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.