The second nameless man's loins snapped lewdly forward, then viciously back again, as he pistoned wildly far into her belly. The constricting walls held his black cock tightly as he shoved the throbbing tip deep in her soft cunt, not releasing him for an instant as he pulled the ebony shaft almost completely out, then buried it hard inside her again.
He screwed her like a madman, moaning and yelling loudly in Djambulu as he held her firm white buttocks pulled tightly back against his driving loins, her knees still off the rock helplessly impaled like a butterfly on a pin. She could feel him pounding away deep inside her ravaged body, his long hard prick buried in the depths of her belly. She could tell he must have been well-built, for his painful lunges seemed to be deeper inside than she could imagine was physically possible.
Slowly, rhythmically, the agonizing deep thrusts began to take effect to rekindle the smoldering coals of passion that lingered deep inside her young body from her two previous climaxes with her young husband like a slumbering beast waiting for its chance to wrest control of her thrashing body.
The excited newness apparently worn off, the bucking black slowed his frenzied pace to a steadied excruciating rhythm long; wet slithering plunges deep between the soft moist walls of her tight vibrant pussy. With every fiber of strength remaining in her plundered body, Penny fought vainly the steadily growing flames of undiluted ecstasy that burned hungrily inside her.
No…no, I can't give in! she panicked. Not like this…not in front of Doug!
But it was hopeless, and she knew it. Slowly, uncontrollably, her firm rounded buttocks began to grind rhythmically in time with his deep, wet thrusts. Slowly at first, then faster as her whole body began to respond to his hardened cock buried deep in her belly.
The sight of the naked white girl responding to his savage thrusts was as exciting to the second African as it was sickening to her helplessly bound husband. Again, he plowed into her with the fury of a wild animal, bucking viciously as he shoved every inch of his long, black cock far up inside her tender, warm tunnel, his sweaty loins smacking lewdly through the air as they slapped against her upturned ass, his strong hands gripping her hips like two handles as he buried himself in her again and again. Harder and harder with every delicious lunge…harder and harder…
"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh… I'm cumming.! I'm cumming!" he shouted in Djambulu, his eyes tightly clenched, his head thrown back like a frenzied stallion. AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!!!"
His black balls exploded in her hungry passage, spurting their fiery hot load far up into her ravaged belly…the stored fruits of a thousand hungry desires…of a thousand nights of wanting, and not having…
"No, no.. not yet.. not yet!" screamed Penny, suddenly forgetting her husband's presence. She was just a few precious, agonizing thrusts of his long cock away from satisfaction. "Please don't stop I'm almost there…I'm almost there…"
His rubbery penis slipped uselessly from her eager, grasping hole and he let her fall on the rock, crushing her soft, full breasts beneath her trembling, quaking body.
"I was so close…so close," she moaned, her voice trailing off in a broken whisper.
"All right, pig! You've had the appetizer, now it is time for the main course!" Two incredibly strong arms reached down and grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her into the air like a limp rag doll. She heard the second man howling with laughter, sprawled now on his back on the rock.
"What are you doing?" she protested, wondering what the huge standing black man had in mind for her. "Tell me, please…please, what's going on?"
Da Silva squeezed her tight against his naked chest, smashing her soft tender breasts against the muscular hardness of his flesh. "Wrap your legs around my waist!" he ordered. Wow!"
Penny knew better than to resist, so she meekly followed his instructions, her long legs locked at the ankles around his muscular waist. Her damp crotch now rubbed freely against his rock-hard belly, and she could feel those familiar tingles of excitement coursing through her body again. But still she didn't know what he was doing only that her soft yielding body was tightly crushed against his steel hardness.
"Hold on tight, sow-bitch!" he yelled as his hands slipped under her buttocks.
She grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling to the ledge below, as he maneuvered his frightening penis into place like a miniature cannon being trained on a passing enemy.
"Oh, God!" she screamed suddenly. "Y-You're killing me!"
In response, the huge African sergeant rammed her down onto his enormous cock, skewering her like a piece of soft, wet liver as he slid her down his tremendous, lust-hardened pole. He held her securely with his strong black hands, and jogged her up and down on his thick shaft, ramming his huge cock all the way to the hilt in her belly as he slammed her crotch against his loins with every downward drive. She tried desperately to escape, pushing with all her frail strength against his broad shoulders, struggling to find something to kick against anything to get away from the excruciating pain.
Da Silva's cock felt as big as a fencepost as it rammed into her bruised passage, filling every inch of her tender fleshy tunnel as he shoved her down onto the huge shaft as far as she could go, painfully stretching the taut, vaginal walls as the big fleshy spear bored its way deeper and deeper into her soft, quivering belly.
"Please…please stop…you're splitting me open! Please…please!" she begged, but it was no use. He threw his brawny arms around her and pulled her hard against his bare chest, his thick lips nipping eagerly at her neck.
He let her fall back from his body, and lowered his lips to her luscious, firm breasts, and locked his mouth on the delicious softness of her twin, taut mounds. His tongue rolled her tender, pink nipples between his teeth, and he could feel the tiny bud harden and begin to throb as he chewed hungrily on her firm breast, pumping her naked writhing body up and down on his hard, impaling shaft again and again.
Doug watched in horror as the Sargento skewered her over and over on his tremendous prick, lubricated by his own bride's sweet juices as they trickled obscenely down the African's enormous black penis.
And then, the agonizing shivers of ecstasy began to, return to Penny's helplessly impaled body, even stronger this time, as her eager, young pussy stretched to accommodate the huge black stallion of a man. It felt as if his cock somehow magically swelled inside her, and filled every crevice, every hollow of her body like no man had ever done before. She held on tightly to his powerful shoulders, and ground her crotch wetly against his brawny loins, slamming her bruised buttocks against him as she slithered easily down his fully impaling pole.
"Oh…Oh!…OH! OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOHHHHH!!!" she groaned out suddenly and then with an explosion of colors flashing before her eyes, she emptied her orgiastic juices onto his thick, shaft, and they flowed in a dozen rivulets down the glistening length of his cock, and down into the crevice of his ass, trickling down his sinewy legs.
Da Silva's own climax was just seconds behind hers, and his huge cock spurted like a raging water cannon into the warm, wet confines of her belly, his semen mingling with that of the other black, and oozing slowly down the sides of his gleaming penis. "Obrigado!" he stammered happily in Portuguese. "Thanks for a nice ride, pig…the King will be pleased with you!"
He dressed hurriedly and ordered Doug and Penny to do the same. The. third man more likely a tall boy raised his voice to object, but Da Silva silenced him with a wave of his hand. "You can have the next one," he promised, "we have to hurry now if we are to get back to camp before daylight."
CHAPTER FIVE
Like most Senegalese tribal villages, the Djambulu encampment consisted of two rows of windowless rectangular huts with a big clearing in the middle. But some features were strictly part of the Djambulu tradition. For one thing, the village was laid out on an east-west axis, which divided it like Chicago into a north and a south side…The huts themselves were unusually large and ornate, with walls of palm stems and leaves woven together in time-honored geometric designs and gabled roofs thatched with palm fronds. Each hut had two doorways with very high thresholds, one in front and one at the side, with a cylindrical silo in the back for storing grain.