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African Wife and DaughterRobert was troubled. Troubled at his African manager’s latest demand. Troubled by his wife’s seemingly easy acceptance of it. They had been in Kenya for nearly two years working for a Western company though under a local African manager. It had been a good two years. They had been able to save, and yet had enjoyed a lifestyle far superior to that back home. His wife Linda loved it here and had made it very clear she expected Robert to obtain a renewal of his two-year contract. It was bad enough to have to go and plead his case with this African manager, that he was one of his wife’s African lovers only made it worse. His wife Linda was a full-bodied, curvy 40-year-old who had not ran to fat. She was full and rounded yet still relatively slim. Since their arrival in Kenya, the African men had swarmed around her like bees around a honey pot. It was hardly surprising she had given in to temptation. If only it had not become so obvious that he himself was also aroused by the attention she received. When his wife had discovered him with an erection after watching her flirt and chat with the local African men in the hotel bar, she had teased him with talk of such images and whether African men really did have Big Black Cocks. His wife confirmed to him that they did, while reassuring him that she had not been unfaithful. Eventually his excitement at his arousal and her teasing ideas had resulted in the inevitable. A sweat-soaked passionate weekend affair with an anonymous safari guide, whom they were never likely to meet again. Once tasted, there was no going back for Linda. She had taken a number of lovers, even bedding Ngoronge, their gardener, on occasion. She had been quick to surrender to one of the many overtures she had received from her husband’s boss, The dishy and authoritative Joshua. Joshua had been only too happy to introduce her to his friends. Life had been good for Linda, and exciting and arousing for Robert, too. Now they sat on the veranda sipping cocktails, while Robert pondered his the demand of his boss, and his wife’s lack of concern. It was unacceptable, of course, to virtually hand over their young and pretty daughter to his African boss, it was unthinkable. Why then did his wife not think so too? “Look, honey,” Linda sought to explain. “We both love this country. Could you imagine sitting on a veranda back home watching the sun set on mountains and jungle, sipping cocktails and admiring the lifestyle? We would probably popping out to the local diner and watching TV all night. Here in Africa, life is happening all around us and we are taking part in a great adventure. Debbie loves it here as much as we do. What an education she is getting as to the real world, about people and the environment.” “But we are not talking about people and the environment. We are talking about a randy African who wants to bed our daughter!” “Oh pooh! You fuss too much. Do you really believe Debbie has lived in this country for two years without Black Hands getting inside her knickers? Now you are being ridiculous!” “No I can’t believe that. She is too young. That is why we sent her to the private school. So that she would be safe and protected.” “Uh, you can’t protect a teenage girl once she gets a hankering to discover what sex is all about. There are girls much older than Debbie who are envious of her full bust, and the way she wriggles that butt! She knows the Africans are watching! If only I had known what Black Cock was like at her age! Five years wasted as a virgin before I met you!” Robert looked hurt. “Oh, don’t be silly. You know what I mean. I was a virgin when we met and I have always faithful to you. Well, that is until we came to Kenya.” She looked at her husband. “I’m telling you that if some African has not already bedded our daughter, she will not pass another two years here without it happening.” Robert sipped his drink, his frown deepening. Linda was right, of course. Whatever “status” his daughter was now, it would be unrealistic to expect her to remain a virgin for another two years. But he balked at effectively giving his African boss what was effectively permission to fuck his pretty, teenage daughter. He was already fucking his wife, and he could live with that. Enjoyed it indeed, even if it was a bit humiliating. But his lovely daughter as well, that was too much. Linda had been watching his face, judging his thought by the moods his face expressed. She recognized that look of stubbornness enter his face. “Honey, I am not going home. Whatever decision you arrive at, I am not going home. I love it here and I am not going to lose what I have found. I don’t love Nelson. I love you, but I love what he does to me with his cock. Debbie will love it, too! Hush now and listen.” Linda preempted her husband’s reaction. “He has said he will not force Debbie. He will seduce her. I trust him in this. At least we as parents get the chance to control and ensure her first sexual experiences. As a mother, I feel it is my duty to ensure that she learns what a Big Black Cock can do for her. Nelson has offered to support me if you go. So if you insist on going, I will divorce you, and offer Debbie up to him myself.” Robert swallowed hard and stared at his wife. A week later Robert was driving home. He had just picked up Debbie from school at the start of the half term. He was troubled still, if resigned. He had passed responsibility for the outcome to Linda. Recognizing his own weakness, and trying to live with it. Debbie was chattering away. Excited at coming home for the holiday. Little did she realize just how eventful her holiday was to be. Robert tried to control his thoughts and listen to Debbie’s chatter. He was trying to muster his thoughts and put into words the critical matters he needed to discuss with her. Nelson had made it clear that Debbie should know what was to happen, and be willing. Explaining this to his innocent daughter was another matter altogether. But Nelson was waiting at home, and he and Linda would not be denied. That his daughter was looking so radiant, full of health and excitement did not help. “Debbie, you know that my contract is nearly up. We have been here nearly two years now. are you looking forward to going back home.” Debbie’s slumped shoulder spoke volumes. “I love it here dad! I wish we could stay.” She looked out the window. “Look dad, there is a line of elephants!” A herd of elephants had chosen that moment to leave the trees and were trooping trunk to tail as they moved south. It was the dry season. Rains where not due for another two months, if they arrived at all. They would be heading for another water hole, led by an old bull who probably knew all the water sources in the Rift Valley. “Debbie, it might be possible for us to stay. My boss Nelson has the power to grant a two-year extension to my contract.” “Really daddy!” Excitement burst from her every pore. “That’s great! I like your boss. He’s cute. He is always the perfect gentleman, not like all the other Africans!” Robert looked alarmingly at his daughter. “What did you mean by that? Has someone being giving you problems?” His alarm and concern was obvious. Debbie flushed, and Robert’s concern grew. “Oh no! Relax, daddy. But you must know what African men are like! They keep telling me how pretty I am. Even the old ones. They keep touching me, but I don’t let them touch me. At least not for long anyway. Daddy!” Debbie reassured her father at the sight of his appalled look. “Don’t worry. I’m still a ‘good’ girl.” Robert swallowed, struggling not to overreact. In the circumstances, driving his daughter home to meet Nelson, it would seem pretty hypocritical. “Nelson is visiting with us for the weekend, so it is important that you are nice to him.” “OK. I will be especially good.” Robert coughed in his throat. Debbie recognized that cough. Her father was trying to say something important. “You must realize, Debbie, that this weekend is especially critical. If Joshua decides not to renew my contract, then it is back home for all of us.” Debbie nodded, looking serious for a moment. Kenya felt like home now, she loved it here. Going “home” would be such a disappointment. Robert coughed again. “It may be necessary for you to be extra nice to Joshua this weekend.” “Of course, daddy, I understand I’ve already said I will be nice to him….” Her voice trailed off as she saw the troubled look in her father’s eyes. Her eyes widened. “You want me to have sex with him….” Her voice was a whisper. She flushed and quickly looked away. Robert blushed himself and kept his eyes on the road. He felt Debbie turn and look at him. He kept his eyes fixed on the road. Debbie sat back in her seat and kept her own eyes fixed on the bush- and tree-s**ttered grassland as they rolled by on one of the few tarmacadam roads. Robert could hear her make a small swallowing noise. “Some of the girls at my school have African lovers.” It was Robert’s turn to swallow. “They boast about it.” Robert canlı bahis kept silent. “Most of the local girls have had a Black Lover at one time or another. Us expat girls are really made to look like little prudes if we admit to not having a boyfriend.” “Surely though that must be the older girls?” Robert tentatively offered. Keen to divert his own thoughts. “Oh no. Five of the girls in my class have lovers. African, of course. There are some of the girls in the class below who also have lovers. It all seems perfectly normal. Every week, there is a group of local African businessman who come up to the school. The headmaster chooses which sixth form girls they can date. Sometimes the girls don’t come back to school ’til the morning, but they never get into any trouble.” Robert by now was totally distracted. The headmaster of his daughter’s school was allowing local African businessmen to “date” the white girls in his care! Indeed he was choosing the girls to be dated! “It’s only the sixth form girls. It is one of their special privileges.” Debbie sensed her father’s disquiet and relapsed back into the seat concentrating again on the view from the car window. It did not seem long before they were home, though it was a two-hour drive. Ngoronge was there to open the gate, smiling broadly at Debbie. She bounced out of the car and rushed to hind her mum, screeching out her hellos as she went. She found her mum by the swimming pool with the ever-present cocktail in her hand. It seemed that her mum had already drank too much by the unsteady way she greeted her daughter. Joshua was also by the pool lounging in a towelling robe. With them was a second African gentleman she did not know. “Debbie dear, you remember Joshua. Daddy’s boss. He is staying with us this weekend and I want you to treat him as part of the family.” Debbie nodded and looked over at Joshua, who was just as impressive as she remembered if he was wearing a towelling robe and not one of his sharp business suits. “Go and greet him properly then with a nice hug.” Debbie bounced over to Joshua, though there was a nervousness in her stride now. Joshua swept her into his arms, and hugged her tight. As he did so, she could feel a large protrusion press against her. Oh my god, she thought. He is hard already! His hand dropped to the small of her back as her own hands encircled him and give him the expected hug. His hand in the small of her back pressed her to him and she could feel his hips move. Ever so slowly he rubbed his length against her. Debbie flushed and looked up at Joshua. He released her as she stepped away. Her eyes met his and she flushed. She stood there silent. “Hello Debbie. It is nice to see you again. It is hard to recognize you. You have grown so much in the last two years. You have become a young woman. A very pretty, young woman I would add. It must be awful for you buried away in that school.” Debbie flushed again. “This is Mr. Orongi. He is the head of the government department for water distribution. He is a very important man. If we can persuade him to place the Rift Valley contract with ourselves, it will ensure that I can offer your father a new two-year contract.” He nodded to Robert. “Isn’t that true Robert?” Robert nodded. “So we must be nice to Mr. Orongi, mustn’t we?” “Yes.” Robert’s words seemed strangled. Debbie turned to look at her father who had turned red. “I must change. Please excuse me.” Debbie was flustered, flinging her clothes about as she unpacked. She was wearing only her panties, having thrown off her traveling clothes and was now trying to decide which swimming costume to wear. She sensed the presence in the doorway. Turning, she saw Joshua. His eyes rolled casually over her near naked body. Debbie shrieked and grabbed for a towel to cover herself. Joshua made no move. Debbie noted that his eyes held none of the greedy lust she was so familiar in seeing in African men. His eyes were confident, friendly, assured as he watched her. “My parents….” “Are out by the pool,” Joshua interrupted her. “Oh.” “They won’t disturb us.” Debbie flushed. She looked into Joshua’s eyes and saw nothing to make her fear. She lowered her eyes demurely. “I’m looking for a swimming costume.” “I have one I bought for you.” He held up his hands, offering her a blue costume. “Oh. Thank you. That’s kind of you.” “Come and get it.” Debbie hesitated. “You don’t need that towel do you?” He nodded at the white fluffy towel she clasped to her breasts. Debbie took a breath and looked at him again. His eyes remained calm, confident, reassuring. “Well, my mum did say to treat you as part of the family.” The towel fell to the floor. She stood. Head bowed shyly. Her own thoughts were disturbing her. She was standing, nearly naked before a man for the first time in her life. A man her parents wanted her to be “nice” too. She reddened. She could feel his eyes on her. But the thought did not make her skin crawl. Instead she was excited. Strange emotions uncoiled with a powerful surging power that terrified her. But Joshua was not the cause of her terror. It was her nubile body’s response that was terrifying her. “Come then, and put on this costume.” Debbie stepped across and took the costume from his hands. It was lovely. To her surprise it was not a particularly tight-fitting costume. Nor indeed was it a bikini. She paused for a moment as another dilemma came to her. Then she dismissed it and quickly stripped off her panties, before slipping into the costume. Her eyes kept away from Joshua. Finally she stood and glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked great. The costume was very pretty. A series of differing blues lapped up the costume like waves breaking on a shore. The material was soft and fine to the touch. There was real quality evident in this gift. “Thank you.” “Come over here and thank me properly.’ Debbie’s eyes darted back to Joshua stood there calm and confident. Even in that towelling robe there was an aura of power and authority about him. He opened his arms to her and gestured her forward. Tentatively she moved towards him. At the last moment, she raised herself on her toes to kiss him, offering up her lips. His kiss was not forceful, or demanding. He kissed her softly, gently. His lips caressed hers, soft as butterflies. Though the butterflies in her stomach were neither gentle, nor calm. A raging storm threatened to engulf her. Debbie pulled away, flushed, shocked and aroused. She made to slip past Joshua but at the last moment he gathered her into his arms, drawing her unresisting form close. Her back against his chest. His hands rose around and slid up. One held her close, while the other rose and gently and softly encased her budding nubile breast. Nicely filling out, her breast fit nicely into the palm of his hand. His voice whispered in her ear. “Later I will teach you how to thank me properly. Teach you how a pretty white woman like yourself should properly thank a Black Man for the presents he gives her.” Debbie flushed. His hand on her breast felt wonderful. He had called her a woman! Dark African lips nibbled on the slender white column of her neck. She broke free and darted out into the garden. When Debbie emerged from the pool, her father was serving drinks to Joshua and Mr. Orongi, while her mother was sitting on Mr. Orongi’s lap. She dried herself off by the poolside, while her father fretted around. He was trying to sort out the barbecue. “Come, Debbie.” Joshua waved her over. Debbie paused. She glanced at her mother sitting in Mr. Orongi’s lap. Her father was focusing on the barbecue. “Come and sit on my lap, Debbie.” “Father….” “Best do as Joshua wants, Debbie.” Her father’s words were muffled. Debbie glanced again at her mother who nodded. She turned to look at Joshua who was watching her. With a swing of her hips, she walked over to Joshua, allowing him to draw her down into his lap. His arms came around her and he pulled her close. “Robert, there is some work for you to do in the office.” Robert looked startled. “Work? Now? But…but the barbecue.” “Ngoronge can work the barbecue. Now go and get that work done on the presentation to Mr. Orongi.” Robert looked a mixture of confusion and worry. “Oh, and Robert…I expect the work will keep you busy all night. I don’t expect to see you again before morning.” Robert swallowed. “Yes, sir.” With a further moment’s hesitation, he turned and left. Debbie looked up at Joshua with new respect. Her father was not normally so meek and accepting. Joshua smiled at her and curled one of her hairs behind her ear. She flushed and looked into her lap. She was very conscious of the warmth of his hand on her waist. Her mother gasped and she looked up. Mr. Orongi had flipped up her mother’s bikini top and was teasing her nipples with his fingers. She stared mesmerized as his Black Fingers played with her mother’s darkened pink tips. Her mother was squirming in his lap. “It looks like your mother is enjoying that,” Joshua whispered in her ear, bahis siteleri his hot breath blowing across her neck. His strong hand caressed her waist. She could feel his thick member uncoil and lengthen below her bottom. She blushed and wriggled. Then stopped as she realized what she was doing. Her mother’s squeal brought her eyes back to her mother. Her bikini top had gone now and Mr. Orongi’s head was buried in her mother’s neck. One large Black Hand covered her mother’s breast. The other hand was buried in his mother’s lap. She watched with bated breath the hand in her mother’s lap move, caress and fondle. Joshua kissed her lightly on the side of her neck. She shivered in delight at the soft touch. His own hand was rising up her slim frame. She made no effort to resist as it rose and cupped her youthful budding breasts, far fuller than most girls her age. She in turn gasped as his palm ran softly over her nipples before clasping her breast more firmly, and squeezing. Debbie wriggled her hips as unaccustomed passion stirred her loins. Unfortunately the thick length of Joshua’s member responded to her wriggling by hardening and growing even longer! Debbie struggled half heartedly. Joshua’s arms were strong around. Strong, warm, and male. She turned to look up at him and his eyes met hers. Eyes with fire and laughter in them. He was so cute. She ceased her half-hearted struggle. A sudden gasp came from her mother. Debbie turned. Her mother’s full white breasts were partly hidden by a large Black Hand that was molding that breast. Full, Black Fingers were squeezing and twisting the full expanded aureoles. Her mother’s thighs had been pushed apart by Mr. Orongi whose other hand was now inside her mother’s bikini bottoms. Debbie stirred. The hand inside her mother’s bikini bottoms was moving vigorously! Fascinated, Debbie was unable to tear her eyes away as Mr. Orongi blatantly and enthusiastically frigged her mother. Her mother’s gasps were uncontrolled as she in turn wriggle and squirmed in her visitor’s lap. Joshua was holding her steady by the waist as he rubbed his cock against her soft, rounded bottom. A fire was building up in her own loins. She looked up at her mother whose own eyes were glazed. Linda flushed under her daughter’s gaze. Mr. Orongi’s fingers were a delight. He really knew how to use his fingers to bring delight to a woman. Linda’s eyes appealed to Debbie for understanding. Linda was herself confused as well as excited. She knew this was best for Debbie. That she should be made aware, if not aroused, before the Africans made their move on her. Her emotions were mixed. Fear for her daughter, mixed with a strange thrill as she watched Debbie sit on Joshua’s lap. Her daughter looked so lovely. Her breasts very full for her age. Her as hips rounded and curved, were wriggling on Joshua’s lap. No doubt Debbie could feel her lover’s magnificent cock underneath her bottom. She swallowed with the realization that it would be her daughter would be taking that huge cock inside her tonight. She should have been shocked, concerned, but all she could concentrate on was the thick Black Fingers sliding through and around her wet center. With a wicked, devilish thought, she imagined that huge cock thrusting into Debbie. Debbie jumped at her mother’s wail. She looked up alarmed. Her mother was jerking around on Mr. Orongi’s lip. She bit her lip with the realization that her mother was having an orgasm. She looked at Mr. Orongi. She pulled back against her Joshua as she realized he was staring at her. Even as his fingers worked her mother, his gaze was firmly locked on her. She shivered. It was not a shiver of cold. Mr. Orongi lusted after her. It was obvious from his eyes. She should have been afraid. Indeed, she was to a certain extent. Another emotion had greater power over her now. Debbie was very aroused. It was going to happen. She was going to lose her virginity! The thought aroused her. The fear she felt seemed only to arouse her further. Ngoronge arrived with a tray of drinks. Carefully setting them down on the patio table, his own arousal was very evident from the large bulge in his trousers. His grinned as he eyed Linda, and nodded to Debbie. Joshua struck up an easy conversation with him. Ngoronge showed no embarrassment at the huge bulge in his trousers as he talked to Joshua. Joshua laughed and turned to Linda. “I think you should thank Ngoronge, Linda.” Linda glanced at Ngoronge before looking at Joshua, puzzlement in her eyes. “Come on Linda, show Debbie how a white woman like yourself properly thanks an African.” Linda flushed, looked at Debbie, but quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Please, not now….” Her voice had a desperate pleading note. Joshua just grinned. “No false modesty tonight, Linda. Your daughter should be properly taught how to behave and who better to teach her than yourself?” Ngoronge grinned. Mr. Orongi was urging her to her feet. Joshua’s look was forbidding. Linda rose quickly to her feet, not wanting to annoy her magnificent lover. She stepped across to Ngoronge, her eyes on Joshua hoping for a reprieve from her embarrassment. Seeing that none was coming, she sank to her knees in front of Ngoronge. “See that Debbie has a good view.” Linda shuffled around slightly, her fingers already busy unfastening the buttons of Ngoronge’s shorts. Debbie’s were fixed on her mother, and the sight unfolding before her eyes. Joshua motioned her to her feet, and indicated she should go and sit in Mr. Orongi’s lap. Debbie looked doubtful. Joshua was firm in pushing her over to their guest. Reluctant to leave Joshua, Debbie walked across the patio. To her embarrassment, Mr. Orongi’s eyes were fixed on her loins. As she swung her hips, his eyes seemed to be devouring the now-moist slit between her thighs. She paused in front of Mr. Orongi staring. He had released his huge cock from his trousers. It was huge. Even bigger than her teacher’s. It’s circumscribed Black Head bobbed like a cobra about to strike. It was thick, as well as long, and black. Really black! Unmistakably black, with no lighter coloring whatsoever. “Sit on his lap, Debbie,” Joshua’s voice came from the other side of the patio. Debbie turned and gestured. She meant to demonstrate that the state of Mr. Orongi’s loins made it difficult to state. As she turned, however, Mr. Orongi reached up and took hold of her hips. With a deceiving strength. he turned her further, lifted her off her feet and drew her down into his lap. He sat back, and his cock nestled into the soft divide between her bottom cheeks. Its head rearing up between her thighs. Hard Black Maleness throbbed against Debbie’s soft virginal thighs. She squirmed but that only made the throbbing heat between her legs even more prominent. Ngoronge gasped and she looked up. Her mother’s head was bobbing in front of her. Soft pink lips encased a Big Black Cock and suckled. Debbie watched transfixed. Linda’s experienced mouth was giving Ngoronge great pleasure as she bobbed, sucked and licked. Her greedy tongue overcoming her embarrassment at doing this in front of her daughter. Debbie, however, was no stranger to sucking cock. One of the African teachers in her school had inveigled her into doing this for him. It was an act in which she had quickly taken delight. Watching a grown man’s face contort with lust and pleasure as her lips and tongue teased and delighted him had become almost a need for her. Her teacher managed to get her alone two or three times a week, and she eagerly now submitted to his demands. She had even licked his balls. She stared now at her mother, knowing the pleasure she would be getting from this act. She hardly noticed when Mr. Orongi slid down over her shoulders, the straps of her swimming costume, and slowly drew the costume down her body. Joshua alternated between watching the mother and the slow exposure of Debbie’s youthful, though delightfully full, teenage breasts. Debbie gasped as Mr. Orongi’s hands cupped her exposed breasts, tweaked her nipples. She wriggled her hips and his cock’s presence forced itself back into her thoughts. Her hands dropped into her lap. Enclosing the thick black length in her slim white hand. She marveled at the texture. At its heat, and the throbbing life that was in her nervous hand. Ngoronge gasped, then gasped again. Debbie looked up. Ngoronge was holding Linda’s head tight. King, their bull mastiff guard dog was hopping around excitedly. But it was the fascinating sight of Ngoronge’s hips jerking. Her mother’s head held firm. It was so like with the teacher that it was uncanny. Her teacher never let her spill a drop. Ngoronge seemed equally determined that her mother should not spill a drop! King was trying to sniff between Linda’s legs, and she tried to swat him away even as she gulped and swallowed the juices spurting from Ngoronge’s cock. Joshua noticed Debbie’s fascinated gaze and raised his glass to her. Debbie flushed, but did not look away from the scene taking place bahis şirketleri before her. Mr. Orongi’s hot breath was in her ear. His hands had pushed her costume lower, before returning to play with her excited, heaving breasts. His cock was thick and hard between her legs and almost without realizing what she was doing her upper thighs were clamping and squeezing on that cock. Linda struggled to her feet. Her hand to her mouth wiping it clean. “Linda, why don’t you accompany Ngoronge to his quarters? We won’t need you again tonight.” Linda looked alarmed. She glanced to Debbie, her youthful, jutting white breasts engulfed in greedy, Black Hands. She looked at Mr. Orongi, his grinning mocking eyes met hers as he tweaked her daughter’s nipples making Debbie gasp. “But…I thought…” “Don’t worry, between us we will take good care of Debbie.” Linda swallowed. She wanted to protest. She wanted to be there for her daughter! She turned back to Joshua, but the look on his face left no room for debate. “I…I…please.” “Just make sure you make Ngoronge very happy, and take King with you.” Linda knew there was no point resisting. She grabbed the excited King by the collar. At least Debbie would be spared King’s attentions tonight. Though she new as dawn followed night it was only a matter of time before Joshua mated her daughter with the randy dog. “Linda.” She turned again to Joshua, even as Ngoronge led her away with an arm around her waist. “Do you have some advice for Debbie?” Linda glanced at Debbie. For the first time she noted her daughter’s slim white hand clasped around their guest’s thick black length. “Err…Debbie…best to do whatever they want. Trust me, you will enjoy it by the end.” Mr. Orongi’s laugh was deep and wicked in Debbie’s ear. His hand pushed lower, inside her costume, dipping towards the vee of her daughter’s loins. Linda’s face was a picture as Ngoronge led her away to his quarters. “Debbie.” She looked up. Joshua had been watching her and Mr. Orongi across the top of his glass. “Why don’t you show Mr. Orongi your room?” “But I thought…I mean…isn’t it going to be you and me…?” “Mr. Orongi is an important man, Debbie. He is in a position to place an important government contract with our firm. If he does so, then I will be able to renew your father’s contract for another two years. You do want to stay another two years?” Debbie nodded. “Then go and show Mr. Orongi to your room and give him a really good time. Then we will be able to have many more nights like this. I will see you again later in the evening.” He sipped in his drink and waved her away. Debbie allowed Mr. Orongi to lead her inside. His hand cupping and squeezing her bottom as he urged her inside. Two hours later, Debbie lay in her bed, no longer a virgin. Mr. Orongi had finally exhausted himself, glutting himself on her fresh virginal white flesh. It was as well that she had already been aroused. Once inside her room he had cast all restraint aside. Almost tearing her costume off in his lust to rut with her, it had been scary. His cock had seemed huge as he thrust her slim, supple, white thighs apart. His Black Bulk had hovered over her lovely and shapely white teenage form. His greed and lust had made him brutal as his huge cock had torn aside her hymen and thrust inside. For nearly two hours, he had thrust and ground his cock deep inside her. The brief pain had slowly passed, and been replaced with pleasure. His black heaviness, at first frightening was now arousing as she lay pinned beneath his thrusting masculinity. Her slim white arms had clasped him tight and egged him on with hot whispers of her own. But now he had fallen off to sleep. She regretted this. She would have liked him to continue. “Debbie.” She looked up to see Joshua in the doorway. His hand to his lips shushing her. He waved her to him. Had he watched at all? He wave to her again. Debbie wriggled free from the sated body of Mr. Orongi. She struggled to her feet. Struggled, as her legs felt weak. Her loins felt very strange indeed. She was a woman now, she realized. Mr. Orongi had made her a woman. She was still wet with their combined juices in her newly opened womanhood. Joshua grinned at her, and Debbie smiled back a brilliant smile. “Was that good?” he whispered, as his arm encircled her slim waist. Debbie nodded, blushing shyly. “Come with me.” He led her into her parents’ bedroom. She wondered about her mother outside in the domestic’s quarters with Ngoronge. Joshua urged her onto the bed. It seemed distinctly wicked to do it in her parents’ bed. She grinned at Joshua. Confident he was going to continue doing to her that which Mr. Orongi had started. He rolled her over. Debbie allowed him to manipulate her body as he wished. His hands caressed her back, before dropping to caress the soft white cheeks of her curvy bottom. Joshua grinned as he caressed those soft globes, before stripping off her own clothes. Debbie recognizing his interest in her bottom, and enjoying the caresses, wriggled her bottom up and back at him in invitation. Her innocence sheltered her from understanding his intentions. From understanding the invitation her upthrust bottom was making. Linda crouched on the rattan mat covering the concrete floor in Ngoronge’s quarters. Her mouth tore free from his cock as she heard her daughter’s shriek. Ngoronge laughed at her alarm and fear. He waved his Black Cock in her face. “Suck!” he demanded. Linda give him a dirty look but made no attempt to get away. It was probably pointless pinned as she was between Ngoronge and a rutting King. She heard another wail come from Debbie inside the house. She had little doubt that her innocent daughter had just been buggered for the first time by Joshua. She remembered her own screech when he had taken her own virginity back there. “Suck!” Ngoronge’s voice was more demanding, more forceful. She surrendered to his demands and took his cock back into her mouth. Sucking and licking it clean from their earlier union. She braced her legs apart, proffering her hips open and steady to a rutting King. It was only a matter of time before Joshua would expect this also from Debbie. Her own sexual excitement clouded her judgment as she surrendered to the wild passion the demanding cocks created. ********* The above is my “storified” version of a true story from Kenya. Some expats are very forthcoming about their experiences. Some give only an outline. The story of Linda and Debbie was given in great detail over a number of E-mails. Joshua stayed at the villa all week during Debbie’s half term break. Debbie confided in her mother that her African teacher at the private girl’s school had taught her to suck cock, but unusually had not gone further. I have little doubt that when she returned to school her teacher got the “benefit” of her new non-virginal status. Linda admitted to her daughter that she regularly fucked with the guard dog while Joshua and his friends watched. Robert kept out of the way for most of the week, embarrassed to face his daughter. It was three days before Debbie left the villa. She asked Joshua permission to go and visit her friend who lived nearby, a sleepy, sated Joshua agreeing. Later that afternoon Debbie returned to the villa bringing her friend Lisa. An excited, curious 14-year-old with a budding, body and growing curiosity about sex. By all the account I received, Joshua lazily looked the girl up and down from a sun bed by the pool, eying her lithe coltish legs under a short skirt, and her budding breasts. He stood, and taking her hand, led her into the villa. Then, as I understand it, he bedded the girl without a word being spoken between them. Then, in what is typical of Africa, he took numerous photographs of Lisa, Lisa and Debbie, Lisa and King, Lisa sucking Black Cock on her knees. He presented the photos to Lisa’s mother with a simple demand. “Drop your knickers or the photos will be posted to neighbors and your husband’s employer.” Lisa’s mother, like so many white women in Africa, was only too ready to “sacrifice herself” for her daughter’s honor. Sexual blackmail is a very common in Africa. Unlike America, and this story, the Africans usually target the sexual curiosity of teenage c***dren, male or female, before targeting their parents. Robert’s contract was renewed for two years. During those two years, Debbie’s holidays were full of wild sexual activity. Joshua regularly offered her to potential business clients. Sometimes alone, sometimes with her mother. He would arrange barbecues with Linda and Debbie as the “star attractions.” One or the other would perform with King, while the other sucked off the watching Africans. Humiliation of white men is actually very rare in Africa, unlike some of the western stories. Nevertheless, they did take some pleasure from knowing that Robert knew what they were doing to his wife and daughter. Only once was he required to “serve” drinks while his wife and daughter performed. Needless to say, as is so often the case in Africa and elsewhere, once his womenfolk had sampled Black Cock, he had little say in preventing their continued delight in submitting to rampant Africans. They were lucky, in that neither became pregnant.

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