CHAPTER SEVEN
What Penny saw made her recoil in sheer astonishment. The black King's cock was as thick as her wrist and long and throbbing, rising up in coal-black hardness like a jerking tower between the parted folds of his yellow robe. The testicles sagging below were as huge and hairy as young coconuts, and spilled down on the seat of the throne from their own weight.
The aroused young American girl gasped and held her breath, not knowing what to do…almost terrified by the sight she saw. Of all the strange things that had happened to her since she and her husband had come to Africa, this…this was indeed the most breathtaking of all, and she knew now how this ugly African pig could rule over so many men and women. She was afraid to guess how long it was maybe just a hair shorter than the houseboy, Ojike's strange thin weapon, but thicker…like an ancient war club!
Despite the self-consciousness she felt from sitting there next to him staring at his lust-thickened staff of sweating black flesh, she was oddly incapable of turning away. It was everything that a woman dreams of. The supreme maleness. A huge throbbing instrument of delicious torture filled with fiery African blood. A swelling, pulsating creature with its own needs…angry and capable of fulfilling a girl's most fanciful dreams!
All of Penny's senses were heightened and she was humiliated when she suddenly realized that she was licking her lips, as greedily as she had been a few moments before when she was wracked with indecision. It was a visual delicacy.. an eye filling feast of flesh…and he had asked her if she were ready to put it in her body! How? where!
"Now, are you ready, pig?" the King teased lewdly, holding his cock proudly outward at an outrageous angle from his immense body. "Doesn't it make your mouth water?" He edged back further on the throne and reached down with his other hand to draw back the loose flap of uncircumcised foreskin until the purplish-black knob of it stood sleek and naked in the light of the several torches.
"Yesss!" Penny hissed in passionate reply. "What do you want me to do?"
Unceremoniously, the slug-like King reached forward with both hands and wound them in her silky brown hair, pulling her head down in a position that was too uncomfortable to stand unless she moved to an all-fours position between his bloated black thighs with her feet dangling over the edge of the platform, which she did immediately.
Her pretty sun-kissed face was directly over his kinky-haired loins now, and she followed his urgings to take his thick black penis in her hand. It was horrible, and delicious, and thrilling, all at once, to be holding him like this. Deliberately even, after he removed his own beefy paw. Quickly now, she began to gently skin the huge dusky cock back and forth, causing it to stiffen and grow still harder, bringing a deep sigh of contentment from the African's throat. Her face was but a single precious inch away from the glistening sap-smeared crown, and she opened her mouth automatically to breathe softly against it, exciting him still further. Slowly, voluptuously, her breath flowed over the gaping coralline slit that was even then drooling its pungent nectar down the pipelike black shaft of the King's penis.
The King could stand no more.
"Suck it, American pig!" he snarled sadistically. "And it had better be good, or I will have your breasts cut off and fed to the hyenas!"
In that strange unfathomable way with which she was rapidly becoming familiar, his debasing choice of words excited her. She wondered if she weren't some sort of masochist. She wondered what her dear sweet Christian mother back in Butte, Montana would say if she could see her precious daughter willingly kneeling at the feet of a black pagan King about to take his stallion's cock into her pretty little mouth and suck the sperm from his inky body.
"SUCK IT!"
Her tongue darted out automatically, the tip coming into slippery contact with the pearl of viscid nectar that had pooled at its tip. She circled her velvety lingual member around the smoothly bloated mushroom as he groaned arid twisted above her from the tenderness of her touch. The tip of that same fleshy appendage found the oozing coralline gap of his gland and dipped into it like a hummingbird drawing sap from a honeysuckle. She savored the sharp pungent taste of his seminal fluid, the odor causing her to salivate and realize that she, Penny Glasser, was actually licking the end of a fat African's hard throbbing cock! Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erected penis and she cupped his smooth, heavy testicles with one of them, grazing her dainty tapered nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the crinkly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her fingers unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and pulled up and then down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large gleaming head stood alone and naked against the softness of her trembling pink lips. She began to plant feverish wet kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the bottom and then wetly back up to the tip again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to put it in her mouth.
But the King could wait no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his loins up with the strength of a rutting bull. Penny resisted for a moment, doubt colliding with desire in her mind, but it was too late. He was pushing against her, forcing the head of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled the first stages of fear in her, feeling unexpected revulsion, and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She could only clench her lips and teeth firmly together, and try to keep it away, yet he would not be denied. He was the King. and increased the pressure; it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against her resisting lips, feeling them parting, bit by tiny bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge, she gasped and opened her mouth, accepting the first lustfully throbbing inches. The broad, thick black cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with – its thick fleshy hardness.
Penny heard his breathing become labored as he began a slow, lascivious rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her sweet face. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as more saliva seemed to fill her mouth everywhere except where she was filled by Jabavu's great flexing penis, now protruding banana-like from her thinly stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovaled and seemed ready to split open at any instant.
Just then, out of nowhere, she heard Danielle's lyrical voice. She was saying to the King, "Shall I begin now, my husband?" Penny had forgotten that Danielle was still in the room.
"Yes, start, start!" the King barked.
"MMMfff.. mmmfff," Penny struggled to ask, attempting to form a question around the cock in her mouth. God, what else? she wondered hysterically, trying to imagine what the pretty Mgoro girl was about to do with the King's consent.
Use the big one," Jabavu instructed, still pumping forward. "This American pig wants it, don't you…? You…want…the special…treatment…yes?" He punctuated each word with a separate ramming motion into the now terrified fledgling's face.
"NoooMMMfff!" Penny protested feebly, not even knowing why or what she was afraid of.
The King's yellow teeth flashed in the torchlight as he watched Danielle hurry to a cabinet on the far side of the room and open one of the doors, kneeling after she had done so to search about inside. Finally she spotted the right object and withdrew it, fondling it lovingly as she rose and crossed the distance back to the couch. Dropping down behind the youthful American girl, Danielle moved up to her jiggling buttocks and raised the instrument she held high so the King could see it. His roughly clutching hands were still behind Penny's head as he writhed and nodded vigorously towards the awaiting woman to approve what she had brought. Then, his face clouding with sudden impatience, he lifted one hand and shook it to order his assistant to proceed at once.