Chapter 4
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."
"Ooh, stop . .. please," Suleen rasped. "You're hurting..."
"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."