The naked girl strode into the clearing toward the water hole, her long blonde hair brushing her shoulders and her small, firm breasts bobbing and swaying intriguingly as she made her way through the stillness of the full moon's uninterrupted light.
The girl's name was Suleen, and she was only sixteen years old. She was the daughter of Arthur and Rosalie Hammersmith, who were one of the three couples in the safari encamped a hundred yards or so back beyond the tree line that surrounded the water hole.
Suleen moved quite nonchalantly, and finally eased her body into the water in a state of perfect relaxation. She knew that there would probably be more animals trooping to the water hole before the night settled in, but she wasn't in the least worried about her safety. The safari had been in progress long enough for her to have learned that it was a rare wild animal who would bother a human being unless first provoked. The very occasional animal that might behave unpredictably-in a menacing fashion, contrary to the common pattern-well, the danger from that source was certainly no greater than that from drunk drivers, back in civilization.
Nor was Suleen afraid that any of the more than a score of native porters of the safari would dare bother her. Despite the magnificent size and build virtually every one of them possessed, they were all jittery and utterly servile creatures-or such had been her impression, at any rate. They had all been ordered to stay well clear of the water-hole area till she returned to the encampment, and she had no doubt they would obey.
She had no suspicion that she was being spied upon, as she began slopping the cool, muddy water over herself. Yet Mbowe, the chief porter himself, and his youthful best friend Nagandiri were covertly watching from little more than a hundred feet from her. They had fortified themselves with heavy draughts of pombe, the banana beer that members of many African tribes drink, and now they were secreted behind the very clump of shrubbery upon which Suleen had discarded her clothes.
Suleen had more than once seen several of the porters drinking pombe, but she wasn't aware of just how strongly spirited it could make a man. Mbowe and Nagandiri, though, thoroughly appreciated the drink's virtues. They continued to quaff great, sloshing mouthfuls of the thick nectar as they watched Suleen; and they watched her more and more boldly, and grew more and more excited.
Suleen was surprised to feel her nipples growing fat and taut as she continued, more vigorously, to rub herself down with the muddy water. On reflection, she decided that the ready responsiveness of her body was due to the curious, rather lazy vitality of the wild country of Africa, which had been seeping progressively deeper into her during the past two weeks. There was something subdued and yet distinctly masculine about the land, with its usually quiet but ceaseless, purposeful violence. And there was the strong musky smell that seemed to be everywhere, that penetrated her very pores. The combination was devastating after a while, and it had been bound to find its way into her flushed, nearly hairless loins and to work its will.
And the pressure that was built up had to have an outlet
Feeling a surge of abandon that still retained something of innocence about it, she giggled impulsively as she stepped toward the edge of the water hole. For a moment, she gazed westward, toward nearby Mt. Tshiaberimu. They would be heading there tomorrow, up into the domain of the mountain gorilla; and she wondered what new adventures they would experience.
Her mind came quickly back to the here and now. It was delicious to postpone what she was going to do, to tease herself by forcing her thoughts to wander. But the urgency of today's final, sweet adventure was too strong; other adventures would have to wait their turn.
She spread her knees and squatted, and she scooped up heavy handfuls of thick, dark mud from near the edge of the water hole. Wantonly she smeared the mud over and into her genitals and into the crack of her behind, and she giggled a second time, even more exuberantly.
"Ooh, it feels sexy," she purred breathlessly.
She curved her torso forward and peered down intently, between the springy little pear shapes of her titties, as she used both her hands, now, to slosh and squish gobs of mud over and into the sensitive tissues and membranes of her pussy.
She was tickled to see the bright-red sprout of her clitoris protrude from the mud in a fierce state of erection and boldly display its head. The sight sent such a strong jolt of lust through her loins that she had to take hold of the swollen glans.
She squeezed the thing so strongly among the thumbs and index fingers of both her hands that she made herself squeal in pain and delight, yet she kept on. Her nostrils flared, and her lips peeled away from her teeth in a sneer of animal passion. Harder she squeezed. Harder and harder. She seemed to be trying to crush the inflamed little bud like an overripe pimple, to make its very tip pop open so the jutting hard-on could spew a stream of hot blood.
She squatted lower, and she thrust the tip of her tongue between her bared, sparkling white teeth and gasped and snorted, dizzy with the ecstasy pounding through and through her cunt.
Her forehead turned crimson. Heavy beads of sweat welled up and flowed together and then poured down over her eyes and over the bridge of her button nose and down her dimpled cheeks. She was so hot. It was so good. It was so big.
She began to massage the full length of her slimy clitoris with punishing force, the pads of her fingertips pressing so strongly they bruised the tender skin stretched so cruelly about the bloated nub.
And more-more. So good. So strong. So tingly and sizzling-hot. It was a kind of agony, she was in such a state of extreme sexual excitement.
"Oh, shit, this is so beautiful," she grunted, almost delirious in her rut. "My whole tummy's going to burst open and-ooh, shit..."
All the mud had oozed or been squished out of and off her vulva, so now the swollen meat was fully exposed. The rubbery, downy lips were flared to a gross and provocative extent; only her rapaciously milking fingers provided fleeting modesty for the syrupy, blood-colored gash of her cunt's succulent inner parts-and the "modesty" was of a sort that seemed to add to the lasciviousness of what she was doing, if that were possible.
Her entire underbody looked raw, and the whole expanse of flesh was literally smothered with her glistening juices. By now she had creamed so much, in fact, that the stuff was gushing down her mud-streaked inner thighs, and from the maw of her slit a steady dribble was going splat, splat, splat against the surface of the water hole.
The folds of her pussy quivered and twitched for several moments and then all of a sudden took on a new look, turning from firm to thoroughly mushy, as if they had been softened up by hours of massaging. They drooped from her messy groin, and her clitoris grew more prominent than ever.
On and on her fingertips worked at the stalk of exploding nerve ends. The thing thickened and stretched till it was larger than a man's knuckle; and it jutted from the sopping red meat around it in a state of such intense erection that it twitched sharply every few seconds, pulsating visibly.
A new jolt of lust burned through her loins, so potent it nearly made her eyes bulge out. She scraped her nails fitfully over the length of her clitoris, and she let out a howl of agony.
She bolted erect as if shot up by a powerful spring-her feet actually shot clear above the water-then she whirled around and bent way forward and really started to give it to herself. She abused her most tender, creamy flesh in the most savage manner possible, and she howled and howled.
Young Nagandiri was the first of her watchers to take out his cock and start beating his meat in response to the unutterably stimulating show that was being put on. Suleen was positioned now in such a way that the trim white cheeks of her bottom gaped at Nagandiri and Mbowe, and Nagandiri found the sight of her pinky, wrinkled little ass-hole palpitating in the moonlight far more exciting than anything he had ever seen before. He dragged his heavy black foreskin over and off the fist-sized bulb of his pud so fast that his corona started to sting from the friction burns, yet the pain was nothing. Never had he dreamed that such extreme rapture was possible as what he was experiencing now, as he watched that gorgeous, winking ass-hole and beat his ramrod bone for all he was worth.
Suleen bent even lower from the waist, till her face was no more than a foot and a half above the mud. She took one hand away from her cunt-but she kept the other one violently busy at the heart of her meat-and she scooped up more of the mud and transported it between her legs and up to her anus.
She frigged the tight sphincter for more than a minute, then she whimpered in pain as she very slowly introduced the full length of her middle finger into her rectum.
Mbowe mumbled an exclamation of awe and fascination in Swahili. He gulped down a last mouthful of pombe, then he set down the nearly empty skin and proceeded to work his straining erection into the open and do as Nagandiri was doing.
Suleen was already plunging her middle finger at top speed in her rectum. She seemed to be possessed, so rabidly was she stimulating herself front and rear. Her clitoris ached from root to tip as if it had been dipped in acid, yet she pinched it and pumped it and scraped it on and on.
She was moaning and moaning. And she was finger-bunging herself ruthlessly. More and more. And her poor, near-bursting clitoris...frig...frig...frig . ..
She was going out of her mind. It was so good. It was all so good. It was-oh, faster! harder! more! more! more!
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she squealed, her body going into convulsions. "Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She sucked in her tummy and watched her pussy and her inner thighs spasm with inhuman wildness. Cream spewed from her slit in great gobs, as if she were ejaculating, and the folds of her cunt squeezed in, in tighter, juicing herself.
And at last she gave out a shuddery sigh of profound satisfaction and plopped solidly back onto her butt, driving bet middle finger deeper than ever into her.
Nearly two minutes passed before she stirred. She stood up shakily and then turned around and squatted lower and lower, intending to dip her underbody into the muddy water to clean herself off.
But a mischievous twinkle came into her eyes, and she stopped her hindquarters short of the water. Things are primitive out here in the wild anyway, so what the heck, she mused as she spread her knees farther apart. Tipping her head forward, she peered down past her tummy, a pleasant feeling of naughtiness stealing over her. She grunted and strained, squeezing in on the walls of her bladder.
Her pee hole dilated, and suddenly a vigorous gusher of steaming yellow pee issued from between the tingling folds of her pussy.
She didn't let much of the hot, tangy fluid go to waste, though. As soon as she was sure the stream was coming strongly and continuously, she cupped her loins with both her hands and forced the stuff to surge over her vulva and splash into every tight, gooey cranny between the pudgy lips.
She was sure her own sharp, fast-flowing pee would do a better job of cleansing her private parts than the dirty water of the water hole-but, ooh, it stings and tickles!
She was still peeing strongly when she started stroking and massaging her genitals with the palms of her hands.
"Oh ... oh ... oh, golly ... oh ... am I ... am I .. again?" she moaned, a little surprised to find herself doing what she was doing, and to find herself extremely horny in so short a time.
Her hands went wild, and her pee sprayed all over her inner thighs and her tummy.
And quite soon her moaning turned to high-pitched squeals of feverish ecstasy, and then it was happening: "Ooh, shit, now! Now! I'm coming again! I'm coming again!"
She collapsed flat on her back in the mud and fell to panting and gasping-and as she did so she heard the sounds of someone hurrying toward her.
She jerked up erect from the waist, and her mouth fell open. She was so shocked she forgot to scream! She wouldn't have believed it, but there were two porters coming straight toward her-and coming fast. But they were told to stay away! she thought, on the edge of hysteria. They were told!
Mbowe had found himself stimulated beyond bearing by Suleen's wanton behavior. If he had taken time to think, he wouldn't have dared attack her; but he was beyond thinking. He wanted the little white bitch's cunt. He wanted to fuck her. That was all that mattered.
And Mbowe's move gave Nagandiri the courage to make the same move.
"You're not supposed to ..." Suleen started, but her voice died on her as she saw what Mbowe was doing now that he was only a few feet from her.
Mbowe pushed down his khaki shorts and his briefs, the only garments he was wearing, and kicked his feet free of them. His eyes on Suleen's flushed and juice-smeared pussy, he hurried to her and settled down on top of her.
"No-" Suleen began, but then Mbowe clamped his palm over her mouth to shut her up.
With practiced ease he lodged his great, pulsating glans between her rubbery cuntal lips, and he immediately began to exert pressure. Suleen was dazed and still somewhat incredulous; she struggled in a manner that was little more than perfunctory-but even if she had put up a real fight, Mbowe would have had little trouble keeping her from unseating him.
A muffled scream tore up out of Suleen's throat. She felt her thick wet cherry starting to tear, and then suddenly it burst into tatters and she could actually hear the blood of her brutal defloration spraying up from her inner flesh and then splashing down from the wiry black hairs about the root of Mbowe's cock and inundating her wide-stretched cuntal lips.
Mbowe groaned ecstatically as he fucked all the way into her powerfully gripping passage. He reached up over her torso to take hold Of her titties in his big, calloused hands, and he roughly kneaded the spongy little mounds as he held his cock still in her. He was confident he would delight in this ride more than any of the many, many others he had taken; he couldn't remember ever having fucked a girl who was anywhere near as tight as this white bitch.
Suleen was on the edge of unconsciousness. She was certain she was going to die, so savage was the agony that was radiating from her cunt. She felt as if a small, petrified tree trunk had been driven up her. She was impaled to the uttermost depths of her vagina, and the hugeness and ruthlessness of Mbowe's in-fuck had surely sinned her alive inside her passage and left her raw and ruined right in to her very cervix.
She did faint when Mbowe began rhythmically pistoning his meaty cylinder in her tortured hole, and she came to only when the rhythm of Mbowe's fucking gave way to a series of short, convulsive thrusts several minutes later.
Mbowe gasped again and again, and then Suleen felt the jets of his climax flooding into her, only to fountain right back out around his forearm-sized shaft and splatter against his crotch.
The enormity of what he had done must have slammed with full force into Mbowe's mind just after he had drawn his cream-soaked, deflated penis out of Suleen's brutalized hole, for quite suddenly he snatched up his shorts and briefs and went galloping away from the scene of his crime without even taking time to cover his nudity. He angled in a wide arc toward the far end of the encampment beyond the trees, and he prayed that Suleen had not recognized him and so would only be able to describe him as one of the porters.
He needn't have worried, for Suleen had trouble telling one black African from another. She only wished that his friend had taken tail with him.
Having had the pombe-inspired courage to make the approach, though, Nagandiri wasn't about to flee till he had his share of what Mbowe had sampled.
Nagandiri had stripped off his own shorts and briefs while waiting his turn, and now he came close to Suleen and settled down in the mud on his knees beside her.
"Please ..." Suleen murmured, gazing up at him through wide, pathetic eyes as he gently soothed her sore, bleeding flesh with the tips of her fingers.
"Is okay; I nice," Nagandiri said, and smiled broadly as if to give further reassurance of his good intentions.
He indicated for Suleen to turn over and get up on all fours, and Suleen was too dispirited to show even token resistance. She had been raped once; she might as well be raped again, she felt
She was a little relieved to find that Nagandiri's cock wasn't quite so large as Mbowe's had been, and she appreciated the fact that he was considerably less rough in his penetration of her. Maybe it won't be so bad this time, she thought.
She was given her first indication that it wouldn't be bad at all when Nagandiri hunched close over her back and then slipped his hands under her haunches and probed gently for her clitoris.
She sighed. She was surprised, and a little ashamed, to realize that she wasn't finding Nagandiri's slow, thorough thrusts at all unpleasant. In fact-
"Ooh," she groaned softly, for her clitoris had been located and Nagandiri had begun gently but insistently frigging it
As soon as her clitoris had stiffened enough for him to get hold of it, Nagandiri squeezed it firmly and began milking at it as if it were a tiny udder.
"Ooh, fuck," Suleen muttered under her breath, and blushed at the way she was responding to Nagandiri's lovemaking.
Nagandiri speeded up the pistoning of his cock, but he speeded up his milking of Suleen's clitoris even more.
Suleen began to match his thrusts, and she was pumping strongly under him almost before she realized she was responding in such a manner at all.
All of a sudden the quiet sounds of their lovemaking were pierced by the roar of Suleen's father Arthur Hammersmith: "WHAT IN THE DEVIL'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?"
Nagandiri uncunted in a rush and whirled around to face Hammersmith, who was standing with feet spread twenty yards or so from the water hole.
Hammersmith leveled his rifle at Nagandiri and muttered, "You black bastard." His voice was as steady, and as cold, as his rifle.
"Please, Bwana," Nagandiri whimpered, throwing up his arms and wishing his hard-on would settle down.
"You black bastard. Rape my baby, will you?"
"PI-" Nagandiri began.
It was then that Hammersmith blasted the top of his head off.
The shock of the scene-of Nagandiri's body crashing down beside her-kept Suleen silent for several seconds. Soon, though, she screamed, "Daddy, you've killed him! You've killed him!" She had to fight down hysteria, and she wondered at the fact that she was able to keep from throwing up.
"My poor baby," Hammersmith murmured, setting his rifle down.
He hurried to Suleen and swept her up into his arms.
"I thought I heard a commotion coming from here by the water hole a while ago. Oh, my baby, if only I'd come in time to save you-oh, my poor sweet baby."
"You've killed him, Daddy!" Suleen screamed.
Hammersmith carried her into the water hole as he snuggled his face against the side of her neck. "We got to clean every bit of the filth of that black bastard from you, baby."
"Oh, Daddy ..."
Hammersmith lowered her into the water, then he began "cleansing" her loins with the help of his fingers. First he rubbed all over her groin, his fingers repeatedly caressing over the lips of her pussy, then he opened her slit and eased two fingers into her vagina.
"Did he hurt my baby in here?" he cooed.
He started working his fingers in and out in such a way that his palm slapped again and again against her clitoris.
"You can never trust them, baby. You just can never trust them."
He pressed his crotch against her hip and rubbed against her.
"Oh, Daddy, you're going to make me come," Suleen groaned.
"Poor sweet baby," Hammersmith murmured.
He felt his penis bucking and then squirting down the leg of his pants in the water. The climax went on and on, but he tried not to think about it. This was his baby, and she'd been raped, and she needed to be cleaned and comforted.
"It wasn't you fault, baby," he said tenderly. "Don't you be ashamed. You're my baby ... and you're a good girl."
"Ooh, shit, Daddy ... do it faster now . .."
CHAPTER TWO
Rosalie Hammersmith was an uncommonly beautiful woman in her early thirties, tall, slender of limb, with deep blue eyes and yellow hair and a flawless milky complexion. Her beauty certainly wasn't helping her now, though; and she was growing increasingly irritated at her husband's thoughtlessness.
Where was that man? He should have joined her in the tent ages ago.
Rosalie lay naked on her back on an army-type cot in the comfortably large tent she shared with her husband-their daughter had a small tent to herself that was set up nearby. For the last twenty minutes or so Rosalie had been listening to the sounds of the Castaines, the youngest couple on the safari, making love with utter abandon in another large tent, one that was all too close. Rosalie had been itchingly horny even before the Castaines had started pounding their bodies against each other; and the gross sounds were sharpening her horniness to an almost painful extent, and making her intensely jealous as well.
What in God's name was keeping Arthur?
Fully ten minutes had passed since Rosalie had brought her feet up onto the cot and shoved a pillow under her rump. Her legs sagged wide apart, with the choicest part of her body aimed in shameless invitation at the tents entrance, but still her husband failed to appear through the flaps.
It was cruel, and Rosalie was so frustrated she felt like bursting into tears.
Her eyes remained dry, though, for at that moment she remembered the curious device she had managed, on the sly, to "borrow" from among Mark Castaine's personal effects during a long break earlier in the day.
The device was an elaborate but easily operated thing she'd quickly concluded to be a sex machine of some sort. She'd happened upon it in its own box among Castaine's other things. What had intrigued her was the legend in large, bold yellow block letters on the side of the box: NITETIME REVITALIZER-WITH MASSAGING ACTION, SUCTION, DEEP PENETRATION, AND OTHER FEATURES-FOR HEALTH AND PHYSICAL FITNESS.
Rosalie now got up and looked in the corner of the tent where she'd hidden the revitalizer. Returning with it to the cot, she lay back down and set it between her arched and open thighs close to her butt.
The main workings of the device were contained in a black metal case not much larger than a loaf of bread. The attachments, powered by a small but very potent battery, projected from the top, with the array of controls laid out on one end.
Rosalie now slipped one hand past the wet, crimson gash of her split meat and turned the revitalizer on. Hearing its soft, inviting hum, she directed what appeared to be a blower at the end of a bendable rubber stalk, toward the maw of her pudgy, dripping wound. She snaked the small funnel in close, wanting those swollen inner lips of her pussy to be jolted by really strong, concentrated action. Then she pressed the proper button on the end of the revitalizer.
It started with only a gentle flow of air, just strong enough to tickle the juicy tissues at her groin and waft their smell to her nostrils. But even the start was enough to make thick, warm cream ooze steadily from her split meat.
Rosalie's eyes fluttered steadily and then closed. She knew she should feel shame and disgust, but what she actually felt were deep, exquisite tremors of rut that made her want to purr with delight.
She felt her heart beating faster and faster under her big, creamy titties, and she forced her legs to gape even farther apart.
The stream of air grew warmer, and a series of powerful shudders passed through her as she drew the funnel even closer to her gash. With the tips of her thumbs and index fingers she pinched the flushed, dimpled skin that flanked the smelly bulge, and the red slices of inner meat pooched far out and poured down cream in a gross exhibition of her rut
And then Rosalie gasped and flung her head back hard against the cot. The small funnel wasn't only squirting air deep into the slimy recesses of her cranny; it was splattering tiny droplets of some stinging liquid all over against the blood-red display.
Ooh, the revitalizer was a fiend. It was making her pant and tremble and sweat and spew saliva from the corners of her mouth. The sweet little machine was driving her crazy.
Only moments after the shock of those stinging droplets first hit her, Rosalie got another jolt. A firm, thin extension of rubber poked out from the center of the funnel and by chance drilled its way far down into the throat of her quaking twat. The revitalizer was full of delicious surprises, and each one of them made her lust grow stronger.
The rubber prod was tormenting the neck of her womb, making her groan from deep in her lungs and gyrate her loins in a mad, turbulent dance of passion. Her eyes shot wide open as if their lids had been touched by electricity, and she worked and worked her firm-fleshed ass against the harshly scraping material of the cot
"Oh, fuck me deep, you crazy, wonderful machine! Drill in there as hard as you can!"
The rubber twat pacifier did begin fucking her then, with a vengeance. It pistoned in and out at a punishing rate, whipping against the tightly hugging walls of her passage and squishing through the juices that coated them. It made Rosalie's abdomen spasm violently, so searingly intense was the pleasure it was pumping into her.
"Ooh, Christ! God Almighty! This is so indecent! It's-but, God, it's so delicious I could shit!"
Her long yellow hair was flying all over her face as her head jerked this way and that against the cot. Only through a tremendous exertion of willpower did she manage to still her head so that she could lean up and watch what was going on at her crotch. Peering down between her heavily congested breasts, she observed in a state of utter fascination the obscene violation of her sopping wet meat.
"Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord-God!" she grunted as her pussy bear-hugged the length of rubber stabbing repeatedly into its inflamed throat. "Ooh, this is crazy! It's absolutely mad! I'm being raped by a baby robot!"
Just then, Rosalie caught sight of her monstrously bloated clitoris, which was ramrod stiff and twitching furiously.
She drew what looked like a small, toothy mouth from the top of the revitalizer down to her hot bud, which was so raunchy it looked as if it were about to burst. The "mouth" was connected to the revitalizer by a thin, limp rubber tube. When Rosalie worked the partly open "mouth" down around her clitoris and then pressed the proper button, the "mouth" gripped the ramrod stalk of slimy red gristle between its sharp little "teeth" and started right in chewing away at the glans of the thing-and just then the firm rubber fucking prod retracted into the center of the funnel.
It was too much. Rosalie was mad with the ecstasy that was sizzling and tingling in every cranny of her twat. Her eyes were going to pop out of her head, and she imagined she could actually feel the profusion of silken hairs that covered her pubis being singed at their roots.
Mindlessly, frenziedly, she reached down and grabbed firm hold of the blowing and spurting funnel. Straining to get her sweat-smeared legs as far apart as possible, she set about fitfully dragging the funnel through and through her almost unbearably horny slit.
She bucked up at her middle and held her body unsteadily arched, with only her head and shoulders and her toes giving her support. After a few preliminary moments spent prodding and frigging the browny pucker of her rear aperture to make the tiny sphincter relax and expand, she set the tips of the index and middle fingers of her free hand against the tiny elastic ring and began forcing the fingers into her rectum.
"Jeez, my bowels are going to explode!" she grunted after a few moments. But she kept on and on, stuffing her fingers deeper and deeper into her greasy-walled bung. "What am I doing? I'm behaving like a fiend!"
She began to wedge her thumb along with her index and middle, fingers as deep as possible into her gripping shit hole, and she also began to try to wedge the funnel of the revitalizer into her vagina.
She whimpered and squealed at the stretching she was giving herself-both front and back-but she kept at her wicked work till she was half afraid she would split herself open twat and ass-hole both. She ignored the touch of fear, in fact; she kept on even after she felt as if she were on the verge of experiencing a double delivery of a truly miraculous sort.
Her face was nearly beet red, and it was literally pouring off sweat. She was grinding her teeth against her tongue, her nostrils were grossly flared and palpitating, and she was creaming out more smelly, gluey musk than she would have believed her loins could contain.
When she came, her cunt would melt!
Having forced part of the circular edge of the funnel into her pussy, she redoubled her efforts to get the whole thing in. She jammed the funnel's leading edge as strongly as she could against the mouth of her vagina, and after some moments she overcame the resistance.
Yes! Yes! The funnel was going into her ravenous cuntal passage. Ooh, it was so good ... so good ... Her muscular slot was stretched to such a wicked extent-
Oh, Christ, I can't stand this much more! I'm going to come and come and never stop, the way I feel!
The arch of her body became more pronounced. She fought to still her ragged breathing so that she could savor every nuance of what was happening to her.
She felt the blower's hot air streaming against her cervix, and she creamed so steadily and so heavily that she was a little afraid she might dehydrate herself. The stuff was running down her inner thighs and flowing into the crack between her cheeks, around the fingers and thumb crammed deeply into her rectum, and it was slopping down under her and forming a thick, spreading puddle on the cot.
Rosalie began struggling to pump her vagina with the small funnel, and in doing so she massaged the glans of her clitoris with the lower part of her palm. It was all the trigger she needed, and suddenly her bottom plopped into the puddle of her cream and began slapping repeatedly, convulsively, into it.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Oh, you crazy, blowing, fucking machine, you're doing it for me! I'm coming so hard and strong-oh, man, so strong it hurts!"
Rosalie's husband was just then entering the tent, and when his eyes lighted on her spread-eagled form, he exclaimed, "Hey now, what's all this?"
Rosalie smiled mellowly, to herself. Just now she had debunged her fingers and thumb, and pried the funnel out of her cunt hole, adding an extra kick to her climax, which would have been memorable for its intensity even without the bonus.
"I'm ... I'm sorry," she murmured luxuriantly.
Hammersmith stepped completely into the tent and drew the flaps together. Facing Rosalie again, he grinned and asked, "For what?"
With her sure instinct for side-stepping matters she didn't care to discuss, Rosalie chose that moment to redirect the focus of attention onto her husband. "Where in blazes have you been?" she demanded. "Why is it your pants are soaked like that?"
Hammersmith shrugged. "I slipped in the mud by the water hole and fell in," he said.
He knew he should tell Rosalie that their daughter had been raped, but he didn't feel like talking to her about it. He didn't believe that Rosalie was sensitive enough to deal with a thing like that. If Suleen wanted to tell her-a prospect he didn't consider-likely-okay; but he was quite willing to leave her in ignorance. After all, Rosalie wasn't nearly so close to their daughter as he was.
"If you'd watch where you're stepping instead of always being so involved in being on the lookout for something to shoot..." Rosalie muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the cot and sitting up.
Hammersmith set his rifle carefully down on a pile of gear at the edge of the tent-and he made a mental note to be sure to clean it later on.
"You pay more attention to that damned gun of yours than you do to me."
Hammersmith stared at her and grinned. "Well now, aren't we feeling bitchy tonight?" he teased.
"You'd feel the same way if you'd been listening to what I've been hearing for the longest time now."
"And what might that be?"
"You'd hear right now if you'd open your ears: those Castaines have been miking like rabbits practically nonstop for hours, it seems."
Hammersmith chuckled as he approached Rosalie.
Rosalie looked up at her husband's face. "Go outside lonesome, with my husband out shooting at shadows."
Hammersmith clasped her shoulders and coaxed her up into his arms. "I never shoot at shadows, pet," he said levelly.
"Well, it's for sure you don't set your sights on me often enough ... not lately, anyway."
Hammersmith refused to take the bait. "So you get the hots from listening to other people fuck, huh?"
Rosalie caressed his chest with her cheek. "I'm normal," she answered without anger, "even if you may not be."
"Oh, I'm normal too. So, look, how 'bout us two normal folks go out and sneak up behind the Castaines' tent and get a little closer to the action?"
Rosalie looked up at her husband's face. "Go outside and listen? Actually spy on them?"
"Why not? It won't hurt them. And there's a good chance we might even be able to sneak a peek in on them-or haven't you noticed that our tent has a few rips here and there, thanks to the no-good bunch of lousy porters we're saddled with? Hell, we might even learn a few pointers." Hammersmith playfully slapped his wife on the back. "I hear tell these younger couples are supposed to know all the tricks."
Rosalie was too intrigued by her husband's suggestion to share his lighthearted mood. "But ... you don't mean ... I mean, I should put something on, shouldn't I?"
"Don't you dare! In fact, I'm going to take off everything that I have on." , "But ... the porters! What if we're seen?"
"None of the porters are around this area-or none should be, anyway. And what if any of them did see us? Who cares? Hell, I don't mind showing you off."
Rosalie giggled and stood back from him. "All right ... if you're really serious about this idea."
"You just wait and see if I'm serious," Hammersmith said, and began stripping.
Presently he and Rosalie were holding hands like children as they parted the flaps and stepped out into the open and then padded quietly around their tent in a wide half circle that brought them stealthily toward the rear of the Castaines' tent.
"No more giggling," Hammersmith cautioned. He added, "The young lovers seem to be quiet enough at the moment."
"Well, even they must need a breather now and then."
Hammersmith settled to his knees and gestured for Rosalie to do the same. With her tailing him, he crept right up to the rear of the tent, listening intently as he looked for tears in the material through which he could see inside.
"There," Rosalie said softly, pointing.
The hole was a small one less than two feet above the ground, but it would do. Hammersmith settled forward onto his forearms and moved his face up till one of his eyes was flush with the hole.
"What are they doing?" Rosalie asked, burning with curiosity. "Why are they so quiet?"
Inside the tent, Kitty Castaine lay naked and spread-eagled on a narrow, thin mat near the center of the tent floor area. She was breathing slowly and evenly, as if asleep, and her eyes were closed.
Beside her, her husband Mark, who was also completely naked, was on his knees and peering down into what appeared to be a medical bag. There was a frown of concentration on his face; for some time he seemed unable to make up his mind about something.
Castaine was no doctor. Though only twenty-four-years old, he was the chairman of the board of the Inter-American Textile Corporation. It wasn't really a job after his tastes; but he held the largest block of stock in the corporation, and a man did have responsibilities.
It was Castaine who had got up the safari, inviting along two of the higher executives of IATC, and their wives. Castaine didn't particularly like hunting, but he did like the primitive life. Also, the safari promised to give him ample opportunity to pursue his obsession-he thought of it as a hobby: exotic plant potions, particularly aphrodisiacs and allied drugs.
He was debating with himself right now whether he dared give his wife yet another dose of the powerful alkaloid he had had smuggled out of China. The drug wasn't really dangerous even in doses considerably larger than those he gave Kitty, but it was so effective that it brought on a frenzy of violent, exhausting sex action-and as it was Kitty had pumped her way to a state of prostration during the bout they'd finished only a minute or two ago.
"What do you think?" Castaine finally asked. "Feel like you could go another round?"
His cock was stiffening back up, and his balls were starting to swell and tingle already. His sexual needs were far greater than those of the average man even on days when he felt under the weather, and something about being out here-out in the wilds of Africa-made them almost superhuman in their strength. He'd fucked Kitty and fucked her, but he couldn't seem to get enough.
By God, he felt as if he could fuck her right into the ground! He'd ride her so long and so hard that they'd both end up collapsing from the fiendish workout...
"If you want to," Kitty murmured in answer to his question.
She rolled up tiredly onto her side and waited-and Castaine leered at the small, creamy melons of her bottom and wondered if she were as indifferent as her casual tone of voice and implied.
Her face away from her husband's, Kitty grinned girlishly in pleasure over her pretense. She and Castaine had been married less than a year-she was only eighteen years old-but even so she found it remarkable, and oddly amusing, that he didn't realize she was an extremely passionate girl by nature. Castaine's aphrodisiacs strengthened her ability to "perform", sure-but they never made her feel anything she wasn't already.
"Aiie!" she yelped, for her husband had impaled her raised cheek with a hypodermic needle and was forcing stinging yellow jets of the Chinese potion deep into her flesh.
In a moment Castaine withdrew the needle from her and tossed the empty hypodermic into his bag.
As soon as Kitty lay back, Castaine reached between her legs and stroked up her thighs with his fingertips. The silken, downy flesh was warm and yielding, and the warmth increased as his fingertips reached the wet folds of her pussy.
He began massaging the delicate red tissues and membranes between the little lips, sweeping the tips of his fingers this way and that with brutish gusto.
"Is it starting to do anything for you?" he asked.
Kitty tilted her head up and stared wide eyed at her hardening clitoris, and she groaned.
"Let me look," Rosalie whispered impatiently to her husband, who hadn't once drawn his eye away from the small hole in the rear of the Castaines' tent.
Hammersmith did at last, now, move out of the way to let Rosalie take up the position he had occupied. He scooted behind her, to her outthrust bottom; the sight of what Castaine had done to Kitty had so excited him that he needed to start in on Rosalie without delay.
Her thighs were well separated to keep her body steady, as finely balanced as possible considering her position, and he spent a few moments teasing himself by admiring the lush, creamy columns instead of feasting his eyes right away on the glorious red meat for which he hungered so strongly. He could smell her swollen, musky twat, and-God, he had to look!
There it was. Beads of sweat welled out on his brow as he leered at the juicy display, his eyes poring over every bit of the pouting flesh. He examined it all with lascivious intentness: the plump, hair-lined folds, the fragile little inner lips-and her clitoris, which was so big and hard and sticky it looked like a little penis that had been frigged to a state of feverish erection and then smeared all over with ketchup.
Hammersmith closed in, and he grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pried them as far apart as he could.
"You look so goddamn beautiful here," he murmured.
"He's going down on her now!" Rosalie whispered hoarsely. "Oh, Jesus, he's sucking her!"
Hammersmith wrapped his arms around his wife's thighs and jammed his face against her groin. "Rosalie," he sighed, his voice heavily muffled.
He released her cheeks, and he gripped her cunt's outer lips and pulled them far apart instead. His head seemed to reel at the almost overpowering smell of her that penetrated deep into his nostrils.
He glued the circle of his lips to the stretched cuntal folds, and suddenly Rosalie felt his tongue stabbing in against her glutinous tissues and membranes and begin to lash against the sensitive meat with near-ferocious gusto.
"Oh, yes! More! More!" Rosalie hissed softly. "Lick and suck all over in there!"
Her body bucked violently, and Hammersmith shot back in alarm. "Wha-" he began.
"Fuck me now. Right away. God, I'm so ready."
"You asked for it; and, darling, I'm going to give it to you like you never even dreamed of getting it before."
Hammersmith hunched over her, his hands going forward to squeeze her shoulders for leverage. "I really am as horny as I can be," he whispered. "It's just beautiful. It really is." And he plowed hard into her vagina, going deep ... deeper . .. ever deeper ...
"Ahhh!" Rosalie gasped out loud, uncontrollably, when her husband's glans slammed against her cervix deep inside her. Her head was driven against the taut material of the tent, and all of a sudden the small, ragged hole in the material grew upward till a long tear extended almost to the tent's pyramid-shaped roof.
Rosalie went skidding in through the tear, and Hammersmith surged right in after her.
"Oh, no!" Rosalie yelped, her face flushing crimson.
CHAPTER THREE
Castaine's head shot up like a rocket from his wife's dripping puss. There was shock in his eyes as he gaped at the Hammersmiths, but his ability to react quickly to extraordinary developments enable him to bring his shock under control in a matter of moments.
"Good evening, Arthur ... Rosalie," he said brightly. "Nice of you to drop in on us." He looked down at Kitty's face. "Aren't they the most neighborly folks you ever heard of, kitten?" he gushed.
"I want to be fucked, Mark!" Kitty groaned. "Oh, I want it! I want meat! Somebody help me!"
Hammersmith uncunted his aching erection and sat back on his calves. Lord! What could he say? "We were just out for a walk when ... when ..."
"Y-yeah, and ... and ... we just felt it was too hot to wear-" Rosalie tried.
Castaine had to laugh at their confusion. He had figured out just what they'd been doing; and the outcome of their eavesdropping now struck him as outrageously funny.
"Please, Mark! Somebody! I need it bad!" Kitty groaned, even louder.
Hammersmith gazed openly at Kitty. He felt so relieved that his boss was taking the unseemly interruption with good humor that he found himself blurting, "I wouldn't mind taking care of her problem for her ..."
"Arthur!" Rosalie squawked at her husband, and rolled over and frowned her anger up at him.
"Aw, honey, I was only making a crude joke ... just talking the way men talk."
"But you would like to fuck this hot little kitten of mine, wouldn't you?" Castaine asked, his eyes narrowed and steady. "Be honest, Hammersmith."
"He certainly would not!" Rosalie shouted.
Castaine turned his eyes on her and treated her to his most charming smile. "I know I'd like to get this big hard thing of mine up you ... sweetheart."
"Hey, now ..." Hammersmith started to protest.
"like you said ... just talking the way men talk," Castaine said quickly, still smiling.
"Yeah, well, I don't know that I like you making remarks like that to my wife."
"Aw, come off it, Arthur. You made the same sort of remark about my wife only a moment ago."
"You know damn well I was joking!" Hammersmith said sharply. "I sure as hell wasn't as blunt and suggestive as you were."
"I don't see that how blunt you were has anything to do with it. Or how suggestive, whatever you mean by that. And just what kind of bull are you trying to feed when you claim you were joking?"
Hammersmith's face started to redden as he felt anger surging within him. "I was joking!" he growled. "For Chrissake, you can't tell me-"
"Would you like to fuck Kitty?" Castaine demanded.
"Just because of a silly crack-"
"Would you?" Castaine pressed.
Flustered, and beginning to feel cornered, Hammersmith looked down at Rosalie to see how she was reacting to Castaine's persistent inquiry.
"Or don't you feel you're capable of answering without your wife's help ... and permission?" Castaine asked.
He glanced at his wife's face for a moment and asked, "You'd like him to fuck you, wouldn't you, Kitten?"
"Yes! Anybody!"
"Well?" Castaine pressed, his eyes immediately back on Hammersmith.
"Goddman you, yes! Yes, I'd like to fuck her! Are you satisfied?"
"Arthur!" Rosalie squawked again.
"Then climb onto her and push it in," Castaine told Hammersmith, " ... and I'll keep your wife company while you show us all what kind of man you are."
But Castaine watched Hammersmith and Kitty for only a few moments; he knew he could find a far more interesting way to occupy himself than finding out what kind of man Hammersmith was. What he cared about was the kind of man he himself was-and that was something he didn't need to find out.
He turned to Rosalie, and he saw that she was still watching her husband and Kitty. It didn't surprise him to see that her look of anger had been replaced entirely by one of undisguised and very strong interest.
Rosalie blushed when she realized that Castaine was staring at her. She looked up at him, and her blush deepened as she saw that his gaze held much more than simple curiosity.
Castaine stood up and came around Kitty and Hammersmith, who were already furiously slamming their pelvises together. "There's something almost girlish about you, blushing like that," he told Rosalie as he settled onto his calves near her head. "It's very attractive."
"It's because it's so outrageous and...and disgusting," Rosalie stammered, sitting up beside Castaine. "I know I shouldn't look . .."
"Why not? It gives you a thrill to look, doesn't it?"
"You have no cause to say that!"
"I bet it makes you hornier than anything ... even hornier than you were when your husband was fucking you. I bet it makes your pussy tingle and throb so much you can hardly stand it."
Rosalie started to protest again, but Castaine cut her off. "Admit it, Rosalie: it gives you a terrific kick to listen to others doing it, and it gives you an even bigger kick to watch."
"You're ... filthy! You think I like watching my own husband commit adultery?"
Castaine was too hot for her to spend any more time trying to provoke her into wanting him to fuck her simply by matching words with her. "All I'm sure of is that you want what I want," he asserted as he threw himself onto her. "You can't want to let your husband get away with playing you for a sucker without paying him back in his own coin."
Castaine didn't give Rosalie time to think or to marshal her forces to fight him off her. Squirming till he was solidly on top of her, he shot his face down and jammed his lips fiercely against hers, and he kissed her so long and with such abandon that he bruised her lips and left her breathless.
Rosalie had been taken completely by surprise. She lay gasping under him when he allowed her to breathe, and she gasped a lot louder when suddenly she felt one of his hands fasten itself claw-like to the hot, fat bulge of her twat.
She felt so indignant that she prepared to scream, but just then Castaine again glued his lips to hers. At that moment she felt so outraged that she believed she would have howled for his blood if she had been able to. Why, he was practically on the verge of raping her-and her husband was right nearby, too, the bastard, and not doing a thing to help her.
She wasn't able to scream or howl or make much of any sound, though, and in any case the moment passed by soon enough. Castaine meant to frig all the fright out of her, and that's what he proceeded to do.
Continuing to kiss her and to hold her reasonably still, Castaine began to move the fingertips of his "claw" all over her wet, smelly meat. She struggled to draw her legs together, but she found that he had her so well pinned she was barely able to move.
She felt utterly trapped, and for several moments the feeling kept her panicky. She was at Castaine's mercy; he could do to her whatever he wanted to. The feeling was so humiliating, so degrading, that she wanted desperately to scream.
She made fists of her hands and began pounding on Castaine's back, but he wouldn't let up. He kept her crushed under him, and he kept the kiss going on and on. And he frigged her and frigged her as roughly as he could, his fingertips furiously massaging her hair-lined labia, and bruising the tender, gluey tissues of her slit.
Ooh...Her arms were growing weak; she had little strength left in them to wield her fists against Castaine's back. Ooh, she couldn't help the way she was feeling.
Castaine pursued his advantage. For only a moment he eased up on his frigging, but then he located Rosalie's clitoris and concentrated on giving the bulb of the little shaft an almost savage workout.
He felt his dick throbbing and burning against his abdomen, and he felt an urge to saw it into Rosalie right away and give her the screwing of her life. But he managed to resist the urge; he wanted to get her so horny she'd plead for it and moan almost nonstop ... and he had a few special ideas for after that, too ...
Rosalie's clitoris was growing ever stiffer and longer, and it was getting stickier and stickier. Admitting to herself that Castaine had won and that she was his, she groaned loud and long, as if from her very soul.
Castaine lightened the pressure of his body on hers as he softened his kissing, and he felt her spreading her legs wide apart in blatant invitation to him to handle her cunt meat in any way he cared to. He felt her hot, swollen slit growing juicier than ever; the stuff was really starting to ooze out of her.
He could have smelled the copious proof of her intense rut from fifty feet away, he was sure. As close as he was, the musky odor was all but overpowering, yet even so he still managed to keep himself under control. He wasn't yet through jacking Rosalie up; he was going to make her squirm and squeal and beg for his pud.
Rosalie opened her mouth as if to sigh, and he stuffed his tongue into the slimy pink cavern. She opened her eyes wide and beamed up into his. Shivering with delight, she sealed her lips around the invader and began blowing it as she licked its tip repeatedly with the tip of her own tongue.
She was becoming so horny that she felt sure she was very close to achieving a climax. Castaine was keeping his fingers ceaselessly at work between the folds of her pussy; he was squeezing and massaging her aching clitoris on and on, giving her the frigging of her life. And her rut was growing stronger, hotter, making her cream more and more.
Suddenly Castaine altered his strategy just a little, in such a way that he excited her more than ever. He spread his palm over her slimy, tingling vulva and began grinding the butt of the palm against her clitoris, and he reached with his index and middle fingers down over her perineum to the tiny pucker of her anus.
Only after rapidly stroking the brown-greased aperture for nearly a minute did he begin to wedge the tips of the fingers, one after the other, into her rectum.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Rosalie groaned presently, in heat to her very scalp.
Driven by a jolt of almost unbearably intense lust, she flailed so powerfully she actually tossed Castaine off her. Grunting and gasping with complete abandon, she rolled fitfully over and ground her midsection as hard as she could against the floor of the tent.
Castaine moved between her legs and, grasping her by her hips, forced her onto all fours. "Now stay like that," he rasped.
Her legs were so shaky it was all she could do to keep from collapsing, but she was about to murmur her willingness at least to try to stay as Castaine wanted her, only-"Ah, God damn, man, yes!" she gasped, feeling Castaine's hot breath streaming against her anus and into her slit
Ooh, God ... more? This just couldn't go on. It just couldn't. It was more than she could take ... more than any woman could take. It was asking too much to expect a mature and responsive cunt to withstand. "Oh, no, no, no!" she moaned raggedly as Castaine jammed the tip of his nose against her anus.
Castaine was panting like a dog in the throes of a heat stroke. Keeping his nose against her rear hole, he squirted his tongue out of his mouth and licked down to the ends of her twat folds.
And then he was tonguing away right in her boiling gash, and that made Rosalie really sound out her ecstasy.
Castaine slopped and slopped his tongue through the narrow valley of swollen, glistening red meat. He licked ravenously, with utter abandon, through the drippy and smelly place, making Rosalie jerk her head from side to side, and groan and squeal with a desperate, pleading undertone of urgency.
All of a sudden Castaine withdrew his tongue. After sucking several great gobs of air into his lungs, he told Rosalie, "Stay on all fours like you are, but start 'walking' out the front of the tent and around back to the hole you and Arthur made there. We're going to play a little game of choo-choo ... only adult-style."
Rosalie quickly moved to obey. She was beginning think Castaine was more than a little crazy, but she hoped he was sane enough ... well, nice enough ... to keep on giving her the exquisite stimulation she needed, even if it was driving her crazy.
In fact, Castaine increased his stimulation of her. As soon as she started toward the flaps at the front of the tent, he took hold of her cheeks and pried them as far apart as he could. After eyeballing her anus for a moment of sweet anticipation, he shot his lips to it and set about drilling his tongue into her ass-hole.
"Oh, my God, that feels good!" she gasped as she approached the flaps. "Get it in deep! Man! Fuck me with your tongue! It's the best thing I ever-oooh ..."
By the time she passed between the flaps and outside, Castaine had penetrated as deep into her bowels with his tongue as he could. He kept his tongue in all the way for several moments, then he began pumping away and licking through the thick greasiness that coated the walls of her rectum. He even smashed his lips around her well-breached aperture and from time to time sucked with vacuum-pump force.
His actions at her bung shocked and thrilled Rosalie so deeply that she found herself all but galloping around to the back of the tent. She was an intensely and shamelessly randy mare, and the whiplash of her excitement seemed to force her to get along with the wildness of an animal.
Castaine was still reaming out her shit hole with his tongue when she reached the great rip at the back of the tent, so she didn't even slow down; she tore back into the tent, and Castaine stayed right at her behind.
But then Castaine drew his tongue out of her ass-hole and stopped her from once more going toward the flaps at the front. Keeping firm hold of her cheeks, he said, "No, Rosalie, hold on now; once around was enough. And I've got another idea ..."
His idea, in part was to have Rosalie squat over Kitty's face-Hammersmith was deeply involved in fucking Kitty for the second time-and lower her throbbing meat into Kitty's mouth. He was confident that in the state she was in, Kitty would be thrilled to get a fat, slimy twat to nibble and suck on.
Castaine sat back with his calves tucked under him and his massively erect dick twitching like a spastic middle leg at his crotch-and watched as Rosalie and Kitty began to bring to fruition the first part of his idea.
Kitty managed with effort to control the delirium produced in her by the fucking she was getting. She saw the bulging, messy twat hovering over her just as Rosalie was about to lower it into her mouth, and she reached up and began gently stroking the silken hairs that covered the plump outer lips.
She tugged at the hairs and pulled the lips well apart, giving herself complete access to the blood-colored inner flesh of the raunchy twat.
She felt Rosalie's shivers of passion and heard her soft grunts and sighs, and she was prompted to hurry her fingering. Back and forth, back and forth moved the tip of one index finger through the slit, and for a moment it penetrated right into the mouth of Rosalie's cuntal passage.
Rosalie found herself able to exert less and less control over her body's small movements-her quivering and squirming, her fitful little jerks. She was certainly not used to being stimulated by another female, and yet she couldn't help enjoying the fine job Kitty was doing. If anything, it was even more exciting than being frigged by a man.
More fingers invaded her slit, and then all of a sudden Kitty grasped the hot little pipe of her clitoris and began working it over as a playful puppy would a bone. Rosalie cried out her delight and began working her knees outward, away from Kitty's head, so that her pussy settled lower and. lower.
Rosalie was feeling really sexy now. She felt as if there had to be something obscene about it, something unutterably gross, it was such a strong and sustained thrill. Instead of big splashing drips, literal streams of hot, thick pre-come juices were now pouring from her meat into Kitty's mouth.
Reluctantly, Kitty drew her fingers down from Rosalie's throbbing gash, and Rosalie took the cue and accelerated the gash's descent.
"Yes, yes ... hurry ..." Kitty panted.
Rosalie used the fingers of both her hands to stretch the folds of her cunt far apart She fairly barreled the gaping organ down, and then she felt Kitty's lips around the tingling flesh and she yelped, "Oh, suck me now! Suck me! Suck me!"
The smell of Rosalie's cunt flooded Kitty's nostrils and almost made her faint with pleasure. Kitty thrust out her tongue and dragged its surface with rabid ferocity through the gooey slit. And it was lick ... and lick ... more and more ... and harder ... rougher ...
Rosalie began to tremble violently and perform tight gyrations with her midsection the moment Kitty began to concentrate on the glans of her clitoris "Ooh ... geee ..." she groaned, her cunt giving down torrents of cream.
Kitty went fanatical. She squeezed her eyes shut and started sucking the juices from Rosalie's meat-sucking and swallowing ... sucking and swallowing ... more and more ...
Rosalie's eyes grew glazed. She watched her husband's immense red pud pounding and pounding into Kitty's hole. Yes ... she thought, the glaze turning into a gleam.
At one moment when Hammersmith had whipped his ramrod meat tube out so far only its head remained in, she shot her head down and struggled for room to get her lips where she wanted them. She made it necessary for Hammersmith to lift Kitty's bottom and bring his torso almost erect, but she achieved her goal: she was able to suck and tongue his stabbing prod and Kitty's pussy at the same time, and that's what she proceeded to do.
Castaine knew that it was time for him to join in. Moving into place between Rosalie's legs, he inched right up to her setter and raised the target by lifting Kitty's head and shoulders up onto his thighs. After appraising for a moment the beautiful sight of Rosalie's ass staring invitingly up at him, he ripped the pale, smooth-skinned cheeks and moved in so that his cock was pressed vertically against the length of her crack.
He felt the pulsations not only of his cock but also of the inner flesh of her cheeks, and he had to hurry himself. Pulling back and angling his midsection forward just enough to lower his cock, he pointed the glans of the shaft at her anus. The defenselessness of the frail Utile pucker spurred him even more, and he licked his lips and began to force his glans against the aperture.
Harder and harder he pushed, slowly making the aperture spread open for him. He worked the cheeks wider apart, his hands squeezing so tightly the blood was forced out of the spongy mounds-and Rosalie's crack was subjected to such strain that it seemed to be on the verge of tearing.
His struggle to penetrate her rectum was made easier by the juiciness of her underparts. Rosalie's copious flows of cream had oozed over her pelvis, her inner thighs, and well up between her buttocks, so that his way into her shit hole was amply lubricated.
As soon as he got the tip of his glans into her, the rest of his dick made progress with much less difficulty
-though Rosalie was on the receiving end of intense pain even so.
By the time her bung had been violated by half the length of his dick, a slashing pain was torturing the meaty walls being so hugely stretched. So severe was the pain, in fact, that it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
Castaine plowed ever deeper at increasing speed, till at last his pud was up her to the hilt. The thorough penetration was so agonizing that tears actually welled out of Rosalie's eyes. And yet she was able to keep from screaming even now, for she knew that, pain or not, she wanted him to screw her shitter. It was not an experience she was much used to, and she seemed to sense within hrself a certain pleasure even from the pain.
Castaine now unbunged half his pud, then he jabbed right back in to the hilt. He gave his all to fucking her in the ass, relentlessly feeding his erection to the near-crushing grip again and again.
In and out flashed the full length of his meat pipe, the taut skin of the massive hard-on roughly stroking and massaging the lining of her rectum over and over again. The pleasure she gained was extremely strong after she got used to the great stretching, and yet she began to feel as if she was back to being a little girl and was being given an outsized enema by the nice uncle who had always been so concerned about her health.
Castaine was breathing faster and faster, and now he actually started to pant.
He was fucking Rosalie with every bit of energy he had, pistoning his dick into her rectum at a truly punishing speed.
"Ooh, you're turning me into a tunnel back there," Rosalie moaned, and flushed a heavy spurt of pre-come juices into Kitty's throat even as her voice trailed off.
She began frictioning her slimy meat as violently as she could all over Kitty's face. She felt Castaine's cock growing larger and pulsating far more strongly as he continued to pound and pound it into her greasy channel. She knew he was getting very near to reaching a climax-and she knew he'd have to hurry if he wanted to beat her.
"OH, IT'S CLOSE! I'M GOING TO COME! I CAN'T KEEP IT BACK! I'M GOING TO COME LIKE A FIEND!" she grunted, her mouth still right at her husband's prick thundering into Kitty's twat.
Quite suddenly she stopped polishing every bit of Kitty's face with the raw, enormously swollen tissues of her cranny. Instead she concentrated on juicing the gooshy red meat against Kitty's nose.
"Oh, Lord, here! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Thick, sticky cream gushed steadily from her puss, and most of it flowed into Kitty's mouth. Kitty scarcely minded, though. She was beginning to feel the edges of her own orgasm, and she guzzled down the offering with a kind of dazed delight. i In moments, Rosalie felt the first jets of Castaine's climax. Shivering with the intense thrill of having her bowels pumped full of sperm, she spread her lips and moved them back tightly into the thick of Kitty and Hammersmith's bout of lust. She felt the unmistakable pulsations of her husband's penis blowing its top-and then came Kitty's climax hard on its heels, and so strong she started chewing with insane frenzy on the folds of Rosalie's twat.
Everybody was ecstatic, and the swap safari seemed ready to be shifted into high gear.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was an extremely hot day, especially for highland country. Everyone in the safari-porters, members, all was as nearly naked as the conventions of decency allowed, but even so all were sweating profusely.
Stumbling along behind her parents, Suleen felt as if she were coated with stickiness under her clothes. She was sure the temperature was one hundred fifty at least; and more than anything else in the world she wished she could strip down somewhere and take a nice swim.
She quickened her pace and came up between her parents. Noticing her, Hammersmith slipped his arm lightly around her waist and said, "How goes everything, baby? Is it my imagination, or do you look glum?"
"How long do you think it'll be before we come to a pond or something?" Suleen asked in return.
"This weather getting to you, is it? Don't you worry about a thing, baby. Pretty soon we'll be entering the bamboo forests, and then we'll really start climbing this old mountain. Won't be near as hot when we get some elevation."
Suleen tried to smile in appreciation of his concern, at least, but she was too depressed even to manage that.
She drifted back to where the third couple on the safari, Bill and Elaine Landarr, were walking together. The Landarrs were the oldest couple on the safari, though they were hardly old in the sense that that term is most often used. Elaine was a slim, rather plain brunette in her late thirties, and Suleen had found her to be always "sweet" and sympathetic in nature. Elaine was always sure to have time to listen to Suleen, to talk to Suleen, and to show a genuine interest in Suleen. Elaine thought well of Suleen, too; and the two had become quite good friends.
Suleen took Elaine's hand and, without being pushy, led her a brief distance away from Bill.
"What's the matter, honey?" Elaine asked. "You don't look so good. You're not coming down with same thing, are you?"
"No, it's just the heat. I wish to blazes we'd find a watering place of some sort. What I wouldn't give to be able to go for a swim ... or just to take a bath would be enough ..."
Elaine felt her lips beginning to form a grin, and she tried to control herself. She wasn't successful, but she covered for her surge of pleasure by saying, "That's just what I was thinking a minute ago!" The truth was, she'd been hoping Suleen would present her with an opportunity of the sort that was now hers.
Smiling openly upon Suleen's pretty, child-like face, she reflected on the several times she and Mbowe, the chief porter, had made violent love, at night, in the last three weeks. Particularly, she held in her mind the memory of her telling Mbowe, last night, that he might find it interesting to go and keep an eye on Suleen at the water hole and see that no wild animals endangered her.
Elaine almost had to laugh at how nicely nature had run its course. Early this morning she'd asked Mbowe if he had gone to watch over Suleen last night. Eliciting the information that, yes, he had, she'd pressed him to tell her if anything interesting had taken place. Mbowe had spared her the knowledge that Nagandiri had accompanied him and been killed as a result, but he had at last, and at length, confessed that he'd raped Suleen.
Just as Elaine had hoped! She bet that Suleen would have a big itch for sex after such a vigorous introduction, even if the precious child wasn't yet feeling the itch.
"Listen," Elaine said thoughtfully, "I've talked quite a bit with the chief porter, and he knows Mt. Tshiaberimu and the country all around here as well as he knows ... well, the size of his cock."
Suleen's mouth fell open and she blushed, she was so shocked by Elaine's use of the word "cock".
"Sorry, dear," Elaine said, and winked mischievously. "But, anyway, why don't we go back to the tail of the safari-that's where he is right now-and see if he knows of a little lake or something nearby?"
Suleen was a little frightened of approaching any of the porters after what had happened last night, but she was suffering awfully in the heat. "Well, if you think ..." she said softly, and allowed Elaine to take her hand and turn her around to start toward the end of the snaking line of dark-skinned, brawny natives.
When Mbowe saw Suleen and Elaine coming down the gentle slope toward him, he felt a long pang of dread at the thought that, close up, Suleen might recognize him as the first of the two porters who had raped her last night. It had been fairly dark-and he was more than fairly dark-but still ...
Only after the two had come right up to him did his fear begin to dwindle. Nothing in Suleen's look, insofar as he could tell, showed even a glimmer of recognition on her part, so he began to breathe more easily. He guessed he really was in the clear.
"We don't mean to bother you, Mbowe," Elaine said, smiling up at him, "but we were wondering if you happen to know if there's a water hole or pond or something around here ... some place where Suleen and I could wash off and beat the heat for a few minutes."
"Oh, sure, ladies," Mbowe said, and displayed his blazing-white teeth broad, animated smile.. "You want Mbowe show you? Nice-sized place little up ahead, on'y some-some off main trail. Want Mbowe show?"
"That would be nice, yes. And maybe you could stand guard, too ... but you'll have to promise to stay off out of sight and not peek."
"Oh, sure, sure," Mbowe said.
Less than five minutes later they had climbed to the uneven line of two and three-inch-thick, cream-yellow stalks that marked the edge of the first bamboo forest through which the main train up ML Tshiaberimu passed. The stalks near the edge were, most of them, little taller than Suleen, but they were soon into a still, shadowed world flanked by thousands upon thousands of towering giants that reached up twenty, thirty, forty feet, some as big around as a man's thigh. To Suleen they didn't look like bamboo at all, but like actual trees, though much different from any trees she'd ever seen before.
"We turn here," Mbowe said, and turned off the main trail into an obviously little-used side trail made so narrow by the towering, pressing bamboo that even Suleen, following after Elaine, had to proceed sideways at spots.
Presently the bamboo began to thin out and give up more and more of its imposing height, and at last the three came into a rocky, rather steep clearing and saw a twenty-foot-across half-circle of shimmering green water.
"Mm, boy!" Suleen yelped, so overjoyed she clapped her hands out before her as if she were a child.
Mbowe stood a moment at the edge of the pool and splashed water over himself, then he left the clearing to give Suleen and Elaine the privacy Elaine told him they wanted. "And remember not to peek," Elaine called after his receding form.
The pool was simply the inevitable by-product of a broad, natural dip in the contour of the mountain slope. Below the flooded dip was a wide, linear bulge of earth that backed a the run-off of rain from higher up the slope; and only if the surface of the water had been several feet above the level at which it now was, would water from the pool have reached around the bulge and continued down the mountain.
Pursued more sedately by Elaine, Suleen scampered up the solidly packed bulge below the pool. "Ooh, look, we can dive in from up here," she squealed. "Boy, I can't wait. Are we going to take our clothes off?"
"Of course," Elaine said.
"Everything?"
"Sure. Why not? Don't you want to feel that nice cool water all over you?"
"Mm, boy," Suleen answered with a smile, and dismissed from her mind the idea that she should be embarrassed by displaying her nakedness to Elaine.
Elaine finished stripping herself of halter, shorts, and panties first, and she turned to look out over the pool and then executed a neat jackknife into the beckoning green water. Before she had time to surface, though, Suleen was in after her, yelping and squealing with puppyish exuberance.
They paddled with their feet and, coming close to each other, furiously slapped spurts of water into each other's face. If their play had been a contest, Suleen would have been the loser; Elaine was so accurate in directing the spurts she launched that Suleen kept being temporarily blinded and had to call time and rub her balled fists against her eyes to bring back her vision.
It was while Suleen was rubbing her eyes for the fourth or fifth time that Elaine darted right up to her and softly kissed her lips.
"Why'd you do that?" Suleen asked, a little flustered.
"Oh, I don't know. You looked so cute and sweet just then."
"Ooh, look how the water's made your nipples get all crinkly around the edges," Elaine purred.
Working her feet faster than ever to hold her position, she shot her hands forward and grasped Suleen's nipples. She squeezed the tips of her fingers tightly about the little nubbins and began roughly twisting them.
"Hey, don't," Suleen groaned.
But the tender pink things were already fattening and growing stiff, and Elaine had no intention of releasing them till she had them throbbing in fierce erection.
"I wish mine were this nice," she said, her fingers working, and working. "Mine are big and dark brown and ugly old things."
"Oh, bull. I'll let 'em go if you let me kiss you again." "Why?"
"Just say all right," Elaine retorted, frigging the blood-stuffed nipples more and more roughly.
"Ooh-all right! All right! You can!"
Freeing the. near-bursting strawberries, Elaine swept right up against Suleen. She threw her arms around Suleen and smashed her lips against the girl's, and she kissed her fiercely and without letup until finally she felt a tentative, tremulous yielding-the edge of responsiveness she'd hoped for.
The responsiveness became less tentative, and it quickly built in strength. Suleen's arms moved around Elaine, and the two pressed their bodies forcefully together with a longing that made both of them dizzy. Their breasts were flattened, their tummies caressed each other, and their thighs and pelvic bones ground together with the hunger they were feeling. And then Elaine was able to invade Suleen's mouth with her tongue, and she promptly did so.
A muffled, deep-voiced duet of groaning came from their joined mouths. Suleen responded with greater and greater passion; she began sucking Elaine's animated tongue just as Elaine sent one hand wriggling through the water down her side.
Elaine's hand came to Suleen's almost boyishly slim hip and moved back onto the small round swell of her buttock. Then her other hand came down, and after massaging Suleen's bottom for several moments she drew the creamy cheeks apart.
Her mouth came reluctantly away from Suleen's. As the tip of one of her index fingers found the elastic ring of Suleen's anus and began frigging it with a vigor that made Suleen grunt and gasp with desire, she rasped, "Now I'm going to give you a little lesson in sex, dear: I'm going to make you come so hard your eyes are going to pop out."
"Ooh, please," Suleen groaned. "Ooh, it's wrong, it's wrong." She squirmed more and more in response to Elaine's fingertip digging and digging at her throbbing rear aperture. "Ooh, yes, yes, do it, do it, do it..."
Elaine released one of Suleen's cheeks and moved her freed hand up onto Suleen's hip. Forming a small angle with the front of her body and the front of Suleen's body, she snaked her hand down across the lower part of Suleen's tummy and on over the swollen little bulge of her cunt. After caressing the full length of Suleen's squishy-feeling cuntal lips several times with the backs of her fingers, she parted the hair-lined folds with her primary knuckles and began grooving those knuckles slowly up and then back, up and back, against the creaming tissues of her slit.
"Do you like that?" she asked in a soft, almost inaudible murmur.
Suleen liked it profoundly and intensely, but she found herself unable to say so. She tried to answer, but all that welled up from her throat was a weak, ragged moan, a moan that went on and on.
Elaine's knuckles dug in harder against the hot red meat, and they swept up and back faster ... and faster
Suleen felt her clitoris pronging out to a state of extreme erection. She had to bite the tip of her tongue to keep her moaning from giving way to panting and gasping. The depth of her horniness made her feel that there was something wrong with her, that there was something naughty in her very nature. But it was all right; nothing could make her want to give up the sensations raging like fire through her loins.
Oh! Oh! What was Elaine doooing to her? The glans of her clitoris was burning up; it was going to burst. Those knuckles were skidding over it time after time, making so much blood surge into it ... making it ache with such awful strength . ..
Elaine worked away at the immensely bloated glans till she felt the stickiness of copious flows of pre-come juices gushing from Suleen's twat under the cool green, turbulent water. The messy cream seemed to be spurting from Suleen's overwrought meat, and soon it coated Elaine's hands with a slippery, not-so-thin film.
Her eyes really are going to pop out, Elaine thought Christ, her cunt just keeps pumping and pumping the stuff out, the darling, horny little bitch.
Suleen really began to moan with abandon now, and her tummy began fluttering and spasming with a strength that made her head spin. She paddled her feet as rapidly as she could, forcing the innards of her twat to grind against those knuckles flying through the incandescent slit.
"Ooh, shit! Ooh, Elaine! I'm going crazy!" she gasped. "I'm losing my-oh, no! Oh, I am! I am! Now! I'm coming! I'm coming! Elaine ..."
Her cries melted into a long, harsh groan of rut that burned her throat and made her feel as if her head were about to blast off. Her climax tore through her loins with an intensity that was almost brutal, and she jerked violently against Elaine and pumped her legs with all her strength and felt her pussy go into convulsions so strong they seemed on the verge of making the tender young folds of meat come apart at the seams.
Elaine kept her knuckles tearing through Suleen's slit long after the peak of the climax had passed, and then she held Suleen tightly and swam to the shore of the pool.
Still not through with her essentially innocent plaything, she made her get up and hurried her up the bulge of earth behind the pool once again and then down the slope to the edge of the bamboo forest.
"I've never felt anything so strong before," Suleen panted. "My God, Elaine, what made you do that to me?"
She was still a little weak from the exceedingly powerful climax, but her youthfulness and her natural vitality made the reinvigoration of her flesh proceed with remarkable speed.
"Nothing made me; I wanted to," Elaine said. "You know, Suleen, I like you an awful lot."
"You're not a ... a ..."
"A Lesbian? Not really, dear. It's just that I like to see people I like have as much fun as they can stand ... and I like to help them have that fun."
Suleen was gazing with curiosity at the wall of bamboo, wondering why Elaine had brought her to it. She was about to ask when Elaine told her to squat down with her legs splayed at either side of the closest of the bamboo stalks.
"Why?" Suleen asked.
"Just do it, dear. I want you to try something for me. Didn't you get a kick out of what happened in the pool? Well, if you think that was a gas ..."
Not wanting to offend her friend, Suleen did as told. She didn't understand what Elaine had in mind, but she had no reason to fear putting herself into her hands.
"Get closer in against it," Elaine said, and squatted down herself.
She slipped one of her hands down Suleen's tummy and spread the lips of her pussy with the tips of her index and middle fingers.
"Oh, Elaine, what're you-"
"Get right up against it, dear. Waddle right-yes ... yes ... that's right ... that's just fine."
Suleen shivered at the feel of the hard, smooth stalk of bamboo pressing into her slightly sore and inflamed gash. She wondered, still, what it was exactly that Elaine had in mind.
She found out soon enough, for Elaine quickly set about carrying out the rest of her plan. As soon as Suleen's split meat was pressed against the bamboo, Elaine drew her hand back out from between her thighs. She pressed that hand against Suleen's back, between her shoulder blades, and she foraged between Suleen's cheeks with her other hand.
"Oh, Elaine, what are you doing?" Suleen groaned.
Then Elaine found Suleen's anus and drove her middle finger all the way into her rectum. "Now ride, honey" she commanded, the actions of her penetrating finger as well as her supporting hand giving bite to the command. "Ride that bamboo pole, and just see how fun and kicky getting your jollies can be!"
Elaine's prodding made it impossible for Suleen not to start riding her wet cunt meat up the bamboo stalk. She brought her thighs almost together flanking the hard, cold column, and she emitted a squeal of pleasure as she started up.
She gasped as her genitals passed over the first of the rough growth rings that occurred at intervals up the stalk. It hurt-but it was fun! Her tummy went wild, and her little titties grew congested, with their pink nipples fattening and becoming almost painfully firm.
Up she went ... up ... up ... And then it was down. And then up. And down. Up. Down. Up, down, up, down ... faster and faster. She was riding the bamboo as wildly as if the stalk were greased all over.
Her eyes became glazed, and her throat seemed to be on fire as she moaned and moaned. She could feel her gushy little cunt throbbing against the hard column.
Elaine pressed Suleen's torso closer to the bamboo stalk, and Suleen felt the head of her clitoris being smashed against the creamed-over hardness. Suleen cried out in ecstasy; the ride was even rougher for her clitoris than it was for the rest of her gash, but it was the most exciting experience of her life even so. She would never have dreamed such a strange act could be so profoundly and so tremendously satisfying.
She pistoned her twat ever faster up and down the bamboo. Jolt after jolt of wickedly intense rut tore through her loins. Her very spine seemed to be tingling, and sweat began to pour off her brow in response to the violent effort she was putting into the incredibly gross act of self-abuse she was carrying out with such uncontrolled gusto.
She gripped the thick column of bamboo to give herself more purchase, and she rode on and on with insane wildness. The bamboo was frictioning her cuntal tissues in the most savage manner possible; it was bruising her most tender meat with a terrible cruelty-but it was a cruelty she wanted more than anything. If the skin should be flayed from her clitoris and the inner lips of her vulva, it was worth it.
She squeezed her eyes shut and began panting, and thick rivulets of saliva began flowing from the corners of her mouth. Her pussy was burning up, and it was throbbing with vicious strength. Her clitoris stretched, thickened, grew. Her nostrils flared. Her hot, rubbery titties seemed bloated; and even her bottom became flushed and started to bead with sweat.
It was time. Her body stopped at half-climb, then the spasms of her climax shook her genitals as violently as if its squeezing and wrenching were the result of some vicious wild animal chewing on it.
"I'M COMING, ELAINE! OH, SHIT! YOU DID IT! I'M COMING-OH ..."
Elaine yanked her shit-coated finger out of Suleen's rectum and pulled her hands away from her, and Suleen reared away from the bamboo stalk and fell on her back.
Elaine's fat, hairy twat was pulsating strongly because of the bouts of lust she'd subjected Suleen to. Thick, greasy cream was gushing from the maw of her piping-hot meat and pouring down her legs, and now all of a sudden she threw herself onto Suleen and moved up till her horny red gash was pressed over Suleen's nose.
Her rut was too intense for her climax not to come soon. Supporting and turning herself mostly with her hands extended to the ground, she twisted around on Suleen's face till she was looking out over the front of Suleen's body. The maneuver made Suleen's nose serve as a kind of juicer in her slit, and she was already on the edge of orgasm when she finished the grinding turn. She started frictioning her slit rapidly back and forth on Suleen's nose, pushing down as hard as she could all the while, and in moments she groaned, "Ah, honey, now it's my turn! I'm coming now! I'm coming! Ooh
She had creamed all over Suleen's face, and she kept up the flow of frothy juices even after her climax had passed. She knew she could come again without very much effort, so she continued polishing the inner flesh of her twat against Suleen's nose. Right after her climax she did work her hips with less speed than she had been bringing to bear, but she began building the speed back up almost immediately.
As soon as she had herself fairly deep in heat again, she used one hand to prod Suleen into spreading her legs apart. "Yes, honey, that's the way," she said, and started slapping Suleen's bruised, bedraggled pussy. She applied her palm to the slimy bulge very gently at first, almost caressingly; but the forcefulness of the slaps increased even more quickly than the speed of her hip action increased.
"Do you like the way I'm patting you?" she rasped.
Suleen was surprised to find that she liked it very much indeed. She had thought her last climax had worn her out and left her immune to sexual stimulation for a while, but she knew now that she'd been thoroughly mistaken: Elaine's slapping of her cunt had already jacked her up to a state of rut that was setting up a delicious tingle in her genitals. It was nice just to lie quietly on her back and feel it growing in her.
She could feel her clitoris stiffening and sprouting out from between the folds of her cunt, and she had to let out a moan of pleasure. Now the glans of her clitoris was receiving the brunt of the slaps directly, and her lust couldn't help but grow more potent and more demanding.
"Well, do you like it?" Elaine pressed, though she had little doubt about the answer to her question.
Suleen murmured a yes, and Elaine pulled all stops and really started slamming her palm against Suleen's pussy. Suleen cried out that Elaine was hurting her, but Elaine knew the pain was minor and of no importance; each time she applied her palm to Suleen's luscious adolescent meat she felt Suleen's clitoris twitching with rut, and she kept on sending her hand hissing through the air till Suleen was spewing pre-come juices as copiously as she was herself.
Then she stopped slapping and began a new attack. She bunched the fingers and thumb of her hand so that their tips were together, and she wedged the "end" of the barrel shape that was formed, into Suleen's slit. Finding the mouth of Suleen's vagina, she frigged it and dug at it till it began to relax and make room for the "barrel's" insertion.
"Ooh, Elaine, Elaine, what are you doing?" Suleen groaned. "What are you going to stuff me with?"
Now that Elaine had gained all the beachhead she needed in the maw of Suleen's vulva, she looked down at Suleen's mouth, only inches from her-Elaine's-vulva. Continuing to work her slit back and forth over Suleen's button nose almost at top speed, she watched her juices gush over Suleen's lips and chin.
All of a sudden she jabbed the "barrel" of her hand deep into Suleen's vagina in a rush, making Suleen open her mouth to scream-but Suleen's scream was choked off before it got started, by a fresh surge of lubricating cream that spewed from Elaine's sizzling twat and slopped into her mouth.
Elaine was relentless. Determined to fuck Suleen with the "barrel" of her hand despite the unusually tight and strong grip of Suleen's vagina, she pistoned the thumb and all four fingers slowly but relentlessly in the rubbery, slick-walled passage
She experienced a minor come that spurred her to speed up the fucking action of the "barrel" of her hand.
"Am I getting to you, dear?" she asked Suleen, her eyes on Suleen's cream-smothered lips.
"You're tearing me up!" Suleen howled. "You're making me raw! You're filling me so full..."
"But you like it?"
Suleen had to guzzle down more of Elaine's frothy white juices before she could exclaim: "Yes! I do! It's good! It's so good! You're driving me wild, Elaine!"
"You'd like to have a nice big cock up you instead of my fingers, though, wouldn't you?" Elaine asked. "Nothing could feel nicer than having a heavy black cock really stirring up a storm inside you, now could it?"
"Oh, shit! Oh, a cock ... a big black cock ... Yes! Yes! That's what I want! That's what I need right now!"
"I could call Mbo-"
"Yes, Elaine," Suleen interrupted, burning up with impatience. Her cunt felt as if it were on fire! "Call him over. I want him. God, I want him! I want his cock!"
Elaine raised her head and was just about to call out to Mbowe when the thunder of a rifle shot rolled down from farther up Mt. Tshiaberimu.
"Got 'im!" came Hammersmith's clear, not terribly distant voice. "Got me a gorilla! And look at the size of the bastard!"
Elaine drew the "barrel" of her hand out of Suleen's vagina and said, "I think we better put our clothes on, dear, and go see what the situation-"
"Can't we...just a few minutes...?" Suleen pleaded.
"No, dear, I don't think we'd better; your father'll wonder why we're not there to admire his kill."
"Shit," Suleen muttered under her breath as Elaine stood up.
"We could ... talk ... later?" Elaine asked. Suleen dragged herself up and took Elaine's hand, and the two friends smiled at each other. "About Mbowe?" Suleen asked in return. Elaine nodded. "And lots of other things."
CHAPTER FIVE
Elaine called out for Mbowe after she and Suleen had put back on their panties, shorts, halters, and footwear. When Mbowe appeared at the edge of the clearing, he told them he had heard the rifle shot and "Bwana's" remarks, and he said he could lead them by a shortcut up to where the rest of the safari was, if the two didn't mind climbing a few short, moderately steep slopes and going through one or two "tricky" patches of bamboo forest.
Suleen and Elaine were both pleased. They were more than willing to follow a rough route up to the others to save time, since neither wanted to catch any hell from Hammersmith for not being there to express admiration of his virility and awe at his kill.
Hammersmith's kill, it turned out, was a large black-backed male gorilla. Hammersmith was standing proudly beside the animal in the middle of a sparse stand of trees a hundred yards or so beyond the edge of the bamboo forest the safari had passed through. He watched Suleen and Elaine approach; and after Suleen told him she and Elaine had fallen back to the tail of the safari and had stopped for a few minutes in the bamboo forest to pee, he nodded generously and, smiling boyishly, recounted his adventure.
Just after coming out of the bamboo forest, he had spotted nearly a dozen gorillas-including infants, females, juveniles, black backs, and the lone old silverback who was head of the group-sleeping in their crude nests among the stand of scrubby high-elevation trees. Calling for quiet from those behind him, he had courageously stole across the stretch of open ground toward the trees to investigate more closely.
One light sleeper among the gorillas had heard a twig break under Hammersmith's foot as he had drawn near, and the gorilla had rolled onto his feet and stretched up erect and beat his chest violently with both his great, hairy fists to intimidate Hammersmith.
"I put a bullet square into his heart before he could get any ideas about going on a rampage and murdering any of us," Hammersmith said. "I know rogue gorillas can be plenty dangerous, so I just did what I had to do."
"What happened to all the other gorillas?" Elaine asked.
"Oh, them. The rifle shot scared hell out of them, and they all ran off as fast as they could go. And, boy, you should've seen them move."
Elaine's husband Bill Landarr, a tall, thin man in his mid-forties who had the sort of mature good looks that were highlighted rather than undermined by the peppering of gray in his short black hair, strolled up and draped his arm across Elaine's shoulders.
Grinning at his wife and at Suleen, and even at Hammersmith, Landarr said, "Mr. G.'s mistake was in trying to put the fear of the Lord in our protector here with that chest-beating shtick. For my money, if gorillas had any brains they'd give up that old habit and switch to grenades."
Hammersmith narrowed his eyes at Landarr. "Is that some kind of crack or something?"
Landarr chuckled and turned away, drawing his wife away along with him.
"There's always guys that have to make cracks," Hammersmith muttered, shaking his head.
"Are we going to stop here till tomorrow, Daddy?" Suleen asked.
"Yes, baby. I want the head of this monster for a trophy-that's the main thing-and I also want his-" At that moment there came the whoosh and thuck of a long red-and-green-striped spear that stuck almost vertically in the ground right between Hammersmith, Suleen, and Elaine. Hammersmith's face paled; and for one long moment there was dead silence in the stand of trees.
"Goddamn, what the-" Hammersmith began.
He was interrupted by a thunderous cry from one of the porters, who were milling about nearby: "UWELE"
And the terrible, deafening cry, which sounded to Suleen like the call of doom and which made her sweat and shiver at the same time, was echoed by one after another of the rest of the porters: "UWELE!" "UWELE!" "UWELE"
Watching the porters with growing anger-and with growing nervousness because of their obvious fear-Hammersmith set his lips in a harsh, straight line and waited for a chance to speak. He noticed Mbowe, the chief porter, among the bunch of headless black chickens (as he thought of them), and at last he was able to call out, "C'mere, Mbowe!"
Mbowe came at a run. "Bwana, Bwana, they say they run away! All of 'em run away!" he shouted. "They too much afraid! Uwele! Uwele!"
Hammersmith eyed all the other porters with increased contempt. "Do they know they can be shot if they run off from a safari!" he growled. And I'd damn sure like to be the one to shoot 'em all, too, he thought. "My God, can't you do anything about them? Can't you make them get hold-"
"They afraid, Bwana!" Mbowe said, still shouting even though he had come to a stop right in front of Hammersmith. "Uwele! Uwele! They afraid of Uwele!" He sounded as if he were trying to explain something, rather hysterically, to an uncommonly backward child.
"For God's sake, man, what the hell is all this Uwele stuff? Will you calm down and try to make some sense?"
"Uwele! People live in mountain! Cave people!"
"Cave people! What are you talking about, Mbowe?"
"You kill gorilla man, Bwana! Uwele know! Uwele say no good! Uwele say gorilla man have spirits! Uwele say no good kill gorilla-"
Just then, a short, very thin arrow hissed past Hammersmith and pierced part way into Suleen's right breast. Hammersmith gaped at the arrow and at the blood welling from the wound; and Suleen immediately became shaky on her feet. Then Hammersmith gasped as Suleen emitted a tiny moan and collapsed.
"Uwele! Uwele!" Mbowe shouted, spinning around and looking off in every direction in search of the enemy. "They all around, Bwana!"
Hammersmith heard the drumbeat frenzy of the other porters scattering as fast as their feet would carry them.
"My baby!" he cried out, and dropped to his knees beside Suleen. "Oh, no-"
Then his voice was cut off, and he stared in horror at the little arrow that had penetrated his upper arm.
"They all around!"
And everything was darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
The darkness remained for some time even after Hammersmith came to. As he opened his eyes, he realized that he was naked and that he was lying on his back on a bare, granular rock floor. He was almost glad he ached the way he did; the dull throbbing of his sinews helped him to keep his mind off Suleen and thus avoid becoming hysterical.
He rolled up onto his side, and it was then that he made out the barest hint of light. Moving in slow motion to keep from jarring his muscles, he got up onto his hands and knees and started crawling toward the light.
The light soon appeared much brighter, and he was able to see that he was in an underground chamber whose huge, more-or-less circular opening looked out on a wide, vaulting corridor of solid granite. He realized, as he crawled steadily closer to the chamber opening, that the light was coming from a torch of some sort affixed to the far, curved wall of the corridor some dozens of yards farther down.
So Mbowe wasn't talking complete nonsense after all, he reflected, without appreciation. And here I am cooped up in the bowels of Mt. Tshiaberimu.
The chamber opening was blocked by a simply constructed but very sturdy-looking, gigantic bamboo gate-a cell door as effective as any made of steel, Hammersmith observed. He sat up and grasped two adjacent vertical stalks of the gate. Testing them with all the strength of the muscles in his arms and hands, he found out exactly what he had expected to find out: the gate was at least as sturdy as it looked: it yielded less than an inch to the brute force he applied to it.
He gave up and let go of the stalks of bamboo, and at that moment he heard footsteps approaching from down the corridor, in the direction from which the dim light was coming.
Mbowe, naked like himself, was first to come into view. He was followed by two completely bald giants-both almost seven feet tall-who were obviously guards.
The guards were each carrying a spear of the sort-very long, and painted in a pattern of red and green stripes-that had served to announce the presence of the Uwele, outside the mountain. They stationed themselves in an erect, stiff posture, feet planted well apart and spears held vertically against the ground, close behind Mbowe; and Hammersmith noted that their skin was considerably less dark than that of Mbowe. Were it not for their Negroid features, they might almost have passed for deeply tanned Caucasians. There was even a kind of ashen look of their complexions-from spending much of their time underground, Hammersmith figured.
Mbowe stepped right up to the bamboo gate and folded his hands around one of the horizontal stalks. He said, a little sheepishly, "Bwana-"
"Where's Suleen ... and my wife?" Hammersmith demanded, interrupting. "Are they all right?"
"All right ... yes. They all right. They fine. They in different place like this. It's okay. They fine."
"And the others-the Castaines and the Landarrs? How are they?"
"All same, Bwana. Everybody fine. They all in different place like you ... this. No worry."
"And the other porters? What's happened to them?"
"All gone. All run away. On'y me here."
"Listen, you're sure Suleen and Rosalie ... my wife ... you're sure they're all right? Mbowe, if you're lying to me-"
Mbowe's lips turned down sharply at the corners. For a moment he let every bit of his contempt for Hammersmith-his near-hatred of the man-show on his face. "Mbowe say everybody fine," he said curtly, his voice pitched so low it was almost a growl. "No time for more talk-"
"If all the other porters got away, what are you doing here? How come you didn't get away with the rest?"
"Uwele see me and you talk; they shoot me with little arrow like you and ... and you friends. They let other porters go, but they keep me to interpret."
Mbowe drew his hands back from the bamboo gate and let them hang at his sides. He arched his eyebrows and shrugged. "Okay...Bwana?"
"You telling me this ... this mess ... is none of your doing? You're the only one of the porters here, but you didn't have anything to do with me and my family and my friends getting kidnapped?"
"I no understand what you think, Bwana. Uwele and me-friends? No, no. You no hear? They shoot me too, with little arrow. They want me to interpret. They want me to tell you-"
"Well, you just better not be feeding me a line . .
"Please, Bwana; no time. They want me to tell you you must make love to daughter of their chief."
"I must make-Mbowe, are you crazy? Have they been dosing you with that pombe ... or what?"
"You must make-"
"Look, why don't you just see if you can find out when we'll all be able to get the hell-"
"First you must make love to daughter of their chief," Mbowe insisted.
"You're serious?"
"You must make love to daughter of their chief because you kill gorilla man. They say gorilla man have spirits; and now you have spirits. You make love and give spirits to daughter of their chief."
"Yea-eah?" Hammersmith slowly shook his head in wonderment. "They really believe that shit?"
Mbowe nodded.
"So all I have to do is screw the chiefs daughter, and then we'll all be able to clear out of here? That's all there is to it?"
"They say-"
Mbowe was cut short when one of the guards grunted harshly and at the same time lifted his spear and angled it forward. The other guard followed suit, and Mbowe turned around and spoke rapidly with them in their guttural, staccato tongue for a few moments.
Mbowe turned back to Hammersmith, and said, "No more time, Bwana; they say chief get angry. Now they let you out and take you to him."
Hammersmith half shrugged as he watched Mbowe step aside to let one of the guards come up to the gate and lift up out of its twin supports the short, leather-wrapped stalk of bamboo that had been keeping the gate secure. If screwing some native girl was all he was going to have to do to get himself and his family and his friends out of hock, he didn't really have much cause to complain ...
The one guard swung the gate open and gestured with his spear for Hammersmith to step close and drop down into the corridor.
More than a little intimidated by the grim-faced giant, Hammersmith did as wanted without delay; and moments later he was walking at a fast pace down the corridor, with Mbowe walking beside him and with the one guard leading the way and the other guard bringing up the rear.
They went several hundred yards down the gentle slope of the meandering corridor before coming to a branch on the left. The "branch" was actually little more than a glorified tunnel; they had to ascend a short plank, which had been laid running up a pile of loose rubble, to the entrance, and they had to keep stooped-over and keep their knees bent all the way through the tunnel.
They came out into a chamber with a nearly circular, level floor that had a diameter of twenty or twenty-five yards. The walls of the chamber curved up in on each other to form a ceiling with a maximum height of almost thirty feet; and there were so many torches affixed to the walls, spaced evenly around the chamber at shoulder height, that for a moment Hammersmith actually imagined he was stepping outside. The place was as brightly lit as a cathedral!
With Mbowe still beside him, he followed the lead guard to the far side of the chamber. The man who was apparently the chief of the Uwele was sitting in a large, simple chair that had been carved out of a single granite boulder and that was situated with its wide, high back against the wall. The two guards peeled away and took up positions at attention, one at each flank of the chief. Mbowe also moved away-he knelt just to one side of the chiefs calves-leaving Hammersmith standing nervously alone before the chief.
Hammersmith was more than a little surprised by the appearance of the chief. He had expected, for some reason, to be confronted by a shriveled-up old man; but the fellow sitting at ease in the odd, stone chair wasn't much older than the two guards-both of whom were in their late twenties, Hammersmith estimated. The chief wasn't even dressed differently from the guards-if dressed was the right word: like them, he was wearing only a bit of soft, hugging leather over his genitals, with the minuscule garment held in place by several lengths of thin, dried vine running between his legs and around his waist. About all that marked him as superior to the guards-beyond the fact that he was seated while the guards were standing at attention flanking him-was his solemn look of self-importance and the fact that he was not bald: his jet-black hair was done up painstakingly in a striking style made up of a six-inch-tall stack of braided "flapjacks", each one larger than the one immediately below.
Hammersmith looked at the cute little girl of thirteen or fourteen who was squatting at one side of the chair, opposite Mbowe, her hands and wrists draped up over the rounded top of the chair's massive arm. She was fidgeting nervously and she kept stealing shy glances at Hammersmith; and for a moment he had the upsetting thought that she might be the girl he was to make love to. He was able to dismiss the thought from his mind, though. It was absurd; she was only a child.
He realized Mbowe had stopped chattering with the chief and was now staring up at him. Returning the stare, he asked, "So what's the order of business?"
"Chief say are you ready?" Mbowe thought for a moment. "I think you better be ready, Bwana; he no like to wait."
"Okay, so I'm ready then. Am I going to have to do it right here-right in front of him and you and the guards?"
"Yes. Chief wants to watch everything. He say he must make sure ..."
"Jesus," Hammersmith muttered, and shrugged. "Well, if that's the way it is . .. Where's this daughter of his? I guess I'm about as ready as I'll ever be."
Mbowe spoke to the chief for a moment, and then the chief turned and barked a command at the little girl cowering beside his chair.
The little girl stood up and gingerly approached Hammersmith. She kept her head lowered, and she trembled with fear before him.
"She name Taniwi," Mbowe said.
"This child?" Hammersmith exploded. "I'm supposed to screw her?"
"Yes, Bwana."
"Goddamn, it's ... it's crazy! I'm not going to do it! Christ, what kind of pervert am I supposed to be? A child! You can tell that madman I'm not going to do it. I just refuse. I'm not going to violate a little girl for nobody ... no matter what."
"Chief say you make love to her or he make you into a woman. He want you to give spirits to Taniwi."
"He'll make me into a ..." Hammersmith gulped, and felt his anger dissipating. That little piece of information put a new light on things, it was that all-fired important to the chief . . .
Jesus.
He pressed up lightly with the tip of his index finger against the girl's chin, raising her head. "Taniwi . .." he said softly, smiling at her in hopes of seeing something other than fear in her eyes.
She was a cute little thing-no doubt about that-but, Jesus, she was still just a child. Looking at her this closely, he wondered if even his guess of her age at fourteen was high of the mark. She had huge, dark eyes and fat, shiny cheeks, and the top of her head was covered with a profusion of long spiral curls that tumbled freely over the sides and down the back of her head and even down over her broad, perspiring forehead. She had deep, attractive dimples, and at the corners of her mouth there were tiny drops of saliva that seemed to highlight the sensuous appeal of her full, reddish-brown lips.
But she's still only a little girl...
Hammersmith settled his palms gently on her shoulders and stepped back arm's length away from her.
She was as little-dressed as her father and the guards. In fact, the bulge of leather barely covering her vulva was especially tiny, so that a little of the sides of the pudgy outer lips was exposed.
Her little crotch piece wasn't simply plain leather, as were those of her father and the guards. It was-stained pink all over-indicating her immaturity, Hammersmith supposed-and adorned with thin colored chips of rock.
Hammersmith had no idea how the garment struck the Uwele, or even Mbowe, but to his eyes there was something grossly suggestive about it. It wasn't a thing he'd have cared to have seen any daughter of his parading about in, that was for sure.
He swept his eyes up past Taniwi's narrow hips and looked for at least a suggestion of breasts on her chest. No swellings whatever backed up her nipples; but he was pleased to see that her nipples did protrude, anyway, the rich-brown nubbins had a nice puffiness to them, showing that at least she was on her way to maturing.
Hammersmith pulled her against him, so that the side of her head nestled against the pelt of hair on his chest. "Such a sweet girl," he murmured. "Such a sweet baby." He began playing his fingers through her curls. "Don't you be afraid, Taniwi."
He sent one of his hands in a slow caress down her arm to her hip. He curved his palm snugly over the firm little swell and idly massaged her flesh just there.
Maybe it won't be so bad, he thought. Maybe it'll be interesting because ifs so different. And she is almost mature ...
There was something intriguing about Taniwi, he had to admit Sure, she was little; but she was a cute little thing. And there was a look about her...She just might have a certain potential, and if he worked to bring it out ... maybe ...
He was a little bit shocked to feel his cock beginning to stiffen as he held Taniwi against himself and continued to pet the flesh at her hip. He swayed gently against her, kneading his glans against the tight little indentation of her belly button, and he slipped his one hand off the top of her head to caress her temple with the backs of his fingers.
He hoped, at least, that she wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. He didn't know if he'd be able to stand it if she fought him hard, and screamed and screamed, after he really got started.
Taniwi felt his glans tickling her belly button, and she moved against him. She tilted her head back and stared up at him, her eyes screwed up questioningly.
Hammersmith smiled at her. It's okay," he said, and made his glans even busier. "Don't worry, Taniwi. Just be nice, baby, and it'll all be wonderful."
It wasn't long before Hammersmith's penis had swelled to a state of throbbing erection. A gob of pre-come juices gushed from his pee-hole and flowed over the meat tube's fat bulb and also thoroughly lubricated Taniwi's belly button. Realizing he'd soon achieve a climax if he kept on jacking himself up against her belly button for much longer, he forced himself to angle the front of his body away from the front of hers, thus freeing his cock to twitch at will and find its own level of horniness.
He slipped his hand up over her hip and onto her tummy. After smearing his fingertips in the wetness of her belly button for a moment or two, he began to knead the flesh of her tummy and to work his fingers in small, widening ovals round and round. Almost automatically, as if impelled by a will of its own, his hand swept lower ... and lower.
No. Just as he began to feel the little bulge of her mound of Venus, he forced his hand to move back up on her tummy. He had to remember that she was only a child; he had to take plenty of time with her in order to avoid scaring her unnecessarily.
He moved his other hand from her temple to her back and down, down to where the ends of the lengths of vine holding her tiny leather crotch piece in place were tied together in a bow, just above her small, solidly packed buttocks. She whimpered softly, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a long way off, but he kept her reasonably calm by murmuring gentle tones of reassurance. He caught one of the loose ends of the bow and gave it a tug, and the bow came undone.
Yes. Oh, yes. He looked down: there went that bit of leather, falling to her feet. And now Taniwi was completely naked.
She whimpered more loudly, sounding as if she were about to break out crying. To calm her back down, Hammersmith pulled her tightly against himself once more, his arms wrapped tenderly around her.
"Good baby. Good girl. Sweet baby. Good. Good," he murmured, his voice a barely audible caress.
As soon as Taniwi stooped whimpering, he pressed his cheek against the top of her head for a moment and then drew away from her, his hands snaking to her hips.
He watched her lower her eyes to his jutting hard-on, and he grinned inwardly at the sight of her mouth dropping open in awe.
If it's all right for her to look at what I got, he thought, I guess there wouldn't be anything really wrong in my taking a good close look at what she's got.
He settled down on his knees on the thick mat of dry grass that covered a circle of several square yards of the chamber floor before the chief. Peering closely, he saw that Taniwi's crotch was as yet quite hairless. The outer lips of her vulva were already nice and fleshy-and they pouted a little, giving him a tantalizing view of the rims of her glistening red nymphae nestled between them-but he had no hope of fooling himself into believing her genitals were in full bloom. Her thighs, too, were still those of a child: they had not yet begun to flesh out, so they looked little different from those of the average boy of her age.
Still, that chocolate-colored bit of split meat at the base of her underbelly was a cunt. And Hammersmith had little doubt that it was big enough and elastic enough to accommodate the thick, long meat pipe of his that ached with readiness for it.
It's actually a pretty little thing, he thought. And there did seem to be a vague suggestion of sensuality about Taniwi, young as she was. Or was it only that she was wild, unspoiled, uncivilized ... a little savage?
He glanced up at her, and embarrassment made her close her eyes and hang her head. She was beginning to feel at ease with him and to lose much of her fear, he realized. He'd glimpsed the look on her face: she was proud of his interest in her.
Gesturing with his hands to get across to her what he wanted, he had her turn around and then bend forward and curl her palms against her knees to support herself. After calmly admiring the small, tight-skinned round mounds of her bottom for a good half minute, he extended his hands and trailed his fingers up the backs of her thighs. When he reached the cute, dimpled mounds, he played his fingertips all over them as lightly as the caress of a butterfly's wings against a flower petal. He kept his caressing of her bottom just that light till after he heard her sigh with sensuous pleasure.
And still he didn't hurry on to rougher stuff. The mere fact that Taniwi had taken up the position she was in without being forced to do so, showed plainly that she had come to trust him quite a lot. Now he planned to build her appreciation of his attentions, and he kept on stroking the exposed flesh of her buttocks with his fingertips till he heard her sigh several more times and at last begin to pant. She had actually begun to squirm a little when he drew his hands away from her buttocks and had her bend even lower and spread her feet farther apart
Once more he took time simply to admire the view. The sight of her springy little butt and of her bald cunt drooping just below it made his urethra dilate to pass a fresh surge of pre-come juices. The head of his dick was so swollen it felt sore, and he only made the soreness worse when he tried to relieve it by rubbing the folds of his foreskin against his grossly flared corona. God, he was so horny for little Taniwi ...
He reached for her bottom again, but this time he eased the cheeks apart and nosed his hands between them. She had a snug, warm divide; and he slowly dragged his fingertips along its deepest reaches, from top to bottom, again and again.
Beads of sweat were welling up out of his brow. His entire face was flushed and tense, but still he was able to grin in appreciation of the fact that Taniwi was showing no signs of being disturbed by what he was doing.
She didn't even bolt up and dart away, or even cry out, when his fingertips happened to overshoot the limit of her butt's crack at the end of one sweep and pass down her perineum and briefly frig the folds of her pussy. In fact, she only let out a grunt of pleased surprise and spread her thighs a little farther apart.
Realizing the time was ripe for him to pursue his advantage, Hammersmith stopped working his hands up and down between her cheeks and instead concentrated on her pussy. He pressed the tip of one index finger into her slit and then pushed the fingertip right on under to her slit's tummy end. He pressed the entire finger into the moist groove, using enough force so that her inner cuntal lips were squished apart, and he felt the tiny bud of her clitoris bare its glans and expose raw, cherry nerve ends to the strong pressure.
Little Taniwi, not knowing what was happening to her but knowing it felt good, let her loins take control of her actions as she began noisily panting with delight. She felt her hips give a sharp, involuntary jerk as the dewy, blood-colored head of her clitty shifted against Hammersmith's finger in search of room to swell up more, and she gasped and began working her hips steadily.
Just then Hammersmith eased his finger out of her slit and drew his hand back from between her legs. "Honey baby, you're so nice ... so sweet," he rasped, and moved around to her side and then quickly swept her up into his arms.
Shit, but he was horny. His cock felt as if it were as big as one of little Taniwi's forearms. It was as hard as a stake, and it felt as if it were burning up from end to end, inside and out. And it throbbed ... and throbbed
Hammersmith lowered Taniwi to the carpet of dry grass and then lay down on his side next to her. On impulse, he pushed her up onto her side, with her back to him, and then he scooted close and screwed one arm under her. Encircling her waist with both his arms, he pulled her back snugly against him. Yes. Now it was all in reach, just waiting for his attentions.
With the fingers of the hand that he had passed under her, he began frigging her puffy little nipples, capturing each of the sweet nubbins, in turn, between his fingertips and roughly twisting it and tugging on it. His other hand, meanwhile, dived to her crotch and he started in jacking up her immature but highly responsive pussy.
He located her tiny clitoris and soon had her shivering and grunting with rut. He dragged and dragged the tip of his index finger over the head of the slippery sprout, making her buck and jerk against him and slam her head fitfully against the dry grass.
Oh, my God...my God...I-He stopped tormenting her gristly nipples and pulled his arm back out from under her. II I don't do something for myself. He wrapped his hand tightly around his pud and beat the achingly erect tube of meat as rapidly as he could.
"Oh, no No! No!" he exclaimed, feeling pre-come juices gushing and gushing almost without letup from his fully dilated pee-hole. "Not like this! Taniwi!" Oh, sweet baby! Little baby! I want to fuck you now!
He backed off and drew her down onto her back, then he mounted her and nosed his cock between her thighs.
Taniwi cried out in fear. She started beating and beating against Hammersmith's chest with her small fists-but then she felt his big glans pushing into her slit! He was going to do it to her! He was going to hurt her bad there where she peed!
Hammersmith lodged his glans against the pathetic little mouth of Taniwi's vagina and began pushing and pushing, straining with all his might against the thick, rubbery membrane of her cherry.
He heard her desperate cries and felt her struggling under him and beating against his chest, but he couldn't be merciful. He had to fuck his ramrod dick deep up her or he'd lose his mind! He had to fuck her-and right now!
Suleen had blushed at the start. Never before had she seen her mom behave so shamelessly. If she had been asked, she'd have said that her mom would never have even dreamed of behaving as she was behaving right now.
She shuddered at the thought of what her daddy would do it he found out. Boy. But he was locked up alone in a different underground chamber like this one as that chief porter, Mbowe, had said during a brief talk with Castaine, before he'd continued on his way, accompanied by two giant Uwele guards, through the corridor beyond the huge bamboo gate.
Suleen forced herself to look away, but that didn't keep her from hearing: slooshityslooshityslooshity ...
She guessed part of the explanation of why her mom had gone along with Castaine's proposition was the fact that everybody had been stripped while unconscious and all the clothes had been taken away. Sitting around naked with everybody was awfully sexy.
And she had to admit that Castaine was awfully good at persuading, the way he used all those dirty words and the way he kept pushing and pushing till he got his way.
Suleen felt a surge of cream running out of her slit, and she had to look again. She'd never even heard of a finger-banging contest before; but there was Castaine with one of his middle fingers screwing hard and fast in his wife's vagina and his other middle finger doing the same up Rosalie. It looked to Suleen like Rosalie, her mom, was going to "win"-by being the first to come. But it was going to be close.
She squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself trembling. Boy. There went more thick, smelly cream gushing out of her swollen young pussy. It was such a crazy contest, and so nasty and-oh, shit ... Her clitoris was so big and hard and horny it hurt. Just watching and listening to Castaine finger-banging her mom and Kitty as fast and as keep-ooh, shit ... shit ... I keep creaming and creaming .. .
Elaine tapped her on the shoulder from behind, causing her to give out a little squeal and jerk away from the touch in surprise. She twisted her torso and shot a look behind herself, and when she saw that it was only Elaine her face flushed and she mumbled, "Oh . .. Elaine. You startled me."
"Why, I'm sorry, dear; I didn't mean to," Elaine said, and gave her a warm smile. "Will you forgive me?"
"I...It was ... It was . .." Suleen's face turned a deeper shade of pink. She bit her lower lip to get hold of herself, then tried again: "Oh, it was just me, Elaine; you didn't do anything to be forgiven about. I just ... I guess I was daydreaming or something."
"Why don't you scoot around on your bottom there, dear? You can't be very comfortable twisted up that way; and I got something I want to talk to you about for a minute or two."
Suleen was happy, or at least relieved, to turn her back on her mom, Kitty, and Castaine and face her friend instead. With Elaine making her keep her mind on whatever it was Elaine wanted to talk about, maybe she could keep from thinking about the maddeningly exciting finger-banging contest still going strong behind her.
She took a deep breath to reduce her tension, and she felt a shudder run through her as she slowly exhaled. Her cunt was still swollen and feverish, and it was still trickling cream into the hard, lumpy dirt she was sitting on; but if she could keep her mind off-oh, yes, there ... She could still hear that obscene, incredibly stimulating slosshity-slooshity-slooshity, coming a lot faster now because Castaine was finger-banging her mom and Kitty a lot faster.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," she muttered under her breath. Don't I have the willpower to stop thinking about it?
"What was that, dear?" Elaine asked. "Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Suleen raised her head and looked into Elaine's eyes. "Oh . .. It's nothing. I'm sorry. I was just thinking aloud, I guess."
"Thinking about what?"
"Oh ... I don't know. Just nothing. I don't even remember."
Elaine moved closer to Suleen and leaned toward her. "There is something on your mind, dear, isn't there?" she asked, and enfolded Suleen's hands in her own. "You're so jumpy and fidgety. Tell me what's bothering you."
She leaned at an even sharper angle toward Suleen so that Suleen would have an unobstructed view of what she, Elaine, wanted her to see. She knew very well what was bothering Suleen, and with the help of Bill Landarr, her husband, she was going to make the bother even more nagging. like rubbing salt into a raw wound, she thought, and smiled inwardly in appreciation of the image.
Suleen was about to give some excuse for the fact that she was "so jumpy and fidgety" when she happened to notice Landarr beyond Elaine. She shut her mouth and gaped at him. She was shocked by what he was doing, and she was sure she should have felt disgust; but she found she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
Landarr was in a squat some ten feet behind Elaine. His feet were set flat on the chamber floor, and his squat was so deep that his buttocks too were almost touching the floor. He had his legs spread as far apart as possible, giving Suleen-thoughtlessly, it appeared perfect view of what he was doing: he was gripping the root of his long, rather thin penis between the lips of the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and he was slamming the semi-hard length of meat from side to side, making his glans whack repeatedly, in alternation, against his inner thighs.
"Suleen ... are you listening to me?" Elaine asked.
"Huh?" Back and forth, back and forth, as fast as he could work that thing of his. Suleen wondered if it hurt any; that bulging purple head was sure banging and banging against his thighs as hard as could be. "Listening to you? Did you say anything?"
"I asked you what's bothering you."
"Bothering me?" Suleen took her eyes off Landarr, finally, and swallowed. She could almost taste that beautiful purple glans that he was beating to a pulp. "Who said anything's bothering me?"
"Nobody had to say anything. But it's okay, dear; I have a pretty good idea what it is."
"W-what?"
Elaine lowered her eyes to Suleen's crotch. Letting go of her hands, she suddenly shot both her own hands to Suleen's twat. "You're as wet as can be!" she exclaimed.
Suleen watched Elaine's fingertips pushing into her slit. She squirmed sensually in appreciation and gushed out more cream than ever, and she groaned with abandon.
"And your clitoris! My God, the thing's poking out like-"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, Elaine, that's so good! Squeeze it and rub it and pull on it-ooh, it just kills me it's so good!"
All of a sudden Elaine released Suleen's clitoris and drew her hands away from her vulva. "So there it is: you're so horny you can't keep your mind on anything but what you're feeling down between your legs."
Suleen gave Elaine a naked look of pleading. "I wish you-"
"What you need, dear, is some good, artive help. Your mother and the Castaines are still busy, but if you'd like Bill and me-"
"Yes! Yes! Please!" Suleen grabbed Elaine's hands and pulled them back between her thighs. "Oh, you're right: I need help so bad ..."
Elaine looked around to see if her husband had got up to join her and Suleen. He had, and she saw that he was thoroughly ready to stake out his share of the fun.
A scream of agony blasted up out of Taniwi's throat, but it was muffled by Hammersmith's chest pressing against her face. And he wouldn't have been moved to pity, anyway; the terrible lust driving his body was so intense and so thorough-going there was no room left in him for other feelings.
He had sawed his cock deep into her tiny passage as fast as possible, ripping and shredding her cherry so utterly he could still feel its blood gushing against his pubic hair. Now he paused for a moment and gloried in the feel of her incredibly tight vaginal walls cringing and clenching in hopes of expelling his brutally thick pud.
Taniwi screamed again and struggled frantically to rid her pussy of the invader and get out from under Hammersmith. All she accomplished was to spur Hammersmith to action once more; and Hammersmith thrust deeper yet and then began to withdraw.
Hammersmith grunted and panted with complete abandon as he started in feeding her little slot a long string of punishing strokes. His hands clutched her hips with the ferocity of an eagle's claws, making her suffer even more. God, she was sweet in there! He could feel those walls stretching to the point of tearing every time he fucked in.
His lips stretched across his teeth in an obscene grin of lust as he began really plowing into Taniwi, fucking her faster and faster and yet keeping each of his thrusts deeply penetrating.
Taniwi gave out a howl every time he rammed home. She was so bruised and tender inside she wished she could go unconscious. The pain was the worst thing she had ever felt; it was as if a flaming length of thick bamboo were being forced repeatedly up her-and yet she knew now that attempts to get free were pointless. All she could do was grit her teeth and bear up as well as possible. She felt as if she were being slashed in two down there by that monstrous tube of meat going into her and into her, but she had to endure it. The spirits were going to be hers, she knew-but at the moment she didn't believe it was worth it.
"Ooh, Taniwi ... angel ... baby," Hammersmith groaned, his cock fucking and fucking away like some nightmare engine gone out of control.
And then he felt a flash of fire in his loins, and the first, painfully strong squirt of his sperm burst from his pee-hole and lashed violently into Taniwi's stuffed hole. And more, and more ... He grunted with profound satisfaction as he pumped and pumped his hot white come juices into Taniwi.
Finally, after the sixth of his massively potent squirts, he went limp right on top of Taniwi. In awe of the overwhelming strength of his climax, he panted freely as he lay there and rested.
And then all of a sudden his rest was rudely interrupted-by the lash of a whip across his back!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Suleen lay on her back, with her bottom raised several inches and her legs thrust through two of the separations in the huge bamboo gate at the front of the chamber. Her calves were dangling beyond the gate, with her knees over one of the horizontal supports, and the cheeks of her bottom were split wide apart by a thick, vertical stalk of bamboo.
Bill Landarr was hunched tight over Suleen's face, and he was grinding his wet, reddened cock deep into her throat at a pace that kept him panting without letup. Sweat was streaming off his face, and he was so intensely jacked-up that gobs of syrupy pre-come juices oozed out of his pee-hole and trickled down into Suleen's tummy every few seconds.
Landarr's wife Elaine was astraddle Suleen and facing the wide, high corridor beyond the gate. Her clitoris was a sore, bloated, raw-looking stalk of meat straining out from between the lips of her vulva; it was stiffer and fatter than ever before, and she was jerking and twisting it in Suleen's slit as furiously as she could while dragging her hair-lined twat lips against those of Suleen.
Elaine and Suleen were both so outrageously horny they were steadily gushing out heavy flows of cream. The smelly stuff made their sex action more and more sloshy and noisy, though most of it slopped over Suleen's ass-hole and poured down over her tummy.
Suleen's mother Rosalie and Kitty and Kitty's husband Mark Castaine were also managing to keep busy. In fact, they were exercising their genitals even harder than the other three captives in the chamber.
Rosalie was getting the hardest workout. She was on her hands and forearms, with her head toward the gate-at the opposite end from Suleen, Elaine, and Landarr-and Castaine was behind her sawing his long cock fast and deep up her messy red cunt hole. At the same time, Castaine had her buttocks peeled far apart and he was fucking both his middle fingers at top speed, back to back, into her rectum.
And Kitty was certainly getting her share too, all of it provided by Rosalie. Kitty lay supine before Rosalie, with her legs flung apart and thrown up and back, her feet caught securely under the same horizontal stalk of bamboo Suleen's legs were draped over. Rosalie was vacuum-pumping the juices from her achingly swollen, throbbing pussy while tonguing the raw glans of her clitoris, and she was also plunging and plunging a lone thumb into her shit hole.
Rosalie paused in her violent sucking and tonguing of Kitty's grossly overwrought meat, and she watched for a few moments, fascinated, as her madly pistoning thumb acquired a thicker and thicker coat of greasy brown. She began to make her thumbnail scrape viciously against the lining of Kitty's ass-hole, and her lips broke into an obscene leer at the sight of liquefied shit spraying up and splattering against her palm and the back of her hand.
Ooh, her cunt was so bursting hot she barely knew what she was doing. She felt sure she was behaving in an inexcusably dirty way, but ooh ... Her clitoris was twitching and burning, and her cunt kept juicing all over Castaine's big, pounding middle leg and all down the inner sides of her thighs.
A spurt of thick, hot cream actually fountained to the ground from the inner meat of her cunt-and just moments later she heard footsteps out in the corridor.
But it was Kitty who first saw Mbowe and two Uwele guards with spears at ready arrive before the gate. She had her head thrust all the way between two vertical stalks of bamboo; her head was hanging down, its back against the face of the drop-off just outside the gate, so her view of the three natives was upside-down. Her face was deep-red and she was grunting loud and hard. She was so close to achieving her come that at first she could only smile, in a sickly way, at the three; but a shout from Mbowe sent a shudder through her whole body and made her fight to get her head back between the bamboo stalks.
"Guards say all of you stop now!" is what Mbowe shouted. "They say daughter of Bwana Hammersmith must come! Chiefs orders!"
Bwana Hammersmith's daughter groaned in ecstasy around Landarr's pounding cock as Elaine went right on giving her a fierce cunt-to-cunt frigging. Mbowe had meant something else by the word come, but ... but
"Now, all of you! Stop!" Mbowe shouted, louder. "Don't you hear?"
Hammersmith was still in pain from the lash of the Uwele chief's whip across his back when the two extra guards and Mbowe and Suleen came in through the tunnel at the other side of the domed, circular chamber. He felt a stirring of desire at the sight of his daughter in the raw as she was marched closer and closer. More than desire, though-which, anyway, he did his best to ignore-he felt fear. Wasn't it all over after all? Hadn't he earned freedom for himself and his family and the others? He looked sharply up at Suleen's face, and he saw a touch of embarrassment and a great deal of alarm. My God, he thought, is that bastard of a chief going to put her through something terrible to get back at me?
He turned his head and glanced up at the one giant "savage" who was guarding him; he had to check if there was any chance of his being able to get away from the guard and somehow...somehow...grab Suleen by the hand and flee with her to safety. But he saw that it was hopeless; the guard's eyes hadn't moved from him, and he still had that vicious-looking spear of his pointed straight at him.
Oh, Jesus, no...no...the bastard can't do anything to my baby . . .
Hammersmith was on the ground with his legs folded under him at one side of the chief's chair. After the chief had given him a lash across the back, he had consoled his brutally deflowered daughter for a minute or two and then sent her out of the chamber; and Hammersmith had been made to move to where he was and get down and wait and wonder while nursing his pain.
Then two new guards had come out of the same corridor that little Taniwi had disappeared into, and the chief had ordered them to go off somewhere with Mbowe. Hammersmith hadn't known what mission they had been given, but he'd been very afraid ...
And now has fear had proved far from groundless.
The chief stood up and approached Suleen, and the two new guards stepped a few feet away and stood at attention. Mbowe stayed beside Suleen, and he and she both watched as the chief suddenly stripped off his leather crotch piece and tossed it behind himself onto his chair seat.
Hammersmith' watched too, and he felt sick. His view of the chief's long, cocoa-brown penis dangling between his thighs-oh, no, no, the black bastard's going to ravage my poor baby. He's going to fuck that savage cock of his right up her and-ohhh ...
The chief licked his lips as he ran his eyes all over Suleen's tender adolescent body, then he faced Mbowe and spoke with him for several moments.
Mbowe turned to Suleen and said, "Chief say get down on knees. You got to lick and suck the end of his thing, or he say will hurt you bad. You got to do everything he want."
Watching Suleen tremble like a cornered little animals as she moved to obey, the chief took hold of his thick foreskin with the thumbs and first two fingers of both his hands. He drew the heavy folds of flesh out tight away from his glans, forming a hollow cylinder that extended almost two inches from the dp of his dick.
Suleen cast a pitiful glance at her father, but she saw in his eyes that there was no hope. She moved her lips toward the opening of the cylinder of skin in front of the chief's limp organ, and she whimpered. Closing her eyes, she got her tongue sloppy-wet with her saliva and then pushed it on into the cylinder.
"You goddamn, bastard ape!" Hammersmith shouted at the chief. But all he got for his trouble was a prick in the upper arm from the tip of his guard's spear.
The chief groaned. He felt his cock beginning to swell up. Suleen's tongue tip had reached his pee-hole and tickled it for a moment, and now she was slowly licking all over his bulb, even into the circular crevice where the flared ring of his corona was straining outward against his foreskin.
Suleen licked and licked, wetting more and more of her saliva onto the puffy, rounded bulge of meat. Tears of shame were trickling down her cheeks, but she gave no more thought to getting out of the fix she was in. She used her tongue on the chief's glans exactly as she supposed he wanted it used.
Hammersmith gasped at the sight of the chiefs cock growing erect. The spongy brown tube had been a long one even before Suleen had begun giving its head a work-over with her tongue, but by now it was so long it was inhuman. The thing looked fit to kill a cow! It was more than a foot long-and even that wasn't the worst of it. Hammersmith shuddered with horror: the monster prod was over three inches thick! God, the chief was so well hung it was obscene. That ugly meat log would turn Suleen's tender little pussy into jelly!
The chief was grunting and panting with complete abandon. He released his foreskin and slammed his hands against the back of Suleen's head, and suddenly he punched his glans into her mouth.
Hammersmith let out a yelp as if he were experiencing the shock and the hurt his daughter was suffering. He saw her eyes shoot unbelievably wide open, and he saw sweat burst out ah over her face and stream down her neck as if her head had just been thrust into an oven. Oh, that wild man of a chief was ruining Hammersmith's poor baby! He'd leave her lips all misshapen and droopy when he was through fucking her head.
Suleen tried to look up at the chief and plead with her eyes. The circle of her lips was stretched beyond bearing. She could feel blood trickling down from one side of her mouth, and she knew she was about to smother or choke or something even worse.
"Aaah," the chief grunted, and thrust hard with his midsection, plunging his glans to the back of Suleen's mouth and down her throat
Suleen was forced to curl up and tip her head slightly forward. She felt the chiefs balls jammed against her chin and she felt his pubic hair scratching her bloodless lips. By far the most horrible thing she was feeling, though, was the extreme pressure exerted by the chiefs dick head against the walls of her throat.
He was going to drive her mad, plugged into her as he was. He was going-oh, no! Oh, no! Oh ...
But it was yes: the chief began to withdraw, and then back in ... and out ... fucking and fucking her head
He pistoned his bull's cock faster and faster into her, till its painfully tight skin turned brownish-red the ruthless engine was so deep in heat.
And then all of a sudden he pulled all the way out, and the action was so unexpected by Suleen that her lips snapped together and her teeth whacked against each other fast enough to hurt her gums and make her head spin.
The chief threw her down on her back on the mat of dry grass, and he dropped on top of her and immediately lodged his glans against the center of her split And it was jaaab, with all his strength put behind his cock.
The throbbing shaft tore all the way up her, sending her butt skidding over the grass as a fire seemed to start in her bear-hugging pussy. She screamed and screamed. He had skinned alive the tissues and membranes inside her-or so she felt-and her little twat hole was about to burst apart and spill her entrails out between her legs.
She struggled violently, jerking her legs and heaving her torso with the fierce, mindless savagery of a wounded animal. But it was no use; the chief was plugged in all the way and had her staked where she was far too securely for her to have any chance of escape.
The chief started his fucking of her cunt hole with a slow, accelerating rhythm of shallow strokes; but before long he was pile-driving his meat up her at a dizzying speed, and his strokes grew longer and longer.
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. She wasn't wet enough. She wasn't near wet enough. It burned so bad. She was so raw up in her little hole. Ooh, shit, shit, shit, it was agony. He was fucking her to a frazzle.
She felt the organs' in her abdomen being batted all over the place, he kept going so deep up her vagina. Even her bowels were getting a workout that made her want to-ooh, she wanted to go to the bathroom. She had to go . .. oh, so bad ... so bad ...
"You're fucking my baby out of her head, you bastard!" Hammersmith screamed, his voice oddly high pitched. "Are you mad? Are you trying to kill her?"
Ooh, no, Suleen could feel a little bit pushing out of her ass-hole and squishing into the grass under her rubbery little cheeks. This was so indecent and so humiliating ... and it hurt ... it hurt ...
The chief growled like a maniac and dribbled steadily from the corners of his mouth.
And suddenly he started coming, his sperm blasting out so furiously his cock jetted out of Suleen's twat and he flopped off her and twitched Tike a fish. He kept coming for long, long seconds, splatting his hot white juices all over Suleen's tummy and her little titties and her face.
Hammersmith's mouth fell open as he gaped at his daughter's vulva. He felt a desire for vengeance so strong it made him dizzy. God in heaven, those tender little folds of flesh of hers looked as if a wolverine had been gnawing on them for an hour or so.
Poor little baby. But at least it was over now, thank heaven.-
Or was it?
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was far from over. As soon as the chief had relaxed long enough to regain his strength, he got up and sent one of the new guards off on some errand and then resumed his seat. When the guard returned, shortly, with an old, very fat woman whose bearing and look of solemnity convinced Hammersmith she was of more than a little importance, Hammersmith came to the conclusion that the violation of his daughter was probably going to start up again.
The old woman's hair was short and gray, and it was so stringy it looked as if it had never been combed or brushed. Her face was as puffy as her barrel of a torso was fat; it was painted, apparently at random, with streaks and splotches of many colors. Her overall appearance struck Hammersmith as ludicrous; but she sure wasn't smiling, and Hammersmith had little doubt she didn't look ludicrous to the Uwele.
She was wearing a single, colorful outer garment tha was so flowing it billowed around her when she moved Hammersmith might have drawn some hope from the fact that at least she wasn't wearing only a small leather crotch piece like all the other Uwele he'd seen, but the fact that she was carrying a leather bag made him worry instead. That bag brought back to his mind the medical-type bag Castaine had had in his and his wife's tent; and he didn't like the idea of his daughter's being forced to serve as a sexual guinea pig for a bunch o savages.
And, sure enough, the woman went straight t Suleen and got down on her calves between Suleen' splayed, upraised legs and then set her bag down an unbuttoned it and started rummaging around inside it.
The woman talked with the chief for a moment an then with Mbowe for a longer time.
When she was finished she went back to her bag, an Mbowe told Suleen, "Doctor lady going to get you ready for something. Chief say you better let her d everything she supposed to do."
Doctor lady! That was it, Hammersmith thought: th fat old woman was a lady witch doctor!
Suleen still lay just as the chief had left her, except that she had slipped her hands down to her crotch an was gently stroking the lips of her pussy and the inflamed tissues inside her slit to soothe them. She w still dazed-and still terribly sore-because of the vicious fucking the Uwele chief had subjected her to her mind was so unclear, in fact, that she'd had trouble following what Mbowe had just told her. "This lady's doctor ... you said?" she mumbled, and looked hopefully up at the woman.
Oh, my poor baby, Hammersmith thought. She must think the fat old hag's going to rub some salve or something into her cunt. Hammersmith was certain the woman hadn't been summoned on a mission of mercy.
"Yes," Mbowe answered Suleen's question. "You got to move your hands now. She going to get you ready for something."
"Ready for something? What?"
"Chief say going to be a big surprise. You got to wait. Doctor lady get you ready."
Suleen drew her hands away from her vulva. It was no use trying to figure out how these Africans' minds worked, especially when she hardly felt up to thinking at all. She only hoped the doctor would do something for her soreness.
The fat woman finally drew out of her leather bag a small cellophane packet of fine reddish-brown powder and a short, thick straw that was tapered slightly to form a small funnel. She spread Suleen's pussy lips farther apart and then focused on the wet, reddened glans of her clitoris and worked the narrower end of the straw around it.
"What are you doooing?" Suleen moaned, and flushed a little because of the nastiness of the woman's action.
The woman would have paid no attention to Suleen's question even if she had understood it. As soon as she had the straw's tip ringing the glans of Suleen's clitoris, she opened the small cellophane packet and quickly poured a bit of the fine powder into the straw.
"Ooh, what's that stuff?" Suleen squealed. "It stings."
The woman sealed the packet back up and put it aside, and she began very slowly and smoothly working more and more of the straw down around Suleen's clitoris. She also twisted the straw this way and that in a circular fashion to do a better job of massaging the powder into Suleen's clitoris.
"Oh, shit, what is that stuff?" Suleen squealed, her voice even louder. "Ooh ... ooh-boy! It stings! It stings!"
"Stuff to make you burn and itch there," Mbowe told her. "Make you want to fuck like crazy."
"No, no, I don't like it! It's too strong!"
Suleen began to squirm, prompting the old woman to speak to the nearest guard for a moment and have him get into a squat and hold her shoulders down.
The woman was manipulating the straw with more vigor now. She was spinning it several times a second, and she had worked it down till Suleen's clitoris was throttled almost to its root.
Hammersmith's eyes were boring into the slimy red tissues surrounding the stuffed end of the straw. He swallowed hard as he felt his loins beginning to tingle. Without even thinking about it, he slipped one hand into his lap and grasped the head of his cock and began to knead it.
He could make out cream beginning to flow from his daughter's slit. Oh, Jesus, he thought. Oh, this is no good. It's wrong.
Something was happening. Oh, it was happening.
Oh, no, I shouldn't, Suleen thought. I'm creaming , . . creaming ... Oh, I shouldn't. I shouldn't do this.
The woman was really giving it to her now, really twisting and pistoning the straw about her clitoris.
But suddenly the woman stilled her hand and did something completely unexpected-by Suleen and by Hammersmith, at least. Still keeping hold of the straw, she hefted herself around till she was straddling Suleen's face. Then she settled right down, planting her loins smack on top of the lower part of Suleen's face, and she squirmed there for a moment or two till she was satisfied with her position.
Almost immediately Hammersmith heard a muffled slurping sound coming from under the billowing garment that was completely covering Suleen's head, and he began working away at his cock much more energetically.
The woman resumed forcing the end of the straw up and down Suleen's clitoris at a rapid pace. Before long her hand appeared to be a blur, and then Suleen started pumping her midsection against the mat of dry grass.
"Oh, Jesus," Hammersmith grunted softly, already feverishly horny. "I should do something to stop this shit. I shouldn't let her get away with shaming my baby so bad." But he was almost senseless with rut-and it was so incredibly exciting to watch ...
Just a little more. He would let it go on for just a little more.
Watching more intently than ever, he saw the first of dozens of little spurts of pee issue from his daughter's tiny urethra and trickle down from between the fragile red meat slices between her pussy's outer lips and drip steadily to the grass from her ass-hole. The poor baby was jacked-up so strongly she was losing control of her bladder.
All of a sudden the fat woman whipped the straw off Suleen's clitoris and tossed it aside.
Hammersmith gasped. Never before had he seen an organ in such an excited state as his daughter's clitoris was in now. The bulge of raw sensitivity looked like a large Mexican red pepper. It was drenched with juices, and it was twitching continually. The thing was incredibly gross looking, and it made him squeeze the outrageously swollen head of his pud and drag and drag his foreskin violently over it.
And then-ooh, Suleen really started losing control and blasting out a hot yellow stream of pee. She felt the warmth of the fat old woman's face directly above her loins, and she strained to get her legs wider apart. She felt the woman's breath blowing into her slit and-ooh, shit. . .
She couldn't stand to be so horny! She moaned and moaned, and her tongue flashed and flashed between the folds of the big, gushy twat pushing into her mouth. It was too strong! Too much! She had to come or she'd faint!
She felt the woman's lips touch down on her vulva, and immediately the woman's tongue slithered in and its tip probed at the mouth of her vagina. And then the tongue plunged right on in to the depths of the quaking passage and began fucking.
The gross, sloppy-wet tongue action caused Suleen to buck fitfully and jerk her midsection from side to side as she groaned deliriously up into the fat woman's twat.
She choked down a cry of ecstasy and ground her butt against the grass, and she felt her tummy muscles fluttering at a fever pitch as that mad tongue plunged and plunged into her pussy hole.
Already she felt as if she were sitting in a small, sticky pool, she had creamed so much, when suddenly the woman pulled her tongue out of her hole. Far from ceasing to jack her up any further, though, the woman licked up through Suleen's slit and began attacking her clitoris. She tongued that aching mass of nerves so frenziedly Suleen felt she was trying to drive her crazy.
Suleen groaned with an ecstasy that was almost like pain, and she groaned even louder into the woman's cunt when the woman took her clitoris tightly between her teeth and began jabbing and jabbing at its glans with the tip of her tongue. The woman was grinding her teeth into the hard, bloated sprout, and she was lashing the skin off the glans!
Still hard at Suleen's clitoris, the woman wedged her hands under Suleen's thighs and pulled them up and back. Suleen's bottom was thus brought into her view and made easily accessible, and the woman quickly proceeded to invade the new territory. She continued her chewing of Suleen's clitoris and lashing of its glans for only another moment or two, then-
Aah . .. Suleen felt the woman's tongue pass over her perineum and sink right to her anus, and she gave out a sharp little gasp in response to the surprising and terribly exciting move. More cream gushed from her swollen red pussy meat and slopped over the woman's chin and down into the grass. God, it was making
Suleen's toes curl and her scalp tingle! What kind of wild, crazy fiend was the woman?
Suleen's back curled up, raising her ass. She strained to jam her anus hard against the woman's pushing tongue.
With a burst of pressure, the woman suddenly breached the tiny aperture and screwed her tongue on into Suleen's shit hole. She worked her tongue in there energetically, but only for a short time. She hcked rapidly all over the greasy walls from full depth right back to just inside the strong adolescent sphincter.
And then presently the fat woman extracted her tongue and went back to giving Suleen's pussy a workout. She sucked for long minutes, licking deep into the juicy folds of flesh, making Suleen squeeze her eyes shut under the woman's garment and strain up harder than ever.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Jesus!" Hammersmith gasped sharply, still looking on. A blast of white, ropy come-and another, and then more and more-tore up through his urethra and went hosing toward Suleen and the fat old woman.
Suleen strained up still harder, wanting that delicious tongue to get into every nook and cranny of her cunt. She moved her hands up and jammed them down on top of the woman's head to force her into an even more thorough-going contact.
Suleen's heart was beating at a frantic rate as she bucked and writhed against that, furious sucking and licking. Lubricating juices were literally streaming from her genitals, she was so inordinately raunchy. Her mind was going to snap. God in heaven, how could she stand it for even another second? It was impossible!
Oh, shit! It's happening! She bit solidly into the entire bulge of the woman's cunt and gnawed on it in a mindless frenzy. I'm coming! I'm coming!
She blacked out for several moments due to the intense jolts of ecstasy knifing through her little pussy. And while she was out, the woman dismounted her face and turned her over.
The violations of the most private entrances of Suleen's body were far from over. The woman had had a reason for briefly screwing Suleen's rectum with her tongue, and now she quickly proceeded to make that reason clear.
She retrieved the small cellophane packet she had put aside, and she reopened the packet as she moved around to Suleen's side and squatted down. After spreading Suleen's buttocks with one hand, she felt over her anus and then pursed it up between two fingers and poured some of the fine reddish-brown powder into the center of the little elastic pucker.
Hammersmith hadn't stopped watching, and neither had he stopped exercising his middle leg. He was growing so horny again that he didn't hear Mbowe and the chief briefly converse or see them exchange smiles, and he didn't even notice when Mbowe was sent off in the company of two of the guards.
The fat old lady "witch doctor", as Hammersmith thought of her, once again set the cellophane packet aside. With the tip of one middle finger she massaged the bit of fine powder into the moist flesh of Suleen's anus, and then quite suddenly she screwed the finger in to the hilt into Suleen's rectum.
The action brought Suleen fully round and made her groan with shocked delight. What delighted her even more, though, was the woman's immediate start of a rapid-fire act of finger-bunging. She squealed with abandon and began squirming without letup on the dry grass as shivers of pleasure rippled throughout her body, and in moments she began to pant and to sweat profusely.
The woman fed that lone finger to her ass-hole with thorough, unrestrained thrusts that reached deep into her bowels. The sight was so exciting, and the way she was responding was so thorough-going and full of lust, that Hammersmith felt the bulb of his pud swelling almost to the bursting point. He squeezed his ramrod tube of meat about its corona and wanked and wanked away at it like a man possessed.
He was so preoccupied by what he was doing and what he was watching that he certainly didn't see, out of the corner of his eye, the hairy, wild-looking throwback of a man being brought on all fours into the chamber from the corridor off to his left.
The immensely powerful-looking creature appeared to be less than human. He looked stronger than any human being had a right to be; and what was visible of his face looked more like that of a gorilla than that of any man-likely to be encountered this side of a nightmare. Even his eyes seemed like those of a beast rather than of a man. They were cold, unyielding eyes, reflecting only mindless determination. The creature cared only about satisfying his basic urges.
He was human, of course, though his outfit seemed intended to hide any evidence of the fact. The outfit was the pelt of a huge black panther. It was so black it looked almost blue; and it was brushed to a brilliant sheen. The outfit was so striking that it alone attracted Hammersmith's notice soon enough.
The nightmare creature went straight for Suleen the moment he got a clear whiff of her musk. His nostrils flared and his unblinking yellowish eyes focused on the gripping pucker riding and riding the pudgy middle finger still violating her ass-hole.
A wide, heavy silver collar was around the man's massive neck, and a six-foot length of thin rope was attached at the top of the collar. The dribbling brute was so anxious to get to Suleen and start in having his fun that he all but dragged the guard in charge of him along behind him.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ooh, Bill, yes! Hard! Hard! Do it good and hard!" Kitty groaned as she felt Landarr's cock plunging into her vagina with increasing ferocity.
Her cunt hole burned from her cervix to the wet little meat slices between the puffy, hairy outer lips of her vulva. Landarr was screwing her with such driving passion she felt as if her most delicate tissues Were raw and torn, yet she loved every second of the full-blown goring.
"It's as hard as it'll ever be already," Landarr hissed.
"I don't care! I want it harder! And faster! God, I want mooore, Bill . .."
"If I had any more to give you, it'd tear right into your guts."
"Yes! That's what I want! I want the wildest fuck of my life!"
Kitty stopped trying to provoke him into doing the impossible. She ground her teeth together and thrust up with all her strength to meet his every jab. The bout was vicious in its thorough-going, sledge-hammering pelvic action, but it was so incredibly stimulating she could hardly stand it
Her pussy throbbed and throbbed around the aching meat pipe stabbing into her. And with each new deep penetration that made the neck of her womb cringe and burn, the rut gone wild in her loins grew stronger and more deliciously punishing.
Her face was deeply flushed. Her eyes were wide and steaming tears of ecstasy. And her nostrils were flared to an extent that gave her face an almost comical look.
"Satisfied yet?" Landarr asked, still knifing into her as rapidly and as deeply as he could.
"Satisfied? Jesus, I feel like there's a hot poker going up me. If you knew how close I am to coming ..."
Kitty was close to coming, but only a few feet from her there was someone who was even closer to coming. It was Elaine, who was sagging on her hands and knees, with Castaine hunched closely over her and jabbing his cruelly oversized pud deep into her shit hole again and again.
"Boy, what a stuffing you're giving me!" Elaine cried out as Castaine poured on more speed. "It's so big in there it's stretching me all out of shape! You're going to split me open like a watermelon before long!"
"Don't you worry," Castaine rasped, not far from coming himself; "you can take everything I'm giving you, and a lot more if you had to."
"Yeah, and be ruined for life."
But Elaine wasn't really worried about the possibility of her being stretched "all out of shape" or "split open" or any such thing. She had too much on her mind to be concerned in a negative way-and what was on her mind was the imminence of her climax.
It was certainly no easy thing to accommodate Castaine's cock in her rectum, but even so her genitals were responding in a very positive fashion. Her twat was flushed and swollen and pooched-open, and from the maw of her split cream was gushing almost steadily and splashing noisily into the smelly puddle between her spread knees. And her clitoris was so strongly erect the sprout of gristly red meat was sore and tender feeling even though neither she nor Castaine had touched it
All of a sudden she hunkered forward and lowered her head to her hands. "Get it all in for me!" she pleaded. "Plug me like-oh, I'm going to come right away! I feel it! I feel it! I'm going to come like mad!"
Castaine snuggled up even closer over her. He gripped her by the shoulders and literally pulled his dick into the deep reaches of her greasy back passage. He felt his glans lodged far up her bowels, where its flared corona was really testing the mucky lining for endurance.
And then her rectum was squeezing . .. squeezing tighter ... and tighter ... And it was fluttering as if trying to milk his cock.
Castaine's cock couldn't hold up under the workout her mad lust of an ass-hole was giving it. He tried to fuck even deeper into her, and then he was coming, sending a long, unbroken stream of sperm into the farthest depths of her bowels.
Rosalie perked up her ears. She was shocked to find that she could actually hear Castaine's come juices ripping into Elaine.
Rosalie lay on her back between Castaine and Elaine, on the one side, and Kitty and Landarr on the other. She was still quite tired from the ride Castaine had given her and from the energetic suck job she had given Kitty at the same time, but she found the energy to roll onto her side and prop her head up and look with awe at Castaine hunched tightly over Elaine, his body convulsing as he continued to pump heavy gobs of sperm into her. It made Rosalie's eyes bulge, hearing his sperm shoot so strongly into Elaine's rectum.
Castaine and Elaine were just collapsing into a heap when Rosalie heard voices and footsteps coming from not far down the corridor beyond the huge bamboo gate. She rolled the rest of the way over, onto her front, and she sat up with her legs folded under her and wondered what was up now.
It was Mbowe again, as she'd expected. like the last time-when he'd come to take away her daughter Suleen-he was accompanied by two Uwele guards. But this time the group beyond the gate also included two Uwele girls-and the lovely young creatures were naked, and they were beaming expectantly through the gate.
"Again?" Mbowe exclaimed.
Rosalie looked at Castaine and Elaine still lying in a heap, then she swung her head the other way and saw that Landarr was screwing Kitty more furiously than ever. She could tell that neither Landarr nor Kitty was far behind Castaine and Elaine; and actions of both of them plainly showed that both were on the verge of coming.
Rosalie looked back at Mbowe. She wasn't sure if he was angry or just a little shocked, but she decided to take his exclamation lightly. Smiling, she said, "What did you expect? We're left together like this ... naked, I mean ... and with nothing to do but wonder ... and worry ... and ... Well, what would you do?"
"No time to answer questions," Mbowe snapped, answering Rosalie's smile with a look of business-like solemnity. Directing his attention to Kitty and Landarr, he said, "Stop now."
Kitty's pussy was throbbing with incredible strength, and the wonderful sensations burning throughout her loins were making her so ecstatic she felt like foaming at the mouth. Her face looked feverish, and she was snorting and panting as she felt the beginning of her orgasm.
Rosalie heard Castaine getting off Elaine, but she kept her eyes on Kitty and Landarr. It was fascinating to watch people come, she thought--almost as enjoyable as coming herself-and, if she knew Castaine and Elaine, they would be watching too before long.
"Now!" Mbowe insisted, setting his arms akimbo.
"I'm about to come," Landarr groaned to Kitty.
Kitty wouldn't have been able to give any sort of reply even if she'd wanted to. She felt the first explosions of her orgasm going off in her genitals, and every bit of her attention was centered on-"Oh, Bill!
And then Landarr was coming too, and it was like a tongue of fire searing through his urethra.
"Oh, God, yes! Feed it to me! Pump me full, Bill!" Kitty groaned.
Her nymphae spread apart as Landarr's hilt-deep cock directed gob after gob of his seed against the neck of her womb. Her passage was too stuffed to take it all, so the thick, frothy sperm streamed back about his cock with stinging force and sprayed out about the root of the bucking shaft.
When the last of his come juices had been ejaculated from deep in his loins and flashed out against the tender, hairy skin about the root of his cock, he sank solidly onto Kitty for a moment and then roiled off her onto his back. And he lay panting beside her, with her panting just as loudly and feeling a rapture that was just as strong as his.
"Is all now?" Mbowe demanded.
Rosalie answered for the two, with another smile.
Mbowe saw that he had not only Rosalie's but also Castaine and Elaine's attention. He didn't bother to wait for Landarr and Kitty to begin regaining then-energy and face him; if they weren't listening, the others would tell them what he said.
"These are wives of chief." He indicated the two Uwele girls in turn. "Ribana ... and Pipiwa. Chief say they come visit you to show you he is friend of you."
"Strange sort of friend, if you ask me," Castaine remarked. "Why has our friend got us caged up like this?"
But Castaine had only made the remark as a matter of form. The truth was, he was a lot more interested in the two girls than he was in the chiefs motive for having them visit.
He was especially interested in the one on Mbowe's right, the one called Ribana. She appeared to be the younger of the two by a couple of years-she didn't even look quite as old as his own wife, Kitty-and as far as he was concerned she was the more attractive of the two. She was quite tall, with nicely flaring hips and full, firm-looking breasts; and her looks and figure were set off especially well, it seemed to him, by her straight black hair, which hung down to the small of her back.
Mbowe paid no attention to Castaine's question. He stood back from the bamboo gate and indicated to the guards that they should open the gate to let the chiefs young wives go into the chamber. As soon as the two were locked inside with the Castaines and the Landarrs and Rosalie, Mbowe and the guards went back down the corridor in the direction from which they had come.
Both of the Uwele girls stood shyly just inside the gate for a few moments and giggled at the strange white-skinned "guests" they had been sent to entertain. Then Pipiwa found the nerve to move toward Rosalie, who appeared to be the most ready to be approached and made friends with, and Ribana went to Castaine and sat down, still giggling, close beside him.
"Hello," Castaine said.
"Yes," Ribana said.
"You're Ribana?"
"Ribana." The girl smiled. "Yes."
"My name's Mark." "Yes."
Ribana giggled again, then pushed against Castaine's chest.
"What is it?" Castaine asked, grabbing her hands, as he teetered there where he was sitting. "Do you want me to lie down on my back?"
Ribana tried to push him again, but he kept firm hold of her hands and restrained her. She became impatient, and frowned at him.
"Whoa, Ribana," he said, thrusting her hands away. He lay back, keeping his eyes questioningly on her. "This what you want?"
Ribana again smiled, and at the same time she opened the packet of reddish-brown powder she'd been holding in one fist.
"What's that stuff?" Castaine asked.
"Yes," Ribana said.
And suddenly she reached between Castaine's thighs and took hold of his penis and quickly peeled his foreskin down off his glans.
"Hey!" Castaine yelped. "Just what do you plan on doing?"
Ribana only looked into his eyes and giggled for a moment, but then she turned her eyes on his cock again and poured some of the powder over his glans.
Nearby, Pipiwa had tipped a bit of the same type of powder into Rosalie's slit, and she was already massaging it into the creamy red tissues and membranes with the tips of her fingers.
And Landarr and Kitty, awaiting their turns, were watching closely while Rosalie and Castaine were deftly jacked up by the chiefs two young wives to a state of intense excitement.
Jesus, Castaine thought, feeling his cock swelling and stiffening as Ribana's fingertips continued to massage the stinging powder into his glans, maybe the chief really is a friend ...
CHAPTER TEN
The old woman "witch doctor" pulled her finger out of Suleen's rectum and got up and moved quickly to Hammersmith only a moment after he saw the man in the black panther pelf. She pushed his hands away from his stiff, throbbing pud and poured an ample amount of the reddish-brown powder over his glans before he had time to realize just why the obscene panther man was approaching Suleen.
But understanding rushed into Hammersmith's mind before long, and he gasped at the shock of what his poor baby was in for even as he felt the woman massaging the powder into his glans. Jesus Christ, he thought, the chief can't be that much of a fiend. But he knew he was wrong; and he knew he could do nothing to keep the chief's fiendish plan from being carried out to the full.
He scarcely paid attention to what the old woman was doing to him. He kept his eyes on that huge, sleek-looking black form, and he felt a terrible fear for his daughter. But he felt more than just fear: as he saw that the panther man's long wet tongue was hanging out and flopping from side to side as the monstrous creature came closer and closer to Suleen, a warm and tremulous sensation began to grow stronger and stronger in his loins. He felt sick with shame, and yet, it was going to be so exciting to watch ...
Suleen still lay prone on the mat of dry grass, but she had raised her head and looked back over her shoulder when she had felt the old woman pulling her middle finger out of her rectum. Now, as she saw the ugly human beast in disguise stepping up between her legs, her mouth gaped open and she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.
The beast's keeper grinned down at her and said, "Korrel." He pointed at the panther man's head as he unfastened the thin rope from the silver collar around the beast's neck, "Korrel," he repeated.
Suleen understood that the man was giving her his pet's name, a bit of information she couldn't have been less interested in. "Who cares what his name is? What do you have him here for?" she shrieked. "God, please get him away from me!"
But the grinning Uwele stepped back, and Korrel padded further up between her legs.
"No! Oh, please, no! Get him away!" she cried out in horror.
Korrel set his huge, stubby-fingered hands on her buttocks and lowered his face. His tongue was still hanging out, and he slithered its tip right between her creamy cheeks near the juncture of her thighs.
Oh, no, no, no! Suleen struggled for a moment or two, but she quickly realized that it was useless; Korrel was just too powerful and too heavy for her to have any chance of getting away from him. All the fight went out of her as quickly as it had started up. A shudder ran through her, and she began panting with dread ... and something more than dread ... God, if only he's satisfied with just licking me some ...
She felt Korrel's tongue touch her tiny, cringing anus. Ooh, its so wet, she thought. It feels so messy ... and it's so shameful and disgusting. But there was another feeling, too: that bit animal tongue was already getting her excited. She knew she should feel totally repelled, but she couldn't control the hot tingling radiating throughout her midsection.
She hunched up as far as she could by straining to get her upper pelvic area above the grass. That tongue! She felt an almost overwhelming sense of humiliation and shame-but that tongue felt so good! She wanted to give Korrel encouragement to lick down into her slit, and the way to do that was to angle the swollen adolescent tissues into complete exposure.
"Aaah ..." she groaned, almost screaming.
Korrel had succumbed to the bait! The tip of his tongue brushed against just the beginning of the ass-hole end of her pussy four or five times, as if sampling the taste of her scent, then he snaked the rough surface of his tongue all the way down over the downy lips of her vulva.
Suleen shuddered more noticeably under him. Already he had her extremely excited. She was juicing and juicing; and her slit began to purse and umpurse, a little like a baby's mouth that was hot for Mamma's nipple, as if to suck his tongue into itself.
"Oh, man, this thing is driving me wild!" Suleen gasped, and spread her legs farther apart so the barely human creature could drive her even more wild.
She felt that great tongue of his now slipping and dragging up and down against the full length of her vulva again and again, and shivers of delight began squirting through her loins and her tummy. She was so horny she felt like shouting for joy. She squirmed under Korrel, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, as surges of the most delicious sort of pleasure rippled through the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Korrel's tongue tickled and teased the syrupy tissues of her slit without mercy, flashing over the ridge of incredibly sensitive meat time after time. Korrel even squished her nymphae apart and licked forcefully between them, then the tip of his tongue darted down and pushed against her clitoris.
Suleen bit into her lower hp to keep from advertising her state more than was necessary. Shit, this is so obscene ... and disgusting ...
"Oh, my baby, my baby, look at the way he's eating you!" Hammersmith blurted just as he felt the old woman mounting his lap and setting his glans against the mouth of her vagina.
Suleen was reacting more and more strongly to the unceasing attentions of Korrel's tongue between the puffy outer lips of her twat. It was maddening! That tongue was going to drive her insane with lust! Her slightly raised midsection gyrated rapidly in tight circles and pistoned shallowly to make Korrel's tongue feel even more active in her slit than it was.
Korrel's tongue lashed and lashed through the greasy slices of flared red meat again and again, but it always returned to her excruciatingly stiff clitoris and devoted its most strenuous and most dialing attentions to that piping-hot sprout.
"Oh, shit, this is too much! It's too much!" Suleen squealed in response to a particularly frenzied pummeling of the raw, bloated glans of her clitoris. "I can't take any more!"
She wedged her hands under her chest and felt for the nipples of her flattened breasts. Locating the sore, hard peaks with the tips of her fingers, she squeezed them as roughly as she could in her hampering position and twisted them so savagely she made herself cry out in pain.
She felt the hairy brute's long tongue slithering beyond her pussy and curling up toward her belly button. The muscles of her tummy went taut as he drilled the tip of his tongue into her belly button, and her pussy creamed down a fresh, heavy flow of her thick pre-come juices.
Korrel had moved his hands to the grass between her thighs so that he could get at her belly button with his tongue, and she felt driven to take advantage of her new freedom of movement. Far from trying to get away, though, she simply maneuvered to turn onto her back. Korrel grumbled from far back in his throat at first, but in moments he saw that she had no intention of trying to get away.
Korrel was still between her thighs, but now she was in a position to look him over and watch what he was doing without straining herself. At the moment, she was most interested in one particular thing. She had to move her head a little to the side and tip it up-and suddenly she let out a cry of disbelief.
It was Korrel's cock that held her wide-eyed gaze. It extended most of the way from between his thighs and just below his torso to his arms. The monstrous pud was terrifyingly long. For most of its length it was sheathed in tight skin covered with short black hair, but several inches of its end protruded from loose folds of foreskin, revealing a glistening pink probe that was smoothly tapered toward the tip of the immense cock. Tapered as the exposed length of moist flesh was, it wasn't much more narrow than Suleen's wrist even quite near the tip.
Finally Suleen had to believe what her eyes told her: that magnificent cock was real. Having accepted that fact, she was surprised to find her terror of the thing leaving her. She didn't doubt that it was madness for her to do so, but she found herself looking forward to having the throbbing weapon fucked into her all the way. She would wind up being gored half to death, she felt sure, but even so she would be undergoing the experience of her life.
Korrel's gaping mouth was just above her genitals, his tongue hanging out so far it was almost touching the pudgy little lips. Now he set his huge, rough hands on top of her slim hips and proceeded to lower his mouth toward her swollen pussy.
Suleen angled her head back in line with her torso but kept it tilted up. She stared between her small titties and watched that tongue of Korrel's come nearer and nearer to her pussy.
Korrel kept his gaze riveted to her flushed little puss, which was so attractively adorned with silken blonde down. As he continued slowly lowering his mouth, he saw more pre-come juices well up from her slit and gush onto her inner thighs and down between her legs. He was particularly fascinated by those tiny, thoroughly soaked red nymphae that, flared and thickened as they were, seemed to be peeking out at him from their snug little home.
Suleen pressed the tips of her thumbs and the first two fingers of both her hands inside her tingling split and drew the outer lips wide apart, exposing every intriguing nook and cranny of her vulva's inner meat. She felt Korrel's quick, humid breath tantalizing her most sensitive tissues and membranes, and she began moaning with desire.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Korrel's mouth and nose jammed suddenly against her vulva. And then she gave out an ecstatic yelp, feeling his huge tongue being thrust deep into her vagina.
Her midsection jerked fitfully in response to the abrupt invasion. She swung her legs up and brought them down along her torso so that Korrel could really get into her depths with that wonderful tongue of his.
She groaned with abandon. Her tummy fluttered convulsively. Ooh, it was bestial! It was gross and degrading and shameful! But it made her feel so good there in her pussy ...
Having penetrated her as thoroughly as possible, Korrel began screwing her with a vengeance, plunging and plunging his tongue into her tight wet hole rapidly as he could.
"Oh, my God! Oh, fuck! Oh, do it to me like a fiend!" Suleen cried out, flinging her head from side to side.
Korrel kept his tongue ruthlessly busy for long minutes inside her snug passage. Sounds of the most gross sort imaginable echoed through the chiefs chamber as he dragged and dragged his tongue's rough surface against the walls of her vagina.
And the longer he screwed her with his tongue, the juicier her twat became.
And the more juices her tissues exuded, the more he lapped up, his tongue slopping the sticky musk all over his face he was in such a hurry to get it into his mouth and drink it down.
"Aah! Aah! Aah!" the old woman straddling Hammersmith's lap and furiously riding his cock gasped at the top of her lungs, in the throes of orgasm.
But still she kept slapping and slapping her pelvis against his! She had creamed all over his thighs and his crotch and his abdomen, yet she rode on and on! And Hammersmith bet it wouldn't be long before she'd come a second time.
Korrel's gigantic erection was throbbing painfully, prompting him to settle down and massage the hot tube of meat against the dry grass.
All of a sudden he withdrew his tongue from Suleen's vagina, and he sought out her clitoris a second time. This time, though, he didn't use his tongue on the inflamed sprout. At first he simply caught it between his lips and nursed at it, but soon he took the thing between his teeth and gave it a much rougher workout
Suleen was experiencing a mixture of agony and delight so strong she was on the verge of losing consciousness when Korrel left off torturing her clitoris.
The obscene man thing went back to plunging his tongue into her vagina.
Suleen recovered from her dizziness, felt the mounds of her bottom clenching and jerking below the huge wet tongue violating her twat Jolts of lust that were truly incredible in their strength were exploding throughout her midsection.
Once more Korrel withdrew his tongue from her vagina, but this time instead of going for her clitoris with his lips he licked down through her slit and over her perineum to her anus.
Almost frantically raunchy, Suleen groaned nonstop in response to the tip of Korrel's tongue pushing against the cringing pucker of her back aperture. She squeezed her eyes shut and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. The pleasure she was feeling was almost too strong to endure, and it was priming every one of the nerve ends of her loins to withstand what was bound to be the most powerful climax of her life.
"OOOH, YES! DO IT!" she yelped, working her hips this way and that and trying to get Korrel's tongue to penetrate her rectum by thrusting up against its tip.
But Korrel only tantalized her anus for a few moments, then he licked back up to her slit and really went to work giving her tongue action there at a punishing speed. He lashed and lashed the surface of his tongue over her nymphae and against her clitoris, making her writhe uncontrollably and shudder more violently than ever.
His tonguing was making Suleen experience sensations that were more ecstatic than any she had ever felt before. In fact, she wouldn't have believed it was possible to feel as good as she was feeling at this moment. Her entire body felt as if it were about to undergo, all at once, the explosions of the climax she was so close to achieving.
"Lick me! Suck me! Oh, harder! Do it harder! And rougher!" she pleaded, her brutally overheated pussy meat aching under that tireless tongue it was shuddering and throbbing with such extreme strength.
Korrel plowed his tongue deep into her sucking cunt hole again, and she strained up to get him to penetrate her even more deeply. The downy blonde hairs adorning the folds of her cunt spread cream over his nose and stimulated his whiskers, and he seemed so pleased that she was moved to thrust against his face with an utter lack of restraint.
Oh, how long could it go on? Korrel was getting his tongue ever deeper into her vagina each time he screwed it in, and she was being made hornier and hornier. How long? She felt as if he had been boring into her with his tongue for hours! This just couldn't keep on-or she'd become hysterical.
And yet she wanted it to go on. She was so mixed-up ... and so deep in heat ... If Korrel did keep on screwing her with his tongue-
But he stopped suddenly, again.
He simply couldn't put off really screwing Suleen any longer. His huge cock was throbbing with excruciating strength, and it seemed to be burning up with the need to be plunged deep into her hole.
He moved up over her, forcing her doubled-back legs hard against the grass. The dp of his cock pushed through the downy hair of one of her cuntal lips for a moment and then nosed into her slit.
Ooh, shit, yes! She wanted it bad! She needed that monster organ! If she didn't get it right away ...
She groped above her cream-flooded crotch and wrapped her fist around the fantastic length of meat. She was terribly afraid, but she was so horny she guided the organ's tip to the tiny, animated mouth of her vagina. "Get it in!" she rasped. "Fuck it in deep! Fuck it all the way in!"
Korrel sledge-hammered his haunches forward-and Suleen cried out as she felt the tight entrance to her cuntal depths resist for the briefest of moments and then fall victim to the brutal pressure.
The agony was almost total, and it made her pathetic cry turn into a howl. And the agony became even more searing when Korrel had at her breached adolescent flesh with another, even stronger thrust.
And then Korrel put all the brute power at his command into a third thrust, and nearly a-foot of his enormous cock ripped into Suleen.
"Oh, no! Oh, God, no, no, get it out! It hurts! It hurts!" Suleen wailed.
She angled her head up in a rush, brushing her hair against the thick jet-black fur hanging from Korrel's chest. Though her eyes were streaming tears, she was able to make out her puffy little twat lips stretched almost incredibly far apart, with the tiny, glistening inner ones actually throttling the deeply fucked-in column of Korrel's cock. She writhed vainly under him, slashing stabs of agony searing through her flesh one after another.
Korrel gored his way even deeper into her tortured hole, and she felt her inner muscles spasming about the cement-hard column and at the same time squeezing it with wicked strength.
The rounded tip of the invading meat was drilling against the neck of her womb. She was utterly stuffed-more thoroughly stuffed by far than she'd ever been before-and despite the agony alive in her she began to feel fresh, sharply pleasant sensations spreading from nerve end to nerve end throughout her pussy's wet tissues. Noticing the piquant smell of her cream commingled with his slimy musk, she sniffed deeply and wet down her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Korrel seemed to sense her renewed state of arousal. He jammed the tip of his dick harder against her cervix, then he relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the feel of his mighty shaft pulsating inside her.
"Oooh, please, start in fucking me now," Suleen pleaded, her voice thick with the new hunger that possessed her. "Really give it to me ... deep and hard ... hard ..."
Korrel felt her pussy sucking on his cock, and his ears perked up "as she began to hiss with pleasure at being so thoroughly and so thickly penetrated.
Sweat welled up on Suleen's brow and trickled down her flushed face. The pain was almost entirely gone. Already she felt as if she could come simply from having Korrel's cock lodged so deep up her and stretching her almost to the bursting point as it was. She rolled her head from side to side, and she worked her midsection slowly but steadily to encourage Korrel to get started pistoning his cock in her.
"Oh, please, please start fucking me! Please!" she groaned. "I want it so bad!"
Korrel understood her or anyway realized what she wanted, and at last he started to withdraw. And then he was grinding into her with his massive cock, jerking it back and then sawing it in ... and back ... and in . ..
Oooooh ... So good ... so good ... Suleen could hardly stand it. She would faint. Oooh, she knew she would faint. In and out ... in and out ... He was fucking and fucking her ... so good ... so good ...
Soon Korrel was furiously pumping his cock into her, yet he made each of his strokes as thorough-going as the last. Drawing back, he nearly whipped the immense cylinder out of her wet, sucking passage, then he drove it in so brutally its rounded tip bashed against her cervix and made her skid over the grass.
The heavy folds of skin that contained his balls tightened around the swollen egg shapes and drew them up against the root of his ruthlessly jabbing cock, and he made low, grunting sounds and then began to pant. Suleen had long since let her head settle back to the grass, so he was able to curl his head down and under and watch his cock as he pistoned it into his thoroughly cooperative sexual prey. He saw the flushed and swollen external meat of her cunt stretched all out of shape and yet creaming steadily due to its profound appreciation, and the sight made him squirt a preliminary dose of his sperm into her.
He was going to come soon. He was so close, and it was going to give him so much satisfaction. The way that little cunt was squeezing and milking his bone ...
Suleen moved wildly under him, slamming her hips up around his driving cock again and again. The flesh of her thighs rippled and spasmed as she worked away, aiding his fucking of her with all her strength. She was so close to coming she was like a mindless, shapely slab of meat that was animated only by the most profound sort of raunchy sensations. Getting fucked was everything! It was her entire world-and the world was about to explode!
"Aah, man! Shit! This is incredible! There's never been anything so fantastic!" she groaned, her face almost blood-colored due to the depth of her rut
Korrel was slashing harder than ever into her, the tip of his cock punishing her cervix so violently it seemed on the verge of bursting through and tearing on into her womb out of sheer brute force. He knew he was only seconds away from coming. His balls were tingling, and they were sore because the folds of skin containing them were so tight. His frothy comes juices seemed to be boiling in his loins. The seconds were almost gone ... almost gone ...
And it was now! Now! He was going to come! He was going to fill her so full!
Suleen felt his cock growing, impossibly, thicker than ever. The thing was a leg fucked into her! God, it was huge! It would tear her open!
Korrel's tingling urethra dilated inside her, and the heavy storage tanks of his come juices squeezed and squeezed, fighting to ejaculate his load as violentiy as possible. He let out a tremendous roar of satisfaction as he blasted countless gushes of steaming white sperm into her.
And Suleen steeled herself against the hammering pressure and strained to keep her cervix jammed against the tip of his hosing meat, and all the while her aching twat hole sucked with fiendish strength on every penetrating inch of the shaft. She wanted every ounce of what he had for her, and even more; she wanted to deplete his loins completely, to milk him into a state of dehydration.
For some moments she remained almost literally insane, she was so unbearably horny. But then-
"Oh, I'm about to come! Oh, it's-oh! Oh, God! It's so strong! It's so good! I'm going to come out of my skull! I-oh, here it is! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She was still feeling the jets of Korrel's ejaculation as her own orgasm began to thunder along the circuits of her nervous system. An enormously powerful fist seemed to grasp her genitals and shake them, and squeeze, and milk. And she creamed and creamed ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The old woman was coming again as she continued to ride Hammersmith's cock at a punishing speed. Once more she had juiced all over his lap and his abdomen and sent the stuff streaming down into the crack between his buttocks, and she was still juicing copiously.
But Hammersmith hardly paid any attention to her. His erection had been given so much stimulation it was sore and tender inside her, but so far at least he hadn't blasted a single load of semen into her. His need to come was so strong he felt desperate but he found himself unable to come. And he knew what his problem was.
He had scarcely taken his eyes off his daughter and her fiendish tormentor throughout their bout of unbridled lust. In fact, he was still intently watching them. He was watching Suleen in particular, because she was at the heart of his problem: he wanted to screw her. That she was his own daughter did nothing to lessen his hunger for her; in fact, her being his daughter was the reason he wanted her with such single-minded intensity. He had to have her. He couldn't keep his eyes from going again and gain to that lovely adolescent pussy of hers, and to that tiny pucker between the rubbery little mounds of her bottom.
Who had a better right to screw her? She was his own little baby, wasn't she? If she could get it from a goddamn savage and from a creature who was barely human, for Chrissake ...
His musing was interrupted when he heard several people approaching from beyond Suleen and Korrel. He looked up and was more than a little surprised to see that it was the Castaines and the Landarrs and his wife Rosalie, along with Mbowe and a couple of Uwele guards and in addition a couple of very attractive young girls who appeared to be Uwele. Except for the guards, who were wearing their small leather crotch pieces, everyone of the group was naked.
Hammersmith was embarrassed at being confronted by his wife and his friends while he was being ridden by a fat old native woman, but he was courageous enough not to try to hide his face behind the woman's incessantly rising-and-falling form. Anyway, he supposed Suleen and that monster Korrel would get the major share of attention.
Ignoring a lewd wink from Castaine, he caught his wife's eyes and saw a flush slowly creep up her cheeks. Now what had she been doing to feel guilty about? he wondered, as Rosalie averted her eyes. And what was the meaning of the two Uwele girls' being with her and the Castaines and the Landarrs? "Aiieee!" Suleen shrieked.
Hammersmith lost no time in returning his attention to her. And what he saw made him gasp out of fear and pity for her: Korrel was getting ready to corn-hole her.
Korrel had obviously recovered every bit of his perverse rut, which he'd so recently depleted. His dick was as erect and throbbing with vitality as ever, and he had hunched over Suleen again and nosed the organ's rounded tip between the cheeks of her ass. He was stirring around in the tight divide, plainly searching out the entrance to her bowels.
Then a strange thing happened: Suleen slipped a shaky hand over her tummy and up past her swollen, gushy cunt, and she encircled Korrel's cock near its end with her thumb and index finger. Squeezing the thick, greasy meat, and shivering as she did so, she pulled it up till the tip was flush with the wrinkled little baby's mouth of her anus.
The shocking sight made Hammersmith gasp even louder than before. Suleen was afraid of what she was in store for, clearly, but she sure wasn't too afraid.
Korrel crept farther forward over her to make the tip of his cock push hard against her anus. He commenced a slow rocking motion, subjecting her back entrance to continual testing of its resistance. His cock felt much too thick to go in there, but he was determined.
Her ass-hole emitted an odd popping sound, and at that moment her anus was breached.
"Aah, nooo!" Suleen screamed.
But pity wasn't part of the panther man's nature, so he ignored her suffering and kept right on pumping the end of his meat between her cheeks. He had the tip of the shaft securely fucked into her shit hole, and now deeper penetration became easier and easier.
Realizing that her cries were going to get her nowhere, Suleen tried simply gritting her teeth and doing her best to withstand the tissue shredding penetration. Oh, but the pain was so horrible. She felt as if a heated pop bottle were being forced into her rectum. Her pore little anus was going to burst! If the pain went away like when Korrel had fucked her in the twat ... and if she could stand the pain till it did go away ...
Hammersmith heard Landarr groan, and his attention was diverted for a moment. He saw that Landarr was down on the dry grass beyond Suleen and Korrel and off to the right. With Landarr was the older of the two Uwele girls, the one with fairly short hair, and it was sawing his pud into her runny chocolate cunt that had caused him to groan.
"It's too big to go in there!" Suleen wailed hopelessly.
Even before she finished speaking those words, she sensed a drop in the level of pain she was undergoing. Korrel had more than half his cock crammed into her bowels already, and he continued to go even deeper; but even so the pain for some reason was now appreciably less. Maybe her anus had become accustomed to the murderous stretching it was being made to withstand, or maybe the elastic aperture was just resigned to the stretching. Suleen didn't know. But she did know one thing for sure: she was glad the pain was a lot less.
"Ooh, not too much deeper," she groaned, feeling l shudder run through her that made her pussy start creaming again.
Korrel had all but a few inches of his cock fucked into her greasy back passage. Not even pausing for a breather, he suddenly changed directions and began to withdraw his cock.
"Ah, yes ... yes ... it's feeling better ..." Suleen sighed. And there actually was something soothing about having her raw little pucker strained against in the "right" direction; it was as if she were having a big bowel movement, except that it was a lot nicer than that.
She reached to her bottom and strained to pry her cheeks as far apart as she could get them. Yes ... yes ... this is really it ... Now ifs really going to start being fun.
The second Uwele girl, the younger one with the hair that went down almost to her delicious-looking little butt, suddenly emitted a high-pitched yelp. Startled, Hammersmith looked where the sound had come from.
His mouth fell open, and his eyes widened. Was this some kind of mass orgy taking place? Castaine was crouched over the girl, and he had just fucked his dick all the way into her ass-hole in one vicious thrust. He was going to ride her the way Suleen was being ridden by the human beast!
Korrel was now sawing slowly in and out of Suleen's rectum, and she was pleased to find that she was thoroughly enjoying it. And the funny thing was that it was fast getting better and better. Pretty soon, she couldn't help feeling, she'd be getting a bigger thrill out of it than she had out of getting fucked in her twat by his gigantic erection.
Ooh, every little move of his cock in her bowels sent a delicious ripple of excitement through her. She began squealing with pleasure, and she tried to pull the mounds of her butt even farther apart.
She started working her hips under him, complementing in a small way his increasingly speedy fucking action.
"Ooh, shit, Fm beginning to like this an awful lot," she rasped. "If it gets much better..."
Korrel really started pouring on the speed; and it got so much better, and in such a short time, that in moments she was jacked-up to a feverish state and groaning and panting with abandon.
The old woman "witch doctor" still riding Hammersmith's cruelly over-stimulated pud all of a sudden gasped at the top of her lungs right in his face. He blinked in surprise and turned his head to look at her-but he saw something out of the corner of his eye that was a lot more interesting than her face.
Jesus Christ! Landarr and Castaine were still hard at it with those two Uwele dolls, and now there lay Rosalie and Elaine, off to the left. It was an orgy that was going on. Or else a sex circus. Rosalie and Elaine were on their sides with their fronts together and their feet aiming in opposite directions. Each one had her upper leg raised, and they were shamelessly engaged in an act of sixty-nine, with each one's lips jammed against the other's sloppy-wet pussy and with their tongues lapping and lapping away as they sucked for all they were worth.
And just when Hammersmith was watching, Kitty strode over to Rosalie and Elaine and settled down to join in the fun.
Sex, sex, sex all over the place! And it all made Hammersmith think about how much he wanted his daughter.
The old woman raping his cock gasped again, and he felt her creaming more than ever. Her third orgasm provided by his cock, and he couldn't get any satisfaction at all!
His problem certainly wasn't shared by his daughter. Suleen's piping-hot little pussy was creaming even more than the old woman's fat, hairy thing. Korrel was almost violently fucking her now. She was creaming so much the stuff was actually spurting from the inner tissues of her genitals and flooding over her tummy and down her sides.
No, she sure didn't have the problem her father had. She was so close to coming, in fact-
"Ooooh, fuck me in there, you crazy wild animal! Fuck me and fuck me and never stop!"
Her anus rode and rode his pounding bone, the friction bruising the skin off the sensitive ring of flesh.
"OH, GOD IN HEAVEN!" she shouted. "NEVER LIKE THIS! I NEVER DREAMED IT COULDAHHH..."
She started to black out. She was only a girl, after all, and the climax was so strong it actually hurt. To keep from losing consciousness she stuck out her tongue and bit into it and ground and ground her teeth against the squishy flesh.
Her anus grew tighter and tighter around the savage's cock. It grew too tight, forcing him to withdraw at the critical moment
Korrel lowered his face to hers and licked ah over her features in appreciation of the ecstasy her body had provided him. While he was soaking her face down with his saliva, his cock bucked once and then sent a solid stream of come splashing all over her butt
CHAPTER TWELVE
Suleen was shocked to find that she was far from devoid of sexual feeling after having enjoyed the climax of her life. She guessed it was because of that powder the old woman had massaged into her pussy and her back passage, but whatever the reason the amazing fact was undeniable: she was still horny.
She watched Korrel's keeper attach his leash back to his collar and then lead him away, and she seriously thought of calling out to the keeper and trying to get him to let her and his human fucking engine enjoy another bout together. But she kept quiet after all, if reluctantly. She didn't want to give the impression she was a pervert or anything like that ... and she had to have some modesty.
She heard the old woman going through the throes of another climax. Turning, she saw that the woman was finally dismounting from her father's lap.
She heard the highly erotic sound of her father's cock sliding out of the woman's vagina. Feeling a tingling sensation growing in her clitoris, she waited tensely for the woman to get out of the way of what she wanted to see.
"Ooh, Daddy," she murmured, very softly, her eyes devouring his cock.
In her judgment it was a beautiful penis; and it certainly was a nice-sized one. She was somewhat shocked to see it so slimy and so red all over; but that old woman had been fucking her father for such a long time, the look of the jutting organ was understandable.
Oh, the tingle in her clitoris was growing stronger. She was so horny she was in urgent need of some help to satisfy herself-and she knew just who she wanted to get that help from.
She crept a yard or so closer to her father and then turned around and got on her hands and knees, with her head lowered to her forearms. "Daddy, help me," she called to Hammersmith, who had watched her every move. "Look how red and swollen I am at my thing and in my behind. I itch and burn and burn and feel all tingly. Please help me, Daddy."
Hammersmith's eyes burned into her slit and the little crater of her anus. His baby was still in heat! Her clitoris was poking out strongly from between the lips of her pussy. It looked as hard as his cock, and what startled him most was the size of the thing: it was almost as big as one of his thumbs.
And just look at the raw wound at the opening to her rectum ... She'd suffered such a reaming by that animal's cock that her anus was still not back to normal size. It was blood-colored, and it seemed to sag a little there between her buttocks. The poor sphincter had been made so loose that Hammersmith would've been able to see right into her rectum if a tiny light had been inside her.
Hammersmith felt his cock twitching urgently. He had to get it into his daughter before long or he'd have a nervous breakdown or something.
He looked around for Mbowe and sighted him slouching against the chamber wall some six or seven yards off to the right "Mbowe," he called.
Mbowe appeared not to hear him.
"Mbowe!" he called again, louder.
Mbowe raised his head and looked over at Hammersmith. "Yes, Bwana?" he muttered half-heartedly.
"I want you to ask the chief something for me. What's got into you, anyway?"
Mbowe trotted over and smiled down at Hammersmith. "Ribana gimme blow job," he said. Laughing, he added, "Take a lot out of me."
"Ribana? You mean one of those two Uwele girls?"
Mbowe nodded. "Ribana and Pipiwa. Chiefs wives."
"Chiefs wives?" Hammersmith yelped. "Then why in the world are they running around behaving like whores, for Chrissake?"
"Chief very fine man ... very generous," Mbowe said, and shrugged.
"Are you crazy? After the way he locked up my friends and my family and me, and-"
"Just to be sure you give spirits of gorilla man to Taniwi," Mbowe explained.
Hammersmith gaped up at Mbowe and wondered if he knew what he was talking about. "Well, ask the fine, generous man if I can ... uh ... do something to comfort my daughter."
Mbowe grinned lewdly and then spoke for a few moments with the chief.
"Anything you want," he told Hammersmith presently. "I knew it before I ask. I told you chief in fine man."
Hammersmith paid no attention to Mbowe's comments. As soon as he'd heard those first three magic words, he'd stopped even listening and moved right into action.
He fitted himself snugly over Suleen and guided the glans of his violently throbbing erection to the bruised and swollen entrance to her cunt hole. "Does this help?" he asked.
"Ooh, Da-"
"And this?" he asked, thrusting deep into her all at once.
"Ooh, Daddy, Daddy, yes! It's good! I want it! Fuck me long and fast and-aah! Aah! Aah! Daddy!"
He was already pistoning his dick into her at a fairly quick pace, and he was thrilled to feel the walls of her vagina fluttering about the ecstatic cylinder.
Wanting to demonstrate to his daughter that he knew a trick or two no halfwit in an animal costume knew, he tugged the cheeks of her ass well apart and wedged the tips of his index fingers through her anus. After yanking the tips of his index fingers as far apart as he could just inside her rectum-to make her anus present a reasonably large opening into her-he was ready.
He whipped his dick all the way out of her pussy and immediately fucked it deep into her bowels. Then it came all the way out of her a second time and he plunged it back into her pussy.
He fumbled several times during a minute or two of "practice", but soon he was smoothly fucking her by turns in both her pussy and her rectum.
Mbowe had been talking with the chief again, and now he had a message for the Hammersmiths, the Castaines, and the Landarrs. Grinning so broadly nearly all his sparkling white teeth were put on display, he announced, "Chief say all free to go now, but he say all welcome to accept his hospitality as long as you want."
Only Castaine was idle at the moment and so was able to respond at any length. "We're certainly not going to rush off," he said, returning Mbowe's happy grin. "Why don't you tell the chief I'm interested in that special powder his wives used?"
"Oh, baby, I'm coming!" Hammersmith gasped just then, and stilled his cock hilt-deep in Suleen's pussy.
He was still squirting gobs of semen into her when she gasped in turn, "Daddy, I am too!"
After withdrawing his sopping-wet penis from heir pussy, Hammersmith struggled to his feet and walked shakily to the massive stone chair in which the chief was still sitting.
He smiled down at the chief and shook hands with him, though it was plain from the look on the chiefs face that he didn't have any idea what the gesture meant.
It doesn't really matter if he understands, Hammersmith thought. He's the man who gave me my daughter, and whafs important is that I know it and that I'm grateful.
Noticing that Castaine was now getting a blow job from Ribana, Hammersmith walked over and grinned at him. "Enjoying the hospitality?" he asked.
"Sure am. I always did enjoy hospitality. And I say take advantage of it when ft's offered. We can always see about getting those runaway porters back and getting the safari started up again in a week ... or two
Hammersmith went back to his daughter. Gazing down on her diminutive adolescent figure, he thought, Anyway, really getting to know my baby is more important than any safari, and this has turned out to be a perfect place to get to know her.
He was about to settle down beside her when he heard Rosalie give out an especially loud groan. Looking across to where Rosalie lay on her back, he saw Elaine roll off her only to be replaced immediately by one of the Uwele guards.
Rosalie wants to take the chief up too, then, on his offer of hospitality, he mused. And isn't it just like a woman to vote with her back?
