The Portuguese claim to a certain liberalism of spirit towards their enterprises in Africa hasn't always been an empty one. Some forty-odd years of Dr. Salazar's imperial rule in Portugal have offered the world a face of implacable and blind authoritarianism. Extreme economic discrimination not only against the African, but of the lower class Portuguese peasant at home-has perhaps always been an inevitable attribute of the narrowly-based social oligarchies which have ruled that province the Romans called Lusitania since time immemorial. And yet, most likely because of Portugal's own long colonial experience at the hands of invaders from Italy and, later, North Africa, there has always been a degree of respect for their subject peoples that has been the envy even of the French. Respect, however, does not necessarily put meat on the table.
To the jungle-trained eyes of Sargento Agostinho Da Silva and his two companions, the young white couple writhing nakedly on the moonlit ledge across the pool resembled nothing so much as meat on the table. With the silent swiftness of a forest cat, the three Africans moved as one to prevent the possible escape of their quarry. Indeed, Doug and Penny had scarcely had time to grab their discarded clothing and hold it in front of their nakedness when the burly guerillas were encircling them with their guns pointed directly at their heads. Then, the rebel leader's teeth flashed white in the moonlight as he snapped in French that was even poorer than Doug's, "En Haut-up!"
Quickly, the young couple scrambled to their feet, Doug still holding his trousers up in front of him, Penny attempting to cover her frontal nudity with his T-shirt. "W-Who are you?" Doug stammered bravely in Mgoro. "What are you going to do with us?"
A pleased smile flickered across Da Silva's midnight face. Mgoro was closely related to Djambulu virtually the same language but for minor differences in elocution. He wouldn't have to bother with the burdensome French or the only-slightly more facile Guinea Creole with its large infusion of Portuguese words. "You are under arrest as political prisoners," he explained in his native tongue. "I am Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the Partido Africano da Independencia da Guine e Cabo Verde-the P.A.I.G.C."
"But this is Senegal!" Doug protested.
"We're Americans!" added Penny.
Da Silva's smile dropped. "You, senhor, are a European pig!" he spat at Doug. "And you," he said, turning to Penny, "you are a naked white whore!"
Doug felt his face purple with rage, but the sobering sight of the three fully automatic weapons that were trained on them kept him rational. "What are you going to do with us?" he repeated.
The Guinean Sergeant's smile returned. "We will begin by taking turns fucking your sow wife," he responded. "Then, if you do not make such noise that will cause my friends to shoot you both, we will take you to the camp of the Djambulu to be held until such time as we can barter your imperialist asses for the release of our comrades-in-arms, being held by the neo-colonialist Senegalese Militia."
Penny understood all of the message but the word fuck, which wasn't normally part of the vocabulary taught at the Peace Corps language center. Doug, through contact with the Mgoro boys in his all-male carpentry class, understood it perfectly. What he didn't understand was what three P.A.I.G.C. soldiers were doing at the pool. It was miles from Djambulu territory, and the party wasn't big enough to stage an effective raid, even if there had been something worth stealing nearby, which there wasn't. He reasoned even in his fear and anger, that there could only be one or two possible explanations for their discovery: either Da Silva and his men had become separated from a larger party and had themselves become lost which in all probability didn't seem at all likely or, someone had tipped the Djambulu off that they were coming there that night. But, who? The only one who could possibly have overheard him talking to Penny about it was the houseboy, Ojike.
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.
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."