Still, Kim lay passive, still, fascinated. To flee the scene now would mean the end of Curt's job, the destruction of today's new-found hope and happiness, the waste of her own efforts of the last twenty-four hours. But then she knew, when Khumalo sat on the bed and stretched out his hand to palpate her trembling belly, that she couldn't move, that she was immobilized by his feral, masculine aura, terrified at the sight of the bull-like penis lifted above her, within her reach, the burgeoning crown glistening with the liquid that oozed from the eye in the end.
Kim found it hard to control her breathing. She raised herself on her elbows, her tits lolling and jiggling on her chest, as Khumalo ran his hand up the inside of her legs to the wet slit of her vagina, finding her clitoris with the tip of his middle finger, and then sliding it inside the tight, soaking love channel until his palm covered her pubis. With trembling hands, Kim stretched out her hand and closed her soft fingers around the awesome black cock. With wonder she realised that her fingers could not close around its girth and that if she grasped it with both hands a good length of it would still protrude from the top. She began jacking the huge shaft up and down, feeling the soft, loose outer skin slide smoothly over the hard, muscular core. She watched the foreskin moving thickly over the coronal ridge while each stroke increased the flow of clear lubricant. Khumalo went on fucking his finger into her tight cunt until it loosened sufficiently and then he forced a second broad-knuckled finger in beside the first. His ministrations made a lewd slurping noise in the silence of the room.
Kim fell back, still holding his huge cock, and closed her eyes, pushing her hips against his hand and moaning with each cunt-stretching stab of his fingers. Each caress brought the pussy closer to the burning point of no return while the juices flowed out and soaked her vulval pelt and the cleft of her ass. Of their own volition her legs jerked little by little apart until her bent knees lay flat on the bed on either side of her.
Khumalo groaned and rolled the girl over onto her face, then straddled her straightened legs. He massaged her plump cheeks, spanked them lightly, ran his fingers into the cleft, parted the firm round globes with his thumbs.
"Beautiful bottom," he said softly. "A bit like our African girls have. Round and saucy. Sweet, tiny asshole. Have you ever had a finger this thick in your asshole.?"
Kim didn't reply as she felt his fingertip, slick with her own secretions, stretching her back passage. She blushed in shame, then felt him pull it free and take her hips in his hands, hauling backward until she came naturally up on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging beneath her, her buttocks parting naturally before his eyes so that he could see all her private openings. She felt him push her ass cheeks apart and kiss her square on the anus, laving it like an affectionate dog. His lips found her perineum and his tongue swabbed her vagina beneath, tasting the sweet feminine liquid of her passion. Kim yelped and squealed at the sensations he generated in her unwilling body. Her womb cried out for the heat to be increased while her vagina burned for the filling mass of a penis, any penis that could finish what had been started in her.
Khumalo, his cock throbbing with desire, pressed up against her uplifted bottom while his hand encircled his great blackЌ shaft and directed it toward the opening of the young bride's defenseless cunt.
Curt Stevens felt Harriett's sweating thighs sliding up along his sides as he plunged his prick wildly into the heaving belly of the young woman beneath him. He felt a great surge of masculine power knowing that he could do this to a woman, that he could advance in his chosen field, could defeat any obstacle on the strength of his abilities. He felt his balls swelling, aching to spew that power into the woman who was thrashing so savagely beneath him.
The face of his lovely wife flashed repeatedly before him, and he felt a stab of guilt that it was not she who was receiving the rewards of his newfound success, with the resultant virile erection with which he was fucking this pretty, sexy girl in his arms. He wondered if he could ever look Kim in the face again after this breach of trust. Here he was, joyfully fucking the cunt of this woman who, though very attractive, could not hope to compete with Kim in beauty, intelligence, or personality, the bride of his heart who had stuck by him uncomplaining through the last disappointing, difficult months, the sweet, loving, innocent young girl who had saved herself all her life for him, who would be by his side until death parted them, who would be faithful to him for longer than that. And as the explosions began in his loins and he felt his cum spraying into Harriett's receptive pussy, he felt the guilt of this act shaking him. He knew Kim could never do anything like this.
Harriett cradled his limp form in the warmth of her body while he labored to normalize his breathing.
"My wife," he panted, "would be brokenhearted if she knew I'd done this."
Harriett smiled and kissed his neck. "She might be a lot more understanding than you think."
Ike Harvey leaned back in his chair and watched the scene being played out in the room beyond the glass. The darling blond girl knelt obediently before her great ebony master, like a palomino mare waiting to be mounted and bred by a rampant black stallion. She watched him over her shoulder, fearful, expectant, like a filly ready to bolt, the curvy moons of her buttocks parted and uplifted for the stud horse. Ike saw Khumalo nudge her knees a bit wider and then part her hairy labia with a thumb and forefinger of one hand. The other hand he used to guide his massive cock-knob into the delicate opening of her pussy, running the broad bulbous tip up and down the slit, pushing the inner folds and soft hair aside until he could seat it over the hot, hungry, red-rimmed hole. Kim's eyes grew wide as he leaned forward and put pressure on the tightlipped orifice.
Ike chewed his cigar while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hefty cock. The sight of the girl being fucked by the mammoth black penis was too much to just sit and watch. Ike began stroking his cock up and down, his eyes glued to the spot where Khumalo was seeking to penetrate. He saw her tipping her hips upward and pushing tentatively backward, saw her vulval area fold inward as the opening resisted, then suddenly spread as it yielded and the cockhead, as large as a small apple, disappeared inside. Her tender vagina enclosed the dark, purplish glans and she voiced her wonder.
"Oooooh, Bernard! I can't take it! It's too big! It can't fit. Ooooh, Bernard!" Then she gave a grunt as Khumalo buried the first two inches in her cunt.
"African women love this spear. What they can take, you too will learn to enjoy." Khumalo bore down and three more inches sank into Kim's resisting cunt. Kim groaned, moving her hips in tiny circles, trying to work her pussy back over his cock. Even her outer lips were stretched thin by the invading girth sinking between her wide-split ass cheeks. Her defenseless little asshole winked up at the grinning African, and he flicked at it with his middle finger. Ike saw him begin gently working the thick penis into the young bride's sweet, delicate cunthole, moving in a bit and then out a bit until her natural oils were coating the shaft and easing the entry.
Finally, miraculously and after much effort, the sleek back rod had vanished into the girl's belly, his great balls swinging in their sac beneath her furry split. The girl's vagina was hideously stretched, her pretty face contorted with passion as she knelt, a white sacrifice on the altar of her husband's ambition. Ike gloated on the lewd sight, glad that he had the hidden video camera on to record the entire event which he would someday show to Curt Stevens. Then his revenge would be complete.