I straddled her legs. “Very well, then.” I pushed with enough force to breach the thin membrane of the canal.
“Oh yes! My darling, yes! Give it to me!” Her face was buried in the linen.
“As you wish.” I pushed harder, and the tool slid in easily. This hole had been fucked many times.
She moaned loudly. I pulled it in and out, mindful to give its entire length with each and every pass. She fingered herself feverishly.
“That’s it! Yes! Fuck me like the whore I am! Oohhh…”
I knew Evelyn enjoyed talking dirty, especially when her bottom was being pounded. I gripped the end of the wooden cock and moved it aggressively through her tight passage. “Have you been a naughty girl today?”
“Ohh…yes. Very bad.”
“Should daddy punish you?”
She gasped. “Please. Teach me a lesson, daddy. Please.”
“Bad girls need to be fucked in the ass, don’t they?”
“Oh, yes, yes.”
“And, you’ve been an especially bad girl. That’s why daddy must punish you in this manner.”
“Yes, yes.”
I hammered her sphincter with purpose. The tool was beginning to dry out. I hovered over her and dripped spittle onto the wrinkled flesh. Then I drew it in and out, over and over.
“Tell me what a dirty girl I am, tell me.”
“You’re the worst of the naughty girls. That’s why you must be punished like this.” I leaned in and whispered near her ear. “The fact that you enjoy this treatment makes you filthier than a common street whore.”
She gasped. “I…yes…I am.”
“Therefore, I shall punish you accordingly. Are you ready?”
“Oh…yes, yes.”
I began to ram the wooden cock deep into her. I had to grip the end securely to prevent it from disappearing completely. She groaned and thrashed her head, her hair tangling all around her. Extracting the toy, I spit on the end of it and inserted it again, this time, with less care. The more aroused she became, the rougher she liked to be used.
“More! More! I need more.”
“Of course, Evelyn.”
Thrusting vigorously, I reamed her bottom over and over, until perspiration shone on her skin and her cheeks were damp. She arched and thrust her ass up, giving me an even better angle. A wet, squishing sound was made each time I pushed in and out. She clenched and unclenched her anal muscles, nearing the end. It was time for the grand finale.
I hit her on the ass, hard. “Take that, you filthy whore!”
She gasped. “I…oh dear Lord. It’s so good. So good.”
“You’ve hardly satisfied daddy today. What more can you give me?”
“Everything,” she mumbled. “Take everything.”
I could feel her trembling. I drove the tool in and then pulled it out all the way. Spitting on the end, I pushed it in again and plunged deep. I removed it yet again only to violate her seconds later.
She moaned uncontrollably. “Yes, yes! Ooooo…”
Slapping her ass, I smiled with satisfaction. Her skin was turning red. She was incredibly close to release. “What a naughty girl. Won’t you scream for daddy? Won’t you show me how much you like it when I fuck you?”
“I…oh…oh…oh…YES!” She screamed then. Her entire body tensed and convulsed. The muscles in her bottom gripped the wooden tool, clenching and unclenching. When the waves of pleasure had receded, she dropped her head tiredly and sighed.
I gently removed the fake cock and cleaned it with a washcloth. Climbing into bed, I lay over the covers. It was far too hot to go beneath them.
“That was wonderful, my angel,” she murmured.
“You always like it.”
“I do.”
Chapter Three
We woke to rain and the sound of bells. I tossed aside the mosquito netting and went to the window, where I peered down into the muddy street. A line of wagons attached to oxen waited with dozens of naked natives.
My hand went to my throat. “Oh, my goodness.”
“What is it?”
“Get dressed, Evelyn.”
She groaned unhappily. “Must we do this? Let’s not go. Please, Jane.”
“Shush.”
I washed myself thoroughly. Then I stepped into a pair of pantalettes. A simple white chemise and a corset followed. Due to the intense heat, I would wear only one petticoat. A pretty yellow dress adorned with embroidery and lace completed the look. Evelyn did up the hooks and eyes at the back, and I reciprocated by helping her with hers. We wore leather boots, pressed white gloves, and straw bonnets.
Mr. Collins was waiting for us in the dining room. He scowled unpleasantly. “We shoulda left an hour ago. Get a move on, will ya?”
Evelyn muttered under her breath, “That man has the manners of a swine.”
I stifled a giggle.
He glanced at me. “Your chariot awaits.” He held open the door.
“Thank you.”
Thrilling little tingles erupted in my stomach when I looked at him. He was boorish, yet charming, and I wondered at the strange feelings he provoked in me. I’d never reacted this way to anyone before.
It was pouring rain. We would be soaked through in no time. I struggled to breathe due to the thickness of the air and the tightness of the corset. I felt the first real prick of fear and self-doubt. What was I doing? I should be preparing for the season and finding a suitable husband. No sane woman would travel to the heart of Africa. This land was untamed, uncivilized, and filled with danger.
I have to find father. That’s why I’m here.
There wasn’t anyone to help us onto the wagon, so Evelyn and I hoisted ourselves up and took a seat. Large bells were attached to the necks of the oxen. The smell of their wet hide and the pungent aroma of fecal matter wafted up from the ground.
Our overseer, Mr. Collins approached. “Ladies.” He tipped his hat. “This is Carlos. He’s my second in command.”
The short man in question removed his helmet and bowed slightly. He was dark skinned, with small black eyes and a lengthy mustache. “Good morning.”
His accent was pronounced. I assumed he was Portuguese. “Good day,” I said politely.
Evelyn eyed him sharply. From the sour expression on her face, she found him lacking. “How do you do.”
Max slapped him on the back. “Time to get goin’. It’s a half day’s ride to the river. Sit tight.” He muttered, “Shoulda been on the road already.” He mounted a horse. Carlos chose to walk with his.
Dozens of natives accompanied us. All were shoeless and naked, even the women. As they walked, their breasts hung low and swung from side to side. Many carried baskets on their heads. The wagons were filled with crates of provisions and items my father had requested in the last letter we’d received from him. He had said his situation was dire and that he doubted he would live much longer. It read like a farewell letter. I was determined to find him. In my heart, I knew he was still with us. He had to be.
Hours later, we arrived at a shantytown positioned near the edge of a chocolate colored river. Naked children ran out to greet us. Several steamboats waited at the end of a long dock. Carlos shouted something to the natives, and they set about unloading the wagons.
Mr. Collins escorted us to our vessel. I glanced at Evelyn. She looked tired and wilted. Her bonnet hung over her eyes, encumbered with moisture. I had removed mine. The breeze against my bare neck was refreshing. We were shown our room towards the back of the craft where our belongings were deposited on the gently swaying floor. The incessant sound of the motor hummed in the background accompanied by the blow of a steam whistle. The boats down the line began to whistle as well. This was surely a signal to announce our departure was imminent.
Evelyn flung herself onto the small bed. “I’m utterly spent.”
“We should change into dry clothes.”
“I’ve never been so wet in my life.”
After we’d donned new dresses, Evelyn and I toured the sma
ll ship. Walls of dark green forest bordered the river. The current ran at five knots, necessitating our proximity to the bank. The water near the shore was smelly and laced with tree roots that floated to the surface.
“What do you make of that?” asked Evelyn. She stared into the jungle.
“It’s scary.” I shivered. What lurked in those emerald depths, snakes, natives, and cannibals? Perhaps, this was a fool’s errand. It was too late now for second thoughts.
As the day wore on, we encountered a series of rapids. The smaller ones shook us gently, while the larger ones tossed the ship back and forth violently. When we weren’t gripping the railings for support, we sat in deck chairs reading and marveling at the scenery.
Mr. Collins and his subordinate, Carlos, accompanied us to dinner that evening. They were ill-mannered drunkards and generally unfit for proper company. We’d eaten as quickly as we could and excused ourselves. As we left the table, Evelyn whispered, “Horrible men! Atrocious manners! I’m scandalized, my dear.”
It was a relief to untie my corset and free myself from the constricting binds. A small oil lamp illuminated our room. Evelyn sat on a chair with a book in her hands, while I brushed out the tangles from my long blonde hair. I sat on the bed with my feet dangling over the edge. My toes peeked out from beneath my frilly white nightgown. Something long and dark caught my eye, and I gasped.
“Oh, dear God!” I lifted my feet, and stood on the bed. “Evelyn! Snake!”
She jumped to her feet and the book fell to the floor. “Where?”
I pointed to the corner. “There!” Slithering amongst our leather trunks was a long, green snake. “It’s so big!”
She looked horrified. “What shall we do?”
“We need Mr. Collins!”
The snake lowered itself to the wooden floor and slithered in Evelyn’s direction. She screamed and jumped on a wooden crate. “Mr. Collins!” she shouted. “Oh, Lord in heaven. It’s going to eat us!”
I screamed, “Mr. Collins!” Our cries were somewhat muted due to the sound of the ship’s motor. I wondered if he could even hear us? He’d had quite a bit of whiskey at dinner. Perhaps he was drunk and oblivious.
“Have you ever seen anything that long?” asked Evelyn. She was balancing poorly on the top of the crate. “It’s dreadfully huge.”
“Its head seems to be growing. Is that normal?”
“I think that happens before they strike, my dear.”
I panicked. “Won’t it just go away?”
“I haven’t a clue. It seems to be stationary at the moment.”
“How could something so big have gotten in our room? The door was closed.”
“For heaven’s sakes! It’s a snake. It must have forced itself through somehow. Does it matter?”
I screamed, “Mr. Collins!”
“Oh, dear Lord. It’s moving again!”
At that precise moment, our overseer burst through the door brandishing a long knife. He looked disheveled and bleary eyed. He glanced around wildly. “What’s all the fuss?”
Evelyn and I screamed, “Snake!”
The green slithering creature reared its flattened head and hissed. The tail coiled threateningly. Our obliging overseer laughed, which surprised me.
“Looks like a Bush viper.”
“Is it dangerous?” I asked stupidly.
“Oh, yeah, deadly.” He took a step towards it and, with one precise stroke, severed its head. It lay in two pieces on the floor. He glanced at me. “Is that it? It usually has a mate.”
I gasped. There’s more than one?
Evelyn mirrored my distress. “A mate?”
“Could be.” Max shoved leather trunks aside and peered behind them. “Might be the odd one out.” He seemed unperturbed. “Ya never know. Sometimes there’s one, or two, maybe three.” He shrugged.
Horrified, I glanced at my chaperone. How would we sleep, knowing another snake might attack us? “Won’t you stay in this room, Mr. Collins? Just for tonight.”
“Yes,” agreed Evelyn. “We need protection. We can’t be left alone.”
Humor shone in his eyes. “Is that right?” he drawled. “Damsels in distress? I’d be happy to sleep with you ladies.”
Evelyn gasped. The sordid tone in his voice and the lurid insinuation of our possible sleeping arrangements made her stiffen with indignation. “Perhaps, that wasn’t the wisest idea.”
I countered, “I won’t sleep a wink knowing a snake might be crawling on my bed.” I shivered.
“Oh, all right,” she huffed, clearly annoyed. “But, he’s to keep a good distance away. I won’t have that…man anywhere near the bed. Is that understood?”
Max rubbed his day old stubble. “Sure thang, ladies. I won’t touch either one of you, unless you want me to.” He smiled crookedly.
Evelyn harrumphed and picked up her book. “Good night, Mr. Collins.”
Twenty minutes later, he was comfortably ensconced on the floor in the corner. He’d brought in his own bedding. It wasn’t long before his snores filled the room.
I whispered, “I’m so worried. I’m so tense. How will I sleep?”
“There, there,” she soothed. Her hand found its way under my nightgown. Fingers skimmed across my stomach and lower. She neared my pussy. “Let me make you feel better.”
“But, he’s in the room!”
“We shall be extra quiet.” Her finger slid over my sensitive mound. “I’ll stroke you, darling, until you feel better.”
I stifled a groan. Her finger was slick with my juices. “I…all right.” I sighed blissfully. “If you must.”
Chapter Four
Beneath the mosquito netting, I had pulled the nightgown over my head. Evelyn’s hands cupped my breasts, and she suckled a nipple. She was naked as well, and her long hair tangled around her body. I kissed her, and it was warm and lingering with our tongues entwining. The rhythmic sounds of the steamboat sliced through the night and drowned out my moans as my chaperone’s lips brushed against my pussy. I spread my legs wide for her, and she was cradled between them, her fingers holding open the delicate folds of my labia as her tongue speared me softly. This was heaven. I pushed on the back of her head, driving her face into my wetness.
“Oooh, Evelyn. Yes…”
I thrust my pelvis upwards, which pressed her nose against my clit. Over and over I repeated this movement until I was dripping with arousal and breathing raggedly. She was aggressive tonight, never once letting up on fucking my hole with the length of her tongue. Knowing that we weren’t alone was secretly thrilling. Mr. Collins was fast asleep. He was oblivious to our naughty habits. Little did anyone know just how often we enjoyed woman on woman love.
I threw back my head and moaned. The edges of release were drawing near, and, with every breath, I felt myself contract and quiver with expectation. Evelyn’s finger dove into my needy hole, and she slid in and out with wet sounding strokes.
“Ooohh…yes…yes…it’s so good.”
My chest rose up, and my breasts ached; the tips of my nipples were sensitive tonight. I was a hair’s breath away from orgasm. I tried not to moan too loudly as intense pleasure gripped me and shook me to my core. My sex clenched, and my stomach trembled. A moment later, I perceived the sound of someone groaning. It was a low, manly groan. My eyes flew open, and I gasped. Mr. Collins stood by the bed, within the mosquito netting! His tall, dark shadow loomed over us. He was naked! Evelyn was engrossed in pleasuring me, thrusting her tongue deep into my snatch. She hadn’t perceived him yet.
He held his manhood in his right hand and pumped determinedly. Shocked beyond words, I watched as something squirted out of the end and struck me across both breasts. He groaned as another round of hot, white fluid peppered my stomach. I felt wetness on my skin.
Evelyn lifted her head and gasped. “You filthy pig!” She got to her feet and slapped him. “How dare you!”
He chuckled, “Hey, you started it.”
I touched the wetness on my stom
ach. Licking my finger, I tasted his salty seed. It wasn’t unpleasant in the least.
Evelyn had thrown her nightgown over hear head and lit the lamp. She advanced on Mr. Collins who was naked as the day he was born. His penis, which had been boldly distended, was now small and shriveled up. It hung limply next to his lean, muscular body.
“We don’t require your help anymore, Mr. Collins,” she hissed. “Take your things and get out!”
He looked sheepish. “What about the snakes, ma’am?”
Evelyn eyed his flaccid member. “There certainly are far too many of them. How dare you stand there and show yourself to an innocent young girl.”
He burst out laughing, “Innocent?” He looked incredulous. “I’m sorry, but what you were doin’ wasn’t innocent.”
She gasped. “You’re the worst sort of man. What you’ve done to my ward is despicable. She’s covered in your filth.”
I’d tossed the nightgown over my head. The semen was drying, and it itched. I would scrub it off after he left. “It’s all right, Evelyn,” I said. “Don’t fuss. He’s going.”
She snorted. “He must be relieved of his duties! He can’t continue on as expedition overseer.”
His hands went to his hips. “Who’re you gonna get to take my place, Ms. Foster? I’m the only white man around here who knows where Mr. Tennent is. I’m the only one who can find him, period. Good luck replacin’ me.”
“Let’s just forget this all happened,” I said. “It was a terrible misunderstanding. We mustn’t let it derail our mission. Father needs me. It’s imperative I find him.”
Not waiting for a reply, Mr. Collins stepped into his pants and gathered up his sleeping bag. He nodded. “Good evenin’ Miss Tennent.” His appreciative gaze lingered on me. “You sure were a delight tonight, if ya know what I mean. You got the prettiest tits this side of—”
Evelyn shoved him. “You filth! Don’t you look at her like that!”
He was trying not to laugh. “Ya’ll have a good one.” Before the door shut behind him, he quipped, “Let me know if ya see anymore snakes.” The sound of his laughter faded as he walked away.
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