The trip to Africa had been truly amazing for Jodi Hayes
and Melissa O’Bannon. Just a couple of years before the
two friends had attended classes together at the
University of Georgia and had shared an interest and a
talent for wildlife photography. The two had taken a
photo-taking vacation each of the past summers, one to
Montana and one to the Everglades.
This trip, financed largely by Melissa’s new boyfriend
far surpassed the other trips. The wild life was
abundant, scenery unsurpassed and “Besides” Jodi stated
“We look cute in these safari outfits.”
That, they did indeed, they were two extremely pretty
girls. The first thing you would notice about Jodi was
her size, the girl was tiny, a gymnast when in college,
she was only 4’10”. She had a firm tanned body with
muscular legs, smallish upturned breasts, French braided
golden blonde hair and large green eyes.
As they arose for coffee that morning, Jodi wore a pair
of rolled up khaki shorts and a green Banana Republic t-
shirt. White socks and short hiking boots completed the
“safari look.”
Melissa was a blue-eyed red head, flashier than Jodi.
Melissa stood about 5’5″ and had a fair complexion (now
sporting colonies of freckles) and a stunning figure.
She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a buttoned up
safari style shirt. Due to the heat-she and Jodi both
had soon dispensed with wearing bras and Melissa’s heavy
tit flesh strained at the material of her shirt.
They were camped on the on the Savannah near edge of a
river and some dense rainforest. Jeff Spencer, Melissa’s
current beau was a very successful attorney in Atlanta
and a self-proclaimed expert on everything. Today he was
in a particularly foul mood. His native guide had warned
him about going any farther near the jungle areas.
“Bad peoples live there, people go, in not come out.”
the battered guide had said.
“Bullshit!” he spat, “look buddy I’ve been saddled with
Melissa and her little friend for a week while they take
pictures! We may as well as went to Myrtle Beach for all
the action I’ve seen. I want to do some hunting in the
wild! THIS-(indicating the river and tree line) is the
wild.
“Yes, Mister Jeff…but…but…”
“But Nothing,” I’m spending a shit load of money on this
trip and I want some ME time.” He picked up his new 3030
Remington rifle. “I can take care of things any way.” He
stood up. “NOW–get your skinny ass in gear.”
“What about the Missies?” the guide asked.
“Shit!” they can take care of themselves–“Look around,
there’s nothing here, Nobody!! No ‘bad peoples.” He
chuckled to himself.
“But if it makes you feel better I’ll tell the girls
to keep a gun handy and stay here and fix lunch or
something.”
“That would be better Mr. Jeff” he said, a little
relieved. “OK go get the stuff, I’ll tell them not to
wander off.”
Thinking to himself ‘this guy is full of shit, he just
wants a bigger tip’, Jeff decided not to scare the
girls too bad.
Hey girls and I know you won’t like this. I am going to
go do a little shooting with Malcolm. He says he doesn’t
know the interior so don’t go over there. You can take
your little pictures out here and rustle up some lunch.”
Melissa tipped down here Revo sunglasses. She did not
want to fight but hated being condescended. “OK, honey –
see if you can find a vacuum cleaner and we’ll clean
house when you get back.”
“No ya’ll just go have fun, Jeff. We’ll be all right.”
Jodi the peacemaker chimed in.
“Whatever” he shrugged. He wasn’t sure about Jodi.
Sweet, too sweet. She was teaching school back home in
Waycross. She was engaged to her hometown sweetheart.
She was according to Melissa, still a virgin. “Damn
pity, I’d like to give that little bod a ‘twirl’. Saving
it for some Clem Cadiddlehopper from south Georgia.”
“I’ll be back in three or four hours,” he turned and
walked away shouldering his new rifle.
As he walked away, Melissa stood up, shook her short red
hair and said, “Get your cameras, let’s go see what’s
over there, in the ‘deep dark jungle’.
“Do you really think we should?” Jodi said.
“Sure, Jeff’s just trying to play great white hunter and
act like there’s danger around.”
Five minutes after Jeff and Malcolm headed out of the
camp in an easterly direction, Jodi and Melissa were
headed west, festooned with cameras and canteens. Where
the tree line and the stream met the savannah, it was
almost like walking into another world. The girls were
sweating from the mile hike through the morning heat and
the shade offered by the trees was quite welcome.
“Damn that sun gets warm early,” offered Melissa.
“No kidding,” Jodi opened a pop-top plastic canteen and
took a long drink of the water they had carried in with
them.
“Crack! — Crack! Crack! Sporadic rifle fire could be
heard in the distance. Melissa looked at Jodi with a
little disdain.
“The mighty hunter must have scared up some game.” The
firing continued for a while and then died out. “Oh well
some poor animal for the den wall I guess.”
“Oh he’s sweet,” offered Jodi.
“He’s an asshole a lot of the time,” opined Melissa.
“But he’s a good looking asshole, and he’s great in
bed.”
Jodi blushed. “Oh Melissa, you’re awful.”
“What about you and Sam? Still holding out?” Melissa
asked. “You trying to be the worlds oldest virgin?”
Jodi smiled. This was old territory for the two. “Hey
he’s willing to wait now. Besides,” she said blushing
even redder, “you don’t have to screw to have fun.”
“OOOhooo! Still just jacking him off? Or have you
started giving that poor boy some head?” Melissa knew
this would embarrass Jodi and was a form of kidding
between the two.
The girls wandered about for two hours in the haunting
half-light of the jungle area. The girls heard rustling
ahead in the trees. “Get your camera ready!” This sounds
like something big.” Both girls clicked furiously as
crashing through the underbrush came….
Another woman, dressed (more realistically) in bush
attire came to a screeching halt three paces in front of
them.In an accent Jodi and Melissa recognized as
Australian the tanned athletic brunette with short-
cropped hair under a khaki baseball cap roared at them.
“What in the Hell are you two doing here. There’s a war
party of Bunwari not a half mile back raising ten kinds
of shit. COME ON YOU’VE GOT TO GET OUT OF
HERE!”
“Bun-Who? My boyfriend’s over there!” Melissa pointed
out.
“Well he’s in deep shit then and so are we if we don’t
get a move on. Have you got a jeep?”
“WHO ARE YOU?” a shaken Jodi sputtered as she gathered
her small mountain photographic equipment.
“Diana Stewart I’m an anthropologist on study here. We
ran into one of the tribes here that’s an offshoot of
the Zulu. Been here for 150 years ever since the
Mfecane. They’ve revolted against the idea of settlers
and TOURISTS encroaching on their territory. One of the
Indunas that’s a minor chief, has shown a hankering for
some white arse, namely mine. They are NOT tame like the
tribes you’ve seen. NOW! COME ON or you’re on your own.”
“We’ve got a Land Rover back at camp,” Jodi said.
“We’ve got a chance then. Let’s go!” Diana said, over
her shoulder.
“But what about Jeff?” Melissa panted, already starting
to run back towards camp.”
“He’s a lot better off than we’ll be if they catch us,
believe me. I’ve seen the way they look at me.”
“Oh God this is terrible.” Jodi moaned
The tree girls ran on through the brush at a rapid rate.
All three breathing hard, yet not daring to stop. Jodi
and Melissa’s thoughts ran wildly at the idea they were
actually being pursued by some group of unseen, unknown,
savage warriors.
They ran until for no apparent reason Diana tripped and
went sprawling. The other two girls stooped to help and
as they came to their feet and looked up their way was
barred by five extremely tall and nearly naked warriors
armed with assegais and shields. From behind they could
hear the bush parting with the sounds of the party that
had been pursuing Diana.
“Shit!” Diana cursed. Within seconds they were
surrounded by fifteen of he Bunwari warriors. They
parted and through the midst of the war party strode a
giant of warrior, nearly six foot six and seemingly
chiseled of rock.
“Ah Diana!” he said in heavily accented English, “Quite
rude of you to leave without permission of my father.
But, such pretty friends, VERY pretty friends!” The
cruel smile still on his lips he began rapidly speaking
in the Bunwari dialect. The ring of warriors closed
tighter around the three captives.
“Hey look Mister,” Jodi said. “We were just taking
pictures.”
“MY NAME IS CHAGA!” Again a spate of Bunwari. The
warriors laughed and leered at what ever it was.
“What’s that?” Melissa asked.
“He says to take off our shoes and our shirts. That way
we won’t run away so fast.”
“He’s got to be kidding!” Jodi put in.
“NO I AM NOT KIDDING! Little missy. NOW! Take off your
shirt and shoes or my warriors will do it.”
Jodi and Melissa began unlacing their hiking boots while
Diana, seemingly unafraid undid the buttons of her
frayed khaki shirt. She had small A cup breasts and the
lean body and muscular legs of a Triathlete, which at
home in Australia was one her many interests.
“Take your shirts off” Diana whispered. “Do what they
ask and we may have a chance to make it out of here
alive.”
Jodi blushed deeply as she pulled her t-shirt over her
head revealing her upturned breasts with soft pink
nipples. Looking around she caught the stares of the
warriors and crossed her arms over her girlish tits.
As Melissa opened up her shirt a low murmur passed among
the Bunwari. Her pink nippled breasts jiggled as she
dropped the shirt, a sea of freckles in the cleavage.
His eyes looked over the three prizes he would take back
to camp.
Leather straps were brought out of a bag on one of the
native’s hips and their wrists were bound. Then with a
prick of his assegai into Diana’s tight backside he
shouted, “NOW RUN!”
The group set off at a Rocky(D)trot down the path. Each girl
could only imagine what lay ahead. Chaga looked back at
each girl, watching how the different breasts and flesh
jiggled as they ran.
“YES!” he thought, “Back to father, back to the
village!”
The jog through the dense foliage soon had the natives
as well as their captives sweating freely. Melissa was
breathing heavily, regretting that she hadn’t kept up
the powerwalking program she had been on, Jodi who
taught dance and gymnastics was getting a fairly
fatigued. Diana, whose muscular legs and rippling
abdominals spoke volumes about her fitness, did not even
seem to notice the effort. Chaga looked back at the
girls again and dropped his pace down to jog beside the
three.
“You would make a fine warrior, Diana.” Chaga observed.
“Such a fine condition you are in.” He leered at her
meaningfully.
“Kiss my arse, Chaga!” she retorted.
He laughed showing fine teeth and an evil intent.
“Perhaps, perhaps I will.”
He turned and jogged beside Jodi. She looked up in
fright. He was towering, a full twenty inches taller
than her. “You are so pretty little one. But SO small.”
She looked up, green eyes pleading. “And I am SO big” he
sneered.
“Let us go, please.” Jodi begged. “PLEASE!”
“No my little golden one. You must come with us and pay
for your trespass and the exploitation of my tribe.”
As he turned around to stop by Melissa he noticed that
Mutesa the warrior who had led the other band was
approaching from the rear. Mutesa was a half foot
shorter than Chaga and was heavily muscled although not
as sculpted as the young African Princeling.
“We have a right to share in the spoils of these
prisoners, Chaga.” He said in Bunwari. “It was my trap
that stopped them.”
“Perhaps you do. But not ask for the little one. I think
I shall ask father for her. A woman so small is a rare
treasure. You may ask for the digger woman Diana or the
fire hair.”
“That will be up to your father, but my men deserve
pleasures of the road as much as yours.”
“Do not argue, Mutesa. We have been lucky to have found
three such birds as these when we were only chasing
one.” Chaga smiled looking at Melissa’s now heaving
chest and up at the shapely legs and buttocks of the two
others.”
“Agreed,” Mutesa eased, “Three such as these are a prize
and will bring much money or much pleasure.”
The journey had gone on for over an hour in the forest,
when he party broke into the clear. The sun of the hot
day now beating on the fairer skins of Jodi and Melissa.
Diana was deeply suntanned and showed no tan lines. It
was obvious that this supremely natural and athletic
woman took her sun in the buff.”
“I need a rest! PLEASE!” It was Melissa. Chaga and
Mutesa strode up, both angered. Melissa looked at them
with not a little fear, her full breasts rose and fell
with the heaving of her chest.
“I,” she panted, “just need to catch my breath.”
“With tits like that it must be hard to run,” Mutesa
observed in Bunwari.
Chaga laughed, answering in the same language. “It makes
it hard for me to run too. My shaft is getting stiff
watching them run.”
“What did they say?” Melissa asked Diana. Diana
translated, word for word.
Melissa’s face reddened.
“What will they do with us?” Jodi asked.
“Whatever they want to, honey,” Diane answered
seriously. Whatever they want to.”
After a short break and a sip of water the procession
began again. In a few short minutes they came into site
of the Bunwari Chieftain’s kraal or walled village.
Half-wild African cattle roamed in rough pens, little
naked boys tending the stock.
They were still a good distance away when Chaga came
back to the girls and tossed each back their shirts. He
slid the blade of his assegai over Jodi’s leather bonds
and the razor-edged weapon cut easily through the
fetters.
“Put on shirts. Now you may not escape. Better to have
on shirts to meet my father.”
All three women donned their shirts gratefully after
having the bonds on their wrists cut free.
They soon entered through a gate in the eastern side of
the kraal and were met by a throng of the curious. A
sort of clambering noise erupted from the village and
people came shouting and laughing and gesticulating
wildly. Some of the looks and cries were curious, some
angry and some lewd.
Jodi began to cry.
“Stop it!” it was a whisper from Diane. “Don’t be weak.
The weak die! Remember that.”
Jodi controlled herself as best she could. Her bottom
lip still trembled.
“I’m scared.”
“I know love, me too.”
Farther into the kraal, the throng turned into neat rows
of young men along two sides of the path. Some were
armed with the traditional shield and assegai, others
with a scattering of firearms of various types ranging
from hunting rifles and shotguns to a few AK-47s which
the eastern bloc had armed the federal troops.
They noticed they were being led to a central lodge type
structure.
Two tall warriors guarded the entrance.
“GO IN!” Chaga ordered.
The girls stepped inside to a smoky lodge, acrid with
the musky smell of sweaty warriors. Seated at the far
end of the room on a throne covered with leopard skins
and flanked by elephant tusks sat Chaga’s father
Dingane. Not as tall as Chaga, with graying temples and
beard, he wore a feathered headdress and held a whisk
made of ostrich feathers and a whip made of rhinoceros
tail.
“Here my father, I have brought back treasure.” he
reached back grabbed Diana’s arm and swung her
struggling athletic figure forward almost effortlessly.
“Bronze!” he announced. The warriors in the lodge
erupted in shouts of approval.
He pulled Melissa forward.
“Copper!” he shouted and the shouting increased.
Grasping the tiny form of Jodi. He hoisted her aloft as
if she had been a doll.
“GOLD!” The room dissolved into a rhythmic chanting.
Dingane lifted his whip hand for quiet. He smiled
toothily and spoke clearly and loudly in Bunwari,
gesturing at the captives. Whatever it was it met with
the approval of the group of gathered warriors and
nobles. The room broke again into the rhythmic chanting.
“What’s he saying?” Jodi asked Diana.
He says he would like to see us without our clothes. He
says to take off our clothes one at a time. He says he
would like you to be first to undress!”
Diane answered
“OH NO, not in front of all these men!” Jodi said to
Diana and looked around the lodgehouse full of savage
warriors. She saw only savage lust or worse in their
eyes. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“YOU WILL!” boomed Chaga. He spat our orders in his own
tongue and two of his retainers approached Jodi with
down turned spears. She looked near panic.
“WAIT!” cried Diana. “I want to be first.” She was
answered in Bunwari apparently in the affirmative
because as she was moved past Jodi she whispered. “Do
what you have to, to survive.”
Diana had been in and around the village for two weeks
during he period that led up to the Bunwaris rising. She
had been an object of much curiosity to some, resentment
to others and lust to still others. Dingane himself had
been making crude comments to her on an afternoon when
he had drank too much native beer.
The next day the assegais and shields had come out of
hiding and she had taken to the jungle just as Chaga and
his men ran in and ransacked her campsite.
As her hand went to her shirt buttons Dingane made a
signal and one of his “court musicians” began a slow
rhythmic beating of a drum.
“Christ,” Diana muttered, “The bleeding bastards want a
striptease.”
Almost involuntarily to the timing of the drum, Diana
unbuttoned and removed her khaki shirt. She was chiseled
with washboard abs and clearly defined shoulder and arm
muscles. Her nipples stood erect and small a shade
darker brown than the tanned skin.
Her hand went to her webbed belt and he undid the metal
clasp. Unbuttoning and unzipping the denim shorts, she
let them drop to her ankles and kicked them off.
She was wearing as underwear a pair of boy’s olive drab
boxer shorts. Without hesitation she slid them off her
muscular hips and ass and down the defined runner’s
legs. No tan lines interrupted the lines of her body,
indeed she had made use of the solitude to do her
sunbathing in the nude. The dark brown hair over her sex
had been trimmed for neatness in the heat and was a
perfect triangle.
She stood completely naked, every eye on the tanned and
body toughened and made lean by years of training and
outdoor life.
“There ya’ go ya’ black bastard.” she said defiantly,
“hope you like what you see.”
“AHHHH!” Dingane smiled and said something in Bunwari
that Melissa noticed even made Diana color under the
deep tan.
Diana, in apparent answer to Dingane’s request, raised
her arms and did a slow 360-degree turn. She was on
display.
“Bastards!” She muttered, “I hope you all rot in Hell!”
Dingane glowered at her and spoke to her in Bunwari
asking her what she had said. Defiantly she translated
it out loud.
The room seemed to growl angrily and stiffen. Dingane
rose. Speaking very quickly and gesturing at Diana.
The naked girl turned to Chaga, “I didn’t catch all
that, What about ‘my insults’?”
Chaga smiled evilly. “My father has said you have
insulted him with your mouth. You must now do homage and
please him with your mouth!”
“WHAT? He’s looney, if he….” she was interrupted by
Chaga roughly grabbing her and dragging her to the dais
and pushing her to her knees. Two of Chaga’s bodyguard
held assegais on her.
“Oh my GOD” Melissa gasped looking at Jodi who was
trembling. “He’s gonna make her….”
Dingane stepped to her, looked at the other girls and
around the room at the twenty or so chosen retainers and
underlings. With a grand gesture he handed his whip and
flywhisk to a wildly made-up man who was the tribal
shaman. He then undid the civet skin kilt he wore,
revealing a thick 8-inch cock hanging below hairy lust
bloated balls.
Diane knew there was no choice. She had told the other
girls to do what they had to, to survive. She had a
great distaste for Dingane especially. He reached for
her and cuffed the baseball cap off her head. (She
suddenly realized she had stripped naked and left it
on.) Dingane tousled her short cut hair and then grabbed
hold of it with one hand and offered the thick head of
his black cock with the other. She looked up into his
eyes and saw he was leering down through narrow slitted
eyes.
“Pay me homage!” he said in Bunwari.
She licked her dry lips, parted them and leaning forward
closed them around the head of Dingane’s stiffening
penis. Diana tasted the musky meat as it entered her
mouth and using her tongue to moisten it she gave a
slight suck on the top of the thick shaft.
“MMMMMM,” the chief moaned and the room erupted in lewd
laughter. He pulled forward on the handful of brown hair
and shoved more of his manhood into his captive’s mouth.
“NNNNGGGGHHH,” Diana gagged slightly at the new
incursion of dickflesh into her mouth and drew her head
back only to have the African chieftain pull her head
forward and lunge his meaty hips even harder.
“MMMMMPPPHHHH – MMMPPHHH – MMPPPHHH,” Diana struggled to
keep up and soon her head was bobbing in time with
Dingane’s rhythm as he fucked her face.
“Ahhh, AHHHH, AHHHHHHHH!” Dingane quicken his pace,
pushing more of his black cock into her mouth with each
successive stroke. Diana to keep balance had to reach
out and wrap her hands around his legs as he continued
his assault on her mouth.
Suddenly his pace became frantic. Diane knew what to
expect. With a final moan from the chief, the thick
ebony shaft erupted with spurting cum in Diana’s mouth.
She made to pull away after the first spurt but Dingane
held her face in place and splashed more of his semen on
her pretty face and into her hair.
The roomed cheered in approval as if he had just
performed a great coup in some primitive athletic
contest.
“Take her to the stream and clean her!” Dingane ordered
in Bunwari. Tie her and leave her in my hut.
He sat down as Diana was lead out of the lodge house.
“Now,” he told Chaga, “Lets see the new ones.”
Jodi and Melissa shivered as they looked at each other.
They didn’t have to speak Bunwari to know that they were
next.
Chaga strode to the two friends. He looked down at Jodi
and she held her breath, it was her turn… Instead he
grabbed Melissa by the arm and pulled her forward to the
open space between the dais and the seated warriors. Her
eyes and Jodi’s met for a moment. They were helpless.
Dingane spoke again, hitching his kilt and adjusting his
genitals within the loincloth.
Mutesa stood up and let go a short order and smiled
broadly. Three warriors who had been with the party that
had first cut off the girls stood up and he gestured to
them and then at Melissa.
Chaga translated. “This is Mutesa,” he said gesturing to
the fullback shaped warrior with the shaved head who
carried a knobkerry club in his right hand. “He claims
you, Fire hair as war prize for he AND his warriors.”
“My father, Dingane, says this is just. My father says
he would like to see you naked and wonders if the hair
of your head matches that below.” He smiled suggestively
after the last remark. “He wants to know how you are
called.”
“Melissa.” she said almost inaudibly. “MELISSA.” she
repeated loudly.
“A pretty name it has the sound of a Bunwari name. Now,
Melissa, please take off your clothes! “He said
something in Bunwari and Mutesa stepped forward followed
by his followers. The chief beckoned to the drummer and
the beating began.
Melissa looked at Jodi and gulped. “You have to let us
go! We haven’t done anything to you! I am NOT taking off
my clothes!”
After a short translation from Chaga, Mutesa barked an
order and two of his warriors grabbed Melissa, each one
roughly grasping one of the redhead’s arms.
Mutesa strode forward and looked down at her then let
his hands wander down to lightly brush her full breasts.
Melissa gasped and suddenly, his hands went to her shirt
and with one violent jerk ripped the garment open
exposing the girl’s freckled breasts. His strong hands
ran over the exposed tit flesh rolling his thumbs over
her nipples and as Melissa struggled they became taut
and erect, the aureoles contracting. Mutesa stood aside
to admire his handiwork and let the others in the large
hut feast on the sight of the white captive’s firm round
breasts.
“Let me go!” Melissa yelled as she shouted, her breasts
jiggled as she struggled in the arms of the two natives
and Mutesa felt his cock throb at the sight. He closed
in on her and undid her belt, unsnapped her shorts and
unzipped the baggy cotton cargo shorts. Pushing them off
her hips they slid down to her ankles and revealed a
pair of leopard print French cut panties. They had been
a present from Jeff along with several other animal
print panties and were supposed to be sexy and funny.
The Bunwari agreed.The room roared with laughter.
Melissa’s face blushed crimson. The warrior on her right
had been grinding himself against her hip and she could
feel his long cock hardening under his loincloth.
Mutesa stepped forward, bent down and ripped the panties
off with a powerful jerk. He stared down at the triangle
of curly red hair with satisfaction.
“HA HA!” Dingane cried in laughter. The room again burst
into laughter.
Dingane half in laughter spoke to Mutesa. These seemed
to be instructions.
Jodi had closed her eyes when her friend’s panties were
ripped off. In a start she felt someone near. It was
Chaga.
“He must now take pleasures of the road and spill his
seed”, Chaga explained.
‘Oh God” Jodi thought not again.
Mutesa gave instructions of his own and the two warriors
wrestled the protesting Melissa to the ground. One took
both arms and stretched them over her head, holding her
tightly in place. Mutesa straddled Melissa and undid his
loincloth.
Melissa looked up at the thick 9-inch cock and swallowed
hard. Mutesa took his black fuck tool and rolled it over
the firm mound of Melissa’s left tit, pushing it over
the pink erect nipple several times. His cock began to
harden and to lubricate Melissa’s breast with pre-
seminal fluid.
He grabbed both tits now and began to squeeze them very
hard with Melissa mewling in pain. “Ungghhh, UNGGHHH!
that’s too hard!” The girl renewed her efforts to free
herself and managed to free a hand momentarily and land
a useless slap against Mutesa’s face.
Mutesa’s left hand grasped Melissa’s chin and held it
firm, she struggled uselessly against the powerful
African.
SMACK! The right hand landed a stinging slap to the
meaty left tit.
“YOOOWWWW!” Melissa cried out.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The big breasts bounced with each
cruel blow. Mutesa spoke cruelly to Melissa in Bunwari
and Chaga translated.
“Stop struggling and the beating will stop!”
“OK, please just stop hitting me.”
Melissa now noticed as Mutesa straddled her now stinging
breasts that his cock had become rampantly erect during
the mistreatment of her tits. He grabbed her titties
again and pushed them together. Raising his hips he
pushed the head of his dick into the freckled furrow
between her jugs.
“MMMMMNNNH,” he moaned as he pushed the big black cock
between the pale mounds of flesh.
The red haired girl turned her head away as the one-eyed
snake began gliding in and out of her cleavage. Mutesa
was squeezing her breasts very hard and his wiry pubic
hair was rough on her sensitive skin as he ground his
cock back and forth between her tits but she did not
dare protest.
With a different thrust, Mutesa slid his cock from
between her breasts and held it over her face. Melissa
knew he was offering his tool to be kissed or licked or
sucked. She looked up at the powerful warrior’s rampant
dick and kissed the underside of the shaft. Mutesa kept
it there. Melissa worked her head to one side and gave
the black man’s cock a full kiss on the head, parting
her lips and working her tongue over it.
Satisfied with this, Mutesa pulled back, pushed the
breasts together and began a long stroking titty fucking
of the red haired girl. His cock soon jerked and sent
gushes of creamy, sticky semen over Melissa’s breasts,
onto her neck and chin.
Again, the Bunwari cheered. It was a game to them. As
Melissa stood and was dragged out her eyes met Jodi’s.
Both girls flushed. Melissa shook her head as if to warn
Jodi not to fight them and then she was pulled out of
the hut by Mutesa and his underlings. She was his
property.
Jodi gulped and looked around the room. She was totally
alone now. And no mistaking it, it was her turn…