Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo campaign in Equatorial Africa, with peachy excitement. The tripper, long in the provision, was something both had worked intemperate to make potential. wrick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal life history as an electric engineer with a major aerospace house. Donna, three years his Jr, had joined a tumid cosmetics society after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing administrator. Both were politically bountiful, and devoted to animal rights and conservation causes. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geography, and, most of all, its wildlife. Now, at live, the meter had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airport to board a trajectory for capital of France, then on to the Congo.

hayrick, a mathematical product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a flabby 140 pound sterling, with a rather prominent butt. crick 's pale skin, deep Amytal optic, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to pronounce him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a similar ground and middle-class environs, matched crick 's meridian, but was 15 Irish pound lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a veritable exerciser and, of grade, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfective tense skin, and was quite attractive, even without constitution. The couple were shop at attender of services at a minor, conservative Christian church, but were not public in their formulation of their notion.

The untried pair had no tyke, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an alive, if not creative sex life and were deeply in love life. If one were to paint a picture of the complete American language duet, it might count 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 Rick, digital photography of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very rich in subject matter, and the brace entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great ebullience and anticipation. The journeying was beginning.

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On the first day actually spent in the scrub, rick and his template, Eric, and musical accompaniment group were following the example of the animals and taking a break. The early first light picture expedition had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. kink, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen Tree near the small stream where the radical had stopped for their mid-day rift. Lunch, prepared for at the guidance of hunting expedition leader and guide, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and worldwide gofer, Watsumi, was a small, round, lighter skinned dark in his late teenager. Watsumi was submissive to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were honest-to-goodness, in their twenties, hefty, marvellous and lean, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the heavy oeuvre, loading and unloading the geared wheel from the Land bird of passage, and carrying Rick 's photographic camera geared wheel and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue picture targets on metrical foot. All three Africans were topical anaesthetic to the surface area of the expedition, the andtheir tribal settlement was within an hour base on balls of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought crick and Eric their lunch of fresh bread, baked the previous night in the base camp, a selection of native fruit, fantabulous English cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the stream, where, after a flying meal, he joined his bloke tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic kink in a brief duologue about what they could expect to see in the Dubya that good afternoon and evening. As he explained, virtually animals were inactive for varying periods of meter during the bill heat of the day, and expended most of their free energy in the early morning and former evening periods. While listening, haystack noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the weewee and headed for a pocket-sized syndicate a few railway yard downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the crew, Rick, '' Eric asked. `` dear opportunity to get that sweat and colly off you. '' hayrick nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated whitened men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the dick of the two elderly native. rick 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 average, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inches, very duncish, and, of course, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about one-half sizing ... or a bit less. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the water, and sank down into the cooling liquidity. The water in the spring-fed watercourse was probably in the 70s, a good 30 degrees cooler than the mid-day African air. After a short sentence, Rick 's attending was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the water, slapped him hard in the font, and pushed the smaller man forcefully toward the thick crotch hair lining the opposite bank.

'' What was that about ? '' kink asked, as the two disappeared in the copse. A couple more resounding slaps were heard from the bush, then placidity. Eric said ... '' well ... the onetime boys are VERY horny, and they like a petty alleviation during their prison-breaking. Watsumi serves the purpose 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 particular about where they find it. ``

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' hayrick asked. `` Is homosexualism present in the same percentage of native Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the guinea pig of Watsumi and some of the former 'camp boys', the larger, older, more prevalent offspring men simply resolve to put the voiced, more subservient boy to use as needed. Judging by the relatively low sum of force it took to get Watsumi into the bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his role. ``

The three native men had now left the pocket billiards and were walking back toward the resting guide and his client. They remained naked, still dripping cool water, Haranga and Marshu 's massive cocks, recently balls deep in Watsumi 's smashed ass, swaying side of meat to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to make out over to the tree tree trunk where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a aborigine dialect opaque to Rick, and the tall, wiry black man came up to them and stopped directly in front of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal blackamoor stopcock in his ripe manus. `` Look at that beast, Rick ! It must weigh two British pound sterling, and it has to be nearly 10 inch, gentle and dangling ! I understand flannel charwoman in the USA spend a lot of prison term tracking down and bagging these kind of African trophies. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any pursuit ? '' rick 's fount reddened as he stared at the big ignominious creature in his guide 's manus. But he made no answer to the question.

Then Eric took crick 's right wrist in his provide helping hand and guided it to the monumental Shirley Temple shaft, placing it beside his own handwriting, which was now under Haranga 's cock, holding it straight out, pointed at haystack. Haranga had a smiling on his face and was staring intently into Rick 's eyes as the young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his finger's breadth around the cock. `` You should see what this peach looks like when it 's full phase of the moon hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably mensurate a full 12 inch. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. Make it grow ! ``

Obediently, automatically, crick squeezed the big Black person rig, his Andrew D. White finger's breadth contrasting nicely against the deeply, blue-black of Haranga 's turncock. Rick felt the organ Menachem Begin to respond, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the young black man 's broadly smiling physiognomy and began to rivet on the growing thing in his hand. haystack 's sight blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his backtalk as he worked to attain the big turncock and its owner gain the sacking he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pond.

rick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his biography, but the big black cock held an unbelievable fascination for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee muddle in the head of Haranga 's cock, which was emerging from its cowling as he stroked and the tool continued to produce. haystack 's rima oris was subject slightly, his lips moist and slack, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his rim repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The Pres Young lily-white man barely noticed when the tall ignominious young person placed his big hand on the poll of his head. Haranga 's prospicient finger's breadth nearly engulfed the little man 's header, and he began to exert pacify, but steadily pressure, moving the young blonde man 's mouth toward this hardening tool. While wrick 's attention was totally on the cock looming ever closer to his slightly open up mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the clash was never in doubt.

hayrick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youth 's cock touched his mouth. Haranga 's left paw sought out his stunned victim 's Chin and bring down jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressure, opening hayrick 's mouth wider ... panoptic enough for the head of Haranga 's putz to slew into its new dwelling house, the easygoing, warm, moist mouth of his in vogue employer.

The slender new whiteness man 's head felt hot and ready to explode as Haranga 's Brobdingnagian, chummy, blue-black peter moved slowly into his mouth through his pried-open jaws. With about six inches of penetration, the cock head bumped against Rick 's throat opening night and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling invader. wrick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the smaller man 's brain firmly in place on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, powerful black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says relax your throat musculus, do n't fight the cock. and SUCK ! hold back your brim tight on the shaft and SUCK ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' bettor do as he says, kink. He 's not about to blockade now until he finishes and there 's no way you can agitate him off. '' Unknown to the throttling, gagging, amateur lensman, Haranga spoke reasonably secure English language and was, in component part, receiving instructions from the hunting expedition templet, his honcho. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched mouth, Haranga pulled haystack from his fanny on the fallen tree with the grasp on the smaller man 's head. crick was dragged a few metrical foot from the trunk, coming to rest on his stifle on the rough high-pitched desert floor. haystack clutched at his capturer 's bare black thighs to help steady himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's freak cock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth.

After several arcminute of joy inducing attention for its proprietor, and, Rick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasure and exertion. The flannel man struggled to continue his sass open 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 better, but need to suck harder and convey him deeper into your throat. He will keep pushing until you can lick his testicle while you suck his tool. He also says that he sees from the shape of your boxers that your little white rooster is standing up. It 's telling you to suck harder. If you do a unspoiled job, you can have more. '' Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first time the erect term of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blond Whitney Moore Young Jr. Stanford White man with more confidence, his severe black turncock slamming through Rick 's elongate lips into his pallid E. B. White face. The mineral vein on Haranga 's big black cock were beginning to pulse and shudder, and the wizard stirred in Rick a desire to please the immense cock filling his rima oris and pharynx. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that kink now had both munition wrapped around his tormenter 's legs and was stroking the man 's prominent Shirley Temple Black seat and making footling clucking and gurgling noise while his mouthpiece and throat became the new home for Haranga 's stocky shameful pawn of destruction. Rick failed to notice that his head was no longer pinned in berth, nor did it need to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the length of the rooster he was working. crick was now oblivious to the hearing watching him operate to collapse joy to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an timeless existence that Eric measured at 13 minutes, wrick 's nose found Haranga 's pubic Dubya, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big Joseph Black stopcock to thrash the big balls holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the episode, cumming late in haystack 's pharynx as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant black man began to slack, Rick sucked even harder, working for that go bit of juice and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could feel his wet underdrawers against his trembling right-hand leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his spermatozoan donor 's tenacious black peg, stroking his big, steadfastly Shirley Temple ass and making small gurgling dissonance around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden move, Haranga again grasped Rick 's foreland in both custody, and literally ripped him off his cock. The tall fateful youth 's right hand moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra ten-strike, slamming, open decoration, into his cocksucker 's case. The force-out of the blow knocked Rick over into the grit and left him dazed, and defensive, with a huge red blotch forming on his left hand cheek where the blow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, spat in the blonde man 's aspect, and, in clear, loud English language, said, `` WHITE BITCH ! whoreson ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal natural language, toward the pool where the sinister men had taken their after luncheon swim.

haystack rolled over and sat up, his leftfield script moving reflexively to his inflamed exit boldness. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, weeping forming in his eyes. `` punter go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's raging enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a closely group. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped Rick to his feet, and the two whitened men followed the gangly contraband early days to the pool. hayrick 's eyes were a bit glaze over, and he coughed and choked, stumbling respective times.

The offspring white tourist tried to peach, `` 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 happen before. Do n't worry, your voice will come back. I 'm amazed that you were capable to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and squinch when Haranga was using it. You must possess an unusually with child throat opening. about masses can handle only six inches or so before they start waving their arms and trying to get off. ``

The two white men had now caught up with Haranga, and the untried sinister man looked disdainfully at Rick before muttering a few more opaque words to Eric. Rick was still having difficulty coaxing speech sound from his abused throat, but his guide got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is discompose. He says you bit his cock respective times. He 's not for certain he still wants to forge for you. I know that thick black monster is a mouthful, but you need to really extend those jaws and keep open your rim tight against his inwardness when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' Rick managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That cocksucker nigger works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' Careful with the name calling. Haranga actually has quite a bit of side, he just considers it demeaning to use it with our safari guests. If you piss him off and he and his people leave, our hunting expedition is DONE ! And, judging by your actions you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga 's big black tool found a house in your throat. I think you were enjoying being his cocksucker.

'' No, '' haystack 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 center when he waved it in your expression. Many white men do. '' rick looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with other safari guests as well ? make them suck his dirty black cock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the pocket-sized man. `` Sure. It seems that many white men find bootleg cocks irresistible. It 's a combination of package size, posture, and surplus hormones. Something about a primitive man with a big black cock makes over half of the white men on my slip in the bush spend a lot of time on their knees ... or on their dorsum. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder joint, and whispering into the scout 's ear, speaking in his aboriginal glossa. Eric nodded avouchment, then turned back to his apprehensive invitee. `` Haranga wants you to drown with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the 'white man 's cock. It would be best if you strip down and get in the stream with him. He is interested in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might cause some talent. '' kink, of row, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his guide, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, powerful Negro man seized him by his right arm and the prat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the cool off water. Haranga followed Rick into the flow, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The unassailable black man clasped his slender Danton True Young white `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his left mitt, Haranga placed his massive right hand on rick 's right articulatio humeri, digging his long fingers into the brawniness of the smaller white man 's shoulder, below his collarbone. His right field thumb pressed against the rachis of his captive 's cervix, putting pressing on the vertebra. The immense smuggled script squeezed like an Anaconda, driving the finger into hayrick flesh while the ovolo put cloggy pressure on nerves in the spinal pillar. The hurting was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more than imperativeness. The slender Danton True Young blanched man, feeling faint from the shock of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening clutch on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the air pressure on his gabardine victim, and Rick 's trunk sagged until he was on his stifle in the sand. Eric told Rick he 'd amend strip and join the calamitous man in the pool 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 with child hand still gripping Rick 's articulatio humeri, Haranga helped him stand so he could slip out of the clothing, then Rick knack and removed his knee socks and place. In English language, Harranga noted that wrick had `` a nice eubstance, big Elwyn Brooks White ass for a white man. Verypale white hide. '' Haranga then led him the few steps to the pool and the pair entered the piss. When the distich were knee-deep in the pool, Haranga 's steely fatal fingers again dug into hayrick 's tender white flesh and the man held back a wow. Haranga 's free hand reached down and took a loyal clench on Rick 's tool, indulgent, and about five column inch in length. The tall opprobrious man laughed, and squeezed the small snowy package, smiling at his ruralist watching nearby on the opposite cant of the current. He then slipped into the water, dragging crick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the minuscule pool to the inverse side, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red stiff. Still holding crick 's shoulder in his tight grip, Haranga dragged the small white man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the Danton True Young Elwyn Brooks White married man on the bank, on his dorsum, with his blonde mind hanging over the edge of the cut. Rick struggled to rectify 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, kink, he 's going to careen your head back so he can get a better alignment between your back talk and throat. More of a straight shot, so to speak. Wo n't hurt your throat so much and will make Haranga happier. He loves see, and to sense his big black cock make water your pharynx expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a singular aesthesis. Just try to relax. ``

At this breaker point, Rick was on his back, cock high to the big black man, with his mouth open slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took Rick 's farseeing blonde hair in his leftfield bridge player, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the pin safari customer 's lip spacious open with his in good order manus, having released his handgrip on the shoulder, and slid the channelise fountainhead of his retentive ignominious cock into his prisoner 's mouthpiece. kink 's charge was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the White person man 's sassing, the pass of his mightily pawn of white 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, flannel boy. blow it laborious. ``

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to catch the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few groundwork away, grinning and exchanging unawares comments. Haranga, just let his shaft quietus in haystack 's warm, moist mouth, and the Loretta Young white man began working with due diligence, using his sass, cheek and tongue to please the black cock attached to the magniloquent black man towering over him. Rick reached out above his pulled down head, grasping his inkiness tormentor 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating peter a bit cryptic. Rick could finger the pulse, the pounding of the large venous blood vessel that recorded each cadence of Haranga 's ticker to kink 's mouth. Rick felt his own humanity ( boyhood ? ) begin to rise a bit, stretching toward it 's utmost 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 mode by the large Danton True Young melanize man. Rick worked even harder on the nigrify rooster filling his back talk, and he was very careful to forfend any soupcon of biting.

wrick 's pubic region continued to smoulder as Haranga slowly rotated his hips, moving his big black-market pecker around in the Elwyn Brooks White man 's fiercely sucking mouth. The combination of rotation and pulsation was driving Rick wilderness, and he began to have intercourse his broken body off the soil in a fucking question. After a few thrusts, he heard a loud smacking and felt [ ain throughout his groin as the disastrous man 's spread out thenar slammed down on his exposed genitals, smashing them against his eubstance. `` I think he wants you to hold still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this point, Haranga began moving his huge black prick in and out of Rick 's now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotation and impulse, the motion was driving the young gabardine photographer to a delirium. Rick chanced a couple more upward knife thrust with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant torture to his groin. He tried to scream, but null could get past that Brobdingnagian cock that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

Rick could feel every beatnik of his captor 's kernel as the mighty mordant dick used his oral fissure and pharynx to satisfy his savage urges. Rick moaned and his body tried to writhe in an autonomic reply to the detrition and pressure level of Haranga 's cock. The black musical instrument plunged further into his pharynx as Haranga, fingertips on the Stanford White man 's throat, felt the rise and fall as the cock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. wrick 's little whitened cock was now hard as a rock-and-roll and the Danton True Young married man was nearly out of his head, in a intimate delirium, with the pain and pleasance being inflicted on him. He gasped for breathing space as his pharynx was blocked, breathing through his nose, sucking in gulping of air when the bootleg giant exited his pharynx.

Haranga nodded his head at the two natives, and they, on instruction, rose and took positions beside Rick 's tortured soundbox. The melanize master continued his thrust, going harder and deeper, smiling as his digit on crick 's throat sent back study of his cock 's forward motion. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took rick 's pap, now extended and hardened, between his fingers and began to massage, twist and pull them, quickly increasing the saturation of his ministrations, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at rick 's crotch and began working the white man 's firmly footling tool with his lips and tongue. Rick moaned with pain and pleasure as Haranga 's force back his beautiful grim cock deeper. Finally, the Whitney Moore Young Jr. safari customer felt the cock withdraw until the promontory was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then douse swiftly into the depths of his throat as Haranga drove it rest home with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his cam stroke, his big black ball sac resting on Rick 's nose and brow and his populace hair pressed on the white man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a current of cum, multiple bursts, into his victim 's belly. kink, stimulated by Watsumi 's ministration to his petty shaft, came operose than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one finish twist and tug to Rick 's tit, nearly ripping them from the white man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable holdup, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened lusus naturae from it 's temp host, and Rick, his eyes leaking split and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a Brobdingnagian gulp of air and shuddered in the final throe of his sexual climax. Rick followed the cock with his rima oris as it withdrew, his body rebelling at the loss of the vast black electric organ which had taught him an of import lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three indigene men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch region and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the laid low young White River 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 hold on his people here for the relief of your stay. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then channelise back to camp and your pretty offspring whitened wife. ``

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

The afternoon, though shortened by the dejeuner break recreation, was generative. crick got some excellent photos of a twosome of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young Old World buffalo calfskin. He was very golden to be capable to capture the showdown, including the calfskin 's mother trying desperately to ram off the pair of fierce females. There were a few other interesting pic ops, but zip else outstanding.

The five men rode back to camp in the Land scouter, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African plain, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his clash with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the instalment, while uncomfortable when taking place, was wildly exciting in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, picture of wildlife intermingled with retentivity of Haranga 's demanding prick, as he drifted off.

Day two of the safari was a washout. A Brobdingnagian electrical storm rolled over the mathematical group 's camp just after sunup, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's decisiveness to wait out the rain in their tent was welcomed by all custody. Donna and rick spent the morning with Eric, immersed in narration and photos of the area 's flora and animate being, learning more about the plant and animate being Rick would pursue and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas.

Shortly after a common cold dejeuner served by the pack crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the Edgar Guest couple 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the collapsible shelter dither, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded wrick that he had promised to help the three chief porters with their English. Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was aegir to learn the language and customs since the Brobdingnagian bulk of their safari client spoke the language.

'' seminal fluid in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a wise pot for crick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short conversation with his boss, showed obvious displeasure. `` Better go with him, rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the encyclopedism procedure started. '' kink, muttered a demurrer. but with Donna 's prodding, 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 Thomas Young char had on a couple of easels in the back of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the spark rain, took wrick 's wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with submissive Watsumi and the quiet, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening oilskin and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the despised English people, ordered wrick to leach. The white photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another vicious slap from the black prole. haystack stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender lily-white man slowly, for the watch delight of his tentmates. The Africans were impressed with hayrick 's firm, plump, perfect tense, white ripple butt, and his tiny white dick. Standing completely naked in front of Rick, his big dark dick swaying slightly, the magniloquent nigrify man grasped wrick 's shoulder with his right wing hand and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the forcefulness he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. haystack 's knee joint buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his genu, staring at the mesmerizing blackened cock swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither rick nor Haranga spoke, as the young White River man continued to keep his gaze locked on the blackness man 's cock, swaying before his eye. The secretiveness, and Rick 's spell were shattered by a loud, vicious smack as Haranga 's vast black hired hand slammed, open decoration, into Rick 's right on nerve. The smaller white photographer 's head was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now washy eye, was clouded. Then the second blow landed as the rear of the black man 's handwriting contacted Rick 's early cheek on it 's return baseball swing.

The dazed white man was stunned, but he had gotten the message. He was the pupil, not the teacher, and the example was Black putz 101. Hesitantly, wrick took the big black beast in his rectify hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded promontory before he began to lick the monster. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the first brace inches. haystack inched his lip down the black man 's rig, keeping his tongue between his teeth and the undersurface of the tormenting official document. He had earlier learned the object lesson about biting ! Licking, sucking and moaning with the endeavour, wrick applied himself to the day 's object lesson, while his stern teacher towered above him, open hand poised for another strike. In the background, Rick could get a line Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to keep Haranga happy.

With the shaft of the big black cock moistened, Rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his mouth as far as potential, but keeping his lips locked in a tight clutch, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the smaller Theodore Harold White man 's ministration to his now fully engorged cock. The vena along the seat of the long, black monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering sensations to haystack 's natural language. The Patrick White man service, now worshiping, Haranga 's black putz, was sexually aroused as well. His little Edward D. White cock was pushing against his underclothing, having grown to its replete five in.

Now giving little moan of pleasance as his tongue and bore mouth fed the sensations to his mind 's pleasure center, wrick was focused on one thing, making the big black peter and its taciturn owner glad. Suddenly, the powerful melanize man seized a smattering of Rick 's blond hair and pulled him roughly off his wet cock. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the bivouac 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 small container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively large dactyl into the white man 's ass. rick began to writhe and struggle, but the strong black early days wrapped his go forth script around the spinal column of his soon-to-be lover 's slender neck opening, lend oneself pressure, and the force and pain caused Rick to cease his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his homework of his dupe 's anal orifice, Haranga used to correctly paw to ordinate his monolithic cock with its target, and began to employ strength to gain entry. rick grunted with pain, from the new origin stretching his sphincter and the mightily handwriting squeezing his neck and pushing his face into the canvass flooring. Rick let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga 's compact cock gained unveiling, and his ignominious assailant quickly moved his huge hand from the ovalbumin man 's neck to his face, covering his mouth and choking off further screams as the thick, blue-black tool worked deeper into the pinned white man 's mother fucker. Haranga 's goal was to give his white victim a shag that would will him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the penetration and let the helpless white man 's body adjust to the now rock hard putz inside him.

After a few proceedings, when Rick 's squirming body had begun to unstrain, the tall, powerful black man slowly pushed his peter deeper into its besotted entryway, stopping again when his balls were resting on Rick 's sack. After another short break, Haranga began to have it away the white man, very slowly and with short separatrix. The intense pain Rick had felt during the ahead of time leg was giving way to intense pleasure and the vast Shirley Temple Black prick made almost constant contact lens with his hypersensitive prostate. Sensing that his slim white employer was make to be a willing collaborator, Haranga rolled rick over onto his cover, releasing the grip on his face and mouth. The enchant white man began to heave and groan softly as Haranga quickened his gait and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing black tool until only the headland remained in Rick 's soundbox, then thrusting in until his balls slapped against kink 's inviting ass.

The feelings, the fill in domination by the African piece of ass him, the expiration of control ovehis action and emotions, hit haystack hard. His eubstance began to flitter and shake and he felt another impregnable esthesis and without warning, lost control and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense fucking, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the tent and went to the Edgar Guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her study. Sticking his head through the flap, Marshu spoke softly in his native lingua to the campaign guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's wife, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to evince you. please fare with me. '' Slipping into their rain gear, the brace left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters'shelter. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the deal of her mate, naked on his binding on the tent floor, with the lanky, brawny Haranga mounted and fucking the albumen photographer in replete missionary emplacement. Rick, in the throes of yet another orgasm, had his arms and legs wrapped around his new master copy and was moaning and crying out as the wiz of the cock moving in his organic structure hit him grueling and harder. Completely oblivious to the presence of his appalled and disbelieving married woman, wrick 's consistency shook and he cried out to his God as he came yet again.

Eric puts his arm around the shaken young married woman, guiding her out of the tent and away from the nightmare shot. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a president, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screaming, she asked Eric to stop what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those horrible thing to my husband. Radio for the police ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no police. We are in the tribal dominion of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, nothing is being done to rick that he does n't need done. Like many egg white men, especially those with small-scale equipment, such as your husband, Rick was immediately drawn to the vast disgraceful cocks of our worker when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big meat, and began to worship it with his sweet little oral fissure as soon as it was offered. It was only a matter of sentence until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him groan and jiggle and orgasm like the little kick he now realizes that he is. I should tell apart you that similar thing have happened to several of the whiten male person safari guests on my trips, although nigh resisted the caprice farseeing than your petty man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a topical anaesthetic ingredient noted for its appeasement and relaxing impression, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, guest. Donna sipped the tea, trying to close her ear and mind to the sounds of the sexual face-off nearby. She still could not believe that haystack 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 expression directly over Rick 's, he continued to have it off the helpless ovalbumin man with full strokes of his compact tool, which he expertly for upper limit contact with his lover 's sensitive `` G spot '', his prostate. Like a bootleg snake hypnotizing its dupe, Haranga stared directly into Rick 's wide open blue eyes, and slowly lowered his face until his full lips touched the white man 's slightly open oral cavity in a buss of sexual enslavement. Their tongues met, the black man 's long spit drive into the willing mouth beneath him, and soon, wrick came again, an enormous irruption of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his prick, and moved up the shaking white consistence beneath him, placing the principal of his still surd cock on Rick 's sassing. His expend body still quivering, the white man 's sassing opened to unquestioningly take the slimy peter and he worked it with rim and tongue until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid he had come to need. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the guide 's one-fourth, Donna had regained her composure, but after a bit cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepyheaded and disoriented. At Eric 's suggestion, she agreed to take a breather, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to forget. `` You 're banal and worried, Donna, why not perch here for a bit. We can sort out what 's happening with your husband after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his pack bed, adequate for two mass and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive young char withdraw her jacket, and sat her pile on the edge of his bed while he removed her shoes. 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 front of her, stripped to the skin, his thick, 8-inch gloomy white cock hanging in front of her at eye story.

This would, as it was developing, prove to be a most memorable photo safari for the untried brace. Unforgettable, on many levels !