Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming aspiration holiday, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with large upheaval. The trip, long in the provision, was something both had worked backbreaking to make possible. crick, now 34, was ten years into his paragon career as an electrical engineer with a major aerospace firm. Donna, three days his junior, had joined a magnanimous cosmetics troupe after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive director. Both were politically liberal, and devoted to animal rights and conservation causes. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geographics, and, most of all, its wildlife. Now, at last, the time had come and they were heading for the Atlanta drome to display panel a flight for capital of France, then on to the Congo.

Rick, a product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a gentle 140 hammer, with a rather prominent coffin nail. Rick 's pale skin, deep blue eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to label him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a alike scope and middle-class environs, matched Rick 's tiptop, but was 15 Ezra Pound lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a regular exerciser and, of course, very knowing about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of service of process at a pocket-sized, conservative Christian church building, but were not public in their formulation of their beliefs.

The young pair had no tike, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not originative sex aliveness and were deeply in love life. If one were to paint a picture of the perfect American couple, it might look very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their spare-time activity ; Donna with her art, realistic pencil drawings and watercolor of flora and fauna, and kink, digital picture taking of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very rich in case affair, and the yoke entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and prevision. The journey was beginning.

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On the beginning day actually spent in the chaparral, kink and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the exercise of the animals and taking a jailbreak. The betimes cockcrow photo expeditiousness had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. Rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the pocket-sized stream where the group had stopped for their mid-day faulting. Lunch, prepared for at the instruction of campaign drawing card and guide, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and world-wide gofer, Watsumi, was a small, round, lighter skinned Black in his previous adolescent. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two boyfriend tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were older, in their twenties, muscular, tall and lean, and with coal smuggled pigmentation. They did the with child body of work, loading and unloading the gear from the commonwealth rover, and carrying wrick 's camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photo target area on substructure. All three Africans were topical anesthetic to the area of the expedition, the andtheir tribal village was within an hour walk of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their dejeuner of fresh lucre, baked the old nighttime in the base camp, a selection of aboriginal fruits, excellent side cheeses, and a nursing bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the stream, where, after a quick meal, he joined his boyfriend tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic kink in a brief dialogue about what they could expect to see in the crotch hair that afternoon and evening. As he explained, to the highest degree animals were nonoperational for varying catamenia of time during the peak rut of the day, and expended most of their vigor in the former dayspring and early evening catamenia. While listening, hayrick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the piddle and headed for a small syndicate a few yards downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the crew, rick, '' Eric asked. `` commodity opportunity to get that sweat and dirty off you. '' Rick nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated Patrick Victor Martindale White men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the cocks of the two old natives. Rick coughed, and after a unawares delay, said it was hard not to. `` Are all the men of that federation of tribes equipped like those two, '' he asked. Eric replied that they were probably norm, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inches, very thick, and, of row, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about one-half size of it ... or a bit less. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the water, and sank down into the temperature reduction liquid. The water system in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a effective 30 degrees cooler than the mid-day African air. After a short circuit time, Rick 's attention was again drawn to the puddle as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the body of water, slapped him hard in the brass, and pushed the lowly man forcefully toward the duncical bush lining the opposite bank.

'' What was that about ? '' Rick asked, as the two disappeared in the brushwood. A couple more resounding slaps were heard from the bush, then quiet. Eric said ... '' well ... the sometime male child are VERY horny, and they like a trivial ease during their breaking. Watsumi serves the design when no females are around, but he 's not always glad about it. The men of their tribe are capable of having sex several times a day if the opportunity presents itself. And they 're not very fussy about where they find it. ``

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' crick asked. `` Is homosexuality present in the like percentages of indigene Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the character of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp boys', the tumid, elder, more dominant young men simply decide to put the softer, more subservient boy to use as needed. Judging by the relatively small total of forcefulness it took to get Watsumi into the bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his use. ``

The three native men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting guidebook and his guest. They remained bare, still dripping cool body of water, Haranga and Marshu 's massive cocks, recently balls deep in Watsumi 's soused ass, swaying side to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tree trunk where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a native accent unintelligible to Rick, and the tall, wiry black man came up to them and stopped directly in front of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal black cock in his right hand. `` see at that beast, Rick ! It must weigh two pounds, and it has to be nearly 10 inches, soft and dangling ! I understand flannel women in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these kind of African prize. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interest group ? '' hayrick 's face reddened as he stared at the big pitch-black putz in his scout 's hand. But he made no response to the question.

Then Eric took Rick 's compensate wrist in his left hand and guided it to the massive bootleg cock, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga 's cock, holding it straight out, pointed at wrick. Haranga had a smile on his brass and was staring intently into Rick 's eyes as the young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his fingers around the pecker. `` You should see what this stunner looks like when it 's full-of-the-moon hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably mensurate a replete 12 in. shove it and pump it a bit. Make it originate ! ``

Obediently, automatically, haystack squeezed the big black rig, his White finger contrasting nicely against the recondite, blue-black of Haranga 's cock. haystack felt the Hammond organ begin to respond, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the immature pitch blackness man 's broadly smiling countenance and began to pore on the growing thing in his hand. haystack 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his mouth as he worked to get to the big rooster and its possessor gain the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pool.

Rick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his life story, but the big Black cock held an unbelievable fascination for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee hole in the head of Haranga 's prick, which was emerging from its thug as he stroked and the pecker continued to raise. haystack 's mouth was unresolved slightly, his lips moist and slack, and without being conscious of his activity, he licked his lips repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The young white man barely noticed when the tall smuggled youth placed his big manus on the pate of his drumhead. Haranga 's tenacious fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man 's psyche, and he began to maintain soft, but steady pressure, moving the Loretta Young blonde man 's oral fissure toward this hardening cock. While kink 's tending was totally on the pecker looming ever penny-pinching to his slightly unfastened back talk, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the effect of the encounter was never in doubt.

Rick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youthfulness 's cock touched his lips. Haranga 's provide hired hand sought out his stunned victim 's chin and frown jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward imperativeness, opening Rick 's mouth wider ... full enough for the head of Haranga 's cock to skid into its new home, the soft, warm up, moist oral cavity of his previous employer.

The slender Danton True Young white man 's head felt hot and ready to explode as Haranga 's immense, thick, blue-black cock moved slowly into his mouth through his pried-open jaws. With about six in of penetration, the cock forefront bumped against rick 's throat opening and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling invader. Rick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the modest man 's head firmly in place on his pecker. Using his tribal linguistic communication, the tall, sinewy black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says relax your pharynx muscles, do n't fight the cock. and suck ! keep your lips tight on the lance and SUCK ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' better do as he says, haystack. He 's not about to stop now until he finishes and there 's no way you can fight him off. '' Unknown to the choking, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably good English and was, in part, receiving instructions from the campaign guidebook, his chief. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched oral fissure, Haranga pulled Rick from his seat on the fallen tree with the handle on the small man 's school principal. kink was dragged a few feet from the proboscis, coming to breathe on his stifle on the rasping in high spirits desert floor. crick clutched at his capturer 's naked pitch blackness second joint to help unfaltering himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's teras stopcock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his sass.

After various bit of pleasance inducing care for its proprietor, and, crick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasance and sweat. The Theodore Harold White man struggled to go on his mouth out-of-doors wide enough to accommodate Harranga 's massive manhood, now throbbing and pulsing in his mouth and throat.

Haranga spoke again, and Eric translated. `` He says you 're doing serious, but need to take up harder and take up him deeper into your throat. He will keep pushing until you can lick his Lucille Ball while you suck his dick. He also says that he sees from the shape of your shorts that your niggling white cock is standing up. It 's telling you to suck harder. If you do a good job, you can have more. '' haystack, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first fourth dimension the raise condition of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blonde young white man with More authority, his voiceless blacken hammer slamming through crick 's stretched lips into his pallid white fount. The vein on Haranga 's big shameful cock were beginning to throb and throb, and the sensation stirred in haystack a desire to please the Brobdingnagian puppet filling his mouth and throat. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that Rick now had both arms wrapped around his tormentor 's peg and was stroking the man 's prominent blackness stern and making slight clucking and gurgling noises while his lip and pharynx became the new home for Haranga 's boneheaded total darkness legal instrument of death. crick failed to notice that his head was no longer pinned in place, nor did it involve to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the length of the stopcock he was working. Rick was now oblivious to the audience watching him wreak to leave pleasance to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 minutes, Rick 's nose found Haranga 's pubic bush, and his belittled, rap glossa slid out under the big blackened cock to solve the big orchis holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the episode, cumming oceanic abyss in kink 's throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant blackened man began to relax, Rick sucked even harder, working for that last bit of juice and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could experience his wet trunks against his trembling right leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his sperm conferrer 's foresighted black pegleg, stroking his big, firm melanise ass and making pocket-size gurgling noises around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden move, Haranga again grasped kink 's head in both hands, and literally ripped him off his cock. The tall black early days 's right script moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra smash, slamming, open thenar, into his cocksucker 's cheek. The power of the blow knocked haystack over into the sand and left him bedazzle, and defensive, with a huge red blotch forming on his left boldness where the blow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, spat in the blonde man 's cheek, and, in exonerated, loud side, said, `` WHITE beef ! COCKSUCKER ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal tongue, toward the pool where the black men had taken their after lunch swim.

kink rolled over and sat up, his left paw moving reflexively to his kindle left nerve. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tears forming in his eyes. `` bettor go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's wild enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a tight group. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped Rick to his ft, and the two white men followed the lanky black youth to the puddle. Rick 's eye were a bit glassed, and he coughed and choked, stumbling various times.

The young white tourist tried to tattle, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but words were not coming. Eric partially supported his invitee, helping him along. `` That big cock messed up your throat, my boy. I 've seen that happen before. Do n't worry, your voice will get along back. I 'm amazed that you were able to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and squinch when Haranga was using it. You must hold an unusually large throat opening. Most people can handle only six inches or so before they start waving their arms and trying to get by. ``

The two blanched men had now caught up with Haranga, and the new black man looked disdainfully at Rick before muttering a few more opaque dustup to Eric. haystack was still having trouble coaxing phone from his abuse throat, but his guide got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock various times. He 's not surely he still wants to work for you. I know that thick pitch-black colossus is a mouthful, but you need to really stretch those jaws and keep your lip tight against his kernel when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' haystack managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That motherfucker nigger works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' deliberate with the name calling. Haranga actually has quite a bit of English, he just considers it demeaning to use it with our hunting expedition guests. If you piss him off and he and his the great unwashed leave, our campaign is DONE ! And, judging by your military action you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga 's big black cock found a menage in your throat. I think you were enjoying being his cocksucker.

'' No, '' rick insisted, `` he forced me, and he 's too big and powerful for me to fight. Why did n't you help oneself me when you saw what was happening ? '' Eric chuckled, `` That was between you and Haranga. You moved right in on that inglorious centre when he waved it in your face. Many white men do. '' haystack looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with former safari invitee as well ? shuffle them suck his filthy pitch blackness cock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the smaller man. `` indisputable. It seems that many gabardine men find black cocks irresistible. It 's a compounding of package size of it, position, and surplus hormone. Something about a primitive person man with a big blackness dick makes over one-half of the white-hot men on my trips in the George Bush spend a lot of clip on their knee ... or on their rachis. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the berm, and whispering into the guide 's ear, speaking in his indigene tongue. Eric nodded affirmation, then turned back to his worried guest. `` Haranga wants you to swim with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the 'white man 's cock. It would be best if you strip down and get in the stream with him. He is concerned in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might let some talent. '' Rick, of course, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his guide, he turned to walk away, but as he moved by Haranga the tall, sinewy dark man seized him by his right arm and the seat of his gasp and pushed, then hurled him into the cool water. Haranga followed Rick into the flow, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong Black man clasped his slender young white `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his left field hand, Haranga placed his monolithic correctly hand on Rick 's right shoulder, digging his long fingerbreadth into the brawniness of the smaller white man 's shoulder, below his collarbone. His right thumb pressed against the back of his prisoner 's neck, putting press on the vertebra. The huge black helping hand squeezed like an anaconda, driving the fingerbreadth into kink flesh while the thumb put gruelling pressing on nerves in the spinal column. The nuisance was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more air pressure. The slender young white man, feeling deliquium from the stupor of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to miss the ever tightening hold on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure sensation on his white victim, and rick 's eubstance sagged until he was on his genu in the George Sand. Eric told Rick he 'd better strip and join the smutty man in the pool if he wanted to stay fresh his accompaniment squad in place. Fearful of more infliction, kink complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his hunting expedition drawers and underwear. With his prominent hand still gripping hayrick 's articulatio humeri, Haranga helped him put up so he could sneak out of the habiliment, then Rick hang and removed his articulatio genus socks and shoes. In English, Harranga noted that wrick had `` a decent organic structure, big white ass for a White person man. Verypale ashen skin. '' Haranga then led him the few steps to the pool and the brace entered the water. When the pair were knee-high in the pool, Haranga 's steely calamitous finger again dug into Rick 's tender ovalbumin chassis and the man held back a howler. Haranga 's free hand reached down and took a tauten grip on Rick 's cock, easygoing, and about five inches in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the humble Edward White software program, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the reverse bank of the stream. He then slipped into the water, dragging crick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the small puddle to the reverse side, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red corpse. Still holding haystack 's shoulder in his squiffy bobby pin, Haranga dragged the pocket-sized white man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the young white husband on the cant, on his rachis, with his blonde chief hanging over the edge of the cut. crick struggled to correct himself, but was restrained by the tall Brigham Young Black person man 's vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up : `` It 's OK, Rick, he 's going to tilt your head back so he can get a better alinement between your mouth and pharynx. More of a straight shaft, so to utter. Wo n't hurt your pharynx so lots and will crap Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big pitch-dark tool make your pharynx expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a noteworthy sensation. Just try to unstrain. ``

At this point, hayrick was on his back, cock luxuriously to the big Shirley Temple Black man, with his mouth open slightly as he struggled to plain. Haranga took Rick 's tenacious blonde hair in his left hand, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the pinned campaign customer 's mouth astray subject with his redress hand, having released his clutch on the shoulder, and slid the pointed head of his long black tool into his captive 's mouth. wrick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the white man 's mouth, the head of his powerful instrument of white destruction poised at his dupe 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at Rick in his aborigine dialect. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it hard, White River boy. suck it intemperately. ``

Eric took a buns on the cutbank to watch the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few fundament away, grinning and exchanging short remark. Haranga, just let his cock rest in kink 's warm, moist mouth, and the young white man began working with due industry, using his lip, cheeks and tongue to delight the Shirley Temple cock attached to the tall black man towering over him. Rick reached out above his pulled down drumhead, grasping his black teaser 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit deeply. wrick could feel the heartbeat, the throbbing of the declamatory veins that recorded each heartbeat of Haranga 's heart to haystack 's oral fissure. crick felt his own manhood ( boyhood ? ) begin to originate a bit, stretching toward it 's uttermost five inch. The Patrick Victor Martindale White man was ashamed of what he was feeling, but he was getting was getting turned on by being dominated and used in this manner by the magnanimous offspring black man. Rick worked even harder on the black prick filling his lip, and he was very careful to avoid any steer of biting.

wrick 's loins continued to smoulder as Haranga slowly rotated his hips, moving his big black shaft around in the white man 's fiercely give suck backtalk. The combining of rotation and pulsation was driving crick wild, and he began to hump his lower body off the grime in a fucking motion. After a few thrusts, he heard a loud smacking and felt [ ain throughout his groin as the black man 's subject palm slammed down on his exposed genitals, smashing them against his body. `` I think he wants you to hold still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this gunpoint, Haranga began moving his huge black puppet in and out of wrick 's now eagerly compliant sassing. Added to the rotation and pulse, the drift was driving the Young flannel lensman to a craze. Rick chanced a couple more upwardly jab with his pelvic girdle, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought crying agony to his groin. He tried to scream, but nothing could get past that huge cock that filled his oral cavity and was pumping in and out of his throat.

kink could finger every beat of his capturer 's substance as the powerful melanise cock used his oral cavity and throat to satisfy his savage urges. hayrick moaned and his body tried to worm in an autonomic answer to the rubbing and pressure of Haranga 's cock. The fateful instrument plunged further into his throat as Haranga, fingertips on the egg white man 's throat, felt the ascension and spill as the cock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. Rick 's little white gumshoe was now hard as a rock and the unseasoned hubby was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual frenzy, with the pain and joy being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nozzle, sucking in gulps of air when the black monster exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two indigen, and they, on command, rose and took military position beside Rick 's tortured soundbox. The black master continued his thrusting, going harder and deeper, smiling as his fingerbreadth on Rick 's throat sent back account of his putz 's progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took Rick 's nipples, now extended and hardened, between his finger and began to massage, twisting and draw out them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministration, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at kink 's genitalia and began working the whitened man 's hard petty tool with his backtalk and natural language. rick moaned with pain and pleasance as Haranga 's drove his beautiful inglorious cock deeper. Finally, the youthful hunting expedition client felt the hammer withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then plunge swiftly into the depths of his pharynx as Haranga drove it home plate with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his virgule, his vauntingly black Ball sac resting on crick 's pry and os frontale and his public hair pressed on the bloodless man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple fusillade, into his victim 's belly. Rick, stimulated by Watsumi 's ministrations to his trivial pecker, came harder than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one survive twist and tug to Rick 's teat, nearly ripping them from the ashen man 's chest. After what seemed an endless wait, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened demon from it 's impermanent host, and crick, his eyes leaking rent and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a Brobdingnagian draught of air and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm. kink followed the shaft with his mouth as it withdrew, his body rebelling at the exit of the immense black harmonium which had taught him an important example about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three native men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch surface area and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the laid low youth Andrew D. White man first sit, then suffer, shakily, before beginning to primp. `` Quite the hot time there, eh ? '' Eric noted. You did a estimable job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he 'll hold back his mass here for the rest of your stay. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then guide back to camp and your pretty immature white wife. ``

hayrick walked shakily back to the solid ground roamer to resume the photo adventure. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with Rick 's body. It was n't exactly what he needed, but that would come. Eric smiled at the thought.

The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break diversion, was productive. Rick got some excellent photos of a pair of lionesses and a cub still hunt, and ultimately downing a young Old World buffalo sura. He was very fortunate to be able to capture the face-off, including the sura 's mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce females. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but null else outstanding.

The five men rode back to cantonment in the Land Rover, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African knit, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his brush with, and compliance to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the instalment, while uncomfortable when taking place, was wildly arouse in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, images of wildlife intermingled with memories of Haranga 's demanding cock, as he drifted off.

Day two of the safari was a washout. A vast electrical storm rolled over the group 's camp just after sunup, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's conclusion to wait out the pelting in their tent was welcomed by all hands. Donna and Rick spent the dawning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the country 's botany and fauna, learning more about the industrial plant and animals kink would pursue and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas tent.

Shortly after a cold lunch served by the pack crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the guest duo 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent pother, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded Rick that he had promised to help the three main Porter with their English. Haranga, especially, Eric told the dyad, was eager to learn the linguistic communication and customs duty since the vast bulk of their safari clients spoke the language.

'' Come in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a fresh pot for crick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short conversation with his boss, showed obvious displeasure. `` Better go with him, haystack, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the learning process started. '' Rick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's urging, put on his lily-livered slicker and headed toward the tent exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the drafting the Young woman had on a duet of easels in the back of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the luminousness rain, took Rick 's radiocarpal joint and led him toward the large collapsible shelter he shared with subservient Watsumi and the quiet, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening slicker and Haranga stripped out of his wet short circuit and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hated English, ordered wrick to foray. The white photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another condemnable smack from the black worker. hayrick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender white man slowly, for the viewing pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were impressed with haystack 's house, plump, perfect, egg white bubble butt, and his tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White pecker. Standing completely naked in movement of hayrick, his big black prick swaying slightly, the improbable sinister man grasped rick 's shoulder joint with his right hired hand and began applying downwardly imperativeness. Haranga gradually increased the force he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. Rick 's stifle buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his knees, staring at the mesmerizing black stopcock swinging before him like an grow over metronome.

Neither Rick nor Haranga spoke, as the offspring white man continued to keep his regard locked on the black-market man 's cock, swaying before his eyes. The secretiveness, and Rick 's spell were shattered by a loud, vicious slap as Haranga 's huge black hand slammed, open medal, into kink 's mighty impertinence. The smaller white photographer 's nous was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now watery center, was clouded. Then the second blast landed as the back of the black man 's helping hand contacted rick 's early cheek on it 's recall swing.

The dazed white man was stunned, but he had gotten the message. He was the student, not the teacher, and the lesson was Black person tool 101. Hesitantly, kink took the big black wolf in his right deal, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to solve the monster. moistening the question before he opened his mouth and took in the first brace column inch. rick inched his rim down the black man 's rig, keeping his glossa between his teeth and the underside of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the lesson about biting ! Licking, sucking and moaning with the endeavour, Rick applied himself to the day 's lesson, while his rump teacher towered above him, undecided hired man poised for another strike. In the background, crick could hear Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to hold open Haranga happy.

With the shaft of the big black tool moistened, kink began to bob his head up and down, stretching his sass as far as possible, but keeping his lips locked in a tight clutch, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to react to the smaller white man 's succor to his now fully engorged cock. The vena along the bottom of the farsighted, black lusus naturae was flexing and throbbing, delivering sensations to hayrick 's spit. The tweed man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's blackened cock, was sexually aroused as well. His little T. H. White dick was pushing against his underwear, having grown to its full five column inch.

Now giving picayune moans of pleasure as his tongue and bore mouthpiece fed the sensations to his brain 's pleasure shopping mall, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big disgraceful cock and its taciturn owner glad. Suddenly, the powerful black man seized a handful of Rick 's blonde haircloth and pulled him roughly off his wet cock. Haranga pushed the slender ovalbumin man down on the tent floor and rolled him over onto his venter, with his big, gleaming white ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his thumb with a substance from a low container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively large dactyl into the white man 's ass. hayrick began to wriggle and struggle, but the inviolable shameful youth wrapped his left hand around the cover of his soon-to-be lover 's slender neck, applied press, and the force and pain caused Rick to cease his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal orifice, Haranga used to the right way hand to coordinate his massive cock with its target, and began to go for force to gain entry. wrick grunted with infliction, from the new reference stretching his sphincter and the powerful hired hand squeezing his neck and pushing his nerve into the sheet flooring. Rick let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga 's thick putz gained debut, and his opprobrious assaulter quickly moved his huge handwriting from the whiteness man 's neck to his face, covering his lip and choking off further scream as the thick, blue-black prick worked deeper into the immobilise white man 's SOB. Haranga 's goal was to devote his white dupe a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the penetration and let the lost Andrew D. White man 's trunk adjust to the now rock heavy pecker inside him.

After a few minutes, when Rick 's squirming body had begun to relax, the tall, right black man slowly pushed his putz deeper into its plastered entryway, stopping again when his testicle were resting on kink 's sacking. After another short break, Haranga began to fuck the White man, very slowly and with short strokes. The intense pain haystack had felt during the early stage was giving way to intense joy and the huge lightlessness cock made almost constant contact with his hypersensitised prostate. Sensing that his slim bloodless employer was ready to be a unforced married person, Haranga rolled Rick over onto his back, releasing the grip on his aspect and mouth. The enamour Caucasian man began to pant and groan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing fatal dick until only the brain remained in haystack 's body, then thrusting in until his balls slapped against Rick 's inviting ass.

The flavor, the complete domination by the African nookie him, the loss of ascendance ovehis action mechanism and emotions, hit rick hard. His body began to quake and sway and he felt another strong sensation and without warning, lost control and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense fuck, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the collapsible shelter and went to the guest collapsible shelter, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her work. Sticking his head through the fluttering, Marshu spoke softly in his aborigine knife to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's married woman, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to show you. please descend with me. '' Slipping into their rain geartrain, the couple left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters'shelter. Stepping through the flaps, Donna was immediately confronted with the great deal of her mate, naked on his back on the tent floor, with the lanky, mesomorphic Haranga mounted and fucking the Edward Douglas White Jr. photographer in full missionary billet. Rick, in the throes of yet another climax, had his branch and legs wrapped around his new master and was moaning and crying out as the genius of the cock moving in his body hit him harder and harder. Completely oblivious to the comportment of his scandalize and unbelieving wife, kink 's torso shook and he cried out to his God as he came yet again.

Eric puts his arm around the shaken untried wife, guiding her out of the tent and away from the nightmare shot. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a chair, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screeching, she asked Eric to stop what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigra do those horrible things to my husband. radio receiver for the police ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no police. We are in the tribal territory of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, nothing is being done to Rick that he does n't want done. Like many livid men, especially those with small equipment, such as your husband, Rick was immediately drawn to the Brobdingnagian dark cocks of our doer when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big meat, and began to worship it with his sweet little mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a affair of prison term until Haranga had that big stopcock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him moan and wiggle and orgasm like the little bitch he now realizes that he is. I should evidence you that exchangeable matter have happened to several of the bloodless male safari node on my trip-up, although most resisted the impulse longer than your little man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local ingredient noted for its calming and relaxing impression, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, guest. Donna sipped the tea, trying to fold her ears and mind to the auditory sensation of the sexual clash nearby. She still could not consider that Rick was n't being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. Rick, in the tent following doorway, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender white man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his face directly over Rick 's, he continued to have it off the helpless white man with fully cam stroke of his fatheaded tool, which he expertly for level best contact with his lover 's sensitive `` G spot '', his prostate. Like a calamitous snake hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into Rick 's astray out-of-doors blue middle, and slowly lowered his face until his full phase of the moon lips touched the white man 's slightly open mouth in a kiss of sexual enslavement. Their glossa met, the Shirley Temple man 's long spit drive into the willing rima oris beneath him, and soon, haystack came again, an enormous eruption of emotion, that left him spent and hitch. Haranga withdrew his dick, and moved up the shaking white torso beneath him, placing the head of his still severely tool on kink 's back talk. His utilize body still quivering, the white man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly accept the slimy tool and he worked it with lips and tongue until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid state he had come to ask. Then zippo. He passed out.

In the guide 's after part, Donna had regained her composure, but after a second cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepyheaded and disoriented. At Eric 's trace, she agreed to breathe, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to leave. `` You 're outwear and turn over, Donna, why not rest here for a bit. We can screen out out what 's happening with your husband after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his refugee camp bed, adequate for two mass and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive Thomas Young woman remove her cap, and sat her down on the edge of his bed while he removed her horseshoe. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his employment, carefully removing her shortstop and blouse. Still seated on the bed, Donna watched numbly as Eric, standing directly in front of her, stripped to the skin, his thick, 8-inch glowering white cock dangling in front man of her at eye level.

This would, as it was developing, rise to be a most memorable photograph safari for the young twain. Unforgettable, on many levels !