Chapter 1
Christina was tough. Everything about her testified to her endurance and stamina. Her athletic body, her intelligence and her mil were tough. If there was ever a human female built for survival it was Christina Anderson.
And yet she was also beautiful. Extremely beautiful. Though her legs and arms were muscular they were also shapely and well tapered. There was not an ounce of fat on her except for her breasts and bottom. Her boobs were resilient perfectly shaped big C-cup pears crowned by exceptionally large orange-brown nipples. Yet even these exquisite tits were surpassed in their loveliness by her superb bottom. Blessed with a large and accommodating pelvis her butt was broad, firm and full. Her ass globes were large taut hemispheres that cut with a crease in the back of her sensuous legs. Such a lovely body had obviously been designed to promote the continuance of the species.
But it was her face that men most remembered when they first met her. Angelic and clear skinned, it was crowned by long blond hair and accentuated by crisp bright blue eyes. In face, body and soul Christina was a gorgeous blond who had been made for fucking.
As a dedicated anthropology student the young virgin had been saving diligently to visit Africa, man's primordeal home. And so when her brother August graduated from high school, as a surprise to both of them, their family had given them a summer's vacation in Kenya.
They went with an especially arranged excursion for students and other young people, flying a chartered plane from New York City to Nairobi. From Nairobi the group of thirty or so young people was flown over the mountains to Kisumu and from there safaried into the depths of the Lake Victoria Basin.
Christina and Angus t shared a tent a bit apart from the rest to avoid the raucousness and noise of some of the more childish and less dedicated students who seemed to think a trip to Africa was just an excuse to make out. She felt fortunate, having a younger brother who wasn't that way.
Though the two were friendly, Christina and August had never been really close. They were almost opposites in personality. The girl was a serious student and athlete. Her younger brother was a dilettante at school and sports with a brash and impudent manner. Yet she felt warm toward him this evening. And then he spoiled the magic of the African night with his first words:
"I'd sure like to get in the pants of that little brunette Mary Dorset, "he began casually. Christina found both what he said and the way he said it unpleasant. But she did not criticize him, though she was shocked.
"Think I've got a chance to fuck her?"
She ignored his rude question.
"Did you see that real tall black when he took a piss by the tree? He's got one huge dong hung on him. It must be nine incites. Did you see it?"
Christina was displeased by the question but she remained mute. She. forgave her brother his frivolous over-preoccupation with sex but she refused to encourage him by talking of such things. And she was genuinely surprised by the anger in his voice with his next words.
"What's the matter with you, sis? Don't you know how to talk? Are you deliberately being rude? Or are you so hung-up about the size of a man's cock that you're speechless?"
"Why I ... I'm not hung-up about it, "she said in a halting startled voice, "but I just don't think it's a proper topic of conversation between a man and girl. That's all. Especially not brother and sister."
"What are you? Some kind of virgin?" August did not expect an answer to this but threw it out as an insult.
"Yes I am. And so what? Just because I behave a little better than a mere animal doesn't give you any reason to snicker." Christina stared into the African darkness, wondering where the magic of this strange land had gone to.
"August, let's not argue, "she said at last. In spite of her irritation, she didn't feel angry toward her brother. She knew it was just his way to be frivolous and insincere about love and sex.
The boy considered his sister for a moment, his eyes tracing over the trim figure that was not fully concealed by her neat clothes. She was truly exceptionally beautiful. And August had been horny for several days now. He had always been reckless with women and the strange African night made him more so. Sex was always a pleasure-his only real pleasure.
"Did you see that black man when he pissed?" he asked again.
"I turned my head aside, "she answered truthfully.
"Have you ever seen a man's cock?"
"No," she responded resolutely.
"Well you'll see one now," the boy said with a demonic grin. Quickly he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his legs. His healthy prick stood straight up and erect from his firm body.
"Don't let's spoil the evening," Christina said curtly, looking straight ahead into the darkness. Yet in spite of her determination, the girl could not help but glance at that fascinating thing out of the comer of her eyes. Illuminated now only by the moonlight it stood quivering and proud, luscious in its soft pinkness.
For a half hour they remained quietly, the boy on his back with the hard pole jutting up into the air and his sister sneaking unwanted peeks at its firmness.
"Why is it so ... why is it standing up like that?" she asked at last, unable to keep her mind off his rigid penis. "That's not normal."
"Because the thought of that beautiful body of yours and that hairy blond cunt between your legs keeps it that way," her brother answered abruptly, rolling over and putting both hands on her shoulders. Quickly he crawled on top of her.
"Let me go," Christina threatened. Her heart beginning to beat rapidly. But immediately she felt a pressure against her chest. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. Her brother was unbuttoning her khaki blouse.
"Stop!" she gasped at last when the shirt was almost fully opened. "You can't. Besides you're my brother."
"Tail's tail, "muttered the boy callously, pulling the blouse wide open. She lay under him, panting, her naked belly glistening in the moonlight. Her thick protective bra shone white against her flesh, tantalizing to his eyes. Quickly he unsnapped the hook.
"August, no!" Christina moaned in confusion and surprise. She s till didn't believe what was happening. "You don't know what you're doing. Stop. I won't tell if you stop now."
Suddenly she felt a release of pressure on her chest. A cool African breeze played across her naked tits. In disbelief she looked down to see her large boobs jutting up naked from her trim body. In the full night light they appeared as huge mounds of soft creamy flesh, rising from her chest as quivering white mountains crowned by the large dark tips. In consternation she saw that her nipples were hard, wrinkled and puckered.
"August," she gasped, "August, what are you doing?"
In response the boy grasped the resilient mounds, one in each hand, kneading them with his fingers. His thumbs rubbed the nipples coarsely, bringing them to even greater erection.
Christina stared down at her naked boobs, watching them being fondled and petted as though she were in a movie watching it happen to someone else. It was a stranger's breasts that were being thumbed and courted to tingling awareness. Amazed she gazed at them as they seemed to swell and thicken under his hands, the nipples rising and stiffening in the cool breeze. Only vaguely did she realize the burning need that was mounting at the ends of her abundant jugs. It was all happening to someone else, somewhere else. She was just an onlooker.
She felt his warm hands reach under her short khaki skirt and raise it up to her belly. In dismay she stared at him as she perceived his fingers wrap around the elastic of her panties and press firmly against her cool skin.
"August," she said in distraction, "August you can't." Unused to such emotions she had only her logic to defend herself. "August, August you can't rape me. I'm your sister."
She felt the flimsy nylon briefs begin to slide over her bottom. She knew her pussy bush was gradually being exposed. In a moment, her cunt itself would be bared. She had to stop him. Anxiously she argued, speaking rapidly and forcefully.
"August, you can't. You can't rape your own sister. No one's ever seen me nude before. Not even my breasts. Stop it, August. Stop it!"
Yet it never occurred to her to use anything but words to repell the boy. Her arms and legs were strong as his. She could have tried to fight him off. But it was simply impossible. For August to fuck her would be incest, and incest was forbidden. Even her randy brother couldn't do that.
But it was a fact that Christime could feel the grass now against her naked bottom. It dawned on her that her twat was fully exposed. Forcefully she pushed her legs together but still she could sense the rolled panties being pulled down her thighs.
Speechless she looked around for help. Not six feet away two aged Bantu, block porters with large grins on their faces, watched with lascivious pleasure. Immediately Christina blushed with shame.
"August, make them go away. Make them go away!" she begged earnestly.
"Go away, "said the boy perfunctorily, fighting the thin briefs down to his sister's knees, struggling against her tightly closed legs.
But the old warriors didn't move. It was always fun to watch whites fuck. How different from their own youth when every woman-married or unwedwillingly offered themselves to their hard, strong battle tested bodies.
They laughed with glee. The timeworn bantus recognized the exquisite beauty of her body, knew that she was a virgin. Their expert eyes admired the fine fullness of her breasts, the plumpness of her ass, the richness of her golden cunt bush. How silly of her to lie there struggling like a trussed pig awaiting slaughter. Her blouse and thick bra were rolled up under her arms like a twisted rope. Her short khaki skirt fell uselessly across her tummy. Those ridiculously skimpy and impractical pink panties were knotted now about her ankles, her fantastic white flesh glimmered beautifully in the bright moonlight.
"Don't!" she whispered. "Stop it or I'll scream. I warn you."
"Go ahead and scream, "August said loudly, forcing the panties at last over her feet. Immediately he grasped at her knees and began to force her legs apart.
"Not so loud," she insisted vehemently. "People mil hear. And make them go away."
Christina did not know which was worse. To be raped. Or to let the whole camp of black Africans see her naked and ready to be raped. Or to simply be fucked while two old laughing natives watched with obvious glee.
But she didn't have time to think. She felt August's legs pressed between her knees, forcing them apart. She felt his hand impudently on her cunt, pinching and rolling her naturally full pussy lips. Something strange wrns wiggling inside her furrow, digging toward her hole. She knew it was his finger. She looked down between her swelling tits, saw her flat tummy followed by a rising mound of tight blond curly pussy hair. She saw her legs arched, spread wide open, giving easy access to her naked quim. And most of all she saw his quivering cock, shaped and poised like a spear ready to be thrust at the target. And the target was her own virgin cunt.
Suddenly logic gave way to emotion and she began to cry hysterically. "Don't do it to me, August. Please don't do it. Please, someone help me. I'm being raped. Please, someone help me."
Quickly the boy leaned forward, his hand still firmly caressing her pussy and his fingers solidly implanted in her slit. "Stop screaming," he whispered in her ear, his hard chest squashing her beautiful boobs. "Do you want the whole camp to watch me fuck you? Pm going to do it anyway. Do you want everyone to watch?"
"No, no," she gasped in a quieter voice, "I don't want them to see. But I don't want you to do it either."
"But I am going to do it," he asserted firmly, "and there's no one here who'll stop me. "His fingers spread her gash wider, probing deeper. Shuddering, Christina felt his touch up and down the coral slit. He found her little button, freed it from its enveloping flesh and began to roll and squeeze it.
"Oh, oh stop, stop!" she gasped. "Oh, oh don't do that. That's my clitoris."
"Don't you think I know what it is?" he chuckled softly, continuing the exploration of her most private parts. She lay pinned there shivering, excited but yet repelled by what was going on. Even she had never touched herself down there. Never would she have thought of masturbation.
"Hmmm, " he purred after a moment, giving a soft whistle.
"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly aware of a new rise of anxiety. All she could feel was his hand pushing hard into her cunt where it shouldn't be.
"Your cherry. That's the thickest hymen. I've ever felt. It's as tough as leather. This is going to hurt."
"You or me?" The girl queried naively, a sense of alarm growing in her quivering breast.
"You, "he said curtly. "I don't even know if lean bust it with my cock."
"Then don't, August, don't," the pretty blond responded immediately. Uselessly she tried to argue with him. She had not yet captured the reality of the situation. None of this could happen to her. It was all being done to someone else.
"Sorry sis," he offered in a malicious voice. With his fingers he pulled her lips wide apart and for the first time pressed the head of his dpng against the sweating pink slit.
"August!" she said in desperation. "Stop it!" She looked around for help and saw that the two old bantus had been joined by four other natives from the safari. All six squatted around the two of them now not two feet away. Each wore a large grin as he watched the proceedings. There would be no help from them and if she screamed all the kids would see her spread out like this naked and indecently exposed.
Reality began to press in on her in the form of her brother's hard pole. Lubricated only by his own saliva he ground and pushed the knob against the resisting skin.
"Uh, uh stop it!" she repeated insistently, grunting with discomfort at his numerous unsuccessful jabs and thrusts. At last she came to her senses and began to fight hick, twisting her ass away from the offending pecker. She raised up off the ground and tried to push him away with her strong arms.
"Me help, "said one of the natives and grasped one of her shoulders, attempting to shove her back. Another grabbed the other shoulder and together they pushed her onto the grass. August took her hips firmly in his hands, holding them still so he could zero his peter in on her twat.
"Don't, don't, "cried Christina to the natives. "Stop him. He's trying to rape me."
"Umm, he strong man. He give you one good big fuck," replied one of the black audience.
"Ae, ae, uh, uhhhh," gasped the girl as she felt her brother's liard pole shoving and pushing at her tight tender quim, demanding entrance. "Oh God, August, please. It's my body. I don't want it in there. I don't want to be screwed."
"They all say that," he panted callously, impatient with his ability to break her cherry with his hard, fat cock. "You'll love it when I'm in."
"Use this," said one old bantu, handing him a short spear with the blunt end toward him. The stubby handle was a pole of hardwood about two inches thick.
"Perfect," murmured the boy, poising the thick rod threateningly only inches above her twisting twat.
"Don't, don't. No, no, August," cried the blond in panic, the suddenly she began to scream as the rough stick crashed piteously into her gash, split through the defending hymen and lodged itself deep into her virgin love cave.
"God, oh, oh, oh," she yelled, not caring now who heard her. "Oh, the pain. The pain, August. Oh please stop. Stop!" Face contorted and tears in her eyes her body twisted and writhed as the burning pulsed out of her cunt and rocked her whole body. Blood was everywhere. "August, August, it hurts. It hurts. Stop it. "
Ruthlessly the boy tossed the stick aside, positioned his cock expertly above his squirming sister and plunged it home. Her cunt was enormously hot and he kept shoving till the heat reached his very balls, he felt her body jerking, shaking and twisting beneath him. His ears were filled with her cries of pain and pleas for mercy.
Like an expert cocksman, he again pulled his pecker back to the knob, then began to pump it evenly and rhythm ically in to the damp pussy. It was unbelievably tight and resistant, but courageously he continued to push and screw his fat peter into the narrow hole.
"Oh God, oh God it hurts," Christina continued to moan pitiably. Her crotch was alive with fire and pain shot from between her legs, filling her whole body. There was no beauty or pleasure in this.
Only agony was inside her. She could feel that strange thing which did not belong there rudely pulling, shoving and pushing against her innards. She was disgusted, nauseous. How could he violate her body? It was hers and it sickened her to have him inside.
But the greatest agony was the humiliation. She was no longer intelligent or scholarly or athletic. Thousands of years of culture had been ripped away with her hymen. She was just an animal. A filthy, shitting, pissing female animal whose whole purpose in life was to provide a comfortable deep fuck well for another filthy sweating animal.
She could feel every inch of that fat thing pushing and pulling into her in a ridiculous selfish pumping motion. It trespassed upon her body and everything she stood for. In one cruel act he had deprived her of all dignity and thrown her back among the brute animals. And it was her own brother's fat penis that was doing it to her.
Stunned at what had happened she looked about. The. six tribesmen squatted with sparkling eyes, grinning brightly. One of them reached out his hand and squeezed it between her tight quim and her brother's pumping organ, pulling them apart so he could see the actual cunt to cock fucking better. August shifted his weight to give a clearer view, though never missing a stroke. The glossy-faced Negro pressed his nose almost against her twat as he stared at her fresh opened slit.
"Hm, very good. Lots of blood. Lots of blood. That's good. Have lots of children."
"Yes, that's good," seconded another, turning to peer into Christina's face. "He very strong man your brother. He'll give you many strong warriors."
"Children," groaned Christina in desperation. This was a new worry on top of the rest. She hadn't even thought of it. August had taken absolutely no precautions to keep her from getting pregnant. And of course she had none.
"Oh, August, August, don't come in me, "she began to whisper with new intensity. "Don't come in me. I just ovulated. Pull it out before you climax."
The eighteen-year-old laughed callously, continuing his excited but deliberate fucking. Gradually he was widening the hole, getting the juices to flow. He'd been through this many times before. His self-control was excellent.
"You don't think Pd go to all this trouble to hump you and then not come do you?" he asked, showing no regard whatever for his sister's problem. "Of course Pm going to come in you."
"But what if I get pregnant?"
"A bortion," he hissed, leaning forward to whisper it maliciously in her ear.
"But. what do I tell mommy and daddy?"
"That you were out screwing around and got knocked tip, of course."
"But they'll want to know who."
"Tell 'em you've been fucking so many boys you don't know which one did it. "He laughed softly as he saw the desperation and humiliation in his sister's face.
Steadily he pumped into her, his hands resting firmly on her hips to prevent escape. The two natimves continued to keep her shoulders firmly pinned. Her now sweaty body glowed pure white and irradiant in the moonlight. She stood out in detail from her brother's darker flesh and the black skin of the tribesmen.
She was breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there being humped. Her lovely well-turned legs were shown off exquisitely in their arched and wide spread position, leading up to her full firm round bottom. Her inner thighs stretched wide apart, there were wide inches of room for her lover's cock and balls as it plummeted between the full fat lips and repeatedly disappeared into the slippery shadowy crevice. The smooth flesh of her fiat tummy rose up over her rib cage to meet those perfect huge pear-shaped cones that jutted up proudly toward the stars.
Though Christina did not know it, any man could tell that she belonged like that, on her ass being balled by some heavy prod. She may have thought it humiliating, but it was what she was built for, her purpose in life. All her interests in school and sports, in the improvement of her mind were irrelevant. She was born to be fucked. It was her virtue to be a furry fuck hole for mankind.
At last August slowed down his humping and rested. She could feel him still buried hard cock inside her hole. "What now?" she asked at last, beginning to tremble again.
"Just resting before the real screwing begins," he smiled leaning forward and changing positions slightly. His legs straightened out more, his chest pressing against the tips of her cones. His arms slipped under her body and his hands moved up to support and cradle her head. Even the position of his pecker inside her altered its angle. She sensed this was a more loving, more comfortable position.
His hips began to twist and turn again, grinding his tool into her bloody crotch. She could feel the heavy knob begin to skip and bang against her cunt walls. No longer did he pump back and forth but instead revolved his meat into her. She sensed his thick hairs tickle and scratch her young clit, his coarse flesh pulling and squeezing it.
A strange sensation began in her snatch. A thrilling tickling warm itchy feeling that was not at all unpleasant. But its newness and strangeness frightened her. And that funny feeling in her pussy was becoming rapidly more powerful and demanding. She held her breath, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly she let out a sigh and then a moan. To her surprise she realized that they were sounds of pleasure. August had created a need inside her cunt and now he was both increasing the desire and beginning to satisfy it.
"Oh, August, what are you doing?" she murmured softly. She was now more afraid of herself, of her own body than she was of him. "What are you doing to me?"
"Screwing you, sis. Humping, balling, fucking you. Making love to you. Laying you. Getting a piece of your tail, your ass." He chuckled quietly and kissed her on the cheek. "I told you, you'd like it once we got started."
"Oh yes," she moaned, "but should I? When you 're my brother? And I might get pregnant? And with?"
"Shhh, "he broke in, kissing her full on the lips. For the first time Christina parted her lips and let a man's tongue slip into her mouth. She liked it at once. Greedily she sucked upon it as it plunged and explored deep toward her throat. He held it there forever. She. breathed through her nose to keep from suffocating. But the shapely blonde didn't mind. She wanted that moist quivering aliveness in her mouth and licked back at it with her own tongue. Persistently he increased the tempo of his screwing, grinding harder and faster into her quim.
Spontaneously her arms stretched about him. She rolled her legs behind his buttocks and locked them to his thighs. Their bodies began to sway and toss gently in the grass. Her tongue now forced its way into his mouth, kissing him as fervently as he had kisssed her. She was moaning now with her first experience of lust. The pain in her crotch was fast becoming joy.
Angus t pulled back for the first time in minutes now and shoved his dork full length inside her. "Oh, oh, uhhh huuu," she gasped. She. felt her face burn red with embarrassment because of her sudden pleasure.
But her brother only laughed. He began to kiss her ear, nuzzling and licking it with his tongue. Shivers ran up and down her body. She was weak now from anticipation and excitement. She trembled in mounting expectation.
He was pistoning into her faster and harder and deeper, ending each plunge with a twist and a screw that stretched and yanked her pulsing clitoris. She was sighing noisily with undisguised pleasure.
"Oh Augie, Augie fuck me. Fuck your older sister," she began to moan softly. "I do love it. Really I do. Ohhhh. "Their bodies rocked together easily now, each reinforcing the other. There was no longer any pain in her quim,. There was only the moist prickly grass under her nakedness, the. cool African breeze caressing her shimmering bare flesh and that heavenly warm sweaty body of her brother on top of her pressing her to the ground.
And most of all there was the reality of that huge prod of his snaking in and out of her bleeding private temple, caressing and kissing parts of her body she had never seen nor felt before. There was a new sensation in her crotch and she knew instinctively she was oozing love honey, washing her cunt lips and his prick with the. thick liquid to make its entry easy. A slippery, sloppy sound seemed to gush up from between their legs with each thrust now.
"Oh oh, oh, how wonderful, Augie. Keep fucking, brother. Don't every stop," she crooned as their asses swung back and forth, up and down together. Rapidly they were increasing the speed and force of their mutual thrusts. August too was beginning to emit km guttural sounds of animal pleasure. She could feel him hardening and thickening inside her, his rhythm becoming more urgent. Never had she heard or guessed of such a thing but she knew immediately what it was.
"You're going to come, aren't you dearest?" she cooed in growing excitement. "You're going to shoot your stuff in your sister. Oh I love you, Augie. Fuck me, fuck me hard, Augie. Do a good job. Yes, yes that's it. Oh, oh, oh."
The boy was humping and jerking his ass back and forth wildly now, crashing his pelvis into her crotch in rapid noisy slaps. She groaned and twisted excitedly under him. She arched her quivering twat time after time to meet him, anxious to feel his spear buried full hilt inside her.
Then ominously his body poised. She could feel him trembling and shuddering between her legs. With a quick lunge he shoved it all the way in, thoroughly impaled her on his fat meat, and paused once more. There was an instant of pain. She held herself stiffen beneath him, her cunt plastered against his balls, breathlessly savering every tiny quiver of the unbelievably huge sausage.
"He's going to come," she whispered in a hoarse throaty voice, "he's going to come. You niggers over there," she said to her black audience, "he's going to come. He's going to. He's going to, he is. Oh, oh. Everybody in camp. Everybody anywhere. Everybody. He's going to come in me. He's going to come in me. He is. He is. Oh, oh, now he is, now, now, now!"
Her ass jerked up off the ground and arched in a vain effort to impale her twat even further onto him. The quiver in his long tool had become a trembling, then a rhythmic shuddering and now it was an earthquake about to erupt inside her. And her cunt was quaking in time to his balls, united in their primordial lust. Then it exploded. Hot jism splashed, flooded and burned her tender grotto. She leaned her head back and began to scream loudly and heedlessly into the vacant night.
"He's coming," she yelled, "he's coming. He's coming. He is. He's filling me. He's fucking me, fucking me. Ah, oh, me too, me too. Oh God, God, God. I'm coming. Oh, I ... I'm coming. Oh I'm doming. I'm coooming," she screeched mindlessly.
Her ass jerked up, down and around. Her dripping pumping twat was glued frantically to his exploding gun. Hot jism dripped out of her tight virgin cunt. Deliriously she hugged him to her with arms and legs, fingernails digging into his back. The natives moved back a few feet as their two locked bodies tumbled and rolled recklessly on the grass. Face contorted, eyes full of tears, mouth agape Christina continued to scream out her ecstasy for all to hear.
"We're coming. We're coming. He's fucking me, fucking. It's hot. It's hot, oh so hot. Oh, oh. Fuck me. Fuck me, oh, oh, oh, ahhhh." The six blacks watched with pleasure as the two youths rolled back and forth, Christina going through one orgasm after another. And even after her brother was spent her tight quim kept sucking noisily at his limp pecker, climaxing time after time. Fully half an hour after August first entered her the youths rolled to an exhausted, panting stop.
Delighted and satisfied the six tribesmen got up to leave. In the English fashion they applauded the show with their hands to express their enjoyment. Then quietly they disappeared to go back to their own sleeping mats.