Curt Stevens had to admit that he was distinctly confused at what Ike Harvey had just told him. When he received the summons to come to the old man's office, he was sure that the boss had finally learned the identity of the young man who had insulted him in the elevator some time before and that now it was time to receive his notice of dismissal and clear out his desk. But Ike Harvey had been unaccountably amiable and had told Curt that he was interested in his qualifications and asked him if he would care to take an advancement exam for a possible "change" he had not said "promotion," but "change" of position, and perhaps go on a business trip to Colombia the following week.
Curt stood up and reached across to shake Ike's big, tough hand. "I don't think you'll regret giving me this chance, Mr. Harvey. I graduated with honors from my university and I'm an expert in import and export practices."
"Well that's what these exams are for," Ike said. "To make sure you're up on all that. We can't afford any screw-ups."
"I understand, sir," Curt said positively. "I'll show you what I can do."
Ike walked him to the door. "We'll fix the test for you for sometime in the next few days, and, with a good result, you'll be off for Colombia for a couple of weeks."
They shook hands again at the door and Curt turned and walked out past Harriett, Ike Harvey's pretty young red-haired secretary. Wait 'til Kim hears about this, Curt thought. He felt his spirits rising for the first time in months.
As Curt was walking away, Ike closed his office door and walked to his desk, sitting in the large chair where he spent most of his time, making the legitimate decisions and plotting the illegitimate deals that were the icing on his financial cake.
Reaching just under the lip of his desk, he turned a small knob
until the sounds from the speaker in the wall became audible to him. He could make out the voices of the two people, the wheezing groans and grunts of the obese Henry Manson, Ike's partner in the company. He could picture the bullet-headed, shiny-pated, red nosed, sixty-year-old roue thrashing in ecstasy. Hank would be owing him a big one after this.
But he didn't have to use his imagination. Ike pushed a button under his desk and the curtain on the wall before him automatically drew back and, through the two-way mirror he could see into the room beyond. The opposite wall of the room was also partially covered with another two-way mirror beyond which Hank himself could observe the same room from his own office.
The room itself was comfortably furnished with two stuffed chairs and a love seat, flocked wallpaper and thick warm carpeting. A king-sized canopy bed with satin sheets dominated the center of the room where Henry Manson was taking his pleasure. The bowling ball of his head was bobbing up and down as he was poised propped up on his straight arms and knees, his huge belly hanging beneath him, his fat gelatinous buttocks quivering as they rose and fell. His white, thick penis was plainly visible as it thrust back and forth inside the tender vagina of the beautiful blond girl beneath him. The labia were spread wide apart and doubled over on either side of the penetrating cock and the testicles, as large as golf balls, swung in their loose sac, colliding repeatedly with the sensitive anal area between the girl's wide-spread buttocks, widely separated as her thighs were opened to their utmost to accommodate Manson's wide hips and jiggling ass cheeks.
Kim Stevens' face was turned toward Ike, her creamy cheeks flushed with passion, her eyes half-closed and seeing nothing. Her mouth opened and closed as she gasped for breath and her labored breathing pushed her breasts up against Manson's flabby chest so that they bulged out at the sides. She mewled and sighed with each stroke of Manson's fat cock as she jacked her knees back high and wide, her heels digging into his heaving backside. Ike could hear the slap of his balls in the cleft of her bottom and of his fat belly against hers, and the slurping sounds of his cock in her cunt.
Ike could see they were both close to finishing. Kim's voice was rising in pitch and Hank's grunts were deepening in urgency. Ike knew how Manson felt fucking that girl's sweet, silky little pussy. It was heaven.
Kim began squirming up wildly against the fat man fucking so avidly into her cunt, her fingertips digging into his shoulders, as her whole body began shaking, and as her tight pussy clamped down on the fucking cock, Manson began thrusting frantically, groaning and coming, filling her with his seed.
Manson collapsed over the girl's vibrating body. Ike could see a bit of creamy, white sperm leaking out of Kim's pussy where the penis lay softening and shrinking, while the fat man lay groaning over the young girl's panting body.
Ike moved the curtain back in front of the mirror and spoke into his intercom. "Harriett, darling, would come in here, please?"
The pretty redhead came through the door almost immediately.
"I'd like you to have Kim come in to see me when she's ready. Can you do that for me?"
Harriett smiled. "She's not through for today?"
Ike said, "Not yet, sweetheart. Khumalo is coming in today and I'd like him to be well entertained after lunch. Make us a reservation for three at Dino's, please. And make doubly sure that Curt Stevens isn't anywhere near either the restaurant or this office. You know what I mean?"
"Exactly. Do you have any suggestions."
"Yes, here it is. Tell him I asked you to prepare him for the exam he's going to take this week. Then see if you can help him with his impotence. Got it?"
"That won't be an unpleasant job. He's the best looking guy I've seen in a long time."
"Then you know what to do."
"Roger." Harriet saluted, turned and left.
At one thirty the maitre d' at Dino's seated Kim and Ike at Ike's private table in the corner. Kim moved languidly, calmly, her body still giving off the heat of contentment from the lovemaking she had just experienced. Her eyes were not open as wide as usual, but there was a gentle, satisfied smile on her pretty babydoll lips. They ordered drinks, and Kim sat quietly sipping hers while Ike spoke.
"You did good today, Kim, and I appreciate it." From the pocket inside his suit jacket he took a business envelope, passed it under the table, and laid it in her lap. "You shouldn't go unrewarded."
Kim's hand moved hesitantly, then slowly covered the envelope, feeling that it was much thicker than the one she had received the day before. But she didn't put it into her purse.
"And," Ike went on, "you'll be pleased to know that Curt was in my office today and I'm going to let him take the first grade exam. And, if he does well, I'm going to send him abroad on a deal in just a week or so."
If Ike had thought she was beautiful before, he was then treated to a dazzling display of beauty when her face, heretofore passive and nearly expressionless, broke into the loveliest smile he had ever seen. Her pearly white teeth flashed and her eyes sparkled with little tears of joy.
"Oh, Mr. Harvey," she bubbled. "I don't know how to thank you. It means so much to him. To us. I really won't forget it."
"Well," Ike said magnanimously, "it's a step in the right direction. But don't ever forget that it's all contingent on how he, and you, perform."
Kim giggled with joy. "I won't forget."
"And you can call me Ike."
Kim nodded, still smiling broadly. So her efforts, whatever they had turned out to be, had not been in vain. She had had to engage in adulterous intercourse now twice admittedly enjoying it and might have to do it again once or twice, but Curt would have his chance, and once they saw what a valuable business asset he was, there would be no question about promoting him, and Kim would be released from this awful situation she had had to put herself into. Life wasn't really so bad after all.
They ordered hors d'oevres and munched while they waited for their guest. Kim ate guiltily, begrudging herself the calories she was certain would go straight to her backside. But she felt elated, released from the misery she had endured during the last month, and justified for the indiscretion that had made last night a sleepless one.
They had been waiting for about twenty minutes when their guest arrived. The maitre d' seated him on Kim's right, after the introductions that informed Kim that he was the Minister of Commerce of Zimbabwe, a man named Bernard Khumalo. He was quite tall, over six feet, broad of shoulder and stout in the hips and Kim it shamed her that she noticed saw that he carried a heavy bit of equipment in his pants. She noted an enormous bulge in the front of his over-tight trousers.
Khumalo took her hand graciously. "So it was entirely worth the ten thousand mile trip to come here and meet such a lovely lady."
"She's working in my public relations department," Ike announced. "And she's quite competent." Ike laughed inwardly, because he had almost said "sexual relations department."
"Mr. Khumalo is of royal Zulu blood, Kim," Ike told her. "His forefathers once ruled great parts of Africa."
"We plundered great parts of Africa as well," Khumalo confessed in his deep, rich voice. "We acquired all the cattle of the neighboring tribes and took their women. The Zulus had all the most beautiful women in Africa. But," he added, giving Kim's thigh a squeeze under the table with his big powerful hand, "there was never an African woman as lovely as Kim."
"You can't mean that, Mr Khumalo," Kim giggled as the alcohol she had imbibed invaded her brain.
"Call me Bernard," he said, stroking her thigh, high up near her crotch. "No, my dear, no African woman has such beautiful ivory colored skin or such fine features."
Ike cleared his throat. "Speaking of ivory."
Khumalo smiled and sang in a low voice, "Sixteen tons, that's what you'll get."
Ike smiled broadly and downed his drink.
Curt was somewhat puzzled with the situation. Harriett had called him and told him that Ike was excusing him for the rest of the day so that she could tutor him in the "ins and outs" of the real world with respect to import/export. The young executive could only wonder how a secretary could teach him what he had attended college for four years to learn. But he went along with her in the taxi she had waiting down in the street, and followed her into the apartment she took him to.
"This is Mr. Harvey's town house," she said, walking in ahead of him and shedding her fur coat. "He lives out of town, but sometimes he has to stay in town, or needs a place for a client or something, so he has this apartment."
Curt walked around in wonder at the expensive modern furnishings, the expensive-looking art, the breathtaking view from the giant plate-glass windows that overlooked the city. He could see all the way to the mountains.
He turned. Harriett had a drink for him in her hand. "I hope you like vodka, It's the only thing Ike drinks."
Curt had the feeling she had been here quite a few times, not always as a secretary. She looked much too desirable to be merely an efficient office worker to Ike Harvey. The cleft of her lush breasts was right under his nose and he could smell the expensive perfume she had splashed in the dark recess just before she had brought him here. Her eyes glistened with the light of desire and she reached out her hand and touched him on the waist. The tender touch and the forbidden situation immediately raised the hair on the back of his neck. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a stirring in his loins that he had not felt in what seemed an eternity. He actually felt his cock beginning to swell.
He decided it must be his apparent good fortune, making him feel more like a man, giving him a feeling of power, giving him the power to be a man, and the nearness of this lovely woman who must have the admiration of many rich and powerful men, including Ike Harvey who held Curt's and Kim's future in his hands.
Harriett put her other hand on his waist and began to massage the firm flesh there.
Curt began to stammer. "What about the exam. You were going to help get me ready for it."
Harriett pressed up against him, her fragrant breath against his cheek. "There's no rush. Ike wants to send you, he just wants you to look like you deserve it so his partner Henry Manson won't think he's playing favorites. You've had enough education to get through it all right. I'm just supposed to give you some pointers." She rubbed her full tits back and forth across his chest a few times. "But like I said, there's plenty of time for that."
Harriett's lips brushed his cheek and then fastened on his neck below the ear, and suddenly Curt felt his cock stiffen into glorious erection. He almost shouted for joy. So he was still a man after all! His arms tightened around the warm body of the young woman and she moaned against his neck. Her hands pushed inside his pants in back and she palmed his buttocks while she pushed her pubic mound against one of his thighs and began making lewd humping motions with her pelvis.
"You're going to go far, Curt baby," she crooned. "Just play your cards right and you can have it all." Her hands began fumbling with his belt. He heard the rasp of the descending zipper and felt her hand snaking inside to grasp his cock, and he groaned at the feel of her knowing touch, her fingertips running lightly over the velvety underside of the now rampant shaft, up to the tingling crown. Not nearly as impressive as Ike's huge, well worn cock, but every bit as hard, Harriett remarked to herself. No impotence problem here. His little lady just doesn't know which buttons to push.
The redhead knelt in front of him, taking his trousers and undershorts down to his knees in one smooth motion. Grasping the pulsing cock, she looked up into his eyes and lowered her mouth until her lips closed over the purple head, hearing Curt's sharp intake of breath as his penis slid all the way to the back of her throat, and his heavy scrotum nuzzled her chin.
After lunch and more cocktails than Kim cared to count, she, Ike, and Khumalo left the restaurant in a taxi and returned to the office building that housed Manson amp; Harvey International. Kim got back to the office feeling relaxed and content. She just couldn't wait to get home and hear Curt tell her about what was happening with his business. Of course, she wasn't supposed to know, so it would be hell for her not to be able to mention it until he did if it wasn't the first thing he told her about when he came home.
When they got to the front office where Harriett usually worked as a receptionist but was strangely absent Ike stopped at the door to the room where Kim had "entertained" Henry Manson. It was directly in front of Harriett's desk and Kim felt oddly uncomfortable to be stopped here in this empty office between these two large men.
"Kim," Ike said sweetly. "Would you please go in and prepare some drinks for Bernard and yourself while he and I have a few words?"
Kim looked up and swallowed hard. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Was she expected to wait in the bedroom for Khumalo, the way she had waited for Manson just a few hours before? Fixing drinks? Hadn't they all had enough to drink? But Ike could see she balked.
He said very, very sweetly, "Now."
Kim could tell he was serious, so without any more hesitation, she turned and went through the door.
Ike smiled when she had pulled it shut. "She's a good girl," he said to Khumalo. "Just give her a few minutes to calm down."
"She's worth a hundred tons of ivory," the African said. "If I could take her back with me I could get a million dollars for her from someone I know with a string of nightclubs in North Africa."
"That's a thought, but her husband would miss her. Anyway," Ike confided, "she likes it dog style. It really gets her going."
Khumalo chuckled and turned the doorknob.
Curt raised himself over Harriet's naked body and she cooed lovingly, directed his stiff cock to the place where she wanted to feel it the most. She had a deep tan with no white areas. He crushed her breasts with his chest and thrust forward, all the way into her sopping cunt.
"Aaaah," he groaned, as her well-trained muscles grasped him and immediately began milking his penis. Her nails dug into his back and spurred him on to deep lunging action. She was all fire and honey inside, her cunt devouring him like a mouth without teeth. Her hips thrust and circled, her heels pounding on his humping ass.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," Harriett cried. "You fuck me so good." She tossed her head, her long red hair whipping against his face. Her hungry mouth planted sucking,wet kisses everywhere she could reach. "Fuck me all night. Fuck me forever!"
Khumalo closed the door behind him and took the drink from Kim's hand. Her face was without expression. He knew why. She had never expected she would have to go to bed with a black man. Most white women never did. It made him feel good to degrade these white bitches who thought they were too good for him just because they had paler skin. They were all racists.
But his big, toothy smile never changed as he had these thoughts. He sipped his drink slowly while Kim gulped hers down. He ran his eyes over her shape, that promised so much dressed as it was in the new outfit she had bought just that morning. He took the glass from her hand and set it on the table, then moved around behind her and encircled her slender waist with his arms, pressing his full lips to the side of her neck.
"Ike promised me that you'd make me like you," he said, thrusting his massive cock against her from behind. "I told him I was sure you would." His hands moved up to the front of her new dress and covered her big round tits, cupping them underneath and lifting until they slid away.
Kim could smell the feral odor of him mixed with his after shave, could feel the bristle of his hair against her cheek. His big hands enclosed her breasts as no hands had ever done before and she felt the blood rushing to her nipples. Then one hand left her breasts and moved behind her to deal with her zipper and she felt the material part, baring her back inch by inch. He pushed the dress forward over her shoulders so that it fell to her waist in front. Then both hands found her lace covered bosom again, and the bumps made by her hardened nipples. Yes, her nipples were tingling, aroused, even though she had been well fucked this morning, even though she was terribly nervous and feeling awfully betrayed that Ike had given her to this monstrous man who spoke English with a Bantu accent.
The black man released the fastener of her bra and bared her beautiful breasts, watching in the mirror as they sprang free. "Lovely, so lovely," he said in his deep voice. Once again he cupped them underneath, lifting until they slid away and returned to their original shape. He caught the nipples between his fingers, massaging the pigmented area around them. Kim's breath, which had caught in her throat, was released with a long, trembling sigh. Then she caught it again when she felt him push that mammoth bulge of his penis against her soft bottom. It had grown in size in the last few moments and it felt as if it might have been transplanted from a horse.
Khumalo's hands smoothed down over her belly and went straight for her pussy. He found the trim, tight hairs and his middle finger moved straight into the deep, warm cleft of the plump labia. His fingertip found her clitoris still swollen from the boffing it had taken a few hours before. He slipped past the hole and his hand cupped her underneath her crotch. Lifting her with one arm, he gave her a shake and her dress fell to the floor beneath her. Then with his other hand, still holding her free of the floor, he skinned off her panties and threw them in the corner.
Kim shivered in the warmth of the room while Khumalo laid her naked on the bed and backed off to remove his clothes. She wanted to look away, knew she must not watch this black man undressing, but she could not tear her eyes away. He bared his powerful, hairless chest, tossed his shirt aside, and then pushed his shorts down. The waistband of his underwear hung for an instant on the broad ridge of his cockhead, then pulled suddenly away and the oversized black shaft leapt free, swinging in slow motion upward, thicker than Ike's admirable cock, and at least two inches longer, uncircumcised with a thick foreskin and a broad, flaring corona, flanged like a pagoda. The scrotum hung low, almost half-way to his knees, it seemed, webbed to the under-side of his penis, swinging slowly side to side, the huge potent testicles bumping from one thigh to the other. Kim cringed at the thought of what those dangerous balls could do when they unleashed their virulent sperm. She would be pregnant, with this black man's baby, and the world would witness her shame through the half-caste child at her breast.
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.
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.