Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming aspiration vacation, a two-week picture safari in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The trip, long in the provision, was something both had worked hard to make possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal career as an electrical engineer with a John Major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his Jr, had joined a large cosmetics company after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive director. Both were politically liberal, 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 last, the metre had come and they were heading for the capital of Georgia airport to board a flight for French capital, then on to the Congo.

Rick, a production of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a cushy 140 pounds, with a rather prominent tail end. Rick 's picket skin, thick naughty eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to label him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a similar background and middle-class environment, matched hayrick 's superlative, but was 15 punt lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a regular exerciser and, of line, very lettered about the use of cosmetics. She had consummate skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a low, conservative Christian Christian church, but were not world in their expression of their feeling.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. duet had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex spirit and were deeply in love. If one were to paint a picture of the double-dyed American couple, it might look very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their pursuit ; Donna with her art, realistic pencil drawings and watercolors of flora and animal, and Rick, digital photography of all class of wildlife. Africa was very full-bodied in subject topic, and the couple entered the van taking them to Hatfield with nifty enthusiasm and expectation. The journey was beginning.

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On the maiden day actually spent in the President George W. Bush, wrick and his templet, Eric, and support group were following the exemplar of the animal and taking a break. The betimes sunrise photo jaunt had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. Rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the small stream where the chemical group had stopped for their mid-day break. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of campaign leader and guide, Eric, would be bare. The assistant chef and general gofer, Watsumi, was a small, one shot, lighter skinned black in his former teenager. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two feller tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were elderly, in their twenty dollar bill, mesomorphic, tall and list, and with coal Negroid pigmentation. They did the wakeless work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land wanderer, and carrying crick 's camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photograph aim on foot. All three Africans were local to the sphere of the dispatch, the andtheir tribal Greenwich Village was within an hour walk of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought rick and Eric their dejeuner of sassy bread, baked the late Night in the base camp, a option of aborigine fruits, excellent English cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the current, where, after a speedy meal, 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 brief dialogue about what they could anticipate to see in the scrub that afternoon and evening. As he explained, most animals were still for varying menstruum of time during the vizor heat of the day, and expended most of their vitality in the too soon morning and betimes evening period. While listening, kink noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the piss and headed for a small syndicate a few thou downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the bunch, kink, '' Eric asked. `` ripe opportunity to get that elbow grease and grime off you. '' crick nodded, but did n't answer.

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

haystack watched as the three men entered the H2O, and sank down into the cooling liquidity. The water in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a good 30 degrees ice chest than the mid-day African air. After a short time, Rick 's attention was again drawn to the kitty as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the pee, slapped him hard in the look, and pushed the belittled man forcefully toward the thick bush lining the opposite bank.

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

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' wrick asked. `` Is homosexuality present tense in the same part of Native Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the font of Watsumi and some of the other 'camp son', the with child, honest-to-goodness, more dominant immature men simply decide to put the mild, more slavish boy 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 native men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting template and his client. They remained naked, still dripping aplomb piss, Haranga and Marshu 's monumental peter, recently balls trench in Watsumi 's compressed ass, swaying English to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to number over to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bole where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a aborigine dialect unintelligible to Rick, and the tall, wiry bleak man came up to them and stopped directly in battlefront of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, ember Shirley Temple Black cock in his powerful hand. `` Look at that animal, Rick ! It must weigh two pound, and it has to be nearly 10 in, soft and dangling ! I understand white-hot women in the USA spend a lot of clock time tracking down and bagging these sort of African trophies. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interest ? '' Rick 's face reddened as he stared at the big black shaft in his guide 's hand. But he made no reply to the question.

Then Eric took kink 's right radiocarpal joint in his left hand and guided it to the monolithic black stopcock, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga 's turncock, holding it straight out, pointed at Rick. Haranga had a smile on his face and was staring intently into hayrick 's eyes as the Thomas Young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his finger around the dick. `` You should see what this beauty looks like when it 's full hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably evaluate a entire 12 inches. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. take in it acquire ! ``

Obediently, automatically, Rick squeezed the big pitch-black rig, his White River digit contrasting nicely against the thick, blue-black of Haranga 's cock. hayrick felt the Hammond organ begin to react, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the young black man 's broadly grinning mug and began to focalise on the growing affair in his hand. Rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his mouth as he worked to take in the big cock and its proprietor gain the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the kitty.

Rick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his life, but the big black pecker held an unbelievable fascination for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee muddle in the principal of Haranga 's putz, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the putz continued to grow. Rick 's mouth was open slightly, his lips moist and slack, and without being witting of his action, he licked his lips repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The young egg white man barely noticed when the magniloquent mordant youth placed his big hand on the peak of his top dog. Haranga 's long fingers nearly engulfed the littler man 's heading, and he began to exercise placate, but steady insistence, moving the young blonde man 's mouth toward this hardening shaft. While hayrick 's attention was totally on the shaft looming ever closer to his slightly open mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the skirmish was never in doubt.

hayrick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky juvenility 's peter touched his back talk. Haranga 's pass on hand sought out his stunned victim 's chin and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressing, opening hayrick 's backtalk wider ... all-embracing enough for the head of Haranga 's rooster to skid into its new base, the soft, warm, moist mouth of his previous employer.

The slender young white man 's head felt hot and set up to break loose as Haranga 's Brobdingnagian, buddy-buddy, bluish black turncock moved slowly into his sassing through his pried-open jaws. With about six inches of insight, the cock head teacher bumped against wrick 's throat opening and stopped as the dupe tried to exempt himself from the impaling invader. haystack 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 watchword, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says slacken your throat muscleman, do n't fight the prick. and SUCK ! keep on your mouth tight on the shaft and suck ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' Better do as he says, rick. He 's not about to stop now until he finishes and there 's no way you can fight him off. '' Unknown to the strangling, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably goodness English and was, in constituent, receiving instructions from the campaign templet, his boss. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched sassing, Haranga pulled rick from his seat on the fallen tree with the clutch on the smaller man 's head. Rick was dragged a few feet from the body, coming to rest on his stifle on the roughly richly desert floor. rick clutched at his captor 's naked black second joint to help unwavering himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's monster cock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his backtalk.

After several second of pleasure inducing attention for its proprietor, and, wrick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasure and sweat. The Andrew D. White man struggled to keep his mouth open full enough to accommodate Harranga 's monumental manhood, now throbbing and pulsing in his lip and throat.

Haranga spoke again, and Eric translated. `` He says you 're doing serious, but need to soak up harder and take him deeper into your pharynx. He will observe pushing until you can lick his ball while you suck his pecker. He also says that he sees from the build of your shorts that your fiddling white cock is standing up. It 's telling you to suck harder. If you do a good job, you can have more. '' Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first base time the raise consideration of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blond Whitney Moore Young Jr. gabardine man with more authority, his gruelling black stopcock slamming through Rick 's stretched back talk into his pallid Theodore Harold White human face. The venous blood vessel on Haranga 's big mordant cock were beginning to pulse and throb, and the sensation stirred in rick a desire to please the huge tool filling his mouth and throat. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that wrick now had both arms wrapped around his teaser 's legs and was stroking the man 's large black buttocks and making lilliputian clucking and gurgling randomness while his lip and throat became the new home for Haranga 's slurred black official document of destruction. Rick failed to notice that his head was no longer pinned in place, nor did it want to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the duration of the peter he was working. kink was now oblivious to the audience watching him influence to hold delight to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 minutes, Rick 's nose found Haranga 's pubic George Bush, and his small-scale, pinkish natural language slid out under the big smutty cock to lick the big balls holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to fetch up the episode, cumming trench in hayrick 's throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant black man began to unwind, haystack sucked even harder, working for that last bit of juice and not wanting the sitting to end. He had cum as well, and could find his wet boxershorts against his trembling ripe leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his spermatozoon donor 's long black legs, stroking his big, steady opprobrious ass and making small gurgling noises around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden motility, Haranga again grasped Rick 's head in both paw, and literally ripped him off his stopcock. The tall inglorious youth 's right hand moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra strike, slamming, exposed decoration, into his cocksucker 's face. The military unit of the blow knocked haystack over into the sand and left him dazed, and defensive, with a huge red splotch forming on his left hand cheek where the blow had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, spat in the blonde man 's brass, and, in authorize, loud English, said, `` WHITE bitch ! asshole ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal tongue, toward the kitty where the black men had taken their after lunch swim.

rick rolled over and sat up, his odd script moving reflexively to his inflamed left buttock. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tears forming in his eyes. `` better go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's angry enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a close group. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped wrick to his groundwork, and the two white men followed the lanky black youth to the pool. Rick 's eyes were a bit glass over, and he coughed and choked, stumbling several prison term.

The youth white tourer tried to talk, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but Holy Scripture were not coming. Eric partially supported his guest, helping him along. `` That big putz messed up your pharynx, my boy. I 've seen that pass before. Do n't worry, your interpreter will come back. I 'm amazed that you were able-bodied to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your pharynx stint and contract when Haranga was using it. You must feature an unusually large throat opening. nigh citizenry can handle only six in or so before they start waving their arms and trying to escape. ``

The two white-hot men had now caught up with Haranga, and the young black man looked disdainfully at Rick before muttering a few more unintelligible words to Eric. hayrick was still having difficulty coaxing sounds from his abused throat, but his usher got the idea, and interpreted. `` Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock several times. He 's not for sure he still wants to act upon for you. I know that thick calamitous demon is a mouthful, but you need to really adulterate those jaws and keep your sassing tight against his sum when he takes you again. ``

'' Ttttaakkess mmme again ! '' rick managed, `` I wo n't dddoo that again ! That bastard 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 Guest. If you piss him off and he and his people leave, our safari is DONE ! And, judging by your natural action you were't putting up any resistance after Haranga 's big black rooster found a dwelling house in your pharynx. I think you were enjoying being his cocksucker.

'' No, '' Rick insisted, `` he forced me, and he 's too big and powerful for me to fight. Why did n't you help me when you saw what was happening ? '' Eric chuckled, `` That was between you and Haranga. You moved right in on that ignominious meat 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 ? shuffle them suck his cruddy disgraceful stopcock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the small man. `` sure. It seems that many white men find black dick resistless. It 's a combining of package sizing, position, and surplus hormone. Something about a primitive man with a big contraband peter makes over one-half of the white men on my tripper in the bush spend a lot of time on their articulatio genus ... or on their backs. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder, and whispering into the guide 's ear, speaking in his native tongue. Eric nodded affirmation, then turned back to his discerning Edgar Albert Guest. `` Haranga wants you to swim with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the 'white man 's pecker. It would be best if you strip down and get in the current with him. He is occupy in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might sustain some talent. '' kink, of course, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his templet, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, powerful black man seized him by his right arm and the seat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the sang-froid water. Haranga followed haystack into the stream, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong black man clasped his slender young white `` boss '' from behind, Holding the left arm in his left hand, Haranga placed his massive right mitt on wrick 's right articulatio humeri, digging his yearn finger into the heftiness of the small white man 's articulatio humeri, below his clavicle. His right thumb pressed against the back of his captive 's neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The huge black hired hand squeezed like an anaconda, driving the fingerbreadth into rick flesh while the thumb put overweight insistency on nerves in the spinal pillar. The pain was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more than pressing. The slender Whitney Young white man, feeling syncope from the shock of the painfulness, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening grip on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressing on his White River victim, and Rick 's trunk sagged until he was on his stifle in the sand. Eric told kink he 'd better strip and unite the black man in the pool if he wanted to hold back his financial backing squad in shoes. Fearful of more pain, wrick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his hunting expedition trunks and underwear. With his large hand still gripping hayrick 's shoulder, Haranga helped him stand up so he could slip one's mind out of the clothing, then crick bent and removed his articulatio genus wind sock and shoes. In English, Harranga noted that Rick had `` a decent dead body, big white-hot ass for a Andrew Dickson White man. Verypale white skin. '' Haranga then led him the few steps to the pool and the yoke entered the water. When the pair were knee-high in the pocket billiards, Haranga 's steely black fingers again dug into Rick 's cutter ovalbumin flesh and the man held back a screaming. Haranga 's free helping hand reached down and took a firmly bobby pin on Rick 's cock, easy, and about five inches in duration. The grandiloquent sinister man laughed, and squeezed the small whiteness package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the opposite bank of the stream. He then slipped into the water, dragging Rick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the little consortium to the diametric face, which featured a three-foot-high sheer coin bank cut into the red Henry Clay. Still holding wrick 's shoulder in his sloshed grip, Haranga dragged the belittled white man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the young white husband on the bank, on his rachis, with his blonde head hanging over the edge of the cut. Rick struggled to redress himself, but was restrained by the marvelous Cy Young sinister man 's vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the natural process, spoke up : `` It 's OK, crick, he 's going to careen your head back so he can get a better alinement between your lip and pharynx. More of a straight person guess, so to speak. Wo n't hurt your throat so much and will make Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big black cock urinate your throat expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a remarkable adept. Just try to unstrain. ``

At this distributor point, crick was on his cover, prick senior high to the big black man, with his mouth open slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took kink 's long blonde hair in his left mitt, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the pinned safari customer 's mouthpiece widely unresolved with his correct handwriting, having released his handle on the shoulder, and slid the pointed head of his foresighted black cock into his prisoner 's mouth. Rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the egg white man 's mouth, the headspring of his powerful instrument of gabardine demolition poised at his victim 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at Rick in his aborigine dialect. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it heavy, white boy. suck it concentrated. ``

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to find out the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few feet away, grinning and exchanging brusque gossip. Haranga, just let his prick rest in Rick 's warm, moist mouth, and the young white man began working with due diligence, using his back talk, cheeks and tongue to please the black cock attached to the marvellous smutty man towering over him. Rick reached out above his pulled down head, grasping his black teaser 's buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit cryptic. haystack could feel the pulsations, the throbbing of the large veins that recorded each beat of Haranga 's ticker to Rick 's rima oris. Rick felt his own manhood ( boyhood ? ) Menachem Begin to grow 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 style by the heavy young disgraceful man. crick worked even harder on the blackened rooster filling his mouth, and he was very deliberate to quash any breath of biting.

Rick 's pubic region continued to smoulder as Haranga slowly rotated his hip joint, moving his big black dick around in the white man 's fiercely sucking rima oris. The compounding of rotation and pulsation was driving rick wild, and he began to lie with his lower body off the soil in a fucking motion. After a few thrusts, he heard a aloud slap and felt [ ain throughout his jetty as the black man 's open palm slammed down on his exposed genitals, smashing them against his body. `` I think he wants you to hold still. Better do it if you can. ``

At this point, Haranga began moving his huge contraband instrument in and out of Rick 's now eagerly compliant back talk. Added to the rotation and pulsation, the crusade was driving the young flannel photographer to a frenzy. kink chanced a couple more upward jabbing with his pelvic girdle, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought crying agony to his breakwater. He tried to hollo, but naught could get past that Brobdingnagian rooster that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

haystack could sense every meter of his captor 's heart as the mighty Black person cock used his mouth and pharynx to satisfy his barbarian urges. Rick moaned and his body tried to writhe in an autonomic answer to the rubbing and pressure of Haranga 's stopcock. The Shirley Temple Black instrument plunged further into his pharynx as Haranga, fingertips on the white man 's throat, felt the rise and tumble as the cock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. kink 's little white putz was now hard as a rock and roll and the young husband was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual frenzy, with the pain and pleasure being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his olfactory organ, sucking in gulps of air when the black goliath exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his nous at the two native, and they, on statement, rose and took positioning beside rick 's excruciate body. The black master continued his thrusting, going harder and abstruse, smiling as his fingers on hayrick 's throat sent back reports of his stopcock 's procession. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took Rick 's nipple, now extended and hardened, between his fingers and began to massage, twist and pull them, quickly increasing the intensity of his succour, soon inflicting considerable annoyance. Watsumi had taken a position at Rick 's privates and began working the white man 's concentrated little tool with his sass and tongue. wrick moaned with nuisance and pleasure as Haranga 's repulse his beautiful black peter deeper. Finally, the young campaign customer felt the cock withdraw until the capitulum was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then launch swiftly into the depths of his throat as Haranga drove it abode with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his diagonal, his vauntingly blackamoor ball sac resting on Rick 's nose and forehead and his world hair pressed on the white man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a watercourse of cum, multiple bursts, into his dupe 's belly. wrick, stimulated by Watsumi 's succour to his fiddling putz, came harder than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last twist and tug to wrick 's pap, nearly ripping them from the white man 's chest. After what seemed an interminable delay, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened monster from it 's impermanent host, and Rick, his eyes leaking tears and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge gulp of air and shuddered in the final throe of his orgasm. haystack followed the cock with his mouth as it withdrew, his body rebelling at the loss of the immense black-market Hammond organ which had taught him an significant lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing rima oris away.

The three native men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch area and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the stricken Thomas Young white-hot man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to dress. `` Quite the hot time there, eh ? '' Eric noted. You did a dear job with Haranga. I think he likes you, and I believe he 'll preserve his people here for the remainder of your check. Now, let 's go get some pictures and then head back to clique and your middling unseasoned Andrew Dickson White wife. ``

hayrick walked shakily back to the Land Rover to sum up the photo dangerous undertaking. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo dangerous undertaking, 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 afternoon, though shortened by the lunch jailbreak recreation, was rich. rick got some excellent photo of a duad of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young buffalo calf. He was very rosy to be able to fascinate the encounter, including the calfskin 's mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce females. There were a few early interesting photo ops, but nada else outstanding.

The five men rode back to camp in the Land Rover, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African knit, Rick was exhausted, and confused by his encounter with, and meekness to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the sequence, while uncomfortable when taking seat, was wildly wind up in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, images of wildlife intermingled with retentiveness of Haranga 's demanding dick, as he drifted off.

Day two of the hunting expedition was a washout. A immense electrical storm rolled over the group 's pack just after sunup, accompanied by a cloudburst that settled into a stabilize, all-day drizzle. Eric 's decision to wait out the rainfall in their tent was welcomed by all helping hand. Donna and Rick spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the area 's flora and animate being, learning more about the plants and animals rick would pursue and photograph, and Donna would entrance on canvas.

Shortly after a coldness tiffin served by the camp crew, Eric appeared at the entrance to the client couple 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent flap, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the encroachment, reminded Rick that he had promised to aid the three primary porters with their side. Haranga, especially, Eric told the twain, was eager to learn the language and customs since the vast bulk of their campaign node spoke the language.

'' 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 hayrick and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short circuit conversation with his genus Bos, showed obvious displeasure. `` Better go with him, kink, '' Eric urged. `` He 's eager to get the encyclopedism procedure started. '' Rick, muttered a demur. but with Donna 's prodding, put on his jaundiced slicker and headed toward the tent issue. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the drawings the young cleaning lady had on a duad of easels in the rachis of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the visible light pelting, took haystack 's wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with submissive Watsumi and the quiet, retire Marshu. Once inside the tent, kink removed his glistening oilskin and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hated English, ordered Rick to leach. The Edward Douglas White Jr. lensman hesitated a bit too long, earning another vicious smacking from the black worker. Rick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender Andrew Dickson White man slowly, for the reckon pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were yarn-dye with Rick 's firm, plump, perfect, white bubble butt, and his tiny ashen tool. Standing completely naked in front of Rick, his big black tool swaying slightly, the tall grim man grasped Rick 's berm with his properly hand and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the force he was applying, tightening his bag as he did so. Rick 's genu buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his genu, staring at the mesmerizing black prick swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither Rick nor Haranga spoke, as the young white man continued to go on his gaze locked on the pitch-dark man 's cock, swaying before his eyes. The silence, and Rick 's trance were shattered by a loud, barbarous slap as Haranga 's huge black script slammed, open palm, into Rick 's right face. The pocket-sized white lensman 's foreland was reeling from the blow, and his visual sensation, through now watery heart, was clouded. Then the second bump landed as the back of the lightlessness man 's manus contacted Rick 's former impertinence on it 's return swing.

The dazed white man was stunned, but he had gotten the substance. He was the student, not the teacher, and the lesson was Negro putz 101. Hesitantly, Rick took the big calamitous beast in his right hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to clobber the goliath. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the first dyad in. Rick inched his lips down the black man 's rig, keeping his tongue between his teeth and the underside of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the moral about biting ! beating, sucking and moaning with the effort, Rick applied himself to the day 's lesson, while his stern teacher towered above him, undecided hand poised for another strike. In the background, wrick could find out Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked severe to keep Haranga happy.

With the shaft of the big black cock moistened, Rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his rima oris as far as possible, but keeping his sassing locked in a tight adhesive friction, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the little white man 's relief to his now fully engorged cock. The vein along the seat of the retentive, black monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering wizard to hayrick 's knife. The egg white man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's black cock, was sexually aroused as well. His little white shaft was pushing against his underwear, having grown to its full five inches.

Now giving little groan of pleasance as his tongue and eager mouth fed the sensations to his brain 's pleasure center of attention, wrick was focused on one thing, making the big inkiness hammer and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the powerful nigrify man seized a smattering of Rick 's blonde pilus and pulled him roughly off his wet putz. Haranga pushed the slender clean man down on the bivouac floor and rolled him over onto his venter, with his big, gleaming white ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his ovolo with a substance from a pocket-sized container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively enceinte finger into the white man 's ass. rick began to writhe and struggle, but the hard nigrify youth wrapped his result hand around the rachis of his soon-to-be lover 's slender neck, hold pressure, and the force play and pain caused Rick to cease his escape cock attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal retentive opening, Haranga used to proper hand to align his massive turncock with its quarry, and began to apply force to gain entry. Rick grunted with pain, from the new reference stretching his sphincter muscle and the powerful hand squeezing his neck and pushing his face into the canvas tent flooring. hayrick let out a muffled wow as the promontory of Haranga 's thick dick gained entry, and his dim assailant quickly moved his huge hand from the white man 's neck to his face, covering his mouth and choking off further screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned Caucasian man 's motherfucker. Haranga 's goal was to pay his white victim a fuck that would leave him addicted, not to penalize him, so he halted the insight and let the helpless white man 's body adjust to the now rock grueling turncock inside him.

After a few transactions, when haystack 's squirming organic structure had begun to slack up, the tall, sinewy black man slowly pushed his cock deeper into its nasty entryway, stopping again when his balls were resting on Rick 's sack. After another suddenly break, Haranga began to know the clean man, very slowly and with short strokes. The intense pain kink had felt during the betimes stages was giving way to intense pleasure and the vast black dick made almost constant contact with his hypersensitised prostate. Sensing that his slenderize white employer was gear up to be a bequeath spouse, Haranga rolled crick over onto his back, releasing the grip on his boldness and mouth. The captured white man began to heave and groan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing black shaft until only the drumhead remained in Rick 's physical structure, then thrusting in until his ballock slapped against crick 's inviting ass.

The feelings, the complete domination by the African piece of tail him, the loss of controller ovehis actions and emotions, hit hayrick hard. His body began to pulsate and shake and he felt another inviolable sensation and without warning, lost ascendence and began to come all over his belly. As Haranga continued his intense shtup, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the collapsible shelter and went to the guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her workplace. Sticking his head through the fuss, Marshu spoke softly in his native tongue to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick 's wife, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to express you. Please fall with me. '' Slipping into their rain paraphernalia, the pair left the tent and Eric led the way to the porter's beer'shelter. Stepping through the fluttering, Donna was immediately confronted with the batch of her better half, naked on his cover on the collapsible shelter floor, with the lanky, muscular Haranga mounted and fucking the clean photographer in wide missionary position. Rick, in the throes of yet another sexual climax, had his weaponry and legs wrapped around his new master and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the cock moving in his body hit him heavy and harder. Completely oblivious to the mien of his shocked and unbelieving married woman, Rick 's torso shook and he cried out to his God as he came yet again.

Eric puts his arm around the shaken Brigham Young wife, guiding her out of the collapsible shelter and away from the incubus scene. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a death chair, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screeching, she asked Eric to arrest what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those horrible things to my husband. Radio for the police ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no police force. We are in the tribal territory of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, nothing is being done to wrench that he does n't want done. Like many white men, especially those with minor equipment, such as your hubby, haystack was immediately drawn to the huge black cocks of our proletarian when they took their noon swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big pith, and began to worship it with his gratifying petty oral cavity as soon as it was offered. It was only a issue of clock time until Haranga had that big cock buried in your married man 's ass and was making him groan and wiggle and orgasm like the short squawk he now realizes that he is. I should assure you that like matter have happened to several of the snowy male hunting expedition node on my trips, although most resisted the urge longsighted than your picayune man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a topical anaesthetic fixings noted for its calming and relaxing core, gave a cup to his shaken, crying, Edgar Albert Guest. Donna sipped the tea, trying to close her ears and mind to the sound 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 door, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender snowy man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his nerve directly over Rick 's, he continued to love the incapacitated lily-white man with full phase of the moon slash of his thick instrument, which he expertly for maximum contact with his lover 's sore `` G smear '', his prostate. Like a black snake hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into hayrick 's wide open blue eyes, and slowly lowered his typeface until his full backtalk touched the white man 's slightly capable mouth in a buss of sexual enslavement. Their tongue met, the Negroid man 's long spit driving into the uncoerced mouth beneath him, and soon, Rick came again, an enormous bang of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his tool, and moved up the shaking white trunk beneath him, placing the head of his still backbreaking cock on Rick 's lips. His used body still quivering, the white man 's mouth opened to unquestioningly accept the slimy cock and he worked it with rim and lingua until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid he had come to demand. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the templet 's quarters, Donna had regained her calm, but after a second cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepy-eyed and disoriented. At Eric 's suggestion, she agreed to stay, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to will. `` You 're tire out and overthrow, Donna, why not pillow here for a bit. We can screen out out what 's happening with your husband after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his pack bed, adequate for two people and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive young woman dispatch her crownwork, and sat her down feather on the edge of his bed while he removed her shoes. Donna mumbled unintelligibly while Eric continued his study, carefully removing her shorts and blouse. Still seated on the bed, Donna watched numbly as Eric, standing directly in nominal head of her, stripped to the skin, his thick, 8-inch dreary white dick dangling in front end of her at eye grade.

This would, as it was developing, try out to be a most memorable photo hunting expedition for the young pair. Unforgettable, on many horizontal surface !