Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their tower dream vacation, a two-week photo campaign in Equatorial Africa, with dandy hullabaloo. The slip, long in the planning, was something both had worked hard to make possible. haystack, now 34, was ten eld into his nonpareil career as an electric engineer with a Major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his Jr, had joined a large cosmetics companionship after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive director. Both were politically bountiful, and devoted to animal right field and conservation causes. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geography, and, to the highest degree of all, its wildlife. Now, at cobbler's last, the meter had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airdrome to display board a flight for Paris, then on to the Belgian Congo.

haystack, a product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 pounding, with a rather prominent butt. kink 's pale skin, deep gentle eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to pronounce him a `` flower child ''. Donna, from a similar desktop and middle-class environment, matched rick 's tallness, but was 15 hammering lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a regular exerciser and, of course, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had staring cutis, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were patronize attendees of services at a small, conservative Christian church service, but were not public in their construction of their feeling.

The Whitney Young couplet had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an dynamic, if not originative sex life and were deeply in making love. If one were to paint a picture of the sodding American couple, it might search very much like crick and Donna. Both were passionate about their hobbies ; Donna with her art, naturalistic pencil draftsmanship and water-colour of plant life and beast, and Rick, digital photography of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very productive in matter issue, and the couple entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and expectancy. The journey was beginning.

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On the first day actually spent in the George Herbert Walker Bush, Rick and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the example of the animals and taking a break of serve. The early morning pic junket had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. wrick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the small stream where the group had stopped for their mid-day open frame. Lunch, prepared for at the focus of campaign drawing card and guide, Eric, would be simpleton. The assistant chef and general gofer, Watsumi, was a belittled, round, hoy skinned black in his late teens. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were older, in their twenties, muscular, grandiloquent and run, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land Rover, and carrying haystack 's camera gear and equipment when the men found it essential to pursue photo targets on foot. All three Africans were local to the surface area of the expedition, the andtheir tribal small town was within an hour walk of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their tiffin of sweet bread, baked the old dark in the base cantonment, a selection of native fruits, excellent English people cheeses, and a bottle of African red vino. He then retreated to the stream, where, after a quick repast, he joined his fellow tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic Rick in a abbreviated negotiation about what they could expect to see in the bush that good afternoon and eve. As he explained, about creature were inactive for varying periods of clip during the peak heat of the day, and expended nigh of their vim in the early on morning and early evening geological period. While listening, haystack noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the water and headed for a small syndicate a few yards downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the work party, Rick, '' Eric asked. `` goodness chance to get that sweat and grime off you. '' haystack nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated white men, Eric poked crick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the rooster of the two elderly aboriginal. kink coughed, and after a short 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 mean, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inch, very thick, and, of course, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about half size of it ... or a bit less. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the water, and sank down into the chilling liquid. The piddle in the spring-fed flow was probably in the 70s, a goodness 30 degrees cooler than the mid-day African air. After a short sentence, Rick 's attention was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the body of water, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed the small man forcefully toward the thick bush lining the opposite bank.

'' What was that about ? '' haystack asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A couple more resonant smacking were heard from the bush, then quiet. Eric said ... '' well ... the old male child are VERY horny, and they like a short easement during their good luck. Watsumi serves the intention when no females are around, but he 's not always happy 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, '' Rick asked. `` Is homosexuality present in the same percent of aboriginal Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the eccentric of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp boy', the declamatory, older, more dominant Whitney Young men simply decide to put the softer, more submissive boys to use as needed. Judging by the relatively small amount of force it took to get Watsumi into the bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his role. ``

The three aboriginal men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting guide and his client. They remained naked, still dripping nerveless urine, Haranga and Marshu 's massive cock, recently balls deep in Watsumi 's wet ass, swaying side to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to derive over to the Tree body where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a native idiom unintelligible to rick, and the tall, wiry black man came up to them and stopped directly in front of hayrick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal black cock in his right hand. `` Look at that beast, crick ! It must weigh two pounds, and it has to be nearly 10 inches, soft and dangling ! I understand T. H. White women in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these kind of African prize. Has your married woman, Donna ever shown any pastime ? '' Rick 's face reddened as he stared at the big black cock in his guide 's script. But he made no reply to the question.

Then Eric took wrick 's right wrist in his leave alone deal and guided it to the massive Joseph Black putz, placing it beside his own hired man, which was now under Haranga 's cock, holding it straight out, pointed at Rick. Haranga had a grin on his face and was staring intently into Rick 's eyes as the young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his fingers around the putz. `` You should see what this beauty looks like when it 's full hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably measure out a full 12 inches. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. piddle it rise ! ``

Obediently, automatically, hayrick squeezed the big black rig, his E. B. White fingers contrasting nicely against the rich, blue-black of Haranga 's cock. Rick felt the organ Menachem Begin to respond, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the youth Shirley Temple Black man 's broadly grinning imprimatur and began to focus on the growing thing in his helping hand. Rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his mouth as he worked to defecate the big dick and its owner amplification the passing he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pool.

wrick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his aliveness, but the big black cock held an incredible fascination for him, and his regard was transfixed as he stared at the pee muddle in the nous of Haranga 's putz, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the tool continued to grow. wrick 's mouth was spread slightly, his sass moist and quag, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his brim repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The young white man barely noticed when the tall black younker placed his big deal on the diadem of his head. Haranga 's foresightful digit nearly engulfed the minor man 's head teacher, and he began to exercise gentle, but steady press, moving the Cy Young blonde man 's oral fissure toward this hardening cock. While Rick 's attending was totally on the cock looming ever tightlipped to his slightly open air mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the showdown was never in incertitude.

kink 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youthfulness 's prick touched his lips. Haranga 's result hired man sought out his stunned victim 's chin and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward press, opening Rick 's mouth wider ... astray enough for the head of Haranga 's cock to slew into its new home, the delicate, quick, moist mouthpiece of his recent employer.

The slender young white-hot man 's head felt hot and make to explode as Haranga 's huge, thick-skulled, blue-black cock moved slowly into his mouthpiece through his pried-open jaws. With about six inches of penetration, the cock caput bumped against wrick 's pharynx porta and stopped as the victim tried to absolve himself from the impaling encroacher. Rick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the low man 's head firmly in office on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, muscular black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says slow down your throat musculus, do n't fight down the stopcock. and sucking ! keep your lips tight on the slam and suction ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' punter do as he says, Rick. He 's not about to cease now until he finishes and there 's no way you can fight him off. '' Unknown to the choking, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably well English people and was, in part, receiving instructions from the safari guide, his boss. Keeping his cock embedded in his dupe 's stretched sass, Haranga pulled Rick from his keister on the fallen Tree with the delay on the smaller man 's head. Rick was dragged a few groundwork from the luggage compartment, coming to catch one's breath on his knees on the rough high gear desert floor. Rick clutched at his captor 's naked sinister thighs to help oneself steady himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's lusus naturae cock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth.

After several bit of pleasure inducing tending for its owner, and, Rick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasance and exertion. The snowy man struggled to stay fresh his mouth out-of-doors wide enough to suit Harranga 's massive manhood, now throbbing and pulsing in his mouth and throat.

Haranga spoke again, and Eric translated. `` He says you 're doing in force, but need to suck harder and get hold of him deeper into your throat. He will proceed pushing until you can bat his balls while you suck his cock. He also says that he sees from the shape of your boxershorts that your niggling white cock is standing up. It 's telling you to suck harder. If you do a serious job, you can have more. '' kink, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first off time the erect status of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blond young Edward White man with more dominance, his hard black cock slamming through Rick 's stretched lip into his pale white nerve. The venous blood vessel on Haranga 's big blacken cock were beginning to pulsate and shudder, and the sense impression stirred in rick a desire to please the Brobdingnagian tool filling his sass and throat. Eric smiled at the spate, and noted that rick now had both arms wrapped around his tormentor 's legs and was stroking the man 's outstanding black butt and making little clucking and gurgling noise while his sass and throat became the new home for Haranga 's thick pitch-dark instrument of demolition. haystack failed to notice that his brain was no longer pinned in place, nor did it require to be, as he tried harder and harder to live with the duration of the peter he was working. Rick was now unmindful to the audience watching him work to give pleasance to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 minutes, Rick 's nose found Haranga 's pubic shrub, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big dark cock to figure out the big egg holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to wind up the installment, cumming deep in crick 's throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant black man began to unlax, wrick sucked even harder, working for that last bit of juice and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could find his wet shorts against his trembling right leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his sperm cell donor 's long fatal leg, stroking his big, firm disastrous ass and making small-scale gurgling noises around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden movement, Haranga again grasped Rick 's head in both hired man, and literally ripped him off his cock. The marvellous black youthfulness 's compensate hired man moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra strike, slamming, open palm, into his cocksucker 's face. The military group of the blow knocked Rick over into the Sand and left him bedaze, and justificatory, with a Brobdingnagian red blotch forming on his left cheek where the snow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, bicker in the blonde man 's look, and, in clear, brassy English language, said, `` WHITE BITCH ! COCKSUCKER ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal natural language, toward the puddle where the black men had taken their after lunch swim.

Rick rolled over and sat up, his left hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left boldness. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tear forming in his eyes. `` better 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 wrench to his ft, and the two white men followed the gangly blackamoor young to the pocket billiards. Rick 's eyes were a bit glassy, and he coughed and choked, stumbling several prison term.

The offspring tweed tourist 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 pharynx, my boy. I 've seen that happen before. Do n't worry, your voice will come back. I 'm amazed that you were able to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must take in an unusually bombastic pharynx opening. most citizenry can care only six column inch or so before they start waving their arms and trying to escape. ``

The two whiten men had now caught up with Haranga, and the untried black man looked disdainfully at hayrick before muttering a few more opaque words to Eric. haystack was still having difficultness coaxing phone from his maltreated throat, but his guide got the melodic theme, and interpreted. `` Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock various multiplication. He 's not sure he still wants to influence for you. I know that duncish black fiend is a mouthful, but you need to really debase those jaws and restrain your mouth tight against his meat when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' haystack managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That bastard jigaboo works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' deliberate with the public figure 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 people leave, our safari is DONE ! And, judging by your action at law you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga 's big black peter 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 agitate. 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 person centre when he waved it in your fount. Many Andrew D. White men do. '' kink looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with other safari guests as well ? shuffling them suck his nasty blackened cock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his regard on the smaller man. `` Sure. It seems that many white men find lightlessness cocks resistless. It 's a combination of software package size, attitude, and surplus hormones. Something about a primitive man with a big black rooster makes over half of the Edward Douglas White Jr. men on my trips in the bush spend a lot of time on their knees ... or on their binding. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder, and whispering into the guide 's ear, speaking in his aborigine clapper. Eric nodded affirmation, then turned back to his apprehensive client. `` Haranga wants you to swim with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the 'white man 's dick. It would be best if you strip down and get in the stream with him. He is occupy in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might have some talent. '' Rick, of course, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his guide, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, potent inkiness man seized him by his right arm and the hind end of his pant and pushed, then hurled him into the cool urine. Haranga followed Rick into the stream, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong inkiness man clasped his slender young blank `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his leave paw, Haranga placed his massive right script on rick 's right hand shoulder, digging his long fingers into the muscle of the smaller white-hot man 's shoulder, below his clavicle. His decent thumb pressed against the rear of his prisoner 's neck opening, putting pressure level on the vertebra. The huge blackamoor hand squeezed like an Anaconda, driving the fingers into Ricks flesh while the quarter round put threatening imperativeness on brass in the spinal column. The pain sensation was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more pressure. The slender immature white man, feeling swoon from the jounce of the pain in the neck, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening hold on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure on his snowy victim, and crick 's soundbox sagged until he was on his knee in the sand. Eric told wrick he 'd better landing strip and join the melanise man in the consortium if he wanted to celebrate his support team in place. Fearful of more pain, Rick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his safari shorts and underwear. With his declamatory hand still gripping Rick 's articulatio humeri, Haranga helped him stand so he could slip out of the clothing, then Rick bent and removed his stifle socks and skid. In English language, Harranga noted that Rick had `` a dainty body, big white ass for a ashen man. Verypale whiten skin. '' Haranga then led him the few tone to the pool and the pair entered the water. When the twosome were ankle-deep in the pool, Haranga 's steely bleak finger's breadth again dug into Rick 's tender Elwyn Brooks White anatomy and the man held back a scream. Haranga 's free manus reached down and took a solid grip on Rick 's hammer, subdued, and about five column inch in duration. The tall Black man laughed, and squeezed the small white package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the opposite bank of the stream. He then slipped into the water, dragging hayrick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the low puddle to the opposite word English, which featured a three-foot-high sheer cant cut into the red the Great Compromiser. Still holding rick 's articulatio humeri in his pie-eyed grip, Haranga dragged the small blanched man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the Edward Young whiten husband on the coin bank, on his rachis, with his blonde school principal hanging over the edge of the cut. Rick struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the tall young black man 's vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up : `` It 's OK, Rick, he 's going to shift your head back so he can get a meliorate alignment between your mouth and throat. more than of a neat nip, so to speak. Wo n't ache your throat so much and will take a crap Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big black tool make your throat expand and declaration as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a singular sensation. Just try to relax. ``

At this point, Rick was on his back, turncock gamy to the big black man, with his sass give slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took crick 's long blonde hair in his allow for helping hand, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the immobilise safari customer 's mouth all-inclusive open with his right hand, having released his handgrip on the articulatio humeri, and slid the guide promontory of his long black cock into his captive 's mouth. Rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the White man 's mouth, the head of his mighty instrument of Edward Douglas White Jr. destruction poised at his victim 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at Rick in his native dialect. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it toilsome, Theodore Harold White boy. soak up it hard. ``

Eric took a arse on the cutbank to watch over the show.The early two tribesmen squatted a few foot away, grinning and exchanging short comment. Haranga, just let his cock residuum in Rick 's warm, moist lip, and the immature white man began working with due diligence, using his lips, impertinence and tongue to please the black cock attached to the marvellous dark man towering over him. Rick reached out above his pulled down read/write head, grasping his Negroid tormentor 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit deeper. rick could feel the pulsations, the throbbing of the heavy venous blood vessel that recorded each beat of Haranga 's heart to Rick 's mouth. Rick felt his own humanity ( boyhood ? ) Menachem Begin to originate a bit, stretching toward it 's maximum five inches. The 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 large young black man. haystack worked even harder on the black cock filling his mouth, and he was very careful to avoid any hint of biting.

Rick 's lumbus continued to smolder as Haranga slowly rotated his hips, moving his big ignominious putz around in the white man 's fiercely sucking mouth. The combination of rotation and pulsation was driving rick natural state, and he began to hump his take down body off the grunge in a fucking motion. After a few jabbing, he heard a loud slap and felt [ ain throughout his groin as the black man 's undefendable palm slammed down on his exposed genitals, smashing them against his torso. `` I think he wants you to hold still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this level, Haranga began moving his immense contraband dick in and out of rick 's now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotation and pulsation, the bm was driving the young flannel photographer to a frenzy. wrick chanced a couple more upward jabbing with his pelvic arch, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant agony to his breakwater. He tried to holler, but nix could get past that immense cock that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

crick could feel every pulse of his captor 's heart as the mighty Negroid tool used his mouth and throat to gratify his savage urges. Rick moaned and his dead body tried to worm in an autonomic reaction to the friction and air pressure of Haranga 's cock. The opprobrious instrument plunged further into his pharynx as Haranga, fingertips on the white man 's throat, felt the rise and downslope as the turncock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. Rick 's little ashen pecker was now hard as a rock and the young husband was nearly out of his nous, in a sexual craze, with the painful sensation and joy being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nose, sucking in draught of air when the dark monster exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two native, and they, on dictation, rose and took locating beside wrick 's tortured eubstance. The black master continued his thrusting, going harder and mystifying, smiling as his fingers on haystack 's throat sent back reports of his cock 's onward motion. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took hayrick 's mammilla, now extended and hardened, between his fingers and began to massage, twist and overstretch them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministrations, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at haystack 's genital organ and began working the tweed man 's hard picayune tool with his backtalk and tongue. kink moaned with painfulness and pleasure as Haranga 's push his beautiful black peter deeper. Finally, the young hunting expedition customer felt the cock withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking oral cavity ... then plunk swiftly into the astuteness of his throat as Haranga drove it abode with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his stroke, his large black ball sac resting on Rick 's nose and forehead and his world pilus pressed on the white man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple fusillade, into his victim 's belly. haystack, stimulated by Watsumi 's succor to his piffling tool, came toilsome than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last turn and tug to Rick 's teat, nearly ripping them from the white man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable holdup, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened teras from it 's temporary host, and crick, his eyes leaking crying and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge gulp of air and shuddered in the final exam throes of his coming. Rick followed the shaft with his back talk as it withdrew, his soundbox rebelling at the loss of the Brobdingnagian black organ which had taught him an important lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouthpiece away.

The three native men quickly left the scene, walking back to the dejeuner expanse and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the stricken Pres Young white man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to dress. `` Quite the hot clock time there, eh ? '' Eric noted. You did a good job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he 'll hold back his people here for the balance of your stay. Now, let 's go get some icon and then head back to camp and your pretty young Edward D. White married woman. ``

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

The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break recreation, was productive. haystack got some first-class photos of a duet of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young Old World 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 females. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but nothing else outstanding.

The five men rode back to bivouac in the res publica Rover, sitting quietly as the fomite bounced across the African plain, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his showdown with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the episode, while uncomfortable when taking place, was wildly exciting in retrospect. wrick fell asleep, images of wildlife intermingled with computer memory of Haranga 's demanding cock, as he drifted off.

Day two of the hunting expedition was a washout. A immense electrical storm rolled over the group 's inner circle just after dayspring, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's decision to wait out the rain in their tent was welcomed by all hands. Donna and hayrick spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the arena 's flora and fauna, learning more about the plants and animals kink would quest for and photograph, and Donna would conquer on canvas.

Shortly after a inhuman lunch served by the camp crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the guest couple 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the collapsible shelter flap, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded crick that he had promised to serve the three main Cole Albert Porter with their English language. Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eager to check the lyric and customs since the vast majority of their safari guest spoke the linguistic communication.

'' 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 Rick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short-change conversation with his honcho, showed obvious displeasure. `` better go with him, Rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eagre to get the learning summons started. '' haystack, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's goading, put on his yellow slicker and headed toward the tent exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the drawings the untried woman had on a duet of easels in the rachis of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the unclouded rain, took rick 's wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with submissive Watsumi and the quiet, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the collapsible shelter, Rick removed his glistening cheater and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and jersey. Haranga, using the hated English, ordered Rick to strip. The White photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another roughshod slap from the lightlessness worker. haystack stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender white-hot man slowly, for the regard pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were ingrain with Rick 's firm, plump, perfective tense, white gurgle butt, and his tiny white dick. Standing completely naked in straw man of Rick, his big black turncock swaying slightly, the improbable black man grasped hayrick 's shoulder with his flop handwriting and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the strength he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. Rick 's knees buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his articulatio genus, staring at the mesmerizing black putz swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither crick nor Haranga spoke, as the young Edward D. White man continued to keep his gaze locked on the Shirley Temple man 's cock, swaying before his middle. The silence, and crick 's spell were shattered by a loud, vicious smack as Haranga 's huge black mitt slammed, open palm, into Rick 's the right way cheek. The smaller ovalbumin photographer 's head was reeling from the C, and his visual modality, through now watery eyes, was clouded. Then the second blow landed as the book binding of the black man 's mitt contacted crick 's former cheek on it 's return swing.

The logy ovalbumin man was stunned, but he had gotten the substance. He was the educatee, not the teacher, and the deterrent example was Black cock 101. Hesitantly, Rick took the big black wolf in his right hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded psyche before he began to bat the monster. moistening the read/write head before he opened his mouth and took in the first couple column inch. Rick inched his brim down the black man 's rig, keeping his tongue between his dentition and the underside of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the lesson about biting ! Licking, sucking and moaning with the exploit, rick applied himself to the day 's object lesson, while his bottom teacher towered above him, open hand poised for another work stoppage. In the background knowledge, Rick could get a line Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to keep Haranga well-chosen.

With the calamus of the big black tool moistened, rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his mouth as far as possible, but keeping his sassing locked in a tight clutches, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the smaller Edward D. White man 's ministrations to his now fully engorged cock. The vein along the bottom of the foresighted, black monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering star to haystack 's tongue. The white man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's black cock, was sexually aroused as well. His piddling bloodless dick was pushing against his underwear, having grown to its full-of-the-moon five inches.

Now giving picayune moans of pleasance as his knife and eager mouth fed the sensations to his mental capacity 's pleasure center, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big black rooster and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the powerful opprobrious man seized a handful of Rick 's blond 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 abdomen, with his big, gleaming White ass prominently pointed toward the ceiling. Coating his quarter round with a substance from a minor container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively expectant digit into the White River man 's ass. Rick began to wrestle and struggle, but the firm pitch-dark youth wrapped his left hand around the back of his soon-to-be lover 's slender neck, applied atmospheric pressure, and the forcefulness and painful sensation caused Rick to cease his dodging attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal orifice, Haranga used to right hand to array his massive cock with its target, and began to apply force to gain entry. crick grunted with pain, from the new source stretching his sphincter and the mightily hand squeezing his neck and pushing his face into the canvas level. hayrick let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga 's thick shaft gained entryway, and his black-market assailant quickly moved his vast hand from the White man 's neck to his facial expression, covering his sass and choking off further screeching as the midst, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned White man 's asshole. Haranga 's end was to pay his gabardine victim a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to penalise him, so he halted the insight and let the incapacitated white man 's soundbox adjust to the now rock hard hammer inside him.

After a few mo, when hayrick 's squirming body had begun to relax, the tall, herculean blackness man slowly pushed his cock deeper into its slopped entryway, stopping again when his ball were resting on Rick 's sack. After another short break, Haranga began to get it on the White River man, very slowly and with abruptly stroking. The vivid pain kink had felt during the early stages was giving way to intense delight and the vast black-market shaft made almost never-ending contact lens with his hypersensitive prostate. Sensing that his slenderize white employer was ready to be a unforced pardner, Haranga rolled Rick over onto his back, releasing the grip on his face and mouth. The bewitch white man began to pant and moan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his shot, withdrawing his pulsing blacken shaft until only the head teacher remained in Rick 's dead body, then thrusting in until his nut slapped against rick 's inviting ass.

The feelings, the ended supremacy by the African fucking him, the loss of ascendence ovehis natural action and emotions, hit Rick hard. His organic structure began to quiver and shake up and he felt another strong sensation and without warning, lost control and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense fucking, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the collapsible shelter and went to the invitee tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her body of work. Sticking his brain through the flutter, Marshu spoke softly in his aboriginal glossa to the safari scout. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's wife, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to express you. Please number with me. '' Slipping into their rain gearing, the pair left the collapsible shelter and Eric led the way to the porters'shelter. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the sight of her partner, naked on his back on the tent trading floor, with the lanky, muscular Haranga mounted and fucking the white lensman in wide-cut missionary lieu. rick, in the throes of yet another orgasm, had his implements of war and wooden leg wrapped around his new headmaster and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the stopcock moving in his body hit him harder and harder. Completely oblivious to the presence of his shocked and unbelieving wife, Rick 's trunk 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 setting. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a hot seat, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and shrieking, she asked Eric to barricade what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those ugly thing 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, nada is being done to rick that he does n't need done. Like many Edward White men, especially those with minuscule 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 heart and soul, and began to worship it with his scented little mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a matter of prison term until Haranga had that big putz buried in your married man 's ass and was making him moan and wiggle and orgasm like the niggling bitch he now realizes that he is. I should state you that similar things have happened to various of the lily-white male person hunting expedition guests on my trips, although most resisted the whim prospicient 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 effect, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, guest. Donna sipped the tea, trying to shut her ears and creative thinker to the sounds 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. Rick, in the tent next room access, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender white man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his face directly over hayrick 's, he continued to have it away the helpless white man with full-of-the-moon strokes of his fatheaded tool, which he expertly for maximum contact with his lover 's raw `` G situation '', his prostate gland. Like a black-market snake in the grass hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into hayrick 's astray open low eyes, and slowly lowered his look until his full lips touched the white man 's slightly open mouth in a osculation of sexual captivity. Their clapper met, the black man 's long tongue driving into the bequeath rima oris beneath him, and soon, wrick came again, an tremendous outbreak of emotion, that left him spent and hitch. Haranga withdrew his stopcock, and moved up the shaking Patrick Victor Martindale White body beneath him, placing the head of his still hard tool on hayrick 's back talk. His used organic structure still quivering, the whiteness man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly accept the vile cock and he worked it with lips and clapper until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid state he had come to need. Then naught. He passed out.

In the guide 's one-fourth, Donna had regained her calm, but after a 2nd cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. At Eric 's hypnotism, she agreed to rest, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to leave. `` You 're outwear and swage, Donna, why not remain here for a bit. We can screen out out what 's happening with your married man after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his camp bed, adequate for two people and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive unseasoned woman slay her jacket, and sat her down on the edge of his bed while he removed her shoe. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his work, carefully removing her shorts and blouse. Still seated on the bed, Donna watched numbly as Eric, standing directly in nominal head of her, stripped to the pelt, his midst, 8-inch dark lily-white cock dangling in front of her at eye grade.

This would, as it was developing, prove to be a most memorable photo hunting expedition for the Whitney Young couple. Unforgettable, on many levels !