Meeting an African refugee

It was a warm Sunday morning, and Laura Hills was on her way out of church, filled with a spirit of generosity by another of Pastor Greene's rousing sermons. The blonde was wearing a cute sleeveless pink dress that didn't quite extend to the knee and that only seemed revealing given that Laura's magnificent DD-cup breasts provided her with alot of cleavage in outfits that would hang limply from most girls her age. She squinted as she emerged into the sun, grateful for the warmth as she rubbed the goosebumps off of her skin, oblivious to the pleasing jiggle resulting in her bustline.

Laura made her way past an awkwarly smiling boy from school, averting her gaze as her stared openly at her body. 'Ugh, boys around here are only interested in one thing!' she thought to herself, looking forward to graduation and her opportunity to leave this small whitebread town and do missionary work in Africa.

It was then that Laura saw Ngocko standing uneasily to the side of her milling neighbors. A new refugee from some wartorn corner of Africa that had been sponsored by the congregation, the tall, lanky fellow had received a warm welcome during the service but now seemed to be alone and forgotten. Laura's heart went out to the dark-skinned stranger, and realized that he might be able to provide her with some insight into making friends with Africans. She also realized that a close relationship with Ngocko would guarantee that it would be her selected for the missionary position.

Ngocko noticed the busty blonde walking over to him, not initially returning her smile as she approached but fixing her with an unusually direct dark-eyed gaze. "Hi, Cocko," Laura purred, subtly mispronouncing his foreign name as she nervously folded her fingers behind her butt and leaned forward to look up at his face nearly a foot above her own, inadvertedly giving the tall African a fine view directly down her dress at the massive creamy globes contained therein. She was relieved to see a wide toothy grin finally crack his stern face, so dark as to appear purple, but wincing from the sunlight she didn't notice he gaze locked firmly on her generous rack.

"Such a pretty little white girl," the man observed in a thick accent. "Are you ready for African?"

Laura smiled and nodded eagerly, figuring that he was reading her mind about important religious work. "Oh yes I am ready for it, Cocko," she declared confidently. "I've been looking forward to it for so long and I hope that you can help me." Ngocko extended his arms and wrapped the surprised girl closely against him, and as she rested her blonde head against his chest and he squeezed her tightly, the innocent girl was surprised to suddenly feel something strange poking and rubbing against her stomach. She realized with some embarrassment that she must have aroused him, standing in front of the church and much of its congregation, and that it was undeniably massive African cock now pressing against her...!