Khumalo flared his penis deep inside Kim's vanquished vagina, bringing a moan of wonder to her lips. She felt as if she had been pierced to the heart by some soft-nosed battering ram. She felt as if she were nothing but pure cunt, all tubes and ovaries with no mind, no past or future but this feeling of being a receptacle for this encredible penis. She felt Khumalo draw back, emptying her belly until the ridge of his cockhead tugged at the rim of her vagina. Then he fucked smoothly back inside her. Kim moaned. It felt amazing! Khumalo repeated the action, out, in, and out. It appeared to the black man as if his cock were turning her tender pussy inside out, so much of her pink, soft pussy flesh clung to it on the outstroke. Then she groaned as it folded back inside of the instroke, reaming her thoroughly. The underside of his shaft stroked her clit pleasurably each time he fucked it into her gaping vagina.
Kim was soon lost in a sea of sensation and passion as she bucked joyfully back against Khumalo's savagely fucking frame, taking every inch of his cock, feeling it to her vitals, reveling in her paradise of raw sex, fucking and being fucked. It didn't matter who or what or what color his skin or whether she fell pregnant by him or not. Her body had turned into a fucking machine, the joy of what she was doing overwhelming all other thoughts. She heard the liquid sucking sounds of the big black cock in her cunt, gratefully accepted the deep thrust of the hard meat, pushing her vagina back over its virile length to make sure that not a bit of it remained outside of her. She snapped her hips back, up and down, twisting them in circles, stretching her tight pussy more with each motion.
Khumalo looked down at her delightful, undulating buttocks with the small, puckered, pink anus opening and closing right next to her cock-stretched cunt. Khumalo spat on his index finger and placed it at that private opening, working it inside until he could feel the bulk of his cock shuttling back and forth in the girl's love channel. He could feel the distinct bulge of the head of his cock plunging up and down. His vigorous thrusts worked her secretions up into a foam that collected around the base of his cock and on the swinging orbs of his testicles. Overcome with pleasure, she reached back between her legs and grasped his balls in her hand, cradling them in her palm while Khumalo grasped one of her large swinging tits and held on to it while he fucked so strongly in and out of her sweet, teenaged vagina. She rocked back and forth, holding his huge balls while he socked that gargantuan cock in and out of her cunt, the shaft glistening with her secretions, flowing so freely, coating his plunging ebony tool with the liquid expression of her desire. She fucked like a beautiful young animal, her doe-like eyes blinking open occasionally in wonder when he gave her pussy a particularly deep thrust. Khumalo groaned at the wondrous feel of her silken vagina contracting around his penis and threw back his head in ecstasy. He wanted to fuck this tender, white cunt forever.
Ike stared at the sight of the great black penis vanishing repeatedly into the monstrously stretched vagina of the young girl. Three cocks in twenty-four hours had fucked that lovely cunt and three cocks had been made wildly happy. Ike congratulated himself on having added this baby to his harem. She could do more for business than all the expensive lunches in the world, as long as she didn't lose that pure and innocent quality, as long as her cunt didn't get too stretched out by all the work. He thought it might be worth his while to keep the girl's husband away in Colombia or Sri Lanka or Tibet or something for a long time.
Ike heard a chorus of male and female groans, grunts, and sighs, rising in pitch and urgency. Khumalo was fucking the girl like a wild animal, slamming his huge black cock brutally into her bubbling, sucking vagina, the girl pushing her ass back against him as hard as he could. Ike thought he had never seen a sight so beautiful as this passion-inflamed young blond with the wide, misty blue eyes and open, red-lipped mouth. Suddenly she punched her hips backward with a loud shout, shuddering and coming, the juice of her passion running down the inside of her thighs. Khumalo planted his rod deep and Ike saw it begin to throb in the grasp of Kim's cunt. The black man felt the hot semen pouring out the end of his cock, filling her and bursting out the sides of her pussy around the evil black shaft. It continued to jerk and jump, spewing out gallons of warm, white cream, coating the walls of her dilectible cunt, spreading to all the dark, untouched recesses of her femaleness. Kim heard his cock squelching in the viscous mess of his sperm. Great quantities of mixed male and female fluids gushed out of her well-fucked vagina, bathing his swinging balls and her inner thighs, spattering on the satin sheets between her knees.
Kim's body melted in a series of spasmodic jerks as she sagged to the bed, Khumalo's thick rod of flesh pulling free of her vagina with a wet pop. As Khumalo's cock left her well-fucked cunt empty and tingling, Kim thought that all she ever wanted to do was stay in this big, warm bed in this private room and never move.
Chapter 4
Kim sat drinking coffee, waiting for Sue and wondering just what she was going to do about two great problems that had arisen this afternoon and definitely made her former problems with Curt seem small. She remembered clearly everything that had been said in the room while she lay inert and almost senseless on the satin sheets of shame where she had so lewdly and satisfyingly indulged herself with Bernard Khumalo. Her loins ached from the treatment she had received.
She had heard the rustling of Khumalo's clothing as he put it on, preferring to feign sleep rather than look him in the eyes. Besides, her body refused to move. She was wrapped in the afterglow of sex. After a short time, as Khumalo sat enjoying a cigarette, Kim heard the door open and someone else came in. When the visitor spoke, she knew who it was.
"How'd you like her?" Ike asked.
"Delicious," Khumalo said. "I'd like to have her again
before I leave the country."
"Sure, I'll arrange it," Ike said magnanimously. He took a drag on his cigarette. "Now, about the ivory."
"It's on my chartered yacht, lying out to sea, almost sixteen tons."
"And the cocaine?"
"We've got that as well. Are you set up for getting it ashore?"
"We've got a place arranged up the coast. We'll run it in on speedboats."
Khumalo grunted his approval. "You'll have the cash? I've got to pay the Angolans for letting us transport the ivory across their territory. Either they get paid this time or they won't give us the right of way the next time."
"There's no problem with the money. My associates are rock solid. Security is the main consideration."
Khumalo grunted again. "So do you think we should be talking with the girl present?"
"Her?" Ike chuckled. "She always passes out after a fucking. A bomb could go off. But we can go in my office, if you want." And they walked out, leaving Kim sweating and shaking with terror.
What was she going to do? She was involved with smugglers, and dope smugglers at that, the worst, most dangerous kind. And now she feared for Curt and herself. To even be on speaking terms with these people was a risk in itself, and now she had been made privy to secrets she didn't even want to know. She was sure they would kill her if they knew she had overheard them.
But the poor elephants! Khumalo was involved in butchering the animals in his own country in order to sell the ivory. And the cocaine? Where had that come from, and where was it going? Of course, that was not her concern. None of it was. But to think she, who had always been upright and law-abiding, was involved with people like this, overwhelmed her young and inexperienced mind.