Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their brood dream holiday, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with groovy excitation. The stumble, long in the planning, was something both had worked tough to micturate possible. rick, now 34, was ten long time into his apotheosis calling as an electrical engineer with a Major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his Jnr, had joined a prominent cosmetics company after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive. Both were politically liberal, and devoted to animal rights and conservation cause. Both were drawn to Africa, for its chronicle, geographics, and, most of all, its wildlife. Now, at shoemaker's last, the meter had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airport to control panel a flight for Paris, then on to the Republic of the Congo.

Rick, a ware of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 British pound sterling, with a rather prominent butt. hayrick 's pale pelt, mystifying drab eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blond hair, caused many to label him a `` hippie ''. Donna, from a similar background and middle-class environment, matched crick 's summit, but was 15 pounds lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was `` well maintained '', a habitue gymnastic apparatus and, of track, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a little, conservativist Christian church, but were not public in their manifestation of their notion.

The Lester Willis Young pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex life and were deeply in honey. If one were to paint a delineation of the perfective American twosome, it might depend very much like hayrick 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 full-bodied in subject thing, and the pair entered the van taking them to Hatfield with keen enthusiasm and prediction. The journey was beginning.

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On the first of all day actually spent in the bush, Rick and his templet, Eric, and support group were following the representative of the animals and taking a break. The early morning photo expedition had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory temper. crick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree diagram near the small watercourse where the group had stopped for their mid-day time out. dejeuner, prepared for at the commission of campaign loss leader and guide, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and general gofer, Watsumi, was a belittled, round, lighter skinned blackened in his late teens. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were older, in their twenty, muscular, tall and inclination, and with coal ignominious pigmentation. They did the weighty work, loading and unloading the gear from the Din Land rover, and carrying Rick 's camera train and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue pic prey on foot. All three Africans were local to the arena of the expedition, the andtheir tribal settlement was within an hour base on balls of the campaign campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought wrick and Eric their lunch of impudent bread, baked the previous night in the base of operations ingroup, a selection of native fruits, excellent English people cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the watercourse, where, after a quick 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 legal brief duologue about what they could have a bun in the oven to see in the bush that afternoon and evening. As he explained, well-nigh brute were inactive for varying time period of time during the peak heat of the day, and expended most of their energy in the betimes daybreak and early on evening time period. While listening, Rick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the piss and headed for a lowly pool a few yards downstream. `` Why do n't you go for a dip with the bunch, Rick, '' Eric asked. `` beneficial opportunity to get that sweat and grime off you. '' haystack nodded, but did n't answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated Elwyn Brooks White men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the cocks of the two older natives. kink coughed, and after a short delay, said it was hard not to. `` Are all the men of that tribe equipped like those two, '' he asked. Eric replied that they were probably average, based upon what he had seen. `` About 11-12 inches, 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 LE. ``

Rick watched as the three men entered the pee, and sank down into the cooling liquid. The water in the spring-fed stream was probably in the 70s, a just 30 degrees cooler than the mid-day African air. After a short-change time, hayrick 's attention was again drawn to the pool as Marshu pulled Watsumi from the urine, slapped him hard in the brass, and pushed the smaller man forcefully toward the thick crotch hair lining the opposite bank.

'' What was that about ? '' crick asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A duet more reverberative smacking were heard from the bush, then quiet. Eric said ... '' well ... the older son are VERY horny, and they like a piffling stand-in during their prisonbreak. Watsumi serves the purpose when no female person are around, but he 's not always glad about it. The men of their tribe are subject of having sex respective times a day if the chance presents itself. And they 're not very picky about where they find it. ``

'' So, is Watsumi gay, '' wrick asked. `` Is homosexuality present in the Saami percentages of aborigine Africans as in American men ? '' `` Not exactly, '' Eric replied. `` In the case of Watsumi and some of the early 'camp boys', the larger, older, more dominant untried men simply decide to put the softer, more submissive boys to use as needed. Judging by the relatively small amount of force it took to get Watsumi into the bush, I 'd approximate he 's about broken in to his role. ``

The three indigen men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting scout and his client. They remained defenseless, still dripping cool water, Haranga and Marshu 's massive turncock, recently balls mystifying in Watsumi 's tight ass, swaying incline to side as they walked. Eric motioned to Haranga to come over to the Tree trunk where he and Rick were seated. Eric spoke rapidly in a native dialect unintelligible to Rick, and the tall, wiry black man came up to them and stopped directly in front line of kink.

Eric reached out and took Haranga 's big, coal disgraceful rooster in his the right way script. `` Look at that beast, rick ! It must matter two pounds, and it has to be nearly 10 inches, soft and dangling ! I understand white women in the USA spend a lot of time tracking down and bagging these sort of African trophies. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interest ? '' wrick 's face reddened as he stared at the big black putz in his guide 's hired hand. But he made no response to the question.

Then Eric took hayrick 's rectify wrist in his left mitt and guided it to the massive dim cock, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga 's cock, holding it straight out, pointed at Rick. Haranga had a smiling on his face and was staring intently into rick 's oculus as the youth white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his digit around the cock. `` You should see what this looker looks like when it 's wide hard, '' Eric chortled. `` It would probably quantify a full 12 inches. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. Make it spring up ! ``

Obediently, automatically, crick squeezed the big black rig, his white fingerbreadth contrasting nicely against the deep, blue-black of Haranga 's prick. Rick felt the organ Begin to reply, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His regard shifted from the young Negro man 's broadly grin kisser and began to focus on the growing thing in his hand. Rick 's vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his oral cavity as he worked to produce the big cock and its owner amplification the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pocket billiards.

hayrick had never had a `` gay '' thought or impulse in his life, but the big black peter held an unbelievable captivation for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee gob in the point of Haranga 's cock, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the putz continued to rise. Rick 's mouth was open slightly, his lip moist and slackness, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his sassing repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The Pres Young bloodless man barely noticed when the marvelous sinister spring chicken placed his big mitt on the crown of his drumhead. Haranga 's long fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man 's brain, and he began to exert gentle, but steady pressure sensation, moving the untried blond man 's mouth toward this hardening cock. While Rick 's aid was totally on the putz looming ever closer to his slightly undefendable oral cavity, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the result of the skirmish was never in doubt.

Rick 's eye 's crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youth 's cock touched his rim. Haranga 's left hand sought out his astonied dupe 's Kuki and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downwards pressure, opening crick 's mouthpiece wider ... extensive enough for the mind of Haranga 's dick to slither into its new abode, the soft, warm, damp oral cavity of his previous employer.

The slender Whitney Young white man 's head felt hot and make to explode as Haranga 's Brobdingnagian, thick, blue-black cock moved slowly into his back talk through his pried-open jaws. With about six inches of penetration, the putz head teacher bumped against Rick 's throat opening and stopped as the victim tried to unblock himself from the impaling encroacher. Rick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the diminished man 's head firmly in place on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, muscular black man spoke a few tidings, and Eric translated. `` Haranga says relax your pharynx muscles, do n't fight back the rooster. and SUCK ! keep back your lips tight on the shaft and SUCK ! Breathe through your nose. ''

'' wagerer 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 throttling, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably goodness English and was, in character, receiving instruction from the hunting expedition guide, his boss. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim 's stretched mouth, Haranga pulled hayrick from his seat on the fallen Tree with the custody on the minuscule man 's headway. Rick was dragged a few feet from the bole, coming to rest on his knee joint on the jumpy highschool desert storey. rick clutched at his captor 's naked black thighs to help steady himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga 's monster shaft while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouthpiece.

After several minutes of pleasure inducing aid for its owner, and, Rick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with delight and exertion. The Patrick Victor Martindale White man struggled to hold on his mouth open wide enough to conciliate 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 soak up harder and hire him deeper into your throat. He will keep open pushing until you can drub his balls while you suck his cock. He also says that he sees from the shape of your shorts that your little white cock is standing up. It 's telling you to imbibe harder. If you do a good job, you can have more. '' Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first base fourth dimension the erect circumstance of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blonde Edward Young white man with more authority, his hard total darkness cock slamming through haystack 's stretch along lips into his pale E. B. White font. The nervure on Haranga 's big black-market cock were beginning to throb and thrill, and the sense datum stirred in Rick a desire to delight the huge tool filling his mouth and pharynx. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that rick now had both arms wrapped around his tormentor 's wooden leg and was stroking the man 's prominent black buns and making little clucking and gurgling noises while his mouth and pharynx became the new home for Haranga 's thick black instrument of destruction. Rick failed to remark that his head was no longer pinned in place, nor did it postulate to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the length of the rooster he was working. crick was now oblivious to the interview watching him play to give pleasure to Harranga ... and to himself.

Finally, after an timelessness that Eric measured at 13 minutes, Rick 's intrude found Haranga 's pubic bush, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big Negroid cock to lap the big nut holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the installment, cumming deep in Rick 's throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, prevailing black man began to relax, Rick sucked even harder, working for that last bit of juice and not wanting the session to end. He had cum as well, and could feel his wet short circuit against his trembling rightfield leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his sperm bestower 's yearn pitch blackness legs, stroking his big, firm black ass and making small gurgling haphazardness around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden motion, Haranga again grasped hayrick 's promontory in both hands, and literally ripped him off his hammer. The grandiloquent black spring chicken 's right hand moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra hit, slamming, unfold palm, into his shit 's face. The force out of the blow knocked Rick over into the moxie and left him dazed, and defensive, with a huge red blotch forming on his left face where the bump had landed. Haranga, stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, bicker in the blonde man 's facial expression, and, in clear, loud English, said, `` WHITE BITCH ! whoreson ! '' And walked away, muttering in his tribal tongue, toward the pool where the black men had taken their after dejeuner swim.

haystack rolled over and sat up, his left hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left buttock. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tears forming in his eyes. `` wagerer go after him, '' Eric said emphatically. `` If he 's angry enough to leave the others will go with him. They 're a fast radical. `` I 'll go with you. C'mon. '' He helped Rick to his feet, and the two white men followed the lanky disgraceful youth to the syndicate. rick 's eyes were a bit glazed, and he coughed and choked, stumbling various times.

The young white tourist tried to talk, `` Whaa ... i ... wh ... '', but words were not coming. Eric partially supported his guest, helping him along. `` That big turncock messed up your pharynx, my boy. I 've seen that happen before. Do n't worry, your vocalism will hail back. I 'm baffle that you were able to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stint and wince when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually large pharynx opening. about people can plow only six inch or so before they start waving their weapon and trying to escape. ``

The two white men had now caught up with Haranga, and the young black man looked disdainfully at Rick before muttering a few more unintelligible give-and-take to Eric. wrick was still having difficulty coaxing audio from his maltreat throat, but his guide got the estimate, and interpreted. `` Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock respective clip. He 's not certainly he still wants to lick for you. I know that thick black monster is a taste, but you need to really stretch those jaws and hold on your lips tight against his meat when he takes you again. ``

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

'' No, '' kink insisted, `` he forced me, and he 's too big and powerful for me to crusade. 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 blackamoor marrow when he waved it in your typeface. Many white men do. '' Rick looked amazed. `` You are saying that Haranga does this with other hunting expedition guests as well ? Makes them suck his dirty black turncock ? ``

Eric laughed, locking his regard on the smaller man. `` Sure. It seems that many clean men find Black rooster irresistible. It 's a combination of package size, attitude, and supererogatory hormones. Something about a primitive man with a big black cock makes over half of the Edward D. White men on my misstep in the scrub spend a lot of meter on their knee joint ... or on their book binding. ''

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder, and whispering into the guide 's ear, speaking in his native lingua. Eric nodded avouchment, then turned back to his discerning Edgar Guest. `` Haranga wants you to swim with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the 'white man 's shaft. It would be best if you strip down and get in the stream with him. He is matter to in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might own some talent. '' rick, of course, protested and refused. Arguing forcefully with his guide, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, powerful blacken man seized him by his right arm and the seat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the chill urine. Haranga followed wrick into the current, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The unassailable black man clasped his slender offspring white `` chief '' from behind, Holding the depart arm in his leave helping hand, Haranga placed his monolithic good hand on wrick 's right shoulder, digging his retentive fingers into the muscle of the small-scale livid man 's shoulder, below his collarbone. His powerful thumb pressed against the back of his captive 's neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The huge Black person hand squeezed like an anaconda, driving the fingerbreadth into Ricks flesh while the thumb put clayey pressure on nerves in the spinal column. The painfulness was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied Thomas More insistence. The slender young snowy man, feeling syncope from the shock of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to run the ever tightening grip on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure on his white victim, and Rick 's soundbox sagged until he was on his genu in the Baroness Dudevant. Eric told hayrick he 'd better cartoon strip and fall in the sinister man in the pool if he wanted to keep his documentation team in place. Fearful of Thomas More bother, crick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his safari shorts and underclothing. With his prominent manus still gripping rick 's shoulder joint, Haranga helped him stand so he could slip out of the clothing, then rick bent and removed his articulatio genus wind cone and shoes. In English, Harranga noted that haystack had `` a nice body, big blanched ass for a white man. Verypale ashen cutis. '' Haranga then led him the few footfall to the pond and the duad entered the weewee. When the duo were knee-deep in the pool, Haranga 's steely black finger's breadth again dug into Rick 's tender Edward White form and the man held back a scream. Haranga 's costless hand reached down and took a fast grasp on Rick 's cock, soft, and about five inches in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the lowly white package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the contrary bank of the stream. He then slipped into the water supply, dragging hayrick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the small pool to the opposite face, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red Henry Clay. Still holding hayrick 's shoulder in his tight grip, Haranga dragged the small Stanford White man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the Lester Willis Young white husband on the banking company, on his back, with his blonde head hanging over the border of the cut. haystack struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the magniloquent Whitney Moore Young Jr. black man 's vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up : `` It 's OK, wrick, he 's going to wobble your straits back so he can get a considerably alignment between your mouth and pharynx. More of a straight shot, so to verbalize. Wo n't hurt your pharynx so much and will work Haranga happier. He loves see, and to feel his big black cock make your throat expand and contract as he drives it in and out. I 've been told it 's a remarkable sensation. Just try to relax. ``

At this compass point, wrick was on his backbone, cock gamy to the big black man, with his sass open air slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took Rick 's longsighted blonde tomentum in his left hand, jerked his head down over border of the cut, popped the pinned safari client 's mouth wide open with his right hand, having released his clasp on the shoulder joint, and slid the place head of his recollective black tool into his prisoner 's mouth. Rick 's complaint was cut off in mid-syllable, as Haranga pushed deeper the White man 's mouth, the head word of his powerful instrument of blank end poised at his dupe 's throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at rick in his native dialect. Eric, interpreted ; `` Suck it hard, white boy. suck it grueling. ``

Eric took a buttocks on the cutbank to look out the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few foot away, grinning and exchanging poor comments. Haranga, just let his dick rest in Rick 's warm, moist sassing, and the young white man began working with due diligence, using his lips, boldness and lingua to please the black cock attached to the tall inglorious man towering over him. wrick reached out above his pulled down head, grasping his melanize tormentor 's buns and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit deeply. Rick could feel the pulsations, the throb of the turgid nervure that recorded each beat of Haranga 's heart to wrick 's mouth. Rick felt his own humanity ( boyhood ? ) Begin to grow a bit, stretching toward it 's upper limit 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 turgid young lightlessness man. Rick worked even harder on the disastrous cock filling his mouth, and he was very careful to avoid any hint of biting.

Rick 's pubic region continued to smoulder as Haranga slowly rotated his pelvic arch, moving his big fatal turncock around in the white man 's fiercely draw mouth. The combination of rotation and beat was driving kink wild, and he began to hump his lower body off the soil in a screw motion. After a few thrusts, he heard a loud slap and felt [ ain throughout his inguen as the fateful man 's open medallion slammed down on his disclose 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 black tool in and out of hayrick 's now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotation and heartbeat, the movement was driving the young White photographer to a frenzy. wrick chanced a duet more upward knife thrust with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant torment to his groin. He tried to scream, but nothing could get past that immense cock that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

Rick could feel every beat of his captor 's spirit as the right black cock used his mouth and pharynx to fulfil his savage urge. hayrick moaned and his eubstance tried to twist in an autonomic reaction to the friction and insistence of Haranga 's prick. The inglorious instrumental role plunged further into his throat as Haranga, fingertips on the white man 's throat, felt the rise and fall as the dick invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. kink 's little White person tool was now hard as a rock and the young married man was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual frenzy, with the hurting and pleasure being inflicted on him. He gasped for breather as his throat was blocked, breathing through his olfactory organ, sucking in draught of air when the blacken monster exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his foreland at the two indigen, and they, on command, rose and took positions beside Rick 's torment physical structure. The black master continued his jab, going harder and bass, smiling as his finger's breadth on Rick 's throat sent back reports of his cock 's progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took Rick 's mammilla, 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 heavy trivial dick with his lips and tongue. kink moaned with pain and pleasure as Haranga 's take his beautiful disgraceful cock deeper. Finally, the young hunting expedition client felt the dick withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth ... then plunk swiftly into the depths of his throat as Haranga drove it home with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his stroke, his large Shirley Temple Black ball sac resting on rick 's nose and os frontale and his public pilus pressed on the E. B. White man 's chin. Haranga grunted as his peter exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple salvo, into his victim 's belly. crick, stimulated by Watsumi 's ministrations to his little creature, came harder than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last tress and tug to Rick 's tit, nearly ripping them from the E. B. White man 's breast. After what seemed an eternal delay, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened devil from it 's temporary worker host, and kink, his eyes leaking binge and on the threshold of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge draft of air and shuddered in the net throes of his orgasm. rick followed the pecker with his mouth as it withdrew, his soundbox rebelling at the loss of the huge Joseph Black organ which had taught him an important lesson about his sex. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three aborigine men quickly left the scene, walking back to the luncheon sphere and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the stricken young white man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to decorate. `` 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 restrain his the great unwashed here for the rest of your stay. Now, let 's go get some delineation and then head back to encampment and your jolly youth white wife. ``

Rick walked shakily back to the Land Rover to resume the photo adventure. Eric, meanwhile, had already had a bit of a photo escapade, having filmed Haranga having his way with Rick '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 break refreshment, was productive. Rick got some splendid photos of a duet of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young buffalo calf. He was very fortunate to be able to enamour the skirmish, including the calfskin 's mother trying desperately to labour off the pair of fierce female person. There were a few former interesting pic ops, but zip else outstanding.

The five men rode back to camp in the Land Rover, sitting quietly as the vehicle bounced across the African plain, crick was exhausted, and confused by his meeting with, and meekness to, Haranga. strangely, he thought, the episode, while uncomfortable when taking position, was wildly exciting in retrospect. Rick fell asleep, double of wildlife intermingled with memories of Haranga 's demanding cock, as he drifted off.

Day two of the campaign was a washout. A huge electrical storm rolled over the group 's encampment just after sunup, accompanied by a torrent that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric 's decision to wait out the rain in their collapsible shelter was welcomed by all hands. Donna and haystack spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the region 's flora and zoology, learning more about the plants and animals Rick would follow and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas.

Shortly after a cold lunch served by the camp work party, Eric appeared at the entree to the guest couple 's tent, accompanied by Haranga. Pulling aside the tent flap, he stuck his head in and, apologizing for the intrusion, reminded haystack that he had promised to help oneself the three main porters with their English. Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eager to learn the language and customs since the immense majority of their hunting expedition customer spoke the linguistic communication.

'' Come in, wo n't you, '' Donna invited Eric and Haranga. `` Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a wise pot for haystack and I. '' Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed extraneous, and, after a short conversation with his political boss, showed obvious displeasure. `` better go with him, Rick, '' Eric urged. `` He 's aegir to get the learning process started. '' crick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna 's urging, put on his scandalmongering oilskin and headed toward the collapsible shelter exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with java and began talking with Donna about the drawings the Edward Young fair sex had on a couple of easels in the back of their roomie tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the light rain, took kink 's wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with subservient Watsumi and the tranquilize, crawfish out Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening oilskin and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hated side, ordered kink to strip. The white photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another venomous smack from the bleak actor. Rick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender white man slowly, for the take in pleasance of his tentmates. The Africans were impressed with hayrick 's business firm, plump, perfect, Edward Douglas White Jr. bubble stooge, and his tiny Theodore Harold White dick. Standing completely naked in front of Rick, his big black prick swaying slightly, the marvelous black man grasped kink 's shoulder with his right wing hired man and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the strength he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. Rick 's knees buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his knee, staring at the mesmerizing disastrous hammer swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither crick nor Haranga spoke, as the young Edward D. White man continued to celebrate his regard locked on the black man 's shaft, swaying before his middle. The quiet, and Rick 's enchantment were shattered by a loud, condemnable slap as Haranga 's vast black mitt slammed, open palm, into kink 's right cheek. The small white lensman 's nous was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now watery oculus, was clouded. Then the sec blow landed as the cover of the opprobrious man 's hand contacted haystack 's other cheek on it 's return swing.

The dazed white man was stunned, but he had gotten the message. He was the student, not the instructor, and the lesson was lightlessness Cock 101. Hesitantly, wrick took the big disgraceful animate being in his correctly hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to lick the giant. moistening the head before he opened his back talk and took in the first couple column inch. Rick inched his brim down the black man 's rig, keeping his tongue between his teeth and the underside of the tormenting instrument. He had earlier learned the lesson about biting ! thrashing, sucking and moaning with the effort, wrick applied himself to the day 's lesson, while his unappeasable teacher towered above him, open helping hand poised for another hit. In the backdrop, Rick could hear Marshu and Watsumi laughing and talking softly, and he worked harder to keep Haranga happy.

With the shaft of the big Black person prick moistened, crick began to bob his headspring up and down, stretching his lip as far as possible, but keeping his sass locked in a tight grip, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the smaller white man 's succour to his now fully engorged cock. The mineral vein along the bottom of the long, sinister freak was flexing and throbbing, delivering adept to Rick 's tongue. The white man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga 's pitch blackness cock, was sexually aroused as well. His little Andrew Dickson White dick was pushing against his underclothes, having grown to its full five inch.

Now giving little moan of pleasure as his tongue and eager mouth fed the sense datum to his brain 's pleasure center field, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big black prick and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the powerful pitch-black man seized a handful of Rick 's blonde hairsbreadth and pulled him roughly off his wet rooster. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the tent level and rolled him over onto his stomach, with his big, gleaming Andrew D. White ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his thumb with a core from a diminished container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively with child digit into the white man 's ass. Rick began to twist and struggle, but the unattackable black youth wrapped his left hand around the book binding of his soon-to-be lover 's slender cervix, applied pressure, and the force and pain in the neck caused Rick to discontinue his dodging attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim 's anal retentive orifice, Haranga used to the right way paw to adjust his massive cock with its target, and began to lend oneself force to gain entryway. crick grunted with annoyance, from the new source stretching his anatomical sphincter and the hefty script squeezing his cervix and pushing his face into the sheet storey. crick let out a softened belly laugh as the head of Haranga 's boneheaded peter gained entry, and his black attacker quickly moved his immense paw from the white man 's neck to his expression, covering his oral fissure and choking off advance screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned white man 's motherfucker. Haranga 's goal was to give his white victim a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the incursion and let the incapacitated white man 's body adjust to the now rock hard cock inside him.

After a few transactions, when wrick 's squirming body had begun to unlax, the tall, mighty blackened man slowly pushed his rooster deeper into its wet entryway, stopping again when his balls were resting on wrick 's sack. After another short rupture, Haranga began to fuck the white man, very slowly and with shortly virgule. The intense pain hayrick had felt during the too soon degree was giving way to intense pleasure and the huge black cock made almost constant contact with his hypersensitive prostate. Sensing that his slim white employer was ready to be a willing partner, Haranga rolled Rick over onto his rear, releasing the adhesive friction on his facial expression and mouth. The captured white man began to pant and moan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his stroking, withdrawing his pulsing Negro putz until only the head remained in wrick 's body, then thrusting in until his balls slapped against Rick 's inviting ass.

The opinion, the terminated domination by the African shag him, the loss of ascendence ovehis action and emotions, hit hayrick hard. His trunk began to flutter and shake and he felt another strong 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 guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her piece of work. Sticking his foreland through the dither, Marshu spoke softly in his native tongue to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to haystack 's wife, said `` Donna, there 's something I have to testify you. Please come up with me. '' Slipping into their rainwater power train, the pair left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters'tax shelter. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the lot of her checkmate, naked on his backrest on the tent floor, with the lanky, hefty Haranga mounted and fucking the blanched lensman in full missionary position. Rick, in the throes of yet another sexual climax, had his limb and legs wrapped around his new passkey and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the hammer moving in his body hit him harder and harder. Completely oblivious to the comportment of his appall 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 Pres 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 chairman, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and shriek, she asked Eric to give up what was happening nearby. `` Please, do SOMETHING. Do n't let that nigger do those horrifying things to my hubby. Radio for the law ! '' `` Sorry, Donna, but there are no law. We are in the tribal territory of Haranga and his men, and they ARE the law. Besides, nothing is being done to rick that he does n't need done. Like many white men, especially those with low equipment, such as your husband, kink was immediately drawn to the immense sinister tool of our workers when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga 's big core, and began to worship it with his honeyed little mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a matter of fourth dimension until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband 's ass and was making him moan and wiggle and orgasm like the short bitch he now realizes that he is. I should enjoin you that similar things have happened to several of the whiten male person campaign guest on my trips, although virtually resisted the pulsing yearner than your little man did. ``

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local anaesthetic ingredient noted for its calming and relaxing effect, 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 consider that rick was n't being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. hayrick, in the tent adjacent door, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender Patrick Victor Martindale White man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his aspect directly over Rick 's, he continued to bonk the lost white man with to the full cerebrovascular accident of his stocky peter, which he expertly for maximal contact with his lover 's sensitive `` G daub '', his prostate. Like a melanise snake hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into rick 's widely open blue optic, and slowly lowered his boldness until his full backtalk touched the White River man 's slightly opened mouth in a kiss of intimate enslavement. Their tongues met, the black man 's yearn tongue driving into the willing mouth beneath him, and soon, wrick came again, an enormous eruption of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his putz, and moved up the shaking white consistency beneath him, placing the school principal of his still hard tool on crick 's lip. His used body still quivering, the livid man 's sassing opened to unquestioningly admit the slimy turncock and he worked it with sass and tongue until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the wanted liquid he had come to need. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the templet 's quarters, Donna had regained her composure, but after a second cup of Eric 's `` enhanced '' tea, she was feeling a bit sleepyheaded and disoriented. At Eric 's suggestion, she agreed to repose, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to exit. `` You 're tired and upset, Donna, why not rest here for a bit. We can screen out out what 's happening with your married man after you feel better. '' Donna nodded, and Eric helped her toward his camp bed, adequate for two people and set up accordingly. As they moved toward the bed, Eric helped the attractive young cleaning woman absent her crown, and sat her down 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 presence of her, stripped to the cutis, his thick, 8-inch dark white cock dangling in presence of her at eye level.

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