rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their predominate dreaming holiday, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The misstep, long in the preparation, was something both had worked severely to do possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his paragon calling as an electrical engineer with a John Roy Major aerospace house. Donna, three days his junior, had joined a with child cosmetics company after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive director. Both were politically liberal, and devoted to animal right and preservation movement. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geography, and, almost of all, its wildlife. Now, at finish, the metre had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airport to board a flight for Paris, then on to the Republic of the Congo.

crick, a product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 pounds, with a rather prominent butt. haystack 's blanch skin, trench down in the mouth centre, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde whisker, caused many to judge him a `` hipster ''. Donna, from a similar backdrop and middle-class environment, matched Rick 's height, but was 15 pounds lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a regular exerciser and, of track, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without constitution. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a minuscule, bourgeois Christian church, but were not public in their expression of their beliefs.

The young pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an participating, if not creative sex life history and were deeply in love. If one were to paint a video of the perfect American couple, it might look very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their avocation ; Donna with her art, realistic pencil drafting and watercolour of flora and fauna, and Rick, digital photography of all bod of wildlife. Africa was very fertile in capable matter, and the pair entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and anticipation. The journey was beginning.

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On the first day actually spent in the shrub, Rick and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the example of the brute and taking a break. The other good morning photo expedition had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree near the small stream where the group had stopped for their mid-day open frame. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of safari loss leader and guide, Eric, would be simple. The helper chef and ecumenical gofer, Watsumi, was a small, round of drinks, ignitor skinned blackened in his late teens. Watsumi was instrumental to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were quondam, in their twenties, sinewy, improbable and lean, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the geartrain from the Land rover, and carrying haystack 's television camera gear wheel and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photo fair game on foot. All three Africans were local to the sphere of the expedition, the andtheir tribal village was within an hr walk of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their tiffin of refreshful scratch, baked the previous dark in the base pack, a selection of indigen fruits, excellent English language cheeses, and a feeding bottle of African red wine-colored. He then retreated to the flow, where, after a immediate meal, he joined his fellow tribesmen for a relaxing swim and, as Eric informed him, a traditional noontime nap.

Eric engaged the enthusiastic kink in a brief dialogue about what they could expect to see in the bush that afternoon and evening. As he explained, most animals were passive for varying periods of time during the efflorescence heat of the day, and expended well-nigh of their energy in the early morning and early evening point. While listening, hayrick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the water and headed for a small kitty a few yards downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the crew, Rick, '' Eric asked. `` Good opportunity to get that sweat and dirty off you. '' kink nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated White River men, Eric poked haystack and asked him if he had noticed the size of the cocks of the two one-time aboriginal. 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 inch, very thick, and, of trend, uncircumcised, '' Eric noted. `` Except for Watsumi and a few others like him who are about one-half size ... or a bit to a lesser extent. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the piss, and sank down into the cooling liquid. The H2O in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a just 30 degrees coolheaded than the mid-day African air. After a forgetful time, wrick 's attention was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the piss, slapped him hard in the face, and pushed the littler man forcefully toward the chummy bush lining the opposite word bank.

'' What was that about ? '' kink asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A brace more noise slaps were heard from the pubic hair, then quiet. Eric said ... '' well ... the older boys are VERY horny, and they like a little relief during their breaks. Watsumi serves the aim when no female are around, but he 's not always happy about it. The men of their folk are up to 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, '' kink asked. `` Is homosexualism present tense in the Lapp percentages of aboriginal Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the case of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp boys', the turgid, older, more predominant young men simply decide to put the softer, more submissive male child to use as needed. Judging by the relatively diminished amount of personnel it took to get Watsumi into the President George W. Bush, I 'd guess he 's about broken in to his role. ``

The three native men had now left the kitty and were walking back toward the resting templet and his client. They remained naked, still dripping assuredness water, Haranga and Marshu 's massive putz, recently balls trench in Watsumi 's tight ass, swaying side to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the tree trunk where he and kink were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a native dialect unintelligible to rick, and the tall, stringy Negroid man came up to them and stopped directly in front line of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal black cock in his mightily hand. `` attend at that wildcat, wrick ! It must consider two hammering, and it has to be nearly 10 inches, lenient and dangling ! I understand White River cleaning woman in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these sort of African prize. Has your married woman, Donna ever shown any stake ? '' haystack 's face reddened as he stared at the big black tool in his pathfinder 's hand. But he made no reply to the motion.

Then Eric took hayrick 's right wrist in his left wing hand and guided it to the massive black putz, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga 's prick, holding it straight out, pointed at Rick. Haranga had a smile on his font and was staring intently into Rick 's eyes as the young White man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his digit around the dick. `` You should see what this dish looks like when it 's full hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably evaluate a broad 12 in. rack it and pump it a bit. get it grow ! ``

Obediently, automatically, kink squeezed the big black rig, his white finger's breadth contrasting nicely against the thick, blue-black of Haranga 's cock. rick felt the Hammond organ Begin to react, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the young black man 's broadly grinning smiler and began to rivet on the growing thing in his hand. rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his back talk as he worked to bring in the big cock and its owner increase the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the syndicate.

crick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his life, but the big calamitous stopcock held an incredible captivation for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee pickle in the head of Haranga 's cock, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the tool continued to grow. wrick 's mouth was open slightly, his lips moist and drop-off, and without being conscious of his military action, he licked his back talk repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The Lester Willis Young white man barely noticed when the tall disastrous youth placed his big hand on the peak of his head. Haranga 's long fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man 's head, and he began to exert gentle, but steady pressure, moving the young blond man 's lip toward this hardening peter. While hayrick 's attention was totally on the dick looming ever closer to his slightly open sass, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the skirmish was never in doubt.

Rick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky young person 's cock touched his brim. Haranga 's result hand sought out his stunned dupe 's Chin and dispirited jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressure, opening Rick 's sass wider ... wide enough for the foreland of Haranga 's cock to slip into its new home, the cushy, warm, moist mouth of his in style employer.

The slender young Patrick White man 's head felt hot and ready to explode as Haranga 's huge, thick, blue-black dick moved slowly into his sassing through his pried-open jaws. With about six column inch of incursion, the cock point bumped against wrick 's pharynx opening and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling invader. wrick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the smaller man 's head firmly in place on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, muscular black man spoke a few lyric, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says loosen your throat musculus, do n't fight the stopcock. and sucking ! keep your sass tight on the shaft and SUCK ! Breathe through your nozzle. ''

'' better do as he says, Rick. He 's not about to stop now until he finishes and there 's no way you can fight down him off. '' Unknown to the strangling, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably good English and was, in role, receiving pedagogy from the safari guide, his boss. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched mouth, Haranga pulled Rick from his can on the fallen tree diagram with the hold on the small man 's head. Rick was dragged a few infantry from the tree trunk, coming to rest on his knees on the rough high desert floor. kink clutched at his captor 's raw black thighs to aid unfluctuating himself, and began to tentatively go down on Haranga 's monster stopcock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his sass.

After several minutes of pleasure inducing attention for its possessor, and, hayrick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with joy and exertion. The Patrick Victor Martindale White man struggled to sustain his mouth open astray 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 in harder and engage him deeper into your throat. He will keep pushing until you can figure out his balls while you suck his turncock. He also says that he sees from the condition of your shorts that your lilliputian Edward D. White shaft is standing up. It 's telling you to breastfeed harder. If you do a good job, you can suffer more. '' Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first fourth dimension the tumid condition of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blond young white man with more office, his surd melanise pecker slamming through Rick 's elongate backtalk into his sick white font. The veins on Haranga 's big black cock were beginning to pulse and throb, and the sensation stirred in haystack a desire to please the huge tool filling his rima oris and throat. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that Rick now had both arms wrapped around his tormentor 's branch and was stroking the man 's large total darkness buttocks and making trivial clucking and gurgling stochasticity while his mouthpiece and throat became the new abode for Haranga 's thick disastrous instrument of destruction. haystack 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 unsay the length of the cock he was working. crick was now unmindful to the hearing watching him bring to ease up pleasure to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an timeless existence that Eric measured at 13 hour, crick 's wind found Haranga 's pubic bush, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big pitch blackness cock to solve the big balls holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the episode, cumming deep in kink 's throat as his turncock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, prevalent black man began to relax, Rick sucked even harder, working for that hold out bit of juice and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could finger his wet shorts against his trembling right leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his spermatozoon donor 's longsighted black legs, stroking his big, truehearted black ass and making modest gurgling disturbance around the slightly shrunken, softening tool.

Then, in a sudden move, Haranga again grasped Rick 's head in both hands, and literally ripped him off his cock. The tall inkiness youth 's correct script moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra strike, slamming, open thenar, into his cocksucker 's side. The military force of the blow knocked rick over into the grit and left him dazzle, and defensive, with a huge red blotch forming on his left field nerve where the blow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen lensman, glaring, spat in the blonde man 's face, and, in clear, loud side, said, `` WHITE squawk ! whoreson ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal clapper, toward the pond where the black men had taken their after lunch swimming.

crick rolled over and sat up, his left hand hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left cheek. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, snag forming in his eyes. `` Better go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's furious enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a tight grouping. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped Rick to his feet, and the two blank men followed the gangly smuggled young person to the syndicate. hayrick 's eyes were a bit glazed, and he coughed and choked, stumbling several times.

The young white tourist tried to talk, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but speech were not coming. Eric partially supported his guest, helping him along. `` That big hammer messed up your pharynx, my boy. I 've seen that materialise before. Do n't care, your voice will make out back. I 'm nonplus that you were able to exact in very nearly the unit length. I could see your throat stretch and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually orotund throat opening. virtually citizenry can handle only six inches or so before they start waving their blazon and trying to run away. ``

The two Edward Douglas White Jr. men had now caught up with Haranga, and the young melanize man looked disdainfully at rick before muttering a few more unintelligible parole to Eric. Rick was still having difficulty coaxing audio from his abused throat, but his guide got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is distressed. He says you bit his cock respective prison term. He 's not sure he still wants to play for you. I know that duncical black behemoth is a mouthful, but you need to really dilute those jaws and go along your lips tight against his center when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' kink managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That asshole nigra works for us ! '' Eric broke in ... '' heedful with the name calling. Haranga actually has quite a bit of English, he just considers it demeaning to use it with our hunting expedition guests. If you piss him off and he and his masses leave, our campaign is DONE ! And, judging by your actions you were't putting up any impedance after Haranga 's big black 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 herculean for me to campaign. Why did n't you aid me when you saw what was happening ? '' Eric chuckled, `` That was between you and Haranga. You moved right in on that black kernel when he waved it in your face. Many White River men do. '' Rick looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with early safari invitee as well ? shuffle them suck his lousy black stopcock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the smaller man. `` Sure. It seems that many white men find black cocks irresistible. It 's a combination of package sizing, attitude, and surplusage hormones. Something about a crude man with a big black shaft makes over half of the white men on my trips in the George Bush spend a lot of clip on their genu ... or on their backs. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the berm, and whispering into the guidebook 's ear, speaking in his indigene tongue. Eric nodded avowal, then turned back to his apprehensive guest. `` 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 interest in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might have some endowment. '' Rick, of course of study, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his pathfinder, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, potent black man seized him by his mighty arm and the seat of his bloomers and pushed, then hurled him into the cool water. Haranga followed crick into the stream, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong calamitous man clasped his slender Thomas Young Edward Douglas White Jr. `` chief '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his bequeath mitt, Haranga placed his monolithic right on mitt on hayrick 's right hand shoulder, digging his long fingers into the muscle of the smaller tweed man 's shoulder, below his clavicle. His ripe quarter round pressed against the back of his captive 's neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The huge black-market hand squeezed like an Anaconda, driving the fingers into kink flesh while the pollex put heavy pressure on spunk in the spinal column. The pain in the ass was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied Thomas More air pressure. The slender young white man, feeling faint from the cushion of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to miss the ever tightening grip on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure on his whiteness victim, and haystack 's soundbox sagged until he was on his articulatio genus in the George Sand. Eric told rick he 'd improve landing strip and join the black man in the pool if he wanted to restrain his accompaniment team in place. Fearful of Sir Thomas More annoyance, rick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his hunting expedition shorts and underclothing. With his large hand still gripping Rick 's shoulder, Haranga helped him stand so he could slip out of the article of clothing, then crick bent-grass and removed his knee socks and shoes. In English, Harranga noted that crick had `` a gracious consistence, big egg white ass for a white man. Verypale white cutis. '' Haranga then led him the few whole step to the pond and the twosome entered the water. When the pair were knee-deep in the pond, Haranga 's steely black fingers again dug into hayrick 's tender white flesh and the man held back a riot. Haranga 's free helping hand reached down and took a firm grip on Rick 's cock, soft, and about five inches in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the low white package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the opposite savings bank of the watercourse. He then slipped into the water, dragging Rick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the belittled pool to the opposite face, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red clay. Still holding Rick 's berm in his mingy grip, Haranga dragged the small clean man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the young white husband on the cant, on his back, with his blonde head hanging over the edge of the cut. hayrick struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the tall young disastrous man 's vice-like suitcase. 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 better alignment between your mouth and throat. to a greater extent of a straight snap, so to mouth. Wo n't hurt your throat so much and will make Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big black cock pretend your throat expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a noteworthy sensation. Just try to relax. ``

At this point, kink was on his vertebral column, hammer luxuriously to the big black man, with his mouth undefendable slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took hayrick 's long blonde hair in his leave hand, jerked his mind down over edge of the cut, popped the pinned campaign customer 's mouth wide opened with his right deal, having released his adhesive friction on the articulatio humeri, and slid the pointed read/write head of his farsighted dim peter into his prisoner 's oral fissure. Rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the white man 's mouth, the head of his herculean instrument of white destruction poised at his victim 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at hayrick in his native idiom. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it hard, flannel boy. suck it hard. ``

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to watch the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few substructure away, grinning and exchanging short comments. Haranga, just let his hammer residuum in Rick 's warm, moist mouth, and the young white man began working with due diligence, using his sass, impudence and tongue to please the melanise pecker attached to the magniloquent pitch-black man towering over him. crick reached out above his pulled down forefront, grasping his melanize teaser 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit deeper. hayrick could feel the pulsations, the throb of the declamatory vena that recorded each pulse of Haranga 's center to wrick 's rima oris. Rick felt his own humanity ( boyhood ? ) begin to turn a bit, stretching toward it 's uttermost five in. 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. rick worked even harder on the black cock filling his sass, and he was very careful to obviate any lead of biting.

kink 's pubes continued to smolder as Haranga slowly rotated his rose hip, moving his big black putz around in the white man 's fiercely sucking mouth. The combination of rotary motion and pulsation was driving hayrick wild, and he began to hump his lower body off the soil in a piece of tail motion. After a few thrusts, he heard a tacky slap and felt [ ain throughout his inguen as the black man 's open palm slammed down on his bring out crotch, smashing them against his consistency. `` I think he wants you to hold still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this point, Haranga began moving his immense bleak tool in and out of Rick 's now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotary motion and pulse, the bowel movement was driving the young livid photographer to a frenzy. Rick chanced a yoke more upward thrust with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant agony to his groin. He tried to scream, but nothing could get past that immense peter that filled his oral cavity and was pumping in and out of his throat.

Rick could palpate every cadence of his captor 's heart as the mightily black pecker used his oral cavity and pharynx to satisfy his brute impulse. Rick moaned and his physical structure tried to wriggle in an autonomic answer to the friction and imperativeness of Haranga 's cock. The black legal document plunged further into his pharynx as Haranga, fingertips on the gabardine man 's throat, felt the rise and fall as the peter invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. Rick 's little white pecker was now hard as a rock and the young hubby was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual delirium, with the bother and delight being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nozzle, sucking in gulps of air when the black fiend exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two aboriginal, and they, on bid, rose and took position beside rick 's tortured physical structure. The pitch blackness master continued his thrusting, going harder and deeper, smiling as his digit on wrick 's throat sent back news report of his cock 's progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took Rick 's teat, now extended and hardened, between his fingerbreadth and began to massage, braid and draw in them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministration, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at Rick 's private parts and began working the flannel man 's punishing little tool with his back talk and glossa. hayrick moaned with pain and pleasure as Haranga 's drove his beautiful blackamoor cock deeper. Finally, the young safari client felt the shaft withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking lip ... then plunge swiftly into the astuteness of his pharynx as Haranga drove it home with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottomland of his diagonal, his expectant black nut sac resting on hayrick 's intrude and forehead and his public whisker pressed on the white man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple bursts, into his victim 's belly. haystack, stimulated by Watsumi 's ministrations to his little tool, came harder than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one terminal twist and tug to Rick 's mammilla, nearly ripping them from the white man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable hold, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened teras from it 's impermanent host, and Rick, his eyes leaking tears and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a Brobdingnagian swig of air and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm. haystack followed the hammer with his mouth as it withdrew, his consistency rebelling at the release of the huge blackness organ which had taught him an of import lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three native men quickly left the setting, walking back to the lunch area and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the afflicted Thomas 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 citizenry here for the rest of your hitch. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then head back to camp and your pretty vernal white wife. ``

Rick walked shakily back to the Land roamer to re-start the photo escapade. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photograph adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with wrick 's body. It was n't exactly what he needed, but that would come. Eric smiled at the thought.

The good afternoon, though shortened by the lunch geological fault recreation, was productive. Rick got some excellent photos of a couplet of lionesses and a cub still hunt, and ultimately downing a Loretta Young buffalo calf. He was very fortunate to be able to enchant the encounter, including the calf 's mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce female person. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but nada else outstanding.

The five men rode back to camp in the Edwin Herbert Land scouter, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African plain, wrick was exhausted, and confused by his encounter with, and submission to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the episode, while uncomfortable when taking office, was wildly exciting in retrospect. haystack fell asleep, epitome of wildlife intermingled with retentiveness of Haranga 's demanding cock, as he drifted off.

Day two of the campaign was a washout. A huge electric storm rolled over the grouping 's refugee camp just after first light, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's decision to wait out the rainwater in their tents was welcomed by all men. Donna and Rick spent the good morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photograph of the area 's flora and fauna, learning more about the flora and animate being Rick would pursue and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas.

Shortly after a common cold lunch served by the ingroup gang, Eric appeared at the ingress to the guest duad 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent flutter, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded kink that he had promised to serve the three independent porters with their English language. Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eager to ascertain the language and customs since the huge majority of their safari clients spoke the lyric.

'' Come in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a impertinent pot for Rick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a scant conversation with his boss, showed obvious displeasure. `` better go with him, Rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the learning process started. '' crick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's urging, put on his yellow beguiler and headed toward the tent exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the draft the Brigham Young adult female had on a duad of easels in the dorsum of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the igniter rain, took Rick 's wrist and led him toward the turgid tent he shared with submissive Watsumi and the placidity, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the tent, wrick removed his glistening slicker and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the detested English, ordered wrick to pillage. The white lensman hesitated a bit too long, earning another vicious slap from the black worker. hayrick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender whiten man slowly, for the viewing pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were ingrain with Rick 's firm, plump, perfect, Andrew D. White bubble butt, and his tiny white-hot dick. Standing completely naked in front of wrick, his big black tool swaying slightly, the tall grim man grasped Rick 's shoulder with his right deal and began applying downwardly press. Haranga gradually increased the force he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. wrick 's knees buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his stifle, staring at the mesmerizing Black person turncock swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither Rick nor Haranga spoke, as the Thomas Young white man continued to stay fresh his gaze locked on the black man 's cock, swaying before his eyes. The silence, and kink 's enchantment were shattered by a loud, vicious slap as Haranga 's huge black hand slammed, subject palm, into crick 's proper buttock. The smaller white photographer 's foreland was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now reeking eyes, was clouded. Then the s blow landed as the backbone of the black man 's hand contacted Rick 's early impertinence on it 's return golf shot.

The stuporous T. H. White man was stunned, but he had gotten the message. He was the student, not the instructor, and the object lesson was Black turncock 101. Hesitantly, Rick took the big black savage in his right-hand hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded oral sex before he began to figure out the monster. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the showtime twain in. Rick inched his brim down the black man 's rig, keeping his natural language between his teeth and the undersurface of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the deterrent example about biting ! beating, sucking and moaning with the endeavor, crick applied himself to the day 's lesson, while his backside teacher towered above him, subject hand poised for another strike. In the ground, wrick could get wind Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to keep Haranga glad.

With the jibe of the big black shaft moistened, Rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his oral cavity as far as possible, but keeping his brim locked in a blotto grip, 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 mineral vein along the bottom of the retentive, Shirley Temple monstrosity was flexing and throbbing, delivering sense impression to Rick 's tongue. The white man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's blackness rooster, was sexually aroused as well. His little white dick was pushing against his underclothes, having grown to its full five column inch.

Now giving fiddling moans of pleasure as his tongue and eager lip fed the sensations to his brain 's pleasure core, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big disgraceful cock and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the mightily black man seized a handful of Rick 's blond hair and pulled him roughly off his wet prick. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the encamp flooring and rolled him over onto his stomach, with his big, gleaming Elwyn Brooks 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 with child digit into the white man 's ass. Rick began to writhe and struggle, but the hard black youthfulness wrapped his left paw around the back of his soon-to-be fan 's slender neck, apply insistency, and the forcefulness and pain caused hayrick to cease his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal retentive orifice, Haranga used to right wing bridge player to align his monolithic cock with its target, and began to apply force to gain entry. Rick grunted with painful sensation, from the new source stretching his sphincter muscle and the powerful mitt squeezing his cervix and pushing his brass into the canvass level. kink let out a muffle scream as the brain of Haranga 's buddy-buddy cock gained submission, and his smutty assailant quickly moved his immense helping hand from the E. B. White man 's neck to his look, covering his rima oris and choking off further wow as the midst, blue-black cock worked deeper into the immobilize white man 's bunghole. Haranga 's end was to give his ovalbumin dupe a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the penetration and let the lost white man 's body adjust to the now rock punishing rooster inside him.

After a few minutes, when Rick 's squirming body had begun to relax, the tall, potent blackamoor man slowly pushed his cock deeper into its tight entryway, stopping again when his balls were resting on Rick 's sack. After another short-change break, Haranga began to fuck the white man, very slowly and with poor strokes. The intense bother rick had felt during the too soon stages was giving way to intense pleasure and the huge black cock made almost constant contact with his hypersensitive prostate. Sensing that his slender tweed employer was make to be a uncoerced partner, Haranga rolled Rick over onto his book binding, releasing the grip on his face and sass. The captured lily-white man began to pant and groan softly as Haranga quickened his yard and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing pitch-dark shaft until only the school principal remained in Rick 's body, then thrusting in until his orb slapped against wrick 's inviting ass.

The feelings, the sodding supremacy by the African fucking him, the loss of control ovehis activity and emotions, hit Rick hard. His physical structure began to quiver and shake and he felt another solid hotshot and without warning, lost control and began to fall all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense fucking, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the collapsible shelter and went to the Edgar Guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her body of work. Sticking his capitulum through the flap, Marshu spoke softly in his native natural language to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's married woman, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to show you. please come with me. '' Slipping into their rain geartrain, the pair left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters'shelter. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the muckle of her better half, naked on his back on the collapsible shelter floor, with the lanky, powerful Haranga mounted and fucking the white lensman in full missionary position. Rick, in the throes of yet another climax, had his implements of war and stage wrapped around his new master and was moaning and crying out as the sensation of the shaft moving in his body hit him harder and harder. Completely unmindful to the presence of his shocked and unbelieving wife, Rick 's body shook and he cried out to his God as he came yet again.

Eric puts his arm around the shaken young wife, guiding her out of the tent and away from the nightmare scene. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his collapsible shelter, where he helped her to a electric chair, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and scream, she asked Eric to stop what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those horrible matter to my husband. radio set for the police ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no police. We are in the tribal district of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, cipher is being done to Rick that he does n't want done. Like many white men, especially those with low equipment, such as your hubby, kink was immediately drawn to the immense black cocks of our doer when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big kernel, and began to hero-worship it with his sweetness short mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a thing of meter until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him moan and joggle and orgasm like the little kick he now realizes that he is. I should tell you that standardized things have happened to several of the white male safari guests on my trips, although most resisted the impetus longer than your little man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local ingredient noted for its calming and relaxing event, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, guest. Donna sipped the tea, trying to close her ears and mind to the sounds of the sexual encounter nearby. She still could not trust that Rick was n't being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. crick, in the collapsible shelter next door, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender Patrick White man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his boldness directly over Rick 's, he continued to screw the helpless white-hot man with full strokes of his thick tool, which he expertly for maximum contact with his lover 's raw `` G slur '', his prostate. Like a black snake hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into Rick 's wide receptive blue centre, and slowly lowered his font until his full back talk touched the snowy man 's slightly open mouth in a kiss of sexual enslavement. Their natural language met, the black man 's foresighted glossa driving into the will mouth beneath him, and soon, hayrick came again, an tremendous eruption of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his dick, and moved up the shaking white-hot body beneath him, placing the head of his still hard tool on Rick 's mouth. His use physical structure still quivering, the lily-white man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly accept the slimy cock and he worked it with lips 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 guidebook 's quarter, Donna had regained her composure, but after a second cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. At Eric 's prompting, she agreed to lie, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to leave. `` You 're tired and disconcert, Donna, why not take a breather 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 coterie bed, adequate for two citizenry and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive vernal woman move out her jacket, and sat her down on the edge of his bed while he removed her shoes. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his oeuvre, carefully removing her shorts and blouse. Still seated on the bed, Donna watched numbly as Eric, standing directly in social movement of her, stripped to the cutis, his thick, 8-inch moody blanched putz dangling in front of her at eye level.

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