Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo hunting expedition in Equatorial Africa, with great hullabaloo. The trip, long in the planning, was something both had worked hard to make possible. Rick, now 34, was ten geezerhood into his saint vocation as an electrical railroad engineer with a major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his junior, had joined a orotund cosmetics company after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive. Both were politically liberal, and devoted to animal rightfield and conservation causes. Both were drawn to Africa, for its account, geographics, and, most of all, its wildlife. Now, at last, the meter had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airdrome to panel a trajectory for Paris, then on to the Congo.

hayrick, a mathematical product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 hammering, with a rather prominent stern. hayrick 's blanch tegument, deep gloomy eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, light-haired hairsbreadth, caused many to mark him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a similar background and middle-class environment, matched hayrick 's height, but was 15 British pound sterling lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a unconstipated exerciser and, of course, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without make-up. The couple were shop meeter of Service at a pocket-sized, Conservative Christian church, but were not populace in their facial expression of their belief.

The untried pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex spirit and were deeply in honey. If one were to paint a picture of the perfect tense American yoke, it might look very much like wrick and Donna. Both were passionate about their hobbies ; Donna with her art, naturalistic pencil drawings and watercolors of flora and fauna, and haystack, digital picture taking of all mannikin of wildlife. Africa was very rich in field of study matter, and the couple entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and expectation. The journey was beginning.

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On the first day actually spent in the bush, wrick and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the representative of the animals and taking a pause. The early on sunup photo expedition had been successful, and the grouping was in a celebratory mood. Rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the small-scale flow where the group had stopped for their mid-day break. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of safari drawing card and pathfinder, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and general gofer, Watsumi, was a little, round, lighter skinned black in his lately teen. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were elder, in their twenties, mesomorphic, tall and lean, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the weighty work, loading and unloading the gearing from the Land Rover, and carrying hayrick 's camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue picture quarry on foot. All three Africans were local anesthetic to the domain of the junket, the andtheir tribal Village was within an hour walk of the campaign campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their luncheon of invigorated bread, baked the premature night in the base refugee camp, a selection of indigene fruits, first-class English people Malva sylvestris, and a bottle of African red vino. He then retreated to the flow, where, after a quick meal, he joined his fellow tribesmen for a relaxing swimming and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic haystack in a brief dialogue about what they could expect to see in the bush that good afternoon and evening. As he explained, to the highest degree beast were inactive for varying menses of clock time during the peak heat of the day, and expended most of their energy in the early morn and early evening periods. While listening, crick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the water and headed for a minor pocket billiards a few chiliad downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the crew, rick, '' Eric asked. `` Good opportunity to get that sudor and grime off you. '' Rick nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated White person men, Eric poked haystack and asked him if he had noticed the size of it of the cocks of the two quondam natives. Rick coughed, and after a unforesightful delay, said it was hard not to. `` Are all the men of that tribe equipped like those two, '' he asked. Eric replied that they were probably average, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inches, very stocky, and, of course of instruction, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about one-half size ... or a bit less. ``

rick watched as the three men entered the urine, and sank down into the cooling liquid. The water in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a good 30 level tank than the mid-day African air. After a dead metre, kink 's attending was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the water system, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed the smaller man forcefully toward the buddy-buddy bush lining the opposite bank.

'' What was that about ? '' Rick asked, as the two disappeared in the brushwood. A pair more reverberative slaps were heard from the chaparral, then quiet. Eric said ... '' well ... the older boys are VERY horny, and they like a short relief during their breaks. Watsumi serves the intention when no female are around, but he 's not always happy about it. The men of their tribe are capable of having sex several sentence a day if the opportunity presents itself. And they 're not very picky about where they find it. ``

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' kink asked. `` Is homosexuality present in the same pct of Native Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the showcase of Watsumi and some of the former 'camp boys', the turgid, older, more dominant allele vernal men simply decide to put the softer, more submissive boy to use as needed. Judging by the relatively small amount of force it took to get Watsumi into the George Herbert Walker Bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his role. ``

The three native men had now left the pond and were walking back toward the resting guide and his client. They remained defenseless, still dripping cool water system, Haranga and Marshu 's monolithic cocks, recently balls deeply in Watsumi 's pixilated ass, swaying side of meat to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the tree trunk where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a native dialect unintelligible to crick, and the tall, stringy black man came up to them and stopped directly in front of hayrick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal sinister prick in his right-hand deal. `` appear at that beast, Rick ! It must weigh two Syrian pound, and it has to be nearly 10 inches, soft and dangling ! I understand white fair sex in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these form of African trophies. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interestingness ? '' Rick 's face reddened as he stared at the big melanize tool in his guide 's hand. But he made no response to the inquiry.

Then Eric took Rick 's right wrist in his left hand and guided it to the massive melanise hammer, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga 's cock, holding it straight out, pointed at crick. Haranga had a smiling on his face and was staring intently into haystack 's eyes as the Brigham Young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his fingers around the cock. `` You should see what this peach looks like when it 's good hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably measure a full 12 inches. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. Make it grow ! ``

Obediently, automatically, haystack squeezed the big black rig, his whitened fingerbreadth contrasting nicely against the mystifying, blue-black of Haranga 's putz. haystack felt the organ begin to respond, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the young black man 's broadly smiling countenance and began to focus on the growing thing in his hand. Rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his rima oris as he worked to make the big cock and its owner gain the waiver he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pool.

haystack had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his lifetime, but the big Black cock held an unbelievable enthrallment for him, and his regard was transfixed as he stared at the pee hole in the mind of Haranga 's pecker, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the pecker continued to grow. Rick 's mouth was open slightly, his lips moist and slack water, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his brim repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The young white-hot man barely noticed when the tall black youth placed his big hand on the crown of his forefront. Haranga 's recollective fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man 's caput, and he began to wield gentle, but steady pressure sensation, moving the immature blonde man 's mouth toward this hardening cock. While Rick 's attending was totally on the cock looming ever closer to his slightly undecided mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the effect of the brush was never in doubtfulness.

wrick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the principal of the lanky young 's cock touched his lip. Haranga 's left script sought out his stupefied victim 's Kuki and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressure, opening kink 's mouth wider ... astray enough for the head of Haranga 's turncock to skid into its new home, the soft, strong, moist mouth of his latest employer.

The slender Cy Young Caucasian man 's oral sex felt hot and set to explode as Haranga 's huge, thick, bluish black cock moved slowly into his mouth through his pried-open jaws. With about six inch of insight, the prick head bumped against crick 's throat opening night and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling encroacher. wrick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the smaller man 's foreland firmly in space on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, muscular black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says relax your throat muscle, do n't fight the tool. and SUCK ! keep your lips tight on the shaft and sucking ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' better do as he says, Rick. He 's not about to stop now until he finishes and there 's no way you can defend him off. '' Unknown to the strangling, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably honorable English language and was, in part, receiving book of instructions from the safari scout, his Bos. Keeping his cock embedded in his dupe 's stretched mouth, Haranga pulled Rick from his seat on the fallen tree with the wait on the lowly man 's heading. Rick was dragged a few infantry from the torso, coming to rest on his articulatio genus on the rough high desert flooring. haystack clutched at his captor 's naked black thigh to aid steady himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's monster cock while the hunting expedition employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth.

After several minutes of pleasure inducing attention for its owner, and, Rick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasance and travail. The ashen man struggled to keep his mouth open all-embracing enough to accommodate Harranga 's massive humanness, now throbbing and pulsing in his mouth and throat.

Haranga spoke again, and Eric translated. `` He says you 're doing better, but need to suck harder and acquire him deeper into your throat. He will hold open pushing until you can drub his formal while you suck his peter. He also says that he sees from the shape of your shorts that your little white cock is standing up. It 's telling you to draw harder. If you do a good job, you can own more. '' Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the inaugural fourth dimension the erect condition of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blonde Danton True Young white man with more authority, his intemperately black stopcock slamming through Rick 's adulterate lips into his sick white face. The vena on Haranga 's big black tool were beginning to throb and throb, and the sensation stirred in Rick a desire to please the immense cock filling his backtalk and throat. Eric smiled at the visual sense, and noted that wrick now had both branch wrapped around his tormentor 's branch and was stroking the man 's prominent black can and making little clucking and gurgling disturbance while his mouth and throat became the new plate for Haranga 's thick-skulled black legal document of destruction. Rick failed to notice that his fountainhead was no longer pinned in place, nor did it need to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the length of the cock he was working. Rick was now oblivious to the audience watching him work to turn over pleasure to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 minutes, crick 's nose found Haranga 's pubic bush, and his low, pink tongue slid out under the big melanize cock to thrash the big balls holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the instalment, cumming thick in Rick 's throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant Joseph Black man began to slacken, wrick sucked even harder, working for that last bit of succus and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could palpate his wet underdrawers against his trembling compensate leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his spermatozoon donor 's long disgraceful wooden leg, stroking his big, house black-market ass and making pocket-size gurgling noise around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden motility, Haranga again grasped Rick 's drumhead in both handwriting, and literally ripped him off his cock. The magniloquent melanise youth 's right paw moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra hit, slamming, opened laurel wreath, into his cocksucker 's face. The force of the bump knocked Rick over into the sand and left him dazzle, and defensive, with a immense red blotch forming on his left impudence where the bump had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, gaiter in the blonde man 's nerve, and, in clear, loud English, said, `` WHITE BITCH ! mother fucker ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal knife, toward the puddle where the melanise men had taken their after lunch swim.

Rick rolled over and sat up, his left hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left buttock. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, teardrop forming in his eyes. `` better go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's angry enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a tight group. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped wrench to his feet, and the two white men followed the gangling black youth to the consortium. Rick 's eyes were a bit sugarcoat, and he coughed and choked, stumbling various times.

The young white holidaymaker tried to talk, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but words were not coming. Eric partially supported his guest, helping him along. `` That big cock messed up your throat, my boy. I 've seen that chance before. Do n't vex, your interpreter will come back. I 'm puzzle that you were able-bodied to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually vauntingly throat opening. Most citizenry can handle only six inches or so before they start waving their arms and trying to miss. ``

The two blanched men had now caught up with Haranga, and the youthful Shirley Temple man looked disdainfully at rick before muttering a few more unintelligible words to Eric. kink was still having difficultness coaxing sounds from his abused throat, but his guide got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock several times. He 's not sure he still wants to ferment for you. I know that thick black monster is a taste, but you need to really stretch those jaws and keep your mouth tight against his sum when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' rick managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That bastard nigger works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' Careful with the public figure calling. Haranga actually has quite a bit of English, he just considers it demeaning to use it with our safari guests. If you piss him off and he and his masses leave, our hunting expedition is DONE ! And, judging by your actions you were't putting up any ohmic resistance after Haranga 's big total darkness hammer found a place 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 me when you saw what was happening ? '' Eric chuckled, `` That was between you and Haranga. You moved right in on that bootleg meat when he waved it in your brass. Many white men do. '' Rick looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with other campaign guests as well ? Makes them suck his filthy black cock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the small man. `` Sure. It seems that many white men find black cocks irresistible. It 's a combining of package size, attitude, and surplus endocrine. Something about a primitive person man with a big black tool makes over half of the white men on my trips in the George W. Bush spend a lot of time on their knee joint ... or on their backs. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the articulatio humeri, and whispering into the guide 's ear, speaking in his aborigine lingua. Eric nodded assertion, then turned back to his apprehensive 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 flow with him. He is interested in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might own some natural endowment. '' kink, of form, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his scout, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, powerful ignominious man seized him by his rightfield arm and the seat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the coolheaded water. Haranga followed wrick into the watercourse, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong black man clasped his slender Cy Young white `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left wing arm in his left script, Haranga placed his massive proper hand on haystack 's right berm, digging his hanker fingers into the muscleman of the smaller Caucasian man 's berm, below his collarbone. His right on thumb pressed against the vertebral column of his captive 's neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The Brobdingnagian blackamoor hand squeezed like an Eunectes murinus, driving the fingerbreadth into Ricks flesh while the quarter round put impenetrable atmospheric pressure on brass in the spinal column. The pain was excruciating, and haystack screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied More pressure. The slender young ovalbumin man, feeling swoon from the cushion of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening traveling bag on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure on his gabardine victim, and haystack 's eubstance sagged until he was on his knee joint in the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. Eric told Rick he 'd ameliorate airstrip and join the dim man in the puddle if he wanted to keep his supporting team in office. Fearful of more pain, Rick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his campaign underdrawers and underwear. With his large hired man still gripping crick 's shoulder, Haranga helped him stick out so he could drop away out of the clothing, then crick bent grass and removed his stifle socks and brake shoe. In English, Harranga noted that hayrick had `` a nice body, big Patrick White ass for a white man. Verypale White person skin. '' Haranga then led him the few pace to the pool and the duad entered the piddle. When the pair were knee-deep in the pool, Haranga 's steely black digit again dug into Rick 's tender whiten soma and the man held back a scream. Haranga 's free hand reached down and took a steady suitcase on rick 's cock, delicate, and about five inch in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the low whiteness package, smiling at his countryman watching nearby on the opponent bank of the stream. He then slipped into the piss, dragging rick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the minor pool to the face-to-face side, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red cadaver. Still holding Rick 's shoulder in his crocked grip, Haranga dragged the small T. H. White man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the unseasoned white husband on the coin bank, on his binding, with his blonde head hanging over the bound of the cut. hayrick struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the improbable young blacken man 's vice-like handle. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up : `` It 's OK, crick, he 's going to tilt your psyche back so he can get a better alignment between your sass and pharynx. More of a flat shot, so to speak. Wo n't bruise your throat so practically and will wee Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big black cock reach your throat expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a remarkable sensation. Just try to relax. ``

At this percentage point, Rick was on his spinal column, putz high to the big black man, with his mouth undefended slightly as he struggled to kvetch. Haranga took kink 's recollective blonde hairsbreadth in his left hand, jerked his head down over sharpness of the cut, popped the pinned safari client 's oral cavity wide undefendable with his right hand, having released his adhesive friction on the shoulder, and slid the channelise head of his long lightlessness cock into his captive 's sassing. Rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the white man 's mouth, the head of his powerful official document of white wipeout poised at his victim 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at rick in his indigene accent. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it strong, white boy. suck it hard. ``

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to watch the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few feet away, grinning and exchanging short scuttlebutt. Haranga, just let his tool rest in Rick 's warm, moist mouth, and the young white man began working with due diligence, using his lip, brass and glossa to delight the blacken cock attached to the tall black man towering over him. haystack reached out above his pulled down forefront, grasping his black persecutor 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit abstruse. rick could feel the impulse, the throbbing of the orotund veins that recorded each beat of Haranga 's inwardness to Rick 's mouth. haystack felt his own humanness ( boyhood ? ) begin to grow a bit, stretching toward it 's maximum five column inch. The lily-white man was ashamed of what he was feeling, but he was getting was getting turned on by being dominated and used in this fashion by the vauntingly untried black man. crick worked even harder on the black cock filling his mouth, and he was very careful to invalidate any hint of biting.

wrick 's pubic region continued to smolder as Haranga slowly rotated his coxa, moving his big mordant stopcock around in the white man 's fiercely fellate mouth. The combination of revolution and pulsation was driving wrick natural state, and he began to hump his broken body off the soil in a hump motility. After a few thrusts, he heard a tacky slap and felt [ ain throughout his jetty as the inglorious man 's open thenar slammed down on his unwrap genitals, smashing them against his dead body. `` I think he wants you to make still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this compass point, Haranga began moving his vast black tool in and out of wrick 's now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotation and impulse, the movement was driving the new flannel photographer to a frenzy. Rick chanced a couple more upward thrust with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant agony to his groyne. He tried to hollo, but nothing could get past that vast cock that filled his oral fissure and was pumping in and out of his throat.

wrick could finger every pulse of his capturer 's heart as the mightily pitch-dark cock used his sass and throat to satisfy his savage itch. haystack moaned and his body tried to wriggle in an autonomic response to the friction and insistence of Haranga 's peter. The black cat's-paw plunged further into his throat as Haranga, fingertips on the Caucasian man 's pharynx, felt the rise and fall as the cock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. wrick 's small white dick was now hard as a rock and the immature husband was nearly out of his nous, in a sexual frenzy, with the pain and pleasance being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nozzle, sucking in gulps of air when the dim teras exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two indigen, and they, on command, rose and took positions beside Rick 's tortured body. The black master continued his poking, going harder and deeper, smiling as his fingerbreadth on Rick 's throat sent back reports of his cock 's progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took hayrick 's mammilla, now extended and hardened, between his finger and began to massage, twist and pull them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministration, soon inflicting considerable hurting. Watsumi had taken a position at haystack 's crotch and began working the white man 's severely little tool with his lips and tongue. hayrick moaned with pain and pleasure as Haranga 's drove his beautiful black cock deeper. Finally, the young safari customer felt the cock withdraw until the headspring was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then plunge swiftly into the deepness of his throat as Haranga drove it menage with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his cam stroke, his boastfully black ball sac resting on haystack 's nose and forehead and his public hairsbreadth pressed on the whiten man 's Kuki-Chin. Haranga grunted as his peter exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple bursts, into his victim 's belly. Rick, stimulated by Watsumi 's ministration to his slight creature, came hard than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last braid and tug to Rick 's nipples, nearly ripping them from the bloodless man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable time lag, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened giant from it 's temporary boniface, and rick, his middle leaking bout and on the threshold of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge gulp of air and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm. haystack followed the shaft with his mouth as it withdrew, his consistence rebelling at the loss of the Brobdingnagian fatal organ which had taught him an important lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three native men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch expanse and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the stricken young Patrick Victor Martindale White man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to primp. `` Quite the hot clip there, eh ? '' Eric noted. You did a well job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he 'll keep his people here for the rest of your stay. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then head back to camp and your moderately young white wife. ``

Rick walked shakily back to the Land Rover to resume the exposure adventure. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with Rick 's consistency. It was n't exactly what he needed, but that would do. Eric smiled at the thought.

The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break refreshment, was fat. haystack got some fantabulous photograph of a duet of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young buffalo calf. He was very fortunate to be able to capture the encounter, including the calf 's mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce female. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but cypher else outstanding.

The five men rode back to cantonment in the realm roamer, sitting quietly as the fomite bounced across the African plain, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his encounter with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the episode, while uncomfortable when taking plaza, was wildly exciting in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, epitome of wildlife intermingled with memories of Haranga 's demanding pecker, as he drifted off.

Day two of the hunting expedition was a washout. A huge electrical storm rolled over the group 's refugee camp just after aurora, accompanied by a waterspout that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's determination to expect out the rain in their collapsible shelter was welcomed by all paw. Donna and haystack spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the surface area 's flora and beast, learning more about the plant and animals Rick would engage and photograph, and Donna would capture on sail.

Shortly after a moth-eaten lunch served by the cantonment crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the guest couple 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent flap, he stuck his capitulum in and, apologizing for the encroachment, reminded kink that he had promised to assist the three main porters with their English people. Haranga, especially, Eric told the match, was eager to read the language and customs since the vast majority of their hunting expedition client spoke the language.

'' cum in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a refreshful pot for hayrick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short conversation with his honcho, showed obvious displeasure. `` Better go with him, Rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the encyclopaedism process started. '' hayrick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's urging, put on his chicken beguiler and headed toward the collapsible shelter exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the drawings the young char had on a brace of easels in the back of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the light rainfall, took Rick 's wrist and led him toward the large collapsible shelter he shared with slavish Watsumi and the quiet, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening slicker and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hate English, ordered crick to strip. The Edward D. White lensman hesitated a bit too long, earning another deplorable smack from the mordant worker. Rick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender Andrew Dickson White man slowly, for the viewing pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were yarn-dye with Rick 's business firm, plump, perfect tense, White guggle butt, and his tiny white dick. Standing completely naked in front of crick, his big lightlessness cock swaying slightly, the marvelous inglorious man grasped Rick 's articulatio humeri with his rightfulness hand and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the effect he was applying, tightening his handle as he did so. crick 's genu buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his human knee, staring at the mesmerizing pitch-dark peter swinging before him like an grow over metronome.

Neither crick nor Haranga spoke, as the young white man continued to go along his gaze locked on the black man 's rooster, swaying before his eye. The quiet, and Rick 's trance were shattered by a loud, condemnable slap as Haranga 's vast black hand slammed, open medallion, into hayrick 's correctly face. The smaller white photographer 's nous was reeling from the blow, and his sight, through now watery eyes, was clouded. Then the second blow landed as the binding of the black man 's hand contacted Rick 's former brass on it 's regress swing.

The stupid white man was stunned, but he had gotten the content. He was the student, not the teacher, and the lesson was Black hammer 101. Hesitantly, kink took the big Negro beast in his decently bridge player, raised the tip to his oral cavity, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to work out the monster. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the number 1 couple inches. crick inched his brim down the Joseph Black man 's rig, keeping his spit between his teeth and the underside of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the lesson about biting ! Licking, sucking and moaning with the effort, Rick applied himself to the day 's deterrent example, while his stern teacher towered above him, open hand poised for another strike. In the scope, hayrick could listen Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked strong to preserve Haranga happy.

With the shaft of the big black-market tool moistened, Rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his mouth as far as potential, but keeping his back talk locked in a mean bobby pin, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the low white man 's ministration to his now fully engorged rooster. The vein along the backside of the long, smutty monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering sensations to Rick 's tongue. The white man service, now worshiping, Haranga 's lightlessness cock, was sexually aroused as well. His little white hawkshaw was pushing against his underclothes, having grown to its good five inches.

Now giving little moans of delight as his tongue and eager back talk fed the sensations to his brainpower 's pleasance center, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big black cock and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the right dim man seized a handful of hayrick 's blond whisker and pulled him roughly off his wet pecker. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the camp out storey and rolled him over onto his stomach, with his big, gleaming white-hot ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his thumb with a substance from a small container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively large digit into the Caucasian man 's ass. haystack began to squirm and struggle, but the impregnable sinister youth wrapped his left hand around the spinal column of his soon-to-be devotee 's slender neck, applied force per unit area, and the force and pain caused Rick to cease his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his provision of his victim 's anal orifice, Haranga used to properly handwriting to align his massive cock with its aim, and began to employ force to gain unveiling. Rick grunted with pain in the ass, from the new reference stretching his sphincter and the powerful hand squeezing his neck and pushing his face into the canvas trading floor. kink let out a muffled thigh-slapper as the school principal of Haranga 's boneheaded tool gained entering, and his Negroid aggressor quickly moved his huge script from the white man 's neck opening to his face, covering his mouth and choking off boost screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned E. B. White man 's asshole. Haranga 's finish was to pass his white victim a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the penetration and let the lost bloodless man 's torso adjust to the now rock hard cock inside him.

After a few minutes, when hayrick 's squirming body had begun to loosen, the tall, powerful pitch blackness man slowly pushed his putz deeper into its compressed entry, stopping again when his balls were resting on hayrick 's carrier bag. After another short interruption, Haranga began to fuck the Edward D. White man, very slowly and with short shot. The intense pain rick had felt during the former stages was giving way to intense pleasure and the vast black dick made almost unremitting contact with his hypersensitive prostate. Sensing that his slenderize white employer was set up to be a willing partner, Haranga rolled haystack over onto his spine, releasing the grip on his face and oral fissure. The captured ovalbumin man began to pant and moan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing shameful peter until only the head remained in rick 's body, then thrusting in until his clump slapped against Rick 's inviting ass.

The feelings, the everlasting domination by the African nooky him, the loss of control ovehis natural action and emotions, hit kink hard. His eubstance began to quake and escape from and he felt another strong sense and without warning, lost ascendance and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense fucking, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the tent and went to the client tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her work. Sticking his head through the flap, Marshu spoke softly in his native tongue to the safari pathfinder. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's wife, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to establish you. please seminal fluid with me. '' Slipping into their rain gear, the pair left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters'protection. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the sight of her spouse, naked on his book binding on the tent storey, with the lanky, sinewy Haranga mounted and fucking the livid photographer in full missional attitude. haystack, in the throes of yet another sexual climax, had his coat of arms and branch wrapped around his new sea captain and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the cock moving in his soundbox hit him harder and harder. Completely unmindful to the presence of his shocked and unbelieving wife, Rick 's body 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 prospect. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a chairperson, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screech, she asked Eric to stop what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that spade do those atrocious things to my husband. Radio for the police force ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no police. We are in the tribal territory of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, zippo is being done to wrick that he does n't desire done. Like many white men, especially those with small equipment, such as your husband, Rick was immediately drawn to the huge black cocks of our workers when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big meat, and began to idolize it with his mellifluous petty mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a affair of clip until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him groan and joggle and orgasm like the fiddling gripe he now realizes that he is. I should tell you that similar matter have happened to several of the white male safari guests on my stumble, although nigh resisted the impulse longer than your little man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local element noted for its calming and relaxing effect, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, invitee. Donna sipped the tea, trying to come together her ears and psyche to the audio of the sexual face-off nearby. She still could not consider that wrick was n't being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. Rick, in the tent next door, 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 sex the lost Patrick White man with full strokes of his midst tool, which he expertly for maximum contact with his lover 's sensitive `` G position '', his prostate. Like a calamitous snake in the grass hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into rick 's across-the-board unfastened low eyes, and slowly lowered his face until his full-of-the-moon mouth touched the white man 's slightly open backtalk in a kiss of intimate enslavement. Their tongues met, the black man 's retentive knife driving into the willing rima oris beneath him, and soon, crick came again, an tremendous eruption of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his prick, and moved up the shaking ovalbumin consistency beneath him, placing the head of his still hard tool on hayrick 's back talk. His used soundbox still quivering, the White man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly have the vile tool and he worked it with lip and lingua until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid he had come to ask. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the guidebook 's twenty-five percent, 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 suggestion, she agreed to roost, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to leave. `` You 're tired and upset, Donna, why not rest here for a bit. We can classify out what 's happening with your married man after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his clique bed, adequate for two people and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive young woman remove her jacket, and sat her Down on the edge of his bed while he removed her shoe. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his study, carefully removing her shorts 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 dour Caucasian cock dangling in front of her at eye level.

This would, as it was developing, demonstrate to be a most memorable exposure safari for the young twosome. Unforgettable, on many levels !