Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

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.

Kim sat drinking coffee, waiting for Sue and wondering just what she was going to do about two great problems that had arisen this afternoon and definitely made her former problems with Curt seem small. She remembered clearly everything that had been said in the room while she lay inert and almost senseless on the satin sheets of shame where she had so lewdly and satisfyingly indulged herself with Bernard Khumalo. Her loins ached from the treatment she had received.

She had heard the rustling of Khumalo's clothing as he put it on, preferring to feign sleep rather than look him in the eyes. Besides, her body refused to move. She was wrapped in the afterglow of sex. After a short time, as Khumalo sat enjoying a cigarette, Kim heard the door open and someone else came in. When the visitor spoke, she knew who it was.

"How'd you like her?" Ike asked.

"Delicious," Khumalo said. "I'd like to have her again

before I leave the country."

"Sure, I'll arrange it," Ike said magnanimously. He took a drag on his cigarette. "Now, about the ivory."

"It's on my chartered yacht, lying out to sea, almost sixteen tons."

"And the cocaine?"

"We've got that as well. Are you set up for getting it ashore?"

"We've got a place arranged up the coast. We'll run it in on speedboats."

Khumalo grunted his approval. "You'll have the cash? I've got to pay the Angolans for letting us transport the ivory across their territory. Either they get paid this time or they won't give us the right of way the next time."

"There's no problem with the money. My associates are rock solid. Security is the main consideration."

Khumalo grunted again. "So do you think we should be talking with the girl present?"

"Her?" Ike chuckled. "She always passes out after a fucking. A bomb could go off. But we can go in my office, if you want." And they walked out, leaving Kim sweating and shaking with terror.

What was she going to do? She was involved with smugglers, and dope smugglers at that, the worst, most dangerous kind. And now she feared for Curt and herself. To even be on speaking terms with these people was a risk in itself, and now she had been made privy to secrets she didn't even want to know. She was sure they would kill her if they knew she had overheard them.

But the poor elephants! Khumalo was involved in butchering the animals in his own country in order to sell the ivory. And the cocaine? Where had that come from, and where was it going? Of course, that was not her concern. None of it was. But to think she, who had always been upright and law-abiding, was involved with people like this, overwhelmed her young and inexperienced mind.

But then there was her other problem. She had been looking at the calendar and calculating and she realised that she had put herself in a terrible predicament. If only she had not meddled in Curt's business. If only she had not allowed Ike Harvey to arouse her all too healthy sexual responses and seduce her in his office. If only she had not gone back there today.

There was a knock on the door and she let Sue in and she could not restrain herself from throwing her arms around her friend and bursting into tears. Sue took her and led her to the couch.

"All right, kid, tell me about it."

Kim dried her cheeks and tried to speak. "Everything is

going down the tubes," Kim moaned. "It's getting out of control."

Sue patted her shoulder sympathetically. "So tell me about it. There's got to be a reason, something must have happened and I can't tell you what to do until I know what it is."

Kim paused, then blurted it out. "I did it again today. Twice."

Sue tried not to laugh. "So that makes you like about half the married women in this country. Did you like it? Again?"

"Of course. I couldn't help myself. That's not the point."

"You're having an affair with your husband's boss. Big

deal. Someday, Curt'll probably have an affair with his

secretary. You need it, your body needs it. If it feels good."

"Sue," Kim said impatiently. "I'm not on the pill. I don't know anything about birth control. I never planned to stop myself from having babies."

Sue stared at her for a long time. "Well, you'd better get yourself on the pill. The thing is, you won't be safe for a month after you start on them."

"It might be too late. My period finished a week ago.

These are my fertile days."

"You won't know until you start missing. In the meantime, you'd better tell Curt's boss he'll have to lay off until you can get on the pill or something."

Kim dropped her eyes and said softly, "It wasn't Curt's boss. Not today. He made me do it with some horrible fat man with a bald head and with a big black man from Africa."

Sue smiled and held up her two hands. "I know, with a cock this big."

"Bigger."

Sue's eyes grew wide. "How'd you like to introduce me to

this black man?"

"Susie!" Kim cried in exasperation. "I need your advice."

Sue spoke evenly, looking straight into Kim's eyes. "You want my advice? I'll tell you. You like fucking, so fuck. All you want. Men aren't faithful to us, why should we be faithful to them? Forget your conscience, just get to the doctor and get some pills. You're nineteen years old, girl. Enjoy it while you can."

"But it hurts!" she protested. "Bernard the man from Africa he's so big. My-my pussy aches."

"Does it ache good," Sue bantered, "or does it ache bad?"

Kim paused. "Good. It aches good." Kim covered her face with her hands and laughed ruefully. "Oh Sue, I love it, I love it, I love it. How will I ever be able to stop?"

Sue began laughing. And laughing. Until tears filled her eyes. "Worry about that when you have to stop," Sue said. "In the meantime, if you need some help with that African fella, let me know. Is he good-looking?"

Kim gave her friend a disgusted look. "I don't know what a good-looking African is supposed to look like but he's big and strong."

"And tell me how it was," Sue urged. "How did he do it?"

Kim dropped her eyes. "From behind. Like a dog."

"Smashing! Hard and deep?"

"Hard and deep. His thing was so long and thick."

"Circumcised?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know much about those things."