Chapter 9
"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.
"I'm coming now! Now! Now!" Elaine gasped. "Oh, Lord, I'm coming stronger than ever ..."
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!
Christ! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm coming, Bill! I'm coming!"
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 ...