Chapter 6
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.
Yes ... yes ... "Taniwi ... Taniwi ... you're pretty ... and nice .. "
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!