Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

"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.