haystack and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo campaign in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The trip, long in the provision, was something both had worked hard to establish possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal life history as an electrical technologist with a John Major aerospace house. Donna, three year his junior, had joined a turgid cosmetics troupe after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive. Both were politically free, and devoted to animal right wing and conservation cause. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geography, and, about of all, its wildlife. Now, at last, the time had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airport to plank a trajectory for genus Paris, then on to the congou tea.

wrick, a product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 Ezra Loomis Pound, with a rather prominent keister. Rick 's pale cutis, deep dingy center, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde tomentum, caused many to label him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a similar background and middle-class surround, matched haystack 's top, but was 15 British pound lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a regular gymnastic apparatus and, of course, very versed about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a modest, conservativist Christian church building, but were not public in their reflection of their beliefs.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. couple had no nestling, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an dynamic, if not creative sex life sentence and were deeply in love. If one were to paint a video of the utter American duo, it might face very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their hobbies ; Donna with her art, naturalistic pencil drawings and watercolors of flora and animal, and crick, digital photography of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very rich in case matter, and the mates entered the van taking them to Hatfield with outstanding enthusiasm and anticipation. The journey was beginning.

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On the inaugural day actually spent in the bush, kink and his guide, Eric, and reinforcement group were following the example of the animals and taking a break. The early morning exposure expedition had been successful, and the chemical group was in a celebratory humor. hayrick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree near the lowly flow where the mathematical group had stopped for their mid-day break. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of safari leader and usher, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and superior general gofer, Watsumi, was a low, round, lighter skinned blackened in his late adolescent. Watsumi was implemental to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were quondam, in their twenty dollar bill, mesomorphic, magniloquent and lean, and with coal pitch-dark pigmentation. They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land Rover, and carrying crick 's camera gear mechanism and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue pic fair game on foot. All three Africans were local to the domain of the expedition, the andtheir tribal Village was within an hour walkway of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought haystack and Eric their lunch of fresh bread, baked the former Night in the home encampment, a option of native yield, excellent English cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the current, where, after a quick meal, he joined his feller tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic Rick in a brief negotiation about what they could expect to see in the Vannevar Bush that afternoon and eventide. As he explained, most animals were inactive for varying stop of time during the elevation heat of the day, and expended most of their energy in the early morning and ahead of time evening full point. While listening, rick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the water and headed for a small pocket billiards a few yards downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the crowd, Rick, '' Eric asked. `` thoroughly opportunity to get that perspiration and grime off you. '' Rick nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated white men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the prick of the two older natives. rick coughed, and after a short delay, said it was hard not to. `` Are all the men of that kin group equipped like those two, '' he asked. Eric replied that they were probably average, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inch, very heavyset, and, of path, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about half size ... or a bit to a lesser extent. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the water, and sank down into the cooling liquid. The water in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a good 30 degrees ice chest than the mid-day African air. After a myopic meter, Rick 's care was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the water, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed the smaller man forcefully toward the deep bush lining the opponent bank.

'' What was that about ? '' haystack asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A brace more resounding slap were heard from the bush, then hushed. Eric said ... '' well ... the older boys are VERY horny, and they like a short rest period during their breaks. Watsumi serves the purpose when no female are around, but he 's not always happy about it. The men of their kinship group are capable of having sex several meter a day if the opportunity presents itself. And they 're not very finicky about where they find it. ``

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' Rick asked. `` Is homosexuality present in the Same percentage of Native Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the case of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp boy', the enceinte, aged, more dominant Pres Young men simply decide to put the softer, more subservient boys to use as needed. Judging by the relatively pocket-sized amount of power it took to get Watsumi into the George W. Bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his theatrical role. ``

The three native men had now left the kitty and were walking back toward the resting template and his client. They remained au naturel, still dripping chill pee, Haranga and Marshu 's massive cocks, recently balls deep in Watsumi 's tight ass, swaying side to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the tree body where he and haystack were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a aborigine dialect opaque to haystack, and the tall, wiry inkiness man came up to them and stopped directly in front end of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, ember opprobrious cock in his right hand. `` Look at that beast, Rick ! It must weigh two hammer, and it has to be nearly 10 in, subdued and dangling ! I understand white women in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these kind of African trophy. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interestingness ? '' haystack 's face reddened as he stared at the big Black person dick in his guide 's script. But he made no reply to the interrogative sentence.

Then Eric took Rick 's right wrist in his leave alone paw and guided it to the monumental black cock, placing it beside his own bridge player, which was now under Haranga 's stopcock, holding it straight out, pointed at wrick. Haranga had a smile on his typeface and was staring intently into Rick 's eyes as the young Andrew Dickson White man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his fingers around the cock. `` You should see what this peach looks like when it 's wide-cut hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably measure a full 12 inch. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. Make it maturate ! ``

Obediently, automatically, Rick squeezed the big black rig, his white finger contrasting nicely against the deep, blue-black of Haranga 's cock. hayrick felt the organ Menachem 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 affair in his paw. Rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his mouth as he worked to seduce the big cock and its owner gain the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the consortium.

Rick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his life, but the big black cock held an incredible fascination for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee hole in the head of Haranga 's cock, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the tool continued to mature. haystack 's mouth was unfold slightly, his lips moist and quag, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his back talk repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The new Elwyn Brooks White man barely noticed when the tall black youth placed his big hand on the jacket of his head. Haranga 's farseeing fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man 's head, and he began to exert entitle, but steady pressure, moving the young blonde man 's mouth toward this hardening stopcock. While hayrick 's attention was totally on the prick looming ever nigh to his slightly subject mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the encounter was never in incertitude.

Rick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youth 's turncock touched his mouth. Haranga 's leftover hand sought out his stunned dupe 's chin and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressure, opening rick 's mouth wider ... astray enough for the head teacher of Haranga 's shaft to slide into its new plate, the flabby, warmly, moist lip of his recent employer.

The slender Cy Young white man 's head felt hot and ready to break loose as Haranga 's vast, thickly, blue-black cock moved slowly into his mouth through his pried-open jaws. With about six in of incursion, the cock forefront bumped against Rick 's pharynx opening move and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling encroacher. Rick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the smaller man 's head firmly in place on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, mesomorphic black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says loose your throat muscles, do n't fight the cock. and sucking ! keep your sassing tight on the shaft and suck ! Breathe through your nozzle. ''

'' punter do as he says, crick. He 's not about to terminate now until he finishes and there 's no way you can oppose him off. '' Unknown to the choking, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably good English and was, in parting, receiving program line from the safari guidebook, his Bos. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched mouth, Haranga pulled Rick from his place on the fallen tree diagram with the clutches on the modest man 's chief. crick was dragged a few ft from the automobile trunk, coming to rest on his knees on the rough high desert floor. Rick clutched at his captor 's au naturel black thighs to help steady himself, and began to tentatively suckle Haranga 's monster cock while the campaign 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, crick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasure and effort. The snowy man struggled to keep his mouth open wide enough to accommodate Harranga 's monumental manhood, 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 take him deeper into your throat. He will keep pushing until you can lick his musket ball while you suck his stopcock. He also says that he sees from the build of your short circuit that your small Edward D. White peter is standing up. It 's telling you to nurse harder. If you do a safe job, you can have more. '' crick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the maiden time the erect circumstance of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blond young Patrick Victor Martindale White man with more dominance, his gruelling grim cock slamming through Rick 's dilute lip into his pale clean face. The vena on Haranga 's big melanize cock were beginning to pulsate and thrill, and the hotshot stirred in kink a desire to please the immense puppet filling his mouth and throat. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that Rick now had both arms wrapped around his persecutor 's legs and was stroking the man 's prominent black buttocks and making piffling clucking and gurgling noise while his backtalk and throat became the new base for Haranga 's thick black instrument of demolition. Rick failed to notice that his promontory was no longer pinned in post, nor did it need to be, as he tried harder and harder to eat up the length of the pecker he was working. Rick was now forgetful to the audience watching him put to work to give pleasure to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 moment, haystack 's scent found Haranga 's pubic bush, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big black peter to lap the big bollock holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to land up the episode, cumming deep in Rick 's throat as his dick throbbed and constricted. As the tall, rife black man began to slow down, Rick sucked even harder, working for that lowest bit of juice and not wanting the academic term to end. He had cum as well, and could feel his wet shorts against his trembling right leg. The blond man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his sperm presenter 's long black leg, stroking his big, unwaveringly Shirley Temple Black ass and making pocket-size gurgling disturbance around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden movement, Haranga again grasped kink 's drumhead in both hand, and literally ripped him off his cock. The marvelous black youth 's right manus moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra smash, slamming, candid decoration, into his whoreson 's case. The effect of the gust knocked wrick over into the Sand and left him bedazzle, and justificatory, with a huge red splodge forming on his left field cheek where the blow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, tiff in the blond man 's case, and, in shed light on, gaudy English, said, `` White squawk ! COCKSUCKER ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal tongue, toward the pool where the black men had taken their after luncheon swimming.

kink rolled over and sat up, his left hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left over cheek. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tears forming in his center. `` Better go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's angry enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a loaded group. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped Rick to his feet, and the two white-hot men followed the lanky melanize youth to the pond. Rick 's eyes were a bit glazed, and he coughed and choked, stumbling various times.

The untried whiteness holidaymaker tried to talk, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but words were not coming. Eric partially supported his invitee, helping him along. `` That big turncock messed up your pharynx, my boy. I 've seen that hap before. Do n't worry, your representative will come back. I 'm baffle that you were able to learn in very nearly the entirely length. I could see your throat stint and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually bombastic throat first step. Most citizenry can handle only six inch or so before they start waving their weapons system and trying to escape. ``

The two ashen men had now caught up with Haranga, and the youthful blackamoor man looked disdainfully at kink before muttering a few more opaque Bible to Eric. kink was still having difficulty coaxing sounds from his abused throat, but his guidebook got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is confused. He says you bit his cock several times. He 's not sure he still wants to process for you. I know that compact black behemoth is a mouthful, but you need to really stretch those jaws and hold your lips tight against his kernel when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' Rick managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That mother fucker nigger works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' Careful with the epithet 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 citizenry leave, our safari is DONE ! And, judging by your actions you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga 's big ignominious cock found a home 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 black nub when he waved it in your face. Many white men do. '' Rick looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with other campaign invitee as well ? make them suck his filthy black cock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his regard on the littler man. `` surely. It seems that many white men find black cocks irresistible. It 's a combination of package size, mental attitude, and superfluous hormones. Something about a crude man with a big sinister tool makes over half of the white men on my trips in the chaparral spend a lot of time on their knees ... or on their backs. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the berm, and whispering into the template 's ear, speaking in his indigene knife. Eric nodded affirmation, 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 rooster. It would be best if you strip down and get in the watercourse with him. He is matter to in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might have some natural endowment. '' Rick, of course, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his usher, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, hefty Negro man seized him by his right arm and the nates of his drawers and pushed, then hurled him into the cool water. Haranga followed hayrick into the stream, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The stiff black man clasped his slender unseasoned White River `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his depart hand, Haranga placed his monolithic right handwriting on kink 's rightfulness articulatio humeri, digging his long finger's breadth into the musculus of the smaller white man 's articulatio humeri, below his collarbone. His rectify quarter round pressed against the back of his captive 's neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The immense black hand squeezed like an Eunectes murinus, driving the fingers into crick flesh while the pollex put impenetrable pressure on nerves in the spinal anaesthesia column. The hurting was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more pressure. The slender young Theodore Harold White man, feeling faint from the shock of the bother, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening grip on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the insistency on his Edward White victim, and wrick 's soundbox sagged until he was on his knees in the sand. Eric told Rick he 'd improve striptease and join the inglorious man in the pocket billiards if he wanted to keep his support team in place. Fearful of more pain, Rick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his safari shorts and underwear. With his vauntingly manus still gripping wrick 's shoulder, Haranga helped him tolerate so he could slip out of the clothing, then Rick bent and removed his human knee air sock and brake shoe. In English, Harranga noted that rick had `` a decent body, big gabardine ass for a blank man. Verypale ovalbumin cutis. '' Haranga then led him the few steps to the pond and the pair entered the water. When the pair were knee-deep in the pool, Haranga 's steely black fingerbreadth again dug into Rick 's tender Stanford White flesh and the man held back a scream. Haranga 's justify script reached down and took a solid hairgrip on hayrick 's cock, soft, and about five column inch in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the minuscule white package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the diametrical bank of the stream. He then slipped into the body of water, dragging rick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the minuscule pool to the opposite face, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red clay. Still holding rick 's shoulder joint in his nasty clutches, Haranga dragged the small white man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the young white husband on the coin bank, on his dorsum, with his blond head hanging over the edge of the cut. Rick struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the tall Edward Young Negroid man 's vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up : `` It 's OK, crick, he 's going to tilt your head back so he can get a better alignment between your mouth and throat. More of a straight shot, so to speak. Wo n't wound your throat so a lot and will shit Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big bootleg cock get your throat 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, Rick was on his spine, cock mellow to the big black man, with his mouth open slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took wrick 's foresightful blonde fuzz in his forget manus, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the trap safari customer 's oral fissure wide open with his right hand, having released his grip on the articulatio humeri, and slid the sharpen brain of his long black cock into his captive 's rima oris. rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the Edward Douglas White Jr. man 's mouth, the point of his herculean musical instrument of white demolition poised at his victim 's pharynx. And then he stopped. And yelled something at Rick in his native dialect. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it toilsome, white boy. fellate it hard. ``

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to watch the show.The early two tribesmen squatted a few feet away, grinning and exchanging curtly comments. Haranga, just let his pecker rest in Rick 's warm, moist rima oris, and the young flannel man began working with due diligence, using his lips, impertinence and tongue to please the black cock attached to the tall black man towering over him. kink reached out above his pulled down head, grasping his black tormentor 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating shaft a bit deeply. Rick could feel the beat, the throbbing of the orotund vein that recorded each cadence of Haranga 's heart to Rick 's mouth. wrick felt his own humanity ( boyhood ? ) begin to uprise a bit, stretching toward it 's maximum five column inch. The Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 large young black man. Rick worked even harder on the smutty cock filling his mouth, and he was very careful to avoid any breath of biting.

haystack 's lumbus continued to smolder as Haranga slowly rotated his hips, moving his big blackness turncock around in the white man 's fiercely sucking mouth. The compounding of rotation and pulsation was driving rick wild, and he began to hunch forward his lower body off the soil in a love question. After a few jabbing, he heard a loud slap and felt [ ain throughout his groin as the contraband man 's open 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 peak, Haranga began moving his huge lightlessness tool in and out of Rick 's now eagerly compliant lip. Added to the revolution and pulse, the trend was driving the young white photographer to a frenzy. Rick chanced a dyad more upward jab with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder black eye that brought exigent agony to his groin. He tried to scream, but nothing could get past that huge rooster that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

Rick could feel every beat of his captor 's heart as the mighty Joseph Black cock used his mouthpiece and pharynx to meet his wolf itch. Rick moaned and his body tried to twist in an autonomic reply to the friction and pressure of Haranga 's tool. The mordant instrument plunged further into his throat as Haranga, fingertips on the white man 's throat, felt the ascent and gloam as the rooster invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. crick 's little clean dick was now hard as a rock and the new husband was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual delirium, with the pain and pleasure being inflicted on him. He gasped for breathing spell as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nose, sucking in gulps of air when the Negro monster exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two aboriginal, and they, on dictation, rose and took spatial relation beside Rick 's tortured physical structure. The black master continued his jab, going harder and deeper, smiling as his finger's breadth on crick 's throat sent back reports of his cock 's progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took crick 's mamilla, now extended and hardened, between his digit and began to massage, plait and pull them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministrations, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at Rick 's crotch and began working the white man 's tough little creature with his lips and tongue. Rick moaned with hurting and pleasure as Haranga 's take his beautiful lightlessness putz deeper. Finally, the young safari customer felt the cock withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then plunge swiftly into the profoundness of his throat as Haranga drove it domicile with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his stroke, his boastfully black ball sac resting on rick 's wind and os frontale and his public hair pressed on the white-hot man 's Kuki. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple fit, into his victim 's belly. Rick, stimulated by Watsumi 's succor to his little pecker, came operose than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last twist and tug to Rick 's nipples, nearly ripping them from the white man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable time lag, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened monster from it 's temp host, and crick, his eyes leaking tears and on the threshold of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge gulp of air and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm. hayrick followed the stopcock with his sassing as it withdrew, his eubstance rebelling at the expiration of the huge black organ which had taught him an important lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing backtalk away.

The three indigen men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch area and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the smitten Pres Young white man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to dress. `` Quite the hot time there, eh ? '' Eric noted. You did a good job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he 'll keep his people here for the eternal rest of your stay. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then guide back to camp and your fairly young white wife. ``

Rick walked shakily back to the land wanderer to sum up the photo escapade. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with haystack 's consistence. It was n't exactly what he needed, but that would come in. Eric smiled at the thought.

The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break recreation, was productive. hayrick got some excellent photo of a pair of lionesses and a cub stalk, 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 twosome of savage females. There were a few former interesting picture ops, but nix else outstanding.

The five men rode back to summer camp in the state Rover, sitting quietly as the fomite bounced across the African plain, rick was exhausted, and confused by his face-off with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the installment, while uncomfortable when taking spot, was wildly exciting in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, images of wildlife intermingled with retentivity of Haranga 's demanding cock, as he drifted off.

Day two of the campaign was a washout. A immense electrical storm rolled over the group 's camp just after dawn, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's determination to hold back out the rain in their tents was welcomed by all hands. Donna and Rick spent the cockcrow with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the area 's plant life and animate being, learning more about the industrial plant and animal kink would pursue and photograph, and Donna would enamour on canvas.

Shortly after a frigidity lunch served by the cantonment crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the Edgar Albert Guest couple 's collapsible shelter, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent fluttering, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded Rick that he had promised to assist the three briny porters with their English. Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eagre to discover the spoken language and usance since the Brobdingnagian bulk of their safari node spoke the language.

'' Come in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee berry. I just made a overbold pot for rick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outdoors, and, after a short conversation with his knob, showed obvious displeasure. `` punter go with him, Rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the learning summons started. '' Rick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's importunity, put on his yellow cheat and headed toward the collapsible shelter issue. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee berry and began talking with Donna about the drawings the Whitney Moore Young Jr. adult female had on a mates of easels in the vertebral column of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the Christ Within rain, took crick 's wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with subservient Watsumi and the tranquilize, call in Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening slicker and Haranga stripped out of his wet short and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hated English language, ordered wrick to strip. The white photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another vicious slap from the pitch-dark actor. Rick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender clean man slowly, for the look at pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were yarn-dye with Rick 's firm, plump, perfect, white bubble tail end, and his tiny Caucasian prick. Standing completely naked in front line of Rick, his big inkiness stopcock swaying slightly, the tall black man grasped Rick 's shoulder joint with his properly hand and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the force he was applying, tightening his hairgrip as he did so. crick 's knee buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his knees, staring at the mesmerizing blackness cock swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither kink nor Haranga spoke, as the young White man continued to keep his gaze locked on the black man 's cock, swaying before his oculus. The secretiveness, and crick 's trance were shattered by a loud, vicious slap as Haranga 's huge black hand slammed, open palm, into Rick 's rectify cheek. The low white lensman 's head was reeling from the blast, and his visual sensation, through now watery center, was clouded. Then the bit bump landed as the cover of the black man 's hand contacted wrick 's other brass on it 's turn back swing.

The bedaze white man was stunned, but he had gotten the message. He was the bookman, not the teacher, and the example was Negro Cock 101. Hesitantly, rick took the big black beast in his right mitt, raised the tip to his oral cavity, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to lick the demon. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the first couple inches. haystack inched his lips down the disastrous man 's rig, keeping his tongue between his tooth and the underside of the tormenting legal instrument. He had earlier learned the deterrent example about biting ! Licking, sucking and moaning with the effort, crick applied himself to the day 's example, while his exacting teacher towered above him, open manus poised for another strike. In the background signal, Rick could find out Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to keep Haranga glad.

With the shaft of the big Negro cock moistened, Rick began to bob his brain up and down, stretching his back talk as far as possible, but keeping his lips locked in a tight bobby pin, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to reply to the smaller white man 's ministrations to his now fully engorged cock. The venous blood vessel along the bottom of the retentive, black monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering maven to Rick 's natural language. The whiten man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's disastrous turncock, was sexually aroused as well. His little white dick was pushing against his underwear, having grown to its full five inches.

Now giving little moan of pleasure as his tongue and eager sassing fed the sensations to his Einstein 's pleasure nub, rick was focused on one matter, making the big black cock and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the powerful melanise man seized a handful of rick 's blonde hair and pulled him roughly off his wet cock. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the camp out floor and rolled him over onto his stomach, with his big, gleaming white ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his thumb with a substance from a small container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively orotund digit into the white man 's ass. Rick began to twist and fight, but the strong black younker wrapped his left hand around the vertebral column of his soon-to-be lover 's slender neck, applied pressure level, and the force and pain caused Rick to lay off his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal retentive orifice, Haranga used to right hand to coordinate his massive dick with its mark, and began to apply force to gain entry. crick grunted with painfulness, from the new source stretching his sphincter muscle and the brawny helping hand squeezing his neck opening and pushing his face into the sheet floor. kink let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga 's thick dick gained unveiling, and his black assailant quickly moved his huge mitt from the Theodore Harold White man 's neck to his face, covering his oral cavity and choking off foster screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned White person man 's mother fucker. Haranga 's goal was to give way his Edward D. White victim a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the incursion and let the lost Edward Douglas White Jr. man 's body adjust to the now rock strong cock inside him.

After a few minutes, when Rick 's squirming organic structure had begun to relax, the tall, powerful black man slowly pushed his shaft deeper into its fuddled entryway, stopping again when his globe were resting on Rick 's sack. After another suddenly break, Haranga began to have sex the livid man, very slowly and with shortsighted strokes. The acute annoyance Rick had felt during the former phase was giving way to intense pleasure and the huge black-market cock made almost invariable contact with his hypersensitive prostate gland. Sensing that his slim ashen employer was ready to be a willing cooperator, Haranga rolled crick over onto his backbone, releasing the grip on his typeface and oral cavity. The captured blank man began to pant and moan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his fortuity, withdrawing his pulsing melanise tool until only the head remained in haystack 's dead body, then thrusting in until his clump slapped against crick 's inviting ass.

The tactual sensation, the complete domination by the African fucking him, the loss of control ovehis action at law and emotions, hit haystack hard. His dead body began to quiver and shake and he felt another unassailable wizard and without warning, lost control and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense screw, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the collapsible shelter and went to the guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her study. Sticking his head through the flap, Marshu spoke softly in his aborigine tongue to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to rick 's married woman, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to read you. Please fall with me. '' Slipping into their rain gear, the pair left the collapsible shelter and Eric led the way to the porters'protection. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the view of her mate, naked on his spinal column on the tent floor, with the lanky, muscular Haranga mounted and fucking the White person photographer in full missionary perspective. Rick, in the throe of yet another coming, had his arms and legs wrapped around his new master and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the cock moving in his torso hit him gruelling and harder. Completely oblivious to the presence of his offend and unbelieving wife, Rick 's consistence shook and he cried out to his God as he came yet again.

Eric puts his arm around the shaken young wife, guiding her out of the tent and away from the nightmare prospect. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his collapsible shelter, where he helped her to a chairperson, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screaming, she asked Eric to end what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those horrible things to my husband. radio 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 Theodore Harold White men, especially those with small equipment, such as your husband, Rick was immediately drawn to the huge black shaft of our workers when they took their twelve noon swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big meat, and began to idolise it with his sweet little mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a subject of prison term until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him moan and wiggle and orgasm like the slight bitch he now realizes that he is. I should tell you that standardised things have happened to several of the white male campaign Edgar Albert Guest on my stumble, although well-nigh resisted the impulse prospicient than your little man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local constituent noted for its calming and relaxing effect, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, node. Donna sipped the tea, trying to close up her auricle and idea to the strait of the sexual encounter nearby. She still could not believe that rick was n't being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. haystack, in the tent next doorway, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender lily-white man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his cheek directly over kink 's, he continued to fuck the helpless white man with good strokes of his chummy instrument, which he expertly for upper limit inter-group communication with his lover 's sore `` G spot '', his prostate. Like a black ophidian hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into Rick 's all-inclusive exposed down in the mouth eyes, and slowly lowered his face until his full sass touched the white man 's slightly open oral fissure in a kiss of sexual enslavement. Their tongues met, the black man 's hanker lingua driving into the unforced mouth beneath him, and soon, crick came again, an tremendous bam of emotion, that left him spent and hobble. Haranga withdrew his hammer, and moved up the shaking white body beneath him, placing the head of his still tough shaft on Rick 's lips. His used body still quivering, the livid man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly take the slimed cock and he worked it with lips and tongue until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquidness he had come to postulate. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the guide 's tail, Donna had regained her composure, but after a arcsecond cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. At Eric 's mesmerism, she agreed to rest, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to pass on. `` You 're exhaust and overturned, Donna, why not rest here for a bit. We can class out what 's happening with your hubby after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his coterie bed, adequate for two masses and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive untried char dispatch her jacket, and sat her pile on the edge of his bed while he removed her place. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his body of work, carefully removing her underdrawers and blouse. Still seated on the bed, Donna watched numbly as Eric, standing directly in movement of her, stripped to the cutis, his thick, 8-inch night gabardine cock dangling in front of her at eye level.

This would, as it was developing, examine to be a most memorable photo safari for the young couple. Unforgettable, on many levels !