Chapter 1
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 . .."