Da Silva shouted an unintelligible command in Guinea Creole then, and the two guards grabbed Doug bodily by the arms and forced him back to a nearby palm tree. Before he'd scarcely had time to utter a meager cry of protest, they were forcing his arms behind his back and cinching them at the wrists with his own leather belt. Then, even as the two burly rebels bound him, he could see their leader, Da Silva, unfastening the buckle of his canteen belt.
Oblivious to the presence of the two remaining soldiers and Penny's feebly protesting young husband, the muscular black sergeant dropped his soiled fatigues into a crumpled heap at his feet and stepped quickly out of them. He'd never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful as the cowering young white girl before him and she was all his!
Penny jerked her hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as his enormous black cock sprang into the open. It hung from his bushy loins like a heavy club, dangling between his huge balls then swelled fully erect, jerking upwards as if it were alive, until it stood out stiff and hard from his body.
Penny could only think of the African savage that he truly was how this black man, standing before her naked, seemed to bridge the gap between the softness, of civilization and the raw, unbridled savagery of the jungle.
His glistening black cock swelled even larger, until the huge bulbous head was twice its normal size. The terrified and speechless young American girl wondered if her fingers would even reach around the tremendous shaft.
The huge African held his huge throbbing cock tightly with both hands--like a tribal lance thrust out before him, a tiny white drop of semen oozing from the gaping tip, gleaming like a round white pearl in the moonlight.
He stood over the young American wife, his cock still clutched tightly in his two massive fists, then dropped to his knees over her one knee on either side of her trembling white body as he forced her back down on the rock with him. She looked like a helpless insect swallowed up under his awesome body. He kneeled motionless over her, his huge cock hanging beneath him, sagging under its awesome weight.
Penny looked at him, puzzled. Then, despite her initial horror, a gleam of understanding sparkled in her sea-blue eyes. She smiled an unmistakable reply to the African sergeant's unspoken request. What choice did she really have but to go along with their lewd demands? she reasoned. If she didn't, they might hurt Doug!…and really, was it her fault the black man's wicked penis so closely resembled Ojike's? She reached for his cock, her slender fingers not quite meeting around the fleshy ebony shaft.
"Suck it, pig!" the sergeant commanded lewdly.
She rose to her knees, still tightly clutching his enormous prick in her trembling hands, and pulled his loins toward her. What else could she do? And besides, hadn't she done it once or twice before with Doug and found it terribly exciting in a masochistic sort of way? And it did look so deliciously obscene the way it bobbed and pulsed before her fear-and-lust glazed eyes.
"Oh, God, Penny!" Doug stammered, straining against the tethering bond of his own belt. "Don't do it!…Don't do it!"
Penny opened her wet lips as far as they would stretch, and slipped the bulky black shaft into the warm shelter of her mouth, hollowing her pale cheeks to get the long, fleshy member in but still only half its tremendous length would fit between her hungry lips, stretched tautly around the glistening shaft as it slithered inside, grinding against the back of her throat. It gagged her at first, but she gulped down a choking cough and relaxed her throat muscles as best she could.
Da Silva looked down at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding at his feet, as the naked deliciously ripe young girl struggled to get his huge African cock into her eager, hungry lips. He watched in amazement as her shimmering nut-brown hair trailed down over her naked white shoulders, tossing loosely from side to side as her head rocked forward and back, each time his long ebony stick disappeared wetly between her ovalled lips. He couldn't believe it as nearly every inch of its shiny length slithered into her pretty freckled face. No other girl had come so close to taking all of him this way before-but this trembling young white girl was somehow finding a way.
Penny fought back the urge to swallow, letting the thick fleshy shaft slide easily down her tender throat passage as she relaxed the muscles. She knew it would choke her if she tensed but still she rocked forward again, as his muscular, black hips rocked in perfect rhythm with her, the huge cock deep in her throat.
Doug, in horrified silence now, strained forward in his bonds seeing but not believing as the thick, wet shaft slipped between his wife's glistening lips again and again. He felt like he was going to vomit at the nauseating sight.
Penny could feel the African's penis grow even harder as he rubbed it against her lips, the pungent sweaty smell of his kinky-haired loins burning her nostrils.
"You like that, pig?" Da Silva sneered, baring his teeth like an animal. "Do you know good meat when you taste it?"
Penny felt her face turn crimson as the three Africans laughed at her humiliating debasement. Never in her life had she felt so helpless, completely at the mercy of the three savage men. She knew that what ever they wished her to do, she was powerless to resist. Suddenly she knew how it felt to be completely and hopelessly lost…and horribly excited.
"Suck it, you bitch! Suck it good! I want you to know what a good African cock tastes like!" He shoved his loins against her face again, his half hardened prick already filling her mouth as it quivered and throbbed, growing still harder by the second.
His grip on her head tightened painfully, and she knew the only way out was to submit to his degrading orders. And, like a defeated enemy's woman, she was unquestionably his slave-to do with as be pleased. She began to slowly move her head back and forth, trying vainly not to touch the wet penis with her tongue. As it moved in and out, it grew even harder and thicker still, stretching her taut lips like rubber bands around its enormous circumference.
And suddenly, Da Silva was mouthing another harsh command in Guinea Creole.
Immediately, the burlier of the two remaining Africans stripped out of his own clothing and approached the feverishly sucking white girl. Unlike Da Silva, who had raped already a score of Portuguese women on his countless raids on isolated farmhouses, he had never had a European woman before, and he was very much excited at the prospect. Quickly now, for in his excited state he could wait no longer, he fell upon her.
The helplessly trapped Penny's whole body tensed as the second African's long black prick found the narrow slit of her vagina, and poked between the soft fleshy lips toward the shelter of her warm pussy, as though it had a mind of its own.
Then she felt Da Silva's strong arms lift her off the rock, leaving her suspended for a moment between the two men, as the second man prepared to enter her young body. The tears burned her eyes as she gasped desperately for breath, the leader's enormous cock swelled now to full size in the narrow confines of her mouth.
A choking scream lodged in her blocked throat as the other man's cock found its way between the pink flanges of her pussy, as, with a savage thrust, he buried his long gleaming black prick in her soft, moist passage, shoving it fully to the hilt in the depths of her defenseless belly. She would never be able to live down the shame of this moment as the two black savages satisfied their jungle lust at both ends of her quivering young body before her beloved Doug's startled eyes. She squirmed desperately to escape the frantic, deep plunges boring painfully into her unlubricated passage, painfully pushing aside the soft, pink walls in deep, grinding thrusts that seemed to go all the way through her body.