention his rival's name! "I've wanted to fuck you so badly! And I intend to!"
"D... don't even talk like that!" she groaned, frightened by his boldness. "You're just saying that because you're high on dope!"
"No, we don't get that high. Only the white people like you, don't know how to live with drugs," he murmured.
"What do you mean?" she could not help asking, she was so puzzled.
"The white people use drugs with which to solve their problems and it only makes their problems worse. The drugs effect them more, they are more sensitive to them, they become enslaved to the drugs. We use drugs only for our added pleasure, never when we are depressed, and they make our pleasures better!"
Before she could find the breath to continue the conversation, she felt the warm moistness of his thick, loose lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered obscenely deep into her wet mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
The reluctant prisoner knew that this black man's firm manly body felt good pressed against her white one, its sinewy savage strength beating against the supple roundness of her creamy tits. Instinctively her aroused young body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Yet she was overcome by an almost uncontrollable desire to shout yes! to him! Her body was trying to control what her mind rebelled horribly against. The small part of her mind left in control, however, no longer knew who she was or what she even wanted.
"Oh God, Muhammad, please let me off," she whimpered as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what would become of her if she followed the impulses of her body alone, Daphne clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to push him away.
"NO! No more! Please, you have to let me go! I can't keep doing these things! I'm engaged!"
"All right! All right," he muttered, sitting up and backing off. "I'm very sorry," he apologized. "You are a beautiful young woman and I... I could force you, you know. You are our prisoner, and I can easily do it, but I won't." He smiled kindly once more. "Here, though, before I 'let you off,' as you say, you must have another toot, just to show me that there are no hard feelings between us." He took out the little bottle and pushed the little silver spoon when it was filled, up against her unprotesting nose, and in spite of her intuitive instinct to rebel against the drugs, she looked at him with hesitation but she obediently inhaled for him. He then refilled the spoon and gave her more of the drug.
Now she sat watching him do the same, but she noticed he only took a small amount of it, much less than he had given her. As she sat there, the drug running through her small white body, she suddenly felt the euphoria taking over her and he suddenly seemed very beautiful to her, he seemed almost like a fine painting.
Muhammad was an expert on the effects of many drugs, like a lot of his brother Matebele, and he watched her closely, waiting, noticing the rapid change that was coming over her.
"Stand up a minute, my little white dove," he said after a minute or two, speaking very, very softly, almost hypnotically so as not to break the delicate mood.
She obeyed, moving as if in a trance. He stared at the full ripe contours of her white body only partially hidden by the thin material of her little summer dress.
"Now, since I was kind enough not to take advantage of you, you will do a little strip for me. No harm in that is there? No, of course not! Take off your clothes for me, very slowly. The dress first," he ordered softly, in the tone of a man commanding a half-trained wild animal that could, at any minute, turn on him. Indeed, he could get into a little trouble with Hussein if she complained too much about being assaulted, but of course, when he was through, she would not tell. He had an ace up his sleeve as Fuad was always saying. It was one of his crazy American sayings brought back from Harvard.
Meanwhile, without thinking about what she was doing, Daphne mindlessly acted a role before her captor as if she was in a movie. Almost hypnotized by the clever older black man, she lifted the hem of her little summer dress over her head and stood there in her skimpy bra and panties before him. He ordered her to turn for him, to model and pose, making her bend over and touch her toes, to squat and spread apart her thighs. His eyes were wide and bright, sweeping up and down the curvaceous, shapely form of her voluptuous white body, taking note of the tiny lace bikini panties, her well-rounded calves, full white thighs, the smooth curved spheres of her white young asscheeks.
"Now take off your bra. Do it slowly, so we can both enjoy it," he continued.
Muhammad watched as she put her long slender arms in back of her, causing her proud, full white tits to protrude even further, and unfastened the bra snap. The undergarment clung loosely to the magnificent creamy globes for a moment before she hunched her shoulders together and removed it altogether. The heavy set black man drew in his breath. She was quite all right! Her firmly rising young tits were better than almost any he'd seen. They were rather big, the nipples large and prominent, but perfect, he thought, staring at the milk white mounds of succulent tit-flesh, looking even whiter when he held out his dark black hand against them. The areolas were the size of brown half dollar pieces and the nipples were stiff and stood out easily to the size of pencil erasers.
He walked up to her and reached out again to touch them, rolling the fat nipple between his fingers, and she instantly felt a flash of excitement between her legs.
How strange, she thought. It amazed her to think that she was standing almost naked before a black man she hardly even knew, a man responsible for her being held against her will. Yet she seemed unable to worry about that, able only to feel the wonderful sensations running all over her whenever he touched her!
Muhammad could see beneath her skimpy panties the swelling bulge of her pouting young pubic mound and a lace-work of light brown shadow where her pubic hair grew in sparse little curls between her thighs.
It was as though she were watching a movie when Muhammad removed first his trim white suit, coat and pants, and then his shorts to reveal his huge, lust-engorged cock jutting out above his tremendous black thighs!
"Come here to me," he said sternly, hoarsely, his voice a croak of feral lust.
Still feeling as though she were watching some kind of film that was too erotic to believe, Daphne slinked across the floor until she was just a foot away.
"Okay, baby. Now blow it," Muhammad said happily.
Daphne, the innocent, almost-virgin, was confused. Was he letting her go? Her heartbeat increased with happiness. Was she to leave? She started moving toward the door.
Muhammad, though, saw her look of initial incomprehension and chuckling to himself, realized that she did not understand the expression. "Come back here to me baby. You mean you've never given anyone a blow job before?" he asked, almost incredulously.
"What... what is a blow job?" she asked wide-eyed and innocently.
The big black man wanted to laugh, but he dared not, and risk ruining her dazed compliance. This was certainly turning into an amusing experience, he thought. But her innocence was making it all the better, for he would be the first man ever to spew his hot load of cum down her lovely pale throat.
"What I want is for you to suck my cock," he explained to her.
Daphne was shocked again, yet there was something in the stern look in his eye, in the tense, no nonsense waiting of his wire if heavy body, that made her afraid now to tell him no. She didn't think she could refuse him and get away with it. And, as she looked at his hot pulsing shaft, she inexplicably began to be wildly excited by the idea of putting the throbbing black rod into her mouth. It was so forbidden, so wrong, and yet the idea of it was so exciting! But God! If Fuad could see her now! Or Geoffrey! Or whoever it was she cared about! She was so confused by now, she wasn't sure who she loved or cared about, or who loved or cared for her, she wasn't sure there was anyone!
"What are you waiting for, little white dove," he was purring. "You need to get started. Come here and kneel in front of me. I promise you will enjoy it."
He watched her, saw the scared frightened look in her eyes, the reluctance to do the act, and her final resignation to the distasteful task. He watched with amusement as she moved slowly up to him. He didn't take his eyes from her almost naked white body as she finally kneeled, embarrassed and completely self-conscious before him. The sight of that beautiful fleecy cuntal triangle between her long legs, the firm white globes of her ass, and the incredible lushness of her upper fleshy white thighs almost drove Muhammad insane now. He couldn't recall ever seeing such a luscious body before, and the knowledge that his was the first prick she had ever taken into her little pouting mouth made him wild with desire.
"Crawl up between my legs," he ordered gruffly. "All right now, white girl," he said, his voice thick with passion, "give it a little kiss to get started, then you may lick it a bit to get it nice and wet so it goes in easier, now just wrap your hot little lips around my prick and start sucking me."
He watched amused, as she grimaced a bit and then pouting out her full lips, she kissed him timidly. Her pink tongue came out slowly and she gave him three or four slow, liquidy laps to the head of his shiny prick.
He took one hand and pressed it gently but firmly onto the top of her head, letting her know there was no refusing him, forcing her ovaling mouth downward over his hardened blood-filled cock.
Resisting for only a split second, Daphne opened her full mouth and moved her head forward, looking intently at his huge black prick. It looked even larger than it had from a distance. In the center of the glossy black, mushroom head was his gaping peehole where, just as she began to envelope the crown, a large white pearl of seminal fluid had suddenly oozed to the surface. The trunk of his black prick was throbbing lewdly in undisguised lust. The head entered her mouth, filling it.
But now, the effects of the drug were beginning to wear off a bit. No, she thought. No, I can't go through with this, this horrible, wild, sexually wicked act! No matter what they do to me, I don't-have to do this! Yet his powerful arms now held her head firmly between them and the huge bulbous tip of his black cock fucked slowly up between her rounded ovaled lips. She could feel the smooth spongy bluntness of the head sliding the entire length of her wet tongue, coming to rest far, far back in her devouring throat. Then he began to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth with short powerful little strokes.
Muhammad began to undulate his pelvis even more, sliding his big hard prick lewdly in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head just inside the warm, soft grotto of her wetly enveloping mouth. Daphne could taste the flowing pre-cum wetting down the inside of her mouth, coating her tongue with the acrid slime. She made another weak effort to twist her nakedness away from him, to pull back, but she could not do it. She was driven by some inexplicable desire to let him fuck her in the mouth.
The heavy set black man stared down with lewd delight at the laboring subjugated figure of the young white woman. The sight of his glossy black cock fucking in and out between her full, ovaled round lips, her obscenely stuffed mouth, the pink pouting lips of an abjectly kneeling white woman, drove him into a frenzy. In spite of her gagged and choked protests, he began shoving forward even more forcefully, raising his heavy muscular ass and thrusting forward brutally with all his strength. He held her head tighter with each powerful stroke as the swollen head of his bloated cock rhythmically fucked back against her tonsils. He delighted watching her tender, buttery pink lips clasping tighter and tighter around the black trunk as her mouth muscles worked out their soft, warm pleasure on him.
"Suck it harder, white girl," he muttered hoarsely. "Suck! Suck it!"
She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened black rod imbedded in her mouth as if in a trance, and she created a strong vacuum that brought a low moan almost of pain from the African man. She was salivating richly now and the black cock slicked in and out in an almost effortless mouth-fuck. She sucked, then licked around the head, using her tongue, her teeth, acting automatically, instinctively, knowing by the grunts and low animal groans what was pleasurable to him and what was not.
Yet it was not the same for Daphne as it had been with Fuad. This was more like a pure rape, or even like with Geoffrey! She wanted to stop, not continue. She felt she had to stop and bring her body under the control of her mind once more, but it seemed a losing battle. She could feel new warmth in her little pink cunt, a hot, wet flooding up between her nakedly exposed white thighs, and the knowledge that she was becoming aroused caused her even more distress. But as she tried to find the strength to pull away, she only felt his black loins press harder into her face, his tight hard stomach pressing against her perspiring forehead. His black hands gripped her hard behind the head, pulling it forward as though he were attempting to shove his cock all the way down her thirstily gulping throat and into her white belly.
"Suck harder! I'm cumming soon, white girl!" he bellowed. Then suddenly he was cumming in torrents into her mouth and she was choking on his cum. She swallowed once or twice, before she surprised him by suddenly finding the strength to pull away and he stood there, his hand quickly going to his cock and pulling, pulling as the remainder of his hot thick cum spurted creamily from his hard black prick. He aimed it, spraying it all over her upturned white face and naked white tits, pulsating waves of heated liquid cum, roaring out in torrents from his black testicles and seminal ducts to flood her naked flesh with its white-hot wetness and stickiness. When he finally finished he was boiling over with fury, for her having gotten away with having to swallow his entire load, but he only said;
"You will keep quiet about this, white girl, I will visit you again, you can be sure. But this is between you and I! If Hussein hears about this," he threatened, "he will also hear about you and Fuad, and it will go far less pleasant with Fuad than with me because he was the first to have you..." With that, he quickly put on his clothes and left her, kneeling on the floor, mopping the streams of his thick cum from her face with the end of her bed sheet.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Daphne Van Loeb awoke again, she had no idea whether it was morning or when in the day or night it was. Not to have a window was extremely depressing. She felt in her throat as if she had been crying though she knew she had not, and an enormous sadness and depression overcame her. She forced herself up off the bed in spite of the fact that her body still felt terribly weary. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were in rebellion. Yet she was hungry and even yearned for that strange dark coffee she had not dared drink sometime in the night when that Muhammad was with her. Oh God, was she going to be forced to submit to that man again? He had said he would come back again for her! Apparently what he had done, forcing her, was at least partly against rules set down by Hussein because she recalled his threat that if she told on him, she would get Fuad in trouble, too. Well, why should she worry about Fuad? What business had he making love to her, a newly married man! Still, deep in her heart, she knew she would not speak and risk getting her first black lover in trouble. With him, it had been for the most part, a mutual thing. And, despite herself, she had enjoyed most of it. It was not fair that he be punished in any way.
Suddenly she heard the key turn gently in the lock again, and she froze. Immediately she jumped into the bed and pulled the blankets over her although she was still dressed in her little halter dress! But it was a woman who came in, an enormous, smiling black woman, who seemed to have no bottom teeth. She had with her a tray and a towel slung over one arm. She spoke brokenly, but decipherably.
"You want wash?" she asked. "New dress?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Daphne almost cried in her relief.
The grinning woman put the tray down on the end of the bed, and Daphne was tempted to peek under the cover on the dish to see what her breakfast would be. But thoroughly trained by her mother as a non-peeker on birthdays and at Christmas, she resisted the impulse, knowing it was more pleasant to look forward to finding out. She followed the large woman to a small bath where the water had already been drawn and it was hot enough to make her grit her teeth when she stepped in. The smiling woman immediately attacked her with a kind of hard sponge and sweet smelling soap. After she had turned thoroughly pink, she relaxed a few moments before getting out, and a strange suspicion crossed her mind. She had believed Muhammad when he told her that Fuad was married. What if he was lying? He certainly was not an ethical man. He had drugged her heavily to have sex with her after all. Perhaps this smiling woman knew.
"What happened to Fuad?" she asked the jovial woman, who was sitting on a straight chair, waiting for her to finish soaking.
"Fuad? Fuad still here. He here," the woman told her.
"Is he married?" the suspicious white girl asked. "Does he have a new wife?"
"Noooooo!" the woman answered, laughing. "He go school. Much time."
Daphne didn't know whether she was furious, or relieved, or why she should be concerned about being either. She was relieved, yes, to think that Fuad had not been cheating on his wife for a mere sexual fling, and she was furious at Muhammad for lying because she might have screamed for help had she not been partly suppressed by his lie! But was her new information better for her or worse? After all, they had, had their time together and realistically, that was all they could ever have.
When she rose from the tub, the big woman jumped up and wrapped a towel around her. Then she was dressed in a simple white cotton dress with a colorful band around the bottom of the skirt, which almost reached her ankles. Back to the little room she went, without thinking of it as a prison at all, but as a breakfast room. She poured herself some of the thick coffee gratefully. It was not bad at all. In fact, it tasted wonderful. Now she took the cover from the dish, half expecting more warmed up wat, but instead she found a heavy round of raised bread and a bowl of gari foto with kidney beans. Well, it wasn't exactly scrambled ostrich egg, her favorite. The natives mixed manioc meal and tomatoes with the egg to make gari foto, and she was so hungry that it couldn't have tasted better.
The woman sat on the end of the bed while she ate, and Daphne, as she felt better, tried to piece together all that had happened while she was under the influence of the drugs. She remembered eating the evening before, and strangely, she thought she remembered Jayne with her hand under Daphne's panties, but that had to be her imagination. Why would Jayne do such a thing? She had, had both marijuana and cocaine and that delicious fruity alcohol. Fuad had taken her into this room. But how did they start making love? They had simply wanted to, she finally reasoned. She could not remember his forcing he to submit to the oral sex that had been her undoing! She knew only that she had felt euphoric and so, she reasoned, had he, no doubt. Then murkily, as if seen through a deep impenetrable fog, she saw the vague outlines of Fuad's black kinky hair as his head bobbed between her widespread white thighs! Had she really allowed him to do that? She had never allowed Geoffrey such a privilege! No, that part had to be part of a nightmare, a wild perverted dream, that could not have happened.
She knew he had fucked her. There was no denying the soreness between her legs and the heavy male cum matting her pubic hair and upper thighs when she bathed. Yes, she could actually feel the soreness in her pink cunt, as though it had been terribly stretched and a slight discomfort in her rectum, also, where his finger had fucked its way deep into her asshole. Then there was Muhammad! God! She had not had only one total black stranger pushing his ebony prick into her little cunt, but another one pushing his blood-engorged black cock into her mouth! Would she ever free herself from the memory of such promiscuity? And it had been enjoyable, not repugnant! She knew it had been! Deeply ashamed, she could not control the tears that spilled forth from her eyes. Her heart began pounding rapidly, beating painfully against her rib cage. Another thought hit her with all the suddenness of a lightning bolt. What if she got pregnant? She could tell people they had raped her! She would have to! Yet, that wasn't really very fair. Oh, God!
The thought of pregnancy, of bringing a coal-black baby into the world made her freeze, but she quickly calculated when her period was due and realized that it would be only a couple of days. It seemed to her that was a safe period, but who could ever be sure? The slow welling up of tears became a torrent again when she thought of the possibility of bearing a black child. Just as she looked up, the big woman, seated on the end of the bed, concerned look on her face, started to stand.
"Why?" she asked simply.
What could Daphne say? She couldn't tell the woman she was concerned about what she had been doing sexually, or that she thought she might get pregnant by one of the black men! She said the first thing that came into her mind. "Where's my friend?" she asked.
The woman said nothing else, but left the room, locking the door behind her. The tears came more freely then. They did not subside, it seemed, for five or ten minutes, deep, heart-rending, convulsive sobs of shame and humiliation She had a clear picture of Geoffrey walking into the room, putting his arm lovingly around her waist and kissing her softly and then standing back suddenly because he could tell! Even if she didn't tell him, she knew he would be able to tell. She was nothing more than a whore! Worse than a whore because she had given to others, to blacks, what she would not give her own white fianc�! Oh God, she couldn't even trust herself! She was an easily corruptible child. Oh, if only she could run to Geoffrey, run into his arms and confess it all! He would understand...
But then she felt a strange thing happen. She felt the arms comforting her warmly and strongly and she saw compassion and concern but not in Geoffrey's eyes! It was Fuad who would understand. No, Geoffrey could never be told. He could never know she had lain with a black, had sucked off another, dear God, he could never know any of that!
It was Fuad's black arms she felt, his compassion and understanding. She flushed as she remembered his rain of kisses across, her naked white abdomen and soft inner thighs, his tantalizing tongue licking wetly and fucking. And oh, his cock! Once again her heart speeded up its tempo and her breath lost some of its regularity. She wished she had her purse so that she could look into her own eyes. What a maturing, deepening effect even the memory of that man had on her! It was as though she had grown up into adulthood in the course of a single experience. He had certainly been an expert at awakening her latent sensual hungers.
Perhaps she was finding her true self. She felt more capable somehow, more womanly, more beautiful. She felt like an ornament, but hardly a useless one as she had often felt before in her life. She wanted to cook and take care of a home, no, be a home, a vessel for some wonderful man! And she was no longer sure that man was Geoffrey Handle! Again her mind turned to Fuad. She remembered well and clearly her own exhortations as Fuad's wonderful black prick had fucked her, thrusting in her, pulling out, thrusting in again! She could almost feel it now! She moaned low in her throat and felt her heart respond once more to the mental stimulus of love-making. There was a soft urgent tingling between her fleshy thighs, a feeling of wantonness that brought a flush to her face. Her pink nipples, she noticed, were fully erect. She might be able to get rid of her bodily aches if she could have some aspirin, but there was no medicine that would cure or alleviate this sudden intense excitement... not a bottle anyway! She couldn't tell how much of it was caused by the thought of pleasurable sex with Fuad and how much was a leftover glow from her drug and alcohol high.
Then she thought of something, and reached for the tray with her dish. Sure enough! They had supplied her with another marijuana cigarette! She never wondered why they might be giving her the drugs, it never even occurred to her. She only felt a thrill of excitement rush through her young body as she picked up the joint of marijuana. And then, as if compelled by an irrational desire to re-experience the strangeness of the previous evening, to bring back, perhaps, the most wonderful man she had ever known, she found a pack of matches conveniently there, too, and lit one end of the ready-rolled cigarette. She took a deep drag as she had been shown how to do, a "toke" she, had heard them call it, and held the smoke in her lungs as long as she could. She smoked halfway through it then realized she was already very, very high. She looked about the now familiar room and noticed things she had not seen the night before or this morning, mostly faces and designs in the knotholes and scars of the old wooden walls. She kicked off her sandals and each one hit the floor with a clarity of sound she had never experienced. When she lay back on the bed, the squeak of the springs sounded like musical instruments. Wow! This drug was really wonderful! Why were they providing her with so much of it? After all, she was only their prisoner! She must be a very special prisoner to them, she smiled to herself. Somehow the word prisoner had not yet taken on a sense of reality, with the possible exception of her experience with Muhammad! With him she had enjoyed the idea of being his captive!
Suddenly, the big woman was back, and close behind her came Jayne, dressed in the same kind of dress Daphne was wearing except that Jayne's had fine green pin stripes running vertically. As she entered she saw Daphne's eyes on her dress.
"I know! I know!" she grinned. "I look like a flour bag."
Daphne jumped off the bed and flew into her friend's arms and then started laughing uncontrollably. The big woman took her tray and left. After Daphne had calmed down, Jayne pulled her down onto the bed. Daphne was trying to put the cigarette into her mouth all the way down. And then after she took her drag, she offered it to her friend.
"Well, well, well," Jayne smiled broadly. "Prison certainly agrees with you. I was supposed to come in here and cheer you up? What were they talking about? Don't tell me you fooled them into thinking you needed me!"
"Sure I did," Daphne said, impatiently waiting for Jayne to finish her drag.
"I don't even have to ask if you're stoned," Jayne commented with some surprise. "I didn't think you would touch it, but I can see you've become a pro overnight! Then again, that black buck of yours has probably been feeding it to you like mine does to me!"
"Well, I...I," she stammered and then giggled again. "Yeah," Daphne finally said and let out a deep sigh.
Jayne's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Well, Daphne, you certainly learn fast. How much did you learn with that handsome African jailer of yours? He looked as though he would be some fuck!" It was a shot in the dark. Jayne could not help wondering if Daphne had thrown out her deep prejudices against black men, and sex too, as well as marijuana and any drugs for that matter.
"Oh... uh..." Daphne began stammering. "Do you mean like..."
"Oh, come on, Daphne. Don't be coy! I know damn well he balled you last night, there was no way he was going to let you off, any more than mine would have let me off, and don't ask me what I'm talking about!"
"How do you know that? We did no such thing!"
"Oh, don't be an idiot. I've already told you mine balled me! I've always told you when I had a sexual tryst!"
That was true. Jayne had always confided her love affairs, not just to Daphne, but to all her friends.
"Yeah, he, b-balled me. It was pretty great," Daphne admitted.
"Is he really hung the way he looks?"
"W...what?"
"Is he... uh... a good size?"
"Oh, yeah! Oh, my God, Jayne," and then Daphne couldn't believe the next words she heard tumble from her lips. "He's got the biggest... h-he has got a big gorgeous black cock, all right..."
"What color was it on the head? I never balled a black guy before my own guard laid me last night," Jayne asked, almost as innocently as though they were talking about the artistic merits of some great work of art.
Daphne blushed and tried to remember. "Purplish black, and then it gets darker."
It was Jayne's turn to laugh. "You sure are getting observant."
Daphne interrupted her. "And, oh God, I came twice when he was fucking me!" Daphne couldn't resist now sharing her happiness with her friend and getting a little courageously lewd about it.
"Far out! All right!" And Jayne felt a pang of jealousy. The young boy who had chaperoned her all night had been the goody-goody kind and even though he had forced her onto the bed, he had done it quickly and guiltily. He later made it clear that she better not say anything to get him in trouble, or he would fix her good. There were apparently orders by Hussein against upsetting the girls too much, and having non-consensual sex with the prisoners was not something he really wanted them to do if they could avoid it. They were supposed to seduce the white girls first if they wanted to have sex with them.
Well, at least if he had not been a good lover, she had still managed to make one haul, and it looked as though her newly sexually-awakened girlfriend was exactly the person to share it with. From out of her sleeve, she pulled one of those little vials with the spoon.
"Oooohhhhhh," Daphne cooed. "That stuff is great! It made me feel so good last night! Where did you get it?" she whispered.
"Picked a guy's pocket, where else?" her friend said, careful not to laugh as she felt she wanted to because she was placing the white cocaine into the little spoon.
Soon both young white girls were quite high, and for a long time lay back rather cramped on the small bed, letting their cares dissolve in a mist of drugs.
"Daphne?" As if from a great distance, a voice, a softly feminine voice floated to her ears. "Daphne, I've always cared a great deal for you, you know."
Daphne was cognizant now, but as if in a dream, her ears picked up a strange note in her best friend's voice.
Jayne Van der Veen looked down at the lovely brownette who had been her friend since childhood. Daphne's dress was raised already well above her knees and carefully, Jayne raised it further. To Daphne, the loose blousiness of the dress rising slowly over her body was like the gentle waves that she remembered from a visit to the ocean with her parents. Now Jayne had pulled it all the way up so that the young woman's body was fully exposed. Her brown hair fanned out behind her head and was matched by the soft brown triangle between her legs. Jayne let her eyes wander with fond admiration down to her girl friend's taut, full tits, with their plum dark nipples like burnished accents on the soft skin, and she felt her own tits swelling in response. Then she gazed rapturously along Daphne's smooth flat belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling pubic hair lay nestled softly between the ivory warmth of her full thighs and shadowed the pink flesh of her cuntal lips.
Suddenly Jayne knew why she had always stood for Daphne despite her silliness and lack of sophistication. Daphne had always seemed to her, even back in school, the most desirable woman she had ever seen. Jayne was a total libertine and took her pleasure where she could find it. She had valiantly tried to keep away from her friend, terrified to shatter her fragile sense of well-being as well as to expose herself openly in a society that would tolerate no such deviation as a lesbian! But at times the frustration had been almost insurmountable. Oh, yes, Jayne loved to fuck a man. She loved a big hard cock throbbing deep up inside her, but she wanted everything in this life, every pleasure available, and she also loved the warmth and softness of another woman's body, the thrill of touching another woman's round full tits. The pleasure of stroking a woman's creamy smooth skin and kissing the trembling wetness between their thighs was a pleasure comparable to no other.
Now, seated on the bed beside her friend, she smiled down at her half-naked body. The heavily breathing redhead could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her tiny clitoris hardening with mounting desire, the nipples of her throbbing tits tingling against the soft material of her dress, and she moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how she could gently bring Daphne to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how to do. And Lord! With the opportunity spread naked before her, how on earth could she resist the temptation to try?
"Daphne," Jayne's lips moved again as she tried to form words.
Daphne felt her friend move closer to her.
"Daphne, it's so good to see you happy! I mean, really happy! When we get back now, we'll have a really good time together. I'll introduce you to some real fun men!" But then the lascivious redhead noticed that there were tears now in her friend's eyes. She knew that the ups and downs Daphne was suffering had less to do with any real problems than with the effects of the drugs the men had been giving her, but she changed her approach to meet Daphne's mood.
"I don't like seeing you so upset," Jayne said in sympathetic concern. "It hurts me to see you so distraught and upset. Tell me what's the matter, Daphne. Maybe I can help."
Daphne shook her head dazedly, "N... no, I can't..." she whispered. "I can't do that!"
"It's not very healthy to keep it bottled up inside of you," the redhead urged. "It'll only make things worse. You have to learn to let go of your pain."
Daphne could now feel her tears brimming in her eyes and trickling down over her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Jayne moving even closer to her, and she could hazily sense the other woman smoothing the silken strands of her long light brown hair.
"There, there!" she heard a softly cooing voice close to her ear. "It can't be as bad as all that!"
A small lewd smile curved along Jayne's slightly freckled face as she stroked her friend's soft hand and hair.
"I'll rub your head a little, Daphne. I'll rub your head and arms and help you relax. That will make you feel better. Now just slip out of your dress. That's it. Let me help you get your arms out of the sleeves. There! You're so beautiful, Daphne, with such a lovely firm body! I've always been so happy to be your friend."
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn," Daphne sighed, her tears ceasing and her mind only half listening to her friend's velvet-soft voice filtering like threads of music. She could feel Jayne's soothing fingertips massaging around her forehead and temples, and a calming euphoria began to flow through her tattered nerves. It did feel good, so pleasant and nice!
Jayne, however, could no longer fight the desperate urges burning through her vibrant flesh. Taking one hand away from Daphne's fevered brow, she reached up and wriggled out of her own dress, exposing her own firm curvaceous body. Her red hair hung straight down her back, framing her exotic face, with its blue-gray eyes and full lips. Her full round tits beat with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright despite their size. As she inched closer to the brown-haired woman lying supine and unaware beside her, she stretched open the rounded cuntal lips between her long, slender thighs, showing their pink fleshy smoothness and the little swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the thick growth of her red pussy hair, Jayne's cuntal crack seemed to be twitching with prurient expectancy, swelling with anticipatory arousal and moistening with desire. Trembling now, the redhead reached out with her hand and gently stroked one of Daphne's firmly rounded tits, pausing to tease the dark nipple with a practiced feminine touch.
"J... Jayne? What are you doing?" Daphne, still in another world from the drugs, felt almost helpless on the bed. A dry, almost strangling lump began to form in her throat as only dimly, she comprehended that her best friend was no longer massaging her throbbing temples, but was cupping her tit with an unmistakable intent.
Jayne whispered seductively, "Trust me, Daphne. I know what you need, dear. You need what no man can give you, only a woman. You need understanding, Daphne, understanding and a different kind of love. Not the violent, painful love of a man, but a gentle love, without pain. Wouldn't you like to be loved that way?"
In stunned disbelief, Daphne trembled, unable to understand what had possessed her oldest friend to act so obscenely. She lay unable to move as though her mind was bereft of power to repel the intimate caresses which were both exciting and shocking at the same time. She heard a warning bell toll distantly in the back of her drugged and confused mind, telling her this was evil, yet the arousing tendrils of delicious sensations that were flowing through her nakedly exposed white flesh seemed to overwhelm her unwilling thoughts.
"You're so pretty," Jayne sighed wetly into her ear. "I've thought so ever since we were little children and I watched you undressing, but I didn't tell you I was watching. I didn't dare tell you. But now I'm free and so are you. Our prison has made us free, Daphne. Let me show you about loving that really makes you feel good."
Jayne's hands squeezed her friend's tits tenderly and she leaned over closer. Daphne found she could not move as the redhead's lips closed tightly over her own, gently at first so she could feel the full moistness of Jayne's mouth, and then more firmly She sensed her own lips beginning to involuntarily relax under the sensitive pressure, and than as Jayne's pink tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Daphne seemed to submit gradually to the thrilling new sensations. She let her half-naked body follow up, rubbing against the other woman, her warmly pulsing loins undulating with building desire. Jayne stretched out on the bed beside Daphne then, moving hard against her while feeling her own passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand continued to massage her full firm tits with a woman's special gentleness, while Daphne responded unwittingly to the horribly fascinating and stimulating attentions.
The young bride-to-be felt her frustrated body smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of her two escapades with men, and she closed her eyes and trembled all over from the slowly growing yearnings filtering through her flesh. The small, caressing fingers crept over her tits and around her tautly tingling nipples like taunting feathers, teasing her to respond to the point where any resistance would disappear.
Jayne rubbed her own nakedly voluptuous body with one hand and slowly fondled Daphne with the other. Then, naked, she leaned over so their tits met and crushed electrically against one another. Daphne felt her friend's thigh raise and one slender shapely leg twine eagerly about her hip until the soft curls of Jayne's red pubic hair brushed with warm invitation against her own pulsating cuntal slit. One of the hands squeezed her tits then slipped around and moved down to her firmly rounded asscheeks, pulling them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive asshole with a middle finger. Then Jayne began slithering down slowly over Daphne's quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brownette's unconsciously spreading thighs.
As her oldest and dearest girl friend started softly kissing her naked thighs, Daphne's breath caught in her chest. She tried to stop Jayne from inching her legs still farther apart, but it was as if her drunken and desire-ridden flesh would not obey her vainly protesting mind. Horrified, she looked down to see that her white thighs were now splayed nakedly open in wide defenseless surrender to whatever Jayne wished to do.
Daphne could offer no effective resistance at all as the other woman bent obscenely between her open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt Jayne's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her cunt and allowing the warm air of her little prison to brush against her there. Jayne's tongue flicked wetly forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny throbbing of her clitoris, causing it to spring involuntarily into trembling hardness. Before the terrified young woman could summon the strength to resist this new debasement, her friend spread the swollen lips of Daphne's cunt still wider and fucked her wetly teasing tongue deep into the moist, unconsciously pulsating walls of the confused bride-to-be's cunt.
But the unexpectedly searing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt brought a long low moan of undisguised horror from Daphne's parted lips. "No! Oh, no, it's wrong, Jayne! No!" she groaned over and over to herself as Jayne's tongue speared obscenely in and out of the unwantedly dilating lips of her pussy. In spite of her shame and horror and the lewd and sinful things being done to her defenseless loins, more wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down inside her passion-dazed body. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded tits juggled slightly from the salacious buffeting she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut in her old stubborn habit but no one was watching. She bared her lips back over her teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up from the tight, fleshy slit of her silk-smooth cunt.
"Stop it! Oooohhh, Jayne, please stop it!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her ass back down from the hotly flicking teasing tongue that fucked without mercy inside her nakedly splayed cuntal hole. But the combination of the marijuana and cocaine and the delicious passion being produced by the older woman's tongue and lips were enough to keep the disturbed and aroused woman just beyond complete resistance. After all the pain she had experienced over Muhammad and her other conflicts and the guilt and shame festering from her lewd behavior, her naked flesh was defensively willing to allow the erotic stimulations to dominate her weakening resistance.
Jayne could sense the gathering surrender, and with a satisfied grin, the vivacious redhead fucked her wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of Daphne's involuntarily welcoming cunt. The more experienced woman then moved her own body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly to the brown-haired woman's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a hunched position over Daphne's contorted face. She began to orally fuck her yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into the dilating, clasping channel, and reveling in the unintelligible sounds the bride-to-be was whimpering beneath her obscene ministrations. Jayne licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Daphne's pubic curls graze tantalizingly against her nose and cheeks.
Unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Jayne's face, Daphne moaned with mounting desire. Her wavering thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, passed with the shivers of uncontained hunger and she drew her thighs wider apart to give Jayne freer access to the wetly trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. She found that despite her aversion, she was clutching her friend's slender asscheeks with almost spastic strength, and her face was tangled in the red wisps of Jayne's pubic hair. Ripples of shame and abhorrence coursed through her defenseless body, and her mind rebelled at returning the liquid caresses she was so ardently accepting. I can't do it! I can't do this, too, after everything else I've done, she cried to herself.
But Daphne's reluctance was irresistibly overridden by the inundation of sensuality and excitement. Her lips and tongue tentatively fucked into the cleft of Jayne's soft cuntal slit, and she inhaled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from the heated loins hovering just above her face. Her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's lewd mouthings and the arousal of her own depraved actions, and after a short second of hesitation, her head began to oscillate slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking the tender pink flesh of Jayne's cunt.
"That's marvelous! Oooohhhhhh!" Jayne cried in a muffled voice. "Ooohhh, yessssssss, that's it. That's it, lover! Faster! Now, faster!"
Teasing her best friend's little pink clitoris as Jayne was taunting her own, Daphne was tonguing hungrily now, and she was salivating as never before as she kissed and licked the trembling cuntal split. She ran her pink tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating asscheeks, lapping wetly around the tightly closed rosebud of Jayne's asshole and then down over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the sensation bud at the crest of her pubic mound. And in return, she could feel every tantalizing second of Jayne's tongue laving through the soft swelling of her sensitive cunt like a knife through warm butter. It flicked relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her urgently gripping cunt. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the lesbian woman hunched on all fours above her, nothing mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious piquancy of each other's hungering cunts. And lost as they were in their licentious wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious turning of the key in the lock!
It was Muhammad himself who had thought it a good morning to see what he could do about getting rid of his sexual frustrations with the beautiful white hostage girl who had accommodated him so well, the night before! She wouldn't be the first woman he had, had to break in slowly and laboriously to cock-sucking. Some women took to it right away and some didn't. He knew that. Maybe he ought to apologize or, better still, make it up to her by showing her what a good cunt-fuck was! He was just about to greet her with a jovial smile, some more of his magic white powder, and a few words of apology, followed by flattery and some clever seduction, when he was stopped by strange, muffled noises just beyond the opened door. Silently he pushed it wider and walked in, closing the door softly behind him. In all of his life he had never seen a scene which was so incredible. In fact, his first reaction was absolute paralysis. But gradually his surprise wore off, although he still found it difficult to believe his own eyes. Allah, he sucked in his breath! Allah be praised!
Daphne was here all right although not in very great pain, and for some reason, they had moved her white girl friend into the same room! Here she was, her flaming hair unmistakable, hunched on top of the little white dove he had earlier claimed. He watched transfixed with dazed amazement now, his unbelieving, bug-eyed brown eyes locking on the sweat-glistening white tits that were dancing invitingly on his little dove's chest, her softly curling pubic hair almost entirely hidden by Jayne's voraciously tonguing mouth. Allah be praised, he repeated to himself once again. He had walked out of one frustration into a worse one, for now he was to be doubly aroused unless he could get up the courage to leave! Yet he was fascinated to see two white women turned into a raw, lust-deranged pair of passionate animals!
Muhammad stood quietly in front of the door. There was no place to hide, so he simply stood, wondering how long it would be before he was seen and chuckling to himself over the possible reactions that were sure to take place when he was! He stood with widely gaping eyes, not sure he believed the lewd unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the bed, and he remembered how reluctant Daphne had been with him! His fragile male ego was stung to the quick by the idea that the female preferred to make it with another woman until he remembered that there were such females, ones that no man could interest at all. He began then to find the sordid scene strangely exciting. He knew he should break in and tear them apart or turn away and leave the room. It was not the sort of sexual practice that he should condone. No man in his right mind could accept such a thing! Yet, he could do neither, but he only stood there like a voyeur and watched.
As he remained in open-mouthed awe, Muhammad found himself trembling nervously, viewing the nakedly exposed white bodies of his little dove and that redhead they captured with her, writhing in abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated obscenity, and it was getting into his own prick. He could feel his black cock harden under his pants in empathetic response to the sight of the two women so moistly fused together on the bed. He sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his big loins as he sighted in on Jayne's mouth buried deeply around Daphne's hungrily grinding wet cunt. Even the tiny pink flanges of the brown-haired girl's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around Jayne's fucking tongue as it slipped in and out of the soft, wet surrounding of light brown curling pubic hair. Muhammad watched hypnotized as the brownette's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down her girl friend's taunting pink tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappeared back inside as Jayne thrust up between Daphne's white legs again. He moved his attention along Jayne's undulating body to her tight round ass and quivering thighs where they hovered over the light-haired girl's face. He could see that Daphne was also sucking Jayne's red-haired pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, he reasoned, unable to see that clearly, for her mouth was drawn up as far as it could go and her hands were digging into Jayne's ass in an effort to pull the woman's loins deeper down on her face. God! The little innocent dove was sure one hot bitch! Muhammad thought incredulously. The erotically stimulated jailer sensed his cock was growing stiffer, hardening against the front of his pants and wetting the material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid.
His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on his naked little dove's cunt lips again. They were wet and gleaming from Jayne's impassioned tongue, and the mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing around his blood-engorged prick caused it to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as the big black man contemplated the feel of his aching cock fucking deep up into his now wanton little cock-sucker's hot, desire-slickened cunt in place of her girl friend's laving mouth. It wasn't fair that this red haired woman was enjoying what he had been denied!
Automatically, quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enticing sight of the dual slaverings, Muhammad opened the front of his pants to ease the pressure on his desire-constricted cock. He let his fly fall open and his great blood-swollen erection jutted stone hard from his black loins. He began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating testicles while he watched the lewdly churning white females on the bed before Daphne pressed her buttery mouth closer to Jayne's cunt in a moment of mindless passion and reached down between their heaving bodies to play with her friend's sensuously quivering tits, while her own cunt grew increasingly hot, hungry and open. Her friend's wet tongue invaded it relentlessly, lashing at her erect raw clitoris, laving and sucking everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her belly, and returning to her wildly tingling clitoris. The aroused brownette commenced to pant explosively, knowing she was nearing her climax as her naked loins curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring the other girl's magic mouth to the quivering center of her lusting hole. Below her, Jayne was gasping, straining for air between Daphne's clenching thighs, never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her buried face. Even her nose was immersed during the wild depravity of their illicit love-making in each other's wetly steaming cunts.
Against the door, Muhammad was still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes and staring with bulging eyes at the abandoned white females on the bed, before him. Praise to the Prophet, he thought with pain and passion burning feverishly in him, they're ready to cum! He could see both of their eyes growing glassy, and moist secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting asscheeks as they ground up and down against each other from the wild ecstasy spiraling through them. He felt his own ass tighten and he groaned inwardly as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning prick, imagining its hot rubbery black tip was pressing deep between Daphne's parted white thighs, the blunt black head replacing the other girl's wet tongue which he could so thoroughly see as it fucked in and out of his little dove's tight elastic cunt. His cock would fit so nicely there! would work its way so perfectly into the wet, brown-haired slit of white pussy flesh. Aaahhhhhh, his black stony, cock entering Daphne's hot devouring pussy now, he thought through a heated daze of arousal. Yessss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot cuntal moisture.
The hungry pulsing walls of Daphne's cunt clasped warmly around Jayne's lewdly thrusting pink tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasm, and feverishly she pressed her nakedly exposed loins up harder into Jayne's face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as she strove instinctively to bring her friend to the same delirious completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Jayne's mouth as the heated orgasmic secretions poured from her hotly pulsating cunt in a seemingly unending stream.
The lascivious Jayne felt her friend reach her peak, and then her own soaring climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous young body and sending it surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked young woman. She pushed up and down in an obscenely abandoned desire, pleading for longer, hotter mouthings as she crooned out her violent release.
At the same time Muhammad's bloated cock suddenly shot out thick spurting loads of creamy cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to enjoy the bursting sensations of climax. Muhammad's big black pumping cock spewed heavy droplets of his sperm across the floor and against the wall as he turned backwards, trickles of thin white semen rolling down in long, slow trails like sap oozing out of the old wood onto the floor of the room.
A thousand curses! he muttered inwardly then. Why didn't I fuck them with it? Both of them! I could have fucked the two white whores, one after the other! What have I done?
CHAPTER SIX
Neither of the two women had seen him come in or knew how long he had been there. It hardly mattered. The fact that the big black man was standing against the door staring at them meant that he had seen enough. Almost instantaneously Jayne jumped up and scrambled to put on her pin striped dress, not out of a sense of modesty or propriety, but because she had been told by her own guard about the very strict rule against females fucking females. The boy had given her no inkling as to why the rule existed, and it occurred to Jayne in a flood of panic that there might be some odd religious or political reason among these people for such a rule, a reason that made sense to them if not to her. God knows what the penalty might be! She slipped the dress over her head and tied a sash, that was supposed to go over her shoulder, around her tiny waist. Daphne, too, had slipped into her dress and then just slumped over in a pathetic little heap.
Jayne bent down over her huddled girlfriend. "Sweetheart," she said, trying to sound reassuring in spite of her quavering voice. "It was beautiful. That's all that counts and don't you forget it or let anyone make it wrong!"
For a few very long moments the girls were silent. They hardly even breathed. Daphne was terrified. For all she knew, it could be the end of all hope for their very lives if the people here lost respect for them! Who knows what their tradition was concerning lesbians? When she looked at Muhammad, she couldn't tell if he was going to burst out with laughter or anger.
Thick veins were beginning to bulge in his neck, and his face seemed to get darker and darker until finally he could stand it no longer. He laughed a kind of dry, mirthless laugh that was terrifying.
"Well," he boomed. "We'll be lucky if we can accomplish anything with you two! We'll be most fortunate if anyone wants you back strongly enough to bargain for you!" He had heard no news yet about how the business side of this affair was progressing. Hussein was negotiating this very day.
At the moment, however, Muhammad was not as interested in business as he was in watching the terrified faces of the white female prisoners and in hatching plans for the best use of what he had just seen to get what he wanted. He knew that what he had seen was currency in his pocket and that his next decision was what to buy with it! This was the first time he had ever seen two women fucking each other. In fact, it was the first time since he was a little boy that he had watched any sex act at all as a voyeur. It was a lust-inciting role. The whole idea of involving more than a couple, several people at once, an orgy, was beginning to look good to him.
Daphne felt not only afraid but crazy and sick. She did not fear the same kind of repercussions that Jayne did. It was not religious or political penalties that were on her mind! She already knew more about this sly man than her friend knew. There was no doubt in her mind but that Muhammad would think up some way to blackmail her with this and force her to finish sucking his hardened cock this time! She could only hope that was the only price he would exact!
During the silence of the three-way stare of shock, she had already decided that her only course of action with Geoffrey was to tell him the truth, when and if she ever saw him again. She was going to have to tell him the whole sordid story about this strange abduction and the drugs and about Fuad and Muhammad and... and Jayne! If he could not understand and forgive her as she had forgiven him for his affair with the older woman, perhaps she would rather not marry him anyway! So, if Muhammad was going to threaten her with telling her fianc�e about her behavior, he was not going to succeed with such blackmail.
Meanwhile, Jayne could not understand why the big black, man was just staring at them, especially at Daphne, until she realized that his mind was probably trying to figure out what to do about all this... maybe whether or not to turn the white girls in... to squeal on them! In that case, there might be a chance that she could interest him in holding his tongue. She looked down at the crotch of his pants, into which he had stuffed his deflated cock just a few minutes before, and wondered how he could have remained unaroused by what he had seen. Perhaps he had not seen much at all! Still, he had definitely seen their nakedness, and both she and Daphne were voluptuous girls, she knew. Another possibility was that white women simply left him cold! Hah, thought the worldly-wise Jayne Van der Veen. That would be a miracle indeed! Even the young ardently loyal-to-the-cause black boy who had watched over her last night had not denied himself her treasured sweets. These blacks had a real thing for white girls, possibly because they had been denied the pleasure of lying with them, and it was something they longed and dreamed of. This strange man standing before them now suddenly became a challenge to the intrepid redhead. A challenge was the door to adventure, and the vivacious woman was never afraid of adventure!
While Daphne still cowered in her own thoughts and questions concerning her future, Jayne ran her long slender fingers through her flaming hair in lieu of a comb, and biting her lips to their pinkest, she slowly approached the musing black guard.
"Is it... is it almost lunch time?" she asked innocently while drawing the bulky dress taut over her roundly curved tits and flaring hips by placing her hands on her waist and pulling the pin striped fabric tight. The man's eyes flickered onto her and a spark of interest ignited there as he immediately understood the menu.
"I don't know about everyone," he said. "But you, little white girl, had better get back to your own room! Come! I'll take you there myself."
Muhammad opened the door which he had neglected to lock after him before because of the surprise that had greeted him, and he gestured Jayne through the doorway with a little bow and a sweep of his hand.
At that moment a new thought flickered through Daphne's mind. These men had Muslim names and yet not many Muslim habits as far as she could tell. Perhaps they were not Muslims at all and their names were a mere disguise! Still, social habits were changing everywhere, even for the Muslims. It was just that the few Muslims she knew well were relatively uneducated servants like her father's cook and their ways were always a century behind. She could not picture the wife of her father's cook preceding him anywhere! But these men were very Europeanized. Their education placed them in a more international culture. Furthermore, Jayne was a prisoner and had to precede him to be watched! Well, that had been a useless hunch, she thought. You would think, though, that there would be some clue as to what was going on!
Before Jayne disappeared through the open doorway, she turned to glance at her friend with a meaningful smile, meant to reassure her young fellow hostage that she, Jayne, was about to set everything to rights. Muhammad, about to close the door after them, poked his head back in, too. He seemed to have regained his joviality although there was still a sternness about it that fanned tremors of fear in Daphne's cooling spine.
"I'll be back, little one," he promised with a cold wink. "With lunch."
How Daphne hoped the man would forget that promise! She was hungry again, but preferred no lunch than to have him sitting in the room again while she ate. After what seemed like an hour of pacing and another hour of lying back on the bed staring up at the musty old ceiling, she decided that lunch was not going to be served today. She imagined the possibility of the group getting whatever they wanted and then clearing out of the building, leaving her and Jayne locked up behind, abandoned and starving. No, they were not like that! She could not believe it of Fuad or the big woman who had brought her breakfast or even of Hussein, who seemed far too sophisticated for cruelty of any kind.
Finally, when she had just begun to doze on what felt like a permanently empty stomach, she again heard the noise of the key in the lock. Oh God, let it not be Muhammad, she whispered into the pillow before turning around. And it wasn't! Her big friendly woman had arrived with lunch! And, thank God, clean sheets! Daphne smiled gratefully for the lunch, for the sheets, and for the woman's presence. She could not recall ever being so grateful in her life for such little things. She could not recall ever feeling very grateful at all!
Immediately she sat on the bed and accepted the tray in her lap. The warmth of it on her knees felt good even in the hot weather. She took the top off the large wooden plate to find two cabbage rolls, which she guessed were stuffed with frikkadels, spicy lamb patties which her mother often made, and saffron rice with raisins. She had always considered it a common dish, nothing unusual. Now it looked like a royal banquet. She wondered if she could convince this wonderful woman to stay with her during the afternoon! For though Muhammad had not brought lunch, she still feared his return! So she ate slowly. This would keep her companion for at least a while. It was a great strain on her willpower to eat the frikkadels too slowly. She liked them hot and they were excellent! Though she knew little else about this group, she did know they had a good cook! At last, however, there was no way she could drag the meal on any longer. Reluctantly she took the last mouthful and handed the tray back to the big woman.
"Are... are you leaving?" she asked the woman as her big form lumbered toward the door.
"Yes, leave now," the woman smiled.
Daphne looked down at the clean sheets, wondering if she was supposed to make up the bed herself and then realizing once again with a sudden glimpse at reality that she was a prisoner, not a guest in a hotel! Of course she had to do it herself! She was almost tempted to leave it until later, but the thought of lying down on that dirty bed again once the sheets were here, inspired her with the energy to do it right away. She was halfway through this task when she heard the key in the lock again. It had to be Muhammad this time! But no, it was her woman again, coming to take her to the bathroom. What had become of the big black man, she wondered. Had he forgotten about her? Perhaps he was after Jayne now and she could imagine her friend Jayne not doing much better than her with him!
It was not until much later in a boring afternoon that Muhammad showed up at her door. He did not try to touch her. In fact he seemed most respectful and very politely invited her to a party later on! How insane it was, she thought, to be a prisoner and be invited to a party! He did make her take two snorts of his 'magic powder' and before he went out, he left with her a fat cigarette of marijuana and also a flat white pill that he told her to be sure to take after her dinner. He said it was very similar to the magic powder he had been giving her, that it would relax her and that she wouldn't mind his presence so much! By this time, the powder had taken effect, and she felt the euphoria running through her. It made her listen very closely to what he was saying to her.
His acknowledgement of her repugnance of him unnerved her. She felt terrible about it! She was accustomed to hiding such feelings. Guiltily, she promised to take the pill, and he left without further ado.
Gratefully, she lay on the newly made bed and fell fast asleep. Towards waking, she had a strange dream. She was being blown away in one of those big balloons with a basket on it, and Geoffrey was chasing her across a field to try to catch the rope that dragged over the side. She kept seeing glimpses of his straining face, red with exertion and tear-stained with fear. But the weirdest part of the dream was that Fuad, whose face was already vague to her for not having seen it since last night, was walking quietly beside the run-away basket and did nothing at all to catch her, rather, he seemed amused by her plight. She awoke with a chill walking up her spine like an icy spider.
After waking, a visit to the washroom again, and another good, hot dinner, Daphne remembered the little white pill. Assuming that it was, as her captor had told her, yet another form of a drug like cocaine, she dutifully popped it into her mouth and washed it down with her thick black Ethiopian style coffee. Then she waited. Suddenly she felt as though her entire body was beginning to burn up! In her panic, all she could think of was poison! What if she had taken poison? Perhaps the men had not been able to get what they were after! Maybe this was their clean way of doing away with her... Oh God! And so they would abandon a dead body instead of a starving one! And Jayne! What about Jayne? Had she taken one of those poison pills, too?
The heat began to tingle and she became aware of a curious metamorphosis. It was not a painful burning that she felt. It was a... a lewd thing! A lewd burning! She was... was frustrated as hell! Horny, horny was the word, she believed. Her firm rounded upthrust white tits felt like massive twin mountains on her chest with three inch spikes piercing her dress out of each sensitive pink nipple. Her cunt hole felt wet and moist, open, needy... like a monstrous insatiable mouth, omnivorous and ready to explode for want of food!
Soon the key turned once again in the lock and the startled young girl found herself hoping this time that it was some man, any man, even Muhammad! It was going to take an awfully large cock to fill the devouring wet maw between her legs! But the first man to enter the little room was, of all people at a time like this, Hussein! And after him came Fuad and then a grinning Muhammad and for an awful moment, she was sure that the two men had confessed to what had happened and that they had all come to hear her version. God! What was her version? She couldn't even remember! All she could think of was getting at least two of them out of the way in hopes that the third would be interested in having sex with her, and she didn't care which it was!
They had with them a couple of chairs and when they were all seated, with Hussein on the bed beside her, the large woman brought in a tray with a chipolata a lovely molded desert with tangerine liqueur. The atmosphere was very strange, the men staring at her intently, as if waiting for something from her, and Daphne might have noticed it if it were not for her almost painfully uncomfortable condition. Finally, Hussein broke the good news. They were celebrating the success of his negotiating, and since it meant she would be returning home tomorrow, they had decided to celebrate with her! It did not even occur to the poor distraught, over frustrated girl to wonder why Jayne was not included. All she could think of was the nearness of Hussein's muscular body and then across the way was Fuad's and beside him Muhammad's! Oh God, she could barely sit still! She had a wild urge to rub her pussy right in front of the black men. She was grateful that her clitoris was easily hidden. For the first time in her life she really understood what it must be like to a man to be tempted sexually and have to go unfulfilled. Oh, Geoffrey she thought wildly. What had she done to him night after night after night? Oh God! What a horrible person she had been! How stupid! How selfish! How... how much of a cock tease! God, she just couldn't wait to get into one of their pants, but all three of them showed no signs of going or of undressing. They absorbed themselves in food and the wine they had brought. But they continued to watch her intently.
What they gave her for food, she gobbled down in a great rush, not to enjoy it, but to get it over with and out of the way in preparation for more important things. They were now onto smoking grass and nibbling at the end of the cake, chatting pleasantly, making no references to sex or anything that she awaited. They finished the last bit of cake and Hussein himself prepared some cocaine for her, which they had her snort before they also snorted a bit. Then Daphne was given more wine. God, when this going to end or start or something? She wondered impatiently. And finally her patience cracked as her sexual frustration broke all bonds of control and launched her into action like a fight manager launches his champion! What the hell, she thought. I'll get things going!
So she stood up suddenly and announced in a loud if somewhat slurred voice; "My African friends, my black lovers, I'm ready whenever you are," and with that she began to pull her dress up over her head to reveal her lush round white tits, their ripe nipples already hardened and coned out in sexual expectation. The three men looked toward her in delight. She stepped out away from them and the tray and began to run her hands sensuously along her bare white belly and then down to between the inside of her lush white thighs.
Then Muhammad and Hussein were quickly at her side, the tall, muscular Hussein stood before her and began running his black hands over her firm, full white tits, like ripe succulent melons, their tiny strawberry nipples hardening even more to his touch. She still had her small lace panties on, and Hussein drew the thin material down around her thighs, lifting each of her legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her sandals. Then he stood back, his dark brown eyes bulging appreciatively and his breath sucking between his teeth.
"Well, I was beginning to wonder, but Muhammad said you would ask for it, and that you were an insatiable little white girl, hot to go all the time. I have to admit, I did not believe him!" He turned to Muhammad.
"This is going to be one fine going away party," he said. "She is just as you described, and as luscious as a cantaloupe. Look at those big white tits!" he snickered through fine ivory teeth.
"And look, look at her full thighs... beautiful white thighs!" Muhammad added lustfully! "She will give a man a good ride Hussein!"
For a brief moment, Daphne felt again her deep resentment and fear of Muhammad. As he spoke of her as if he was selling her wares to Hussein, he made her feel cheap and ashamed. She tried to collect her thoughts, but she couldn't seem to concentrate on why she should feel angry or afraid, not with this horny buzzing between her hot thighs. When she glanced at Muhammad again, she looked at him differently now. Of course, he was untrustworthy, he had after all tricked her into having oral sex with him, but he was sure
good-looking! They were all so good-looking!
"I can tell you, from my personal experience with her my friends, this white girl has one fine, tight little snatch!" he was saying.
Daphne's first instinct was to be completely humiliated, upset and embarrassed, especially when she saw the flash of contempt flicker her way in Fuad's eyes. He was the only one sitting back. What was wrong with him? She wondered why he waited.
As the other two, Hussein and Muhammad continued to run their hands boldly over her naked white flesh, exploring her more and more intimately, black hands hefting her heavy white melons, fingers seeking inside her wet snatch and into the deep, split crack of her rounded white asscheeks, she suddenly saw the situation in a new light. They were all co-conspirators in a plot to seduce and have sex with their white captive!
Then she began laughing. The wonderful drugs washed all resentment and worry away. They looked at her and then at each other and then they all laughed easily together. Even Fuad finally joined in as she sank down on the floor like one exhausted and dazed, first to her knees, then plopping over onto her plump ass and stretched her white legs out in front of her and finally lay there on the floor before them. Then her breath caught, hitching in her throat as she watched Muhammad move in and lean over her, his black hand reaching right down between her open, longing thighs toward her heated, hungry genitals.
"Open them, my little white dove," he commanded her strongly. "Open them wide for us!"
Slowly Daphne splayed her trembling, fleshy white thighs apart to the delight of the three black men, revealing her slightly parted red cuntal slit to all of their eager eyes. She gasped with pleasure as Muhammad slithered deep and unceremoniously into her sweet pussy with one thick middle finger, easing it well up into her ready cunt and gently stroked it in and out, moving all around her wetly flooding pussy walls.
"Oooooohhhhhh, it's sooooooo goooooddd," the nakedly exposed bride-to-be moaned clasping his big muscular wrist in her small white hands and pressing her ass up against his palm. The wet noises of her pussy juices were loud as he sloshed his thick ginger around in her, revealing to all of them how wet and aroused she was.
Muhammad's impassioned black face watched that lucky finger enter between the brownette's tender, hair-framed cuntal lips. Allah be praised, he sighed, but she was truly delicious. He knew now why he had been so angry at her for not letting him fuck her. Wow, but things had changed, he would get his chance now as well as his revenge! He was really going to enjoy this!
"Aaaahhhhhh, my black cock has been aching for you, my little white dove, ever since it's poor little eye opened upon your fair flesh!" he told her laughing. He didn't take his eyes from her white shapely body sprawled naked below him as he stripped his pants and shirt off.
"Just a minute," hissed Hussein good-naturedly through his teeth. "Whose coin is she?" he asked with a chuckle and without taking his eyes from her white form either. "I was the successful negotiator, and I shall pluck the peach first this night."
Muhammad slowly withdrew his finger and Daphne sighed with longing as she lay there watching the three attractive black men undress above her. A strong quiver of hot excitement passed through her dripping wet loins. She wanted so badly to be fucked now by all of them, that she felt no more anger at Muhammad, nor any more feeling of a need for fidelity to Fuad, who she now just looked at as another cock to enter her horny pussy, no fear of the leader, Hussein, who supposedly had frowned on sex but who had a nasty hard-on and a need to fuck his young white prisoner, apparently. But she couldn't really think of that. All she could see was that he had a very attractive build.
She watched Muhammad drop his pants and stand naked, his long thick black cock stretching out like an ebony club from his hairy loins. Daphne stared at it once again in awe. Next, she saw the more reluctant Fuad unleash his own huge shaft of swelling black granite. And Muhammad said; "Sucking black cocks is your forte, my little white dove. This cock should fill you full of happiness." He motioned toward Fuad. "But since we bow to Hussein's right for the privilege of your cunt for his private territory, that leaves me only one hole left at the moment, doesn't it? You are fortunate that I am the champion white-ass-reamer in all of Africa!"
The lovely little brownette trembled and moaned with uncontainable lust, their actions having a stronger effect on her body than anything she had ever experienced. Dear Lord, the sight of those huge black pricks all blood-engorged and hard as stone sent chills of hot expectation rippling through her, setting off tiny sparks of fascinated excitement that she could not believe!
And the leader of the group, Hussein, was slipping down on the floor beside her and wrapping his arms around her soft and comely, nakedly exposed white body, pulling her tightly against his hot black one. They lay pressed together, his rigid black cock pushing all the way through her soft inner white thighs between the crack of her taut ass. He moved his loins hungrily against her pelvis, and then she felt his hard, blood-veined shaft thrusting through the syrupy-slick pink lips of her cunt. The immediate contact of her cuntal hole instigated electric sensations lewdly through her entire blood-stream.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," the young, white, bride-to-be, moaned in confusion as waves of passion flowed hotly through her mind. "Oooooohhhhhh, do it! Please! Do it! Do it to me!"
She was moaning uncontrollably, trying to press her soft fleshy thighs to his and helping him enter her trembling white belly. But she was lying now stretched on her side, her shimmering white asscheeks a quivering, succulent spectacle that urged the naked black man on even stronger, and he clutched her plump, nakedly curved creamy ass in one hand pulling it even closer to his searching black loins. His erect marble-hard cock slid up along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the pink moist flesh between her hotly swelling cunt lips and slipping up to taunt her hardening clitoris. She responded to the wild twisting and grinding motion of Hussein's hips, and the stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding cock seemed to stoke a wild, hotly glowing fire within her little belly.
"Bend your leg, white girl," he ordered breathlessly. "Raise it up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you sideways!"
After a second of hesitation, Daphne slowly drew up her leg and snaked it around his arching flanks.
"That's the way," Hussein chuckled, murmuring in her ear. He reached his hand down between their naked contrasting bellies then and grasped his palpitating black cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of her seeping pussy. He watched with his eyes gleaming as the aroused white woman's mouth opened and closed in her heated abandon, then he fucked forward, driving his prick through the warm soft delicious folds of her cunt, feeling the warm, curl-fringed lips close over the rounded head of his heavily throbbing black cock. He humped his ass, sensing all of the aroused desire this scene had created in him surge with his hard black cock into the warm shaded grotto between her dazzling white thighs.
As she felt the hotly pulsing lips around her little pussy-hole part, their fleshy snugness enveloping his hard, excitedly jerking black prick, Daphne moaned. "Oooohhh God! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Hussein reveled in hearing this puritanical looking young girl crying out in passion, and he fucked inward again, deeper this time. He wanted to feel her squirming against him, needing him, needing his lust-swollen cock fucking her shitless Then he fucked still deeper into her little white belly with everything he had, sinking his passion-inflated stone cock all the way to its hilt in her cunt. He felt his semen-bloated black testicles slap resoundingly against her hotly twitching inner thighs as she ground her quivering ass against his thighs, and deeper and deeper into her devouringly steaming cunt, he burrowed.
He then began a hard, grinding, revolving movement with his pelvis between her white thighs, plugging his big black cock tightly into her pussy, expanding the defenseless walls of her hungering cunt beyond all reason. Daphne could sense the muscles in his powerful ass flexing as he began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her moistly gripping pussy, always building toward more urgent strokes, until he was fucking forth from the very apex of his withdrawal. His throbbing hard prick felt as though it would burst right up into the bottom of her throat from below! Its bloated head pumped harder and faster against the bottom of her belly up inside the feverish white girl, rocking her hips and thighs against his hand on her ass with an insane, wild passion.
Then suddenly Muhammad gave a yelp. "Aaahhhhhh! This tempts me too much! I cannot wait!"
"Take it easy, Muhammad! You'll get your turn!" Hussein managed in a choked voice. "You're right after me."
"I have heard it said," Muhammad insisted, "that she can be fucked by both at the same time!"
"Sure," spoke up an amused Fuad. "Fuck her in the asshole while she's riding Hussein's prick!"
Daphne heard Fuad's scornful words, but she was too aroused and out of control to care that he was suggesting Muhammad fuck her poor little virgin asshole. And even had she been able to decipher his words properly, Muhammad slipped down beside the ecstatically mewling white woman so quickly, and with his fingers, stretched the already wide-splayed pink crack between her creamy asscheeks. He gloated over the lust-building view of the leader's hard black cock fucking in and out of her throbbing white cunt like a plunger, and at the way her sensitive pink pussy lips seemed to oval around the hard rod of the other man's cock, coating it with her cunt-oils, and swallowing it deep up into her tight, hair-fringed red pussyhole. It was a close-up of supreme lewdness, and Muhammad ogled it appreciatively, his own quivering erection ready to split with the immediacy of his passion. Where had he been all his life that he missed such orgies!
"Hot little white dove!" he croaked, mesmerized by the obscene vision just inches from his eyes. He had never seen a white chick as innocently pretty, yet as voluptuous, as this one. He then reached his hand around and between Daphne's asscheeks and a river of warm cuntal secretions moistened his palm. He rotated his fingers around her tiny puckered asshole, lubricating it as he pressed hotly against the hungrily nibbling little circle, feeling the tiny ring of rubbery flesh give way easily, and his black finger slid smoothly up into the soft spongy walls of her rectum. Daphne jerked forward on his salaciously skewering probe.
"Aaaaagggggghhh!" she blurted out. Tears of pleasure as well as pain, though, flowed down her pretty face as the full realization of what was happening overwhelmed her mind. This had to be the very height of sexual experience! She arched her ass back, feeling the humidly clinging walls of her rectum impaled deeper by the lewdly invading finger. She spread her white legs wider apart to give him greater access to her now greedily demanding little asshole that he was preparing to fuck with his stony black cock. Then Daphne squirmed in a wild pagan dance between the two naked black men, feeling the wild, ecstatic pleasure coursing through her sinews from this lewd, obscene ravishment of her nakedly exposed genitals.
"Hot damn, she's got one tight, unfucked little asshole," Muhammad said laughing with a low whistle. "I'm going to really fuck it to you, little white dove. Just as I earlier promised you, you wait and see!"
As Muhammad smoothly but slowly removed his black finger from her rubbery pink asshole, the tightly gripping muscle ring clung to it as if reluctant to let it go. Then he snuggled himself up against Daphne from behind until he was nuzzling the back of her head with his gleaming black face, and his granite feeling cock was rubbing around in her creamy ass, sliding up and down against the wet, slippery cock fucking up into her cunt from below. She moaned and shivered in undreamed of ecstasy.
Hussein dug his fine black hands into the young girl's white shoulders, pulling them hard and flat against his naked chest. Muhammad pried the upper cheek of her ass higher with one hand, while guiding the massive blood-engorged shaft of his prick with his other hand. Its hot rubbery tip pressed obscenely against her tiny, hotly nibbling rectal lips.
Then gently he eased it in and the inflated head of his cock slithered into her prepared, openly waiting asshole.
As Muhammad fucked more of his heavily throbbing ridged cock into her asshole with little forward jerks, Daphne squealed in uninhibited delight. She could hear his chortles of pleasure bubbling behind her and her drug enhanced mind came to the dreamy conclusion that she was finally proud of having a body that could bring this kind of joy to him.
The big black man continued to fuck upward into her asshole, pressuring all of his great lengthy prick far up into the tight little pink opening between her plump asscheeks until his pubic hair grazed against the softness of her nakedly grinding white ass. He moaned contentedly, and then he began humping back and forth as she lay on her side in helpless undulation between the dual fuckings.
It was then that Fuad crouched down near the top of her head and whispered fiercely, "How do you like it, little white girl? Now when someone asks you if you've ever been really fucked before, you can answer 'yes!' in a big booming voice instead of a little squeak! Because you have been fucked by black men, and now you know what a real man can give you!"
Yes, thought Daphne, she would feel like shouting it from the house top, she was sure! Her body felt wonderful! She was reaching insane heights of sexual excitement she never knew possible. Deep in the back of her mind she wondered if this would be the last time, her last big sex-bash! And then she would finish the wildness of sex and drugs and look again for Geoffrey's love. But this time, she hoped, it would be deeper and more real. But for tonight, she would have these African spears prodding relentlessly into her white body, and she would have herself one hell of a last good time!
Now the brown-haired girl could feel Hussein and Muhammad beginning to fuck her in unison, pulling out until only their huge lust-engorged cock-heads remained still sunk inside her hungrily quivering white belly. Hussein's held by the tightly locked lips of her pink cunt and Muhammad's by the greedily constricting muscle of her tight asshole.
Then they fucked inward, time and time again, spearing simultaneously deep up inside the soft surrendered resilience of the hapless white girl into her steaming cunt and asshole, their thick hard black cocks pushing against each other along the twin channels of her ravaged loins.
Now Fuad watched the beautiful young white girl being ravaged, lost in her hypnotized excitement, he began stroking his own massive black cock above her head as he stared at Hussein's fucking into her hot, moist pink pussy while Muhammad fucked back and forth sideways mashing the soft round cheeks of her ass as he drove relentlessly into her hotly devouring little rectum.
"Move your heads aside, brothers," he called out to the other two men, "I am joining you now!"
So as to allow room to their carnally incited cohort, the other two black men gladly stretched their upper torsos slightly. Fuad positioned himself supporting his weight on all fours and had an unrestricted view of Daphne lying like a full-sized angelic white doll between the cadenced fucking of the other two black men's cocks. Her head was between his muscular black thighs and he could feel her moistly trembling lips brush against the hair of his legs. Then, panting hoarsely, he reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, rubbing the spongy head of it lightly against her cheek.
"Suck it, baby," he commanded her, "Suck it white baby, suck my black cock!"
Daphne turned her head upwards and could see the full length of his pulsing hard prick looming down directly at her mouth. She felt wildly excited at the thought of the male sperm that he wished to pump into her throat, and she rolled her head from side to side between his squeezing black thighs.
Then she opened her buttery soft lips and let him sit further down onto her white face, sliding his hardened cock into the warm moist recesses of her hungering mouth. She felt the thick, blood-rigid shaft glide along the length of her sensitive pink tongue, filling her cheeks with its firm male flesh. Fuad held her head firmly between his thighs and began pumping up and down between her pouty lips in an oral fuck, the full length of his black cock nearly disappearing completely between her automatically ovaling, sucking lips.
Her first young black lover groaned incoherently above her, undulating his ass and pushing his groin down tight against her white face. He wanted her to make him cum, and he wanted to make her swallow it all, as Muhammad had told him this afternoon that she had managed to partly refuse to do for him! He flexed his muscular loins up and down at the rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips and spoke in a thick whisper,
"Yessssss, my little white baby. You love a black man's cock now, don't you? Go ahead, have your treat, tighten your mouth around it and suck it harder!"
Obedient, Daphne did as he desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of arousal growing even stronger from the thought of her mouth being fucked crudely this way while the other two black men fucked her cunt and asshole with relish. Fuad watched the naked white woman sucking eagerly on his plunging, fucking black cock with lewdly clasping lips. Then, almost unconsciously, she began to undulate her lush white ass and squeeze with her cunt and rectal muscles the hard, penetrating shafts of hot lusting black flesh fucking rhythmically into her tingling loins, while she still sucked voraciously on the prick fucking into her mouth like a long drill. Her cheeks were hollowing and bloating licentiously, suddenly delighting in the exploration of its ridges and wrinkles as her wet tongue licked feverishly at the lust-inflated head, the tip probing eagerly into the tiny slit at its end. She took one hand and reached his dangling scrotum above her face, and she cupped the black testicles warmly, beginning to caress and milk them with an instinctive knowing gentleness.
The young, newly-awakened bride-to-be's hips were moving back of their own volition now against Muhammad's thrusting marble black cock fucking up into her greedily devouring rectal hole, and then humping forward to absorb Hussein's prick plunging lewdly into her wetly dilating pink cunt. All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the sudden heat of ecstatic sexual sensations that were consuming her now. Nothing registered any longer but the three lust-hardened cocks fucking into every opening she had, and she began to rock wantonly to their delight, pleading to be fucked by them, by the man in her asshole and the man in her cunt-hole and the man kneeling over her beautiful cock-filled white face.
"Oooohhhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up around the black stiff rod every time it withdrew far enough for her to say anything at all. "Fill me with your cum!" God, with all three of them, she was going to bubble in all directions like a hot springs, she thought.
None of the men needed further encouragement. Together they fucked repeatedly into the writhing brownette-between them like a well-rehearsed team, all four naked persons searching for that final crest of orgasm that would surely flood the room!
"Yes! Yes!" Daphne mumbled. She had sensed Fuad's cock abruptly swelling between her soft lips, and she tugged at it wetly with all the strength of her hotly milking mouth to suck it down past her tonsils into her throat. It burst then and gushed forth thick streams of creamy pungent sperm deep down into her thirstily absorbing white belly. She clasped her tonsils in a tight band around the back of the heavily ejaculating cock-head, wanting to siphon it bone-dry empty!
Forever and ever it flowed, like an endless river, until at last his massive black cock did give one last shuddering spurt and ceased. Fuad fell away from over her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still hungrily sucking lips, thin strings of his viscid white semen stretching from their swollen softness to his flaccid prick tip pulling away.
"Ooohhhhh, yesssssssss! Lord, yesssssssss!" Daphne began to chant hoarsely in the litany of her desire, responding to each lunge fucked into her lust enraged cunt and rectum. Furiously the black men fucked her, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her.
"Now!" she wailed. "Please cum in me nooooow! Oh, please! I'm cummmmiiinnggg, tooooooo!"
Muhammad began to mouth obscenities and at the same moment Daphne felt the thickly boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her rectal depths, her own orgasm struck her. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through Daphne Van Loeb, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection as it jerked out its hot seed up into her nakedly spasming rectum. Then she heard Hussein begin to moan then yell out with his approaching orgasm. She drew up her leg that was draped across his pumping hips, her breathing panting from her lungs as she felt his throbbing black cock spitting out its jets of creamy black-baby-making semen into the far hidden recesses of her thirstily sucking womb. Her own orgasmic secretions blended and puddled with his in the confines of her flooded pink cunt, an almost frantic convulsion of debasing bliss momentarily overwhelming her. And then it was finished.
For a long time their heavy breathing filled the room. Finally Hussein rolled from beside her, his deflated prick slipping sleepily from her cum-flooded cunt. Then Muhammad finally pulled himself free from her sucking asshole, his limp semen-drained black cock squeaking out from her rectum with a loud, wet hissing noise of escaping air that sounded like a wet fart, causing her to blush momentarily when the black men all laughed. Then Daphne rolled over on her back, lying sprawled on the floor in a dazed supine position with her white legs spread exhaustedly and her swollen pink cuntal slit wet and glistening with juices in the light of the room. Slowly her head turned to survey each of the black men around her, and she realized that although she had truly enjoyed the total satiation of her white body, it must, it had to be her last time indulging in anything like this. At least she hoped it would be.
"You'd think I had nothing else to do, than fuck a white girl," Hussein chuckled.
"Tomorrow's the big morning," Muhammad agreed. "But this little one will be taking some memories of her visit with us home with her."
The two men dragged themselves to their feet and quickly started to dress. Fuad sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the beautiful, shapely white body on the floor.
"We'd better check out everything," Hussein continued, "from the car to the guns to everything else. The mileage has to be exact."
"I know," Muhammad said. "We've been over it right to the point where we stop on the bridge. Don't worry."
Already the two black men, their penises sated, had forgotten the ravished and exhausted white girl and had their minds on the business at hand. They stepped carefully over Daphne but said nothing more to her. She lay in a semi-trance still, and likely would not have heard them anyway. Her brow was furrowed just a little, and they had already gone when she finally spoke to Fuad in a soft voice.
"What was that drug?" she asked.
"Which one?" he asked in turn. His black cock was beginning to harden again and he decided he was going to have to have her one more time before she left, in spite of the little white whore she was.
"The pill Muhammad gave me to take after dinner. It wasn't like on the spoon. It made me burn and I guess... I guess..." She tried to sit up on one elbow.
Fuad reached down and pulled her up, looking at her carefully and sat her beside him on the bed. "Was it flat?" he asked with a bit of amusement.
"Y... yes, it was, I think."
Then without speaking, a grin on his gleaming black face, he pulled her into his lap and lay her head on his shoulder. Finally he began rubbing her lower belly, fingering her wet snatch.
She looked at him inquiringly with what energy she had and the meaning of it finally penetrated her dazed mind. "Was... was that what made me... made me..."
"Yes," he said chuckling. "It's an aphrodisiac. You didn't take very good of our friend Muhammad earlier, so he had a bit of revenge on you before you left us it seems. Turned you into a little whore for us for the evening. Maybe you learned a little lesson or two from your time here with us, a woman is meant for pleasure, and when a man wants it from her, she should give it to him willingly, he needn't have to resort to help from pills to get fucking from someone you want to fuck. That stuffs only for if you don't want to fuck!"
"Oh," she murmured, but she was still drugged and too dizzy to completely understand. It seemed to her that she wanted to fuck them, fuck them all. If they came back now she would go another round if they wanted her to. She saw then that Fuad's straight black cock was already throbbing with resurgent power, pulsing hard and long like a wild-spirited animal.
"Are you going to fuck me again now?" she asked, staring at it.
"Yes, I think I will give you another fucking before you leave," he said to her smiling, pulling her chin up to where he could look into her blue eyes. "Just so you won't forget my cock when you return to your white people. Do you want me to?"
She tried to think carefully. The special feelings that she had, had for Fuad were gone now. For some reason he was no more than a piece of hard, fuckingly good black flesh to her. She tried to think of Geoffrey, but it was the same, a piece of hard, fuckingly good flesh! Oh God, what had happened to her? What had these blacks done to her? Did it even matter?
"Well?" He asked, sternly. "Do you want some more of my black cock inside you before you go or not?"
She put her hand on the welcome black rod. "Oh, yes!" she said enthusiastically.
Fuad grinned at her, wondering if the drug had subsided or not, then he grabbed her lovely white legs behind the knees and thrust them up and back over his shoulders, slithering up along her sweat-soaked white body to lean down over her like a dark shadow. His rigidly palpitating black prick teased against the sperm-wet curls of her pubic hair, and he splayed his hands beside either of her delicate white shoulders and moved her legs even further back until she was bent completely double and her ankles were locked around her ears. Her pussy and ass were up high and available for him. He gaped down between their naked bodies and saw her upturned pink cuntal slit, the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement the inner lips pumping out even more viscous syrupy lubricant and visibly throbbing in impatient invitation to be fucked, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed widely apart.
He put the big head of his throbbingly hard black prick against the hot moistened lips of her vulva. Deliriously he pushed forward, and the black head parted the still wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered, her eyes rolling back in new rapture.
"You like me better than the others," he muttered, smiling, not really needing assurance but wanting her to say it. "You have a special feeling for me and my big cock don't you white girl?"
"Oh, God, yes," she managed to tell him convincingly although to tell the truth, a strange thing was happening to her. She no longer knew or cared who it was. She didn't know who was better or worse. For all she knew it was Geoffrey riding her now!
All she knew was that the man pushed in a bit further. He was taking it easy on her because of the rough treatment she had just had. She had to be a little sore and he didn't want her last memory of them to be too painful. He wanted her to think of black men and have her little pussy leak, wanting more. When he had eased himself about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his prick. He felt a responding twitch from her juicy cuntal walls! Already!
"Aaaaahhhhh," she panted and tried to rock back and forth on the big black hardness hanging down between her white legs. She could feel his scrotum tingling against her naked, uplifted ass and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Why was there only one man this time? Fuad had begun fucking in and out of her leisurely and she was sure she had taken all he had. After all she had had him before... she thought. Without opening her eyes or even thinking of it, she tried to guess who it was. She could feel the big head of his granite-hard cock pressing against her cervix, knocking at the door of her womb. The shaft, like hot hard iron in a sheath of soft feathers, rubbed inside of her aching cunt, and she wondered if she would get out of this without becoming pregnant.
"Oooohhhhh," she wailed, for now he was going even deeper. She felt his pubic hair ticking against the backs of her thighs and she knew that he was in as far as he could go. It had to be Geoffrey! It must be Geoffrey! She insisted in her shattered mind! He was so gooooddddd!
Now his movements became more masterful, and she could feel him in complete command of her and the situation. So she lay there, grinding her full rounded white ass around in tiny teasing circles as he fucked in and out of her well-pounded pale body.
Her entire belly was blazing as her mind screamed out its insane delight. Nothing had ever been so wonderful, even with the three men at once! Although she would like to try that again, and momentarily she thought of opening her eyes and asking Geoffrey if he had any friends... That could wait!
Fuad was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her body was fighting him down there. It was like being in battle with a wild boar, he thought, a little wild pig, although he had never fought such a creature. He had only heard stories from his grandfather. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't too much she could do under his heavy weight. Fuad then decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do to her.
He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began fucking into her madly, like a piston or like one of the oil wells he had seen pumping away in Texas, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her steaming cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. God, she could sure take it now! Her hot holes had been well-trained and screamed for more, and the slick interior muscles of her cunt clasped his shaft like the hungry tentacles of a starving, cock-flesh-eating monster. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as it seemed to seek out and capture and bite his balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumming beat of lust against her upturned white ass.
The lovely white girl tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open laxly, and her eyes shut tightly. "Ooooohhhhh," she crooned with each shove of his fucking hard cock into her heatedly clasping cunt walls. It was a chant, a liturgy of love for all male flesh everywhere, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body pulse and burn and reach for the stars.
Suddenly Daphne punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth. "I'm cumming! Ohhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaaiiieeee! I'm cumming, cummmmmmiiinnnggg, darling!" She didn't even know to whom she was saying 'darling.' What did it even matter? She groveled beneath him slavishly and her fingernails dug long bloody furrows down his back and then she fell lifeless against the mattress. She almost fell asleep.
Fuad slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like a gentle bird. He knew he could bring her on to another orgasm by continuing a gentle movement, and so he bided his time. She would not sleep long, he told himself.
For a few moments Daphne was far away at the ocean side with her family. The wild storm that had raced through her nerves had disappeared and now she floated in a small boat on the ocean, enjoying the voluptuous, almost hypnotic, movement rocking her cunt.
Fuad was aware of the returning sensations in her little white body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her white thighs around his waist. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his ass.
She was groaning, not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment, and the sound spewed from her throat. Daphne couldn't believe it was happening to her again. She kept reaching some beautiful land of pure sensation. It was a far-off land like the Never-Never Land of Peter Pan. She was cumming again! She reached up for the black man's head and pulled his face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her wet tongue into his mouth and then whispered,
"I'm cumming, darling!"
This time her climax was different, just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it, bring it along, play with it, and make it peak like the waves that were tipping her dream boat. Seconds later, though, she discovered that in reality, the man's hot living shaft was the ladle and that he was the one stirring up the waves.
"Oooooohhhhh, God! Ooooohhhhhh, God! It's so gooooddddd!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and pulled his chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her tits. She discovered then that by pulling him down against her, she caused his prick to ride higher against her clitoris, and a wild wantonness was on her again. "I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnggggg again!" she whimpered, and her white body thrashed beneath his.
Fuad knew that in spite of all his control, he was nearing the end of his efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his cock until his urethral hole was large enough to take a pencil!
"I'm cummmmming!" she screamed for the second time in less than twenty seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in the throes of a huge, uncontrolled epileptic seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed wildly bucking animal's.
It was time, Fuad thought regretfully, time for the last time. He plunged his long black cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the steaming pink oven beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Daphne's hair-matted forehead, face, and shoulders, glistened with her sweat. Her white tits were glossy with the sheen, and felt as if they were taller than mountains, and her cunt and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges and wiggling up deeper, ever deeper, into her very brain! She knew now that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a tower and that she had finally reached the top. Oh God, what had she been missing all her life? And a new understanding of Geoffrey's frustration warmed her heart with compassion. He had deserved another woman!
"Cum with me! Cum, please," she pleaded, still supposing it was Geoffrey. She wanted him to drown in the waves with her, to fall from the tower, for it seemed hardly possible that one lived through this magnificent surge of passion!
Fuad, hearing her words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy black hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her fleshy white ass and cupped them tightly, pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleading cunt. He drove into her with all his strength, wanting to give her everything he had for a good-bye gift of the utmost quality. He could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge black cudgel into the hot willing hole down between her legs. A cry started within her, like the beginnings of a northeaster storm.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed, and it seemed to him that it must have reached her family so many miles away. Then her blue eyes opened, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her white ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side, screwing her cunt up and down crazily on his black bloated rod. And then she closed her eyes once again.
But Daphne's wildly thrashing body had triggered his own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his black balls. He increased the intensity of his strokes so that his scrotum swung like an iron wrecking ball against the trembling white walls of her glistening ass. Then he was there. Its intensity actually frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her smooth white arms had him in a deathlike grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth,
"I'mmmmm cummmming, white baby...."
He heard a whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of ecstasy, he exploded deep inside her, and the white hot lava of his cum erupted deep down, far into the inside of the pulsating depths of her womb.
His long cock continued to spurt and throb emptying itself for almost two minutes, in her cunt, then it gradually it stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, her cervix, having swallowed his entire load of seed returning to its normal position, and the cuntal lips gently twitching. He opened his brown eyes and looked down at the young white girl. She looked like a small child with a soft, wondering smile etched on her pretty little lips. He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful white tits at repose. She was asleep, so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated prick from her snatch. It came out with a soft hissing sound and with the stopper removed, a waterfall of white, expended sperm began to flow like a river out of her open pink cunt.
Gently he got off the bed and pulled a blanket over her. In the morning Hussein would take her and her other girl friend to the bridge and exchange them for two of their own men, and that would be the last any of them would see of each other. It was too bad he had not had some more time with her. Muhammad had more than made up for that though with the little orgy. Tenderly, he reached down and kissed her soft lips, taking one last look at the fragile white woman. He smiled to himself as he felt her return the kiss lightly in her sleep.
