Beth tried to get up but her legs failed her first attempt as she collapsed on the floor again, Jono laughed as he saw his sister struggle to move but after a minute she managed to use the wall to get up as she staggered towards the bed, “I need a drink” she gasped as she climbed next to her brother, he handed her a glass of orange juice he giving head had poured when he got his beer, she quickly downed it as she felt an arm around her shoulders and a hand reaching down on suckingdick her breast. “I want you to cum for me” with his other hand his reached down and inserted 3 fingers into her pussy which not 2 hours ago had never been touched like this, he started to rub her clit with his thumb as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, as he did this with his other hand started tugging and playing with her left nipple leaning down to kiss her right one. Though she was still sore and in immense pain Beth started to feel waves of pleasure flowing over her, she hated feeling this way, she’d rather feel the pain of being raped than have her brother make her feel this way, then suddenly it happened, “Ahhhh” let out Beth as a stream of juices came spurting from her cunt. “Haha you’re a squirter” laughed Jono, “I love it when girls squirt for me” he let go of her as she lied back staring at the ceiling trying to catch her breath back. “Was that the first time you orgasmed” questioned Jono. She nodded. “Haha dads going to be so jealous” he tossed her a key, “go get showered your filthy, if you’re tit fuck not done in 10 minutes I’m coming in after you, and thing about doing it in the shower is it washes away any natural lubricant, so you won’t want that, besides we’ve still got 23 hours till dads back!” Beth quickly ran to the bathroom and unlocked it, as she turned around she saw her face fucked brother laughing now fully erect again stoking himself, when she was in the shower she sat on the floor as the hot water ran over her, and she started to cry again. Intro. In this story, a sequel to ‘My Wild African Princess’, James and Nandi meet some of the characters from ‘Things Get Wild In Africa’. So far we had been on horseback for over three months, we had not travelled fast, but were now getting somewhat saddle weary. There was still at least another month before we would arrive at our destination in Tanganyika (now Tanzania). We had travelled two and a half thousand kilometres as the crow flies, much more with detours, either to see something of interest or more likely, to circumnavigate the impassable, on horseback, mountain ranges of the Great Rift Valley. But here we were, with about three-quarters of our journey completed since we had left Nandi’s home in Zululand. We had set up camp, high in the hills overlooking Lake Nyasa (now Lake Malawi). The views were truly spectacular, mountains with sheer cliffs to our left, and in front, the beautiful lake, stretching to the horizon. Here we would take short rest, before we descending to the lake, to hopefully pick up a steamer to take us to the northern extreme of the lake, disembarking in Tanganyika. Beside pov me my wife, well technically anyway, sat Nandi, gazing in awe at the vastness below. “Never have I seen so much water, how is this possible?” she asked. Her use of English had vastly improved these past few months “There are many lakes, some even bigger than this one, that stretch from Arabia far to the north, and then right down to southern Mozambique, almost to your homeland. This is the Great Rift Valley. One day, perhaps in thousands of years time, it will finally split away from the rest of Africa, to form a new island, probably one of the largest in the world.” “It is beyond my understanding,” she stated with a frown on her beautiful face. “But I could sit here forever, to just look at this wonder.” I turned my head to look at her, totally entranced. We had now been together four months, and if it were possible, my love for her had only grown deeper. I don't know a Rosey Palmer.”I stated “Not... without our... husband's permission...” the older woman moaned, sounding dazed. It wasn’t fear, or awkwardness, but exhilaration that propelled me. My heart was as light as a feather, and suckingdick my sprint turned to a skip as I rounded the corner. I looked at pov my bag and saw the mask Mom sewed on. He realized he was on his knees, his head in his hands. I knew that he wanted me around for later for more fun. With a bit of a start, I felt myself flush, “Shit! We agreed and Mac let himself out. Her body started to tremble as the new orgasm steadily moved through her to her pussy. Four more tugs face fucked and she heard the tell-tale grunt that warned her of the first splash of cum that hit her chest a second later. I nodded fervently. Turns out Fred is a Star Trek fan and reads Gene Roddenberry’s series. So many rewards for being a good stage mother. Clint snorted. Once they were off the bridge Shade started to naturally turn towards the mirkwood heading for home pastures that he was familiar with. It felt room temperature now and dry. “Yes!” I moaned, massaging her rump. Sujata: No. Finally after several minutes of this, Daniel began to buck harder against Julie, who could do nothing but scream harder as the pain giving head grew sharper, and Julie’s rapist finally climaxed, cumming inside her bleeding pussy. She glared at him, he met her expression impassively. The lips of my pussy were tautly embracing the very base of his erection. “Mmmm…” Dee moaned and came closer to me, obviously still very turned on. Pam came up to him, pressing against his side, her eyes bright. A real gun. “Justin!” moaned Miss Daisy. He gently began to lube and stretch her ass. Her hand, the one not rubbing her girl-dick's tip into mine, grasped my small breast. “Twenty-one more.” She looked into the camera. My unconscious brought me to the pool and I first showered tit fuck to remove the sweat from my work-out.