Dark Africa

It was back in the early 90s, as I bought a young blonde tourist from Kgosi, the leader of a small tribe among the Tswana people of Botswana, Africa. She cost me 400 USD. A bargain. Kgosi Tshekedi Molotlegi only wanted 300 USD, but I was planning to buy more tourists from him, so I gave him 100 dollars extra as a down payment for my next purchase, showing my interest to keep doing business with him. He always delivered as requested.

This time, I wanted something Asian, as I had told him, using my fingers to make eye slits. He knew already about my taste, only that the race or features such as the hair color, breast size, or age might sometimes differ. A young girl normally took a week to be delivered, an adult woman with large breasts no more than “two sleeps," as he used to explain to me the time he needed for each order.

He nodded enthusiastically and told me with his hands, “five times sleep," repeating the eye slits. He made a boobs sign with his hands, but I simply raised my arms with my palms facing up, telling him I didn’t know, and as I “threw something invisible over my shoulder," he understood that this time the breast size didn’t matter.

The first time he got me a woman was in the late 80s. He and I met by coincidence, but we quickly grew an understanding bond between the two of us, and I was invited as his guest to stay until he could kidnap a fresh tourist for me, which would take about five sleeps, perhaps seven sleeps from now. For the first night, as I was about to leave the campfire to go to my hut, Kgosi said something to a woman, and she quickly brought all his 13 wives. They obediently stood in line, waiting for me to pick my choice for the night.

It took me a minute or two before I understood his hand signs and that he was offering me “warmth for the night," as they used to call it. I didn’t know if it was polite to choose any one of them or if there were certain unknown rules to me, such as “the eldest first" or “let him choose for you.” After debating with our hands for a couple of minutes, he made it clear I could pick any of his wives for tonight; no hard feelings. I quickly made a mental note to find a gift for him tomorrow.

I picked a young-looking, black girl. She was probably 18 or 19 years old, with young, firm, perky breasts. Beautiful brown eyes, a slender figure, and soft, big lips. They had embellished her with golden jewellery, such as the typical Ndebele neck hoop (like 10 chokers, fixed together, on top of each other), golden bracelets, nipple piercings, earrings and golden breast chains. Besides that, she only wore a black slip, not even shoes.

What I didn’t know on that first night was that it was custom to have the other wives watch on the first night and see us fornicate. It was beneficial for both parties; the other wives would see what to expect if they were chosen on one of the following nights, and they would make sure that I would at least cum once, to assure a better sleep.

Since my hut was too small for so many watchers, they gently took me by the arms and guided me to an open space in the center of the little village. The young woman I had chosen was already ready for me, lying on a provisional mattress. She had a worried look in her eyes, probably me being her first white man and a complete stranger too. At least that is what I thought.

I was a bit worried too, because I had never had sex while twelve people were watching my performance. I decided to surprise them and eat her out first. Maybe I could make her cum and have a relaxing effect on her. As I kneeled in between her spread legs, I told her my name, pointed at myself, and asked, “O mang?" hoping it would be with the right pronunciation. She gave me a broad smile and answered, "Kikuyu." "Thank God," I thought. "That is an easy name," and smiled at her.

Kikuyu expected me to penetrate her right away, but to her surprise, I knelt between her open legs and lapped that young slit like a thirsty dog. All the other wives were watching us, and I heard them talking about it, not understanding what they saw me doing to the young girl. But her moaning explained a lot, and even there, in the nowhere of Africa, she instinctively pulled my head against her little soppy cunt, wanting my tongue to go as deep as possible. As I kept sucking on her swollen clit, little cries escaped her mouth as she was getting close to her first orgasm on a white man's mouth. I dabbed with my wet tongue her aroused clit, alternating it with placing my mouth entirely on her swollen mound, sucking hard.

Kikuyu let out a loud cry as she came on my mouth, her body shaking of the powerful orgasm which ripped through her young body. I stopped licking her but held my mouth on her opening, sucking in those sweet juices, at the same time hearing excited voices around me. The wives were vividly discussing what they just had witnessed. I guess some things from the other continent are not bad at all…

Kikuyu was very confused; nobody had told her about this kind of pleasure. They only told her to lie on her back and be a good wife. This was completely different. Was the white man happy or angry with her? Why did they not lay down together? She had so many questions but couldn’t confide in anyone, because the white man grabbed her by the waist and placed her on all fours, crawling behind her. Nobody had told her about this either.

The young woman felt the white man push his large cock head inside her swollen lips, her cunt still very sensitive from her orgasm. Kikuyu let out a loud groan as she was being split in two. The large head managed to pop inside her, her cunt muscles getting widely stretched. Sweat started dripping from her forehead from the workout she was receiving for the very first time.

As I penetrated Kikuyu with my white raw cock, the contrast was very erotic. That hard white shaft of mine spreading those deep brown lips as the young girl was trying to cope with the girth of the mushroom. I held her by the waist, pulling her towards me, assisting my penetration. I gave her one hard shove to get the cockhead in all the way, and Kikuyu let out a cry of pain, as if I had hurt her for a second.

I could see her cunt was still oversensitive and suffering from her orgasm, her groans becoming louder the deeper my cock went. She was very, very tight, and I had trouble sinking my cock inside those young walls. Even though she was still a bit lubricated from her orgasm, she was not wet enough. Probably out of fear, not knowing what I was doing to her.

I somehow ignored her poor lubrication, and bit by bit, as I kept pushing slowly, I finally hit her teenager-cervix, bumping against it with the red tip of my cock. I was finally all the way inside her. I stopped for a moment, not moving, giving her a chance to get used to my large cock. She was panting and sweating a lot, the soft skin of her beautiful brown back all shiny. Seeing my large white hands holding her by the slender black waist made my cock twitch, and I decided to pull back so I could slowly start fucking her, hoping her cunt would get wetter.

As I pulled out my white cock, I saw some red oozy slime on it. I just deflowered a virgin! No wonder she had this worried look. The other wives saw it too, happy that she was a woman now, and praised her. I saw her smile for a second, proud.

Time to fuck her then. I held her tight and pushed again. I got halfway and pulled back, and more red slime was sticking on my white cock. I pushed again and was able to penetrate her deeper. Pulling back again, I kept holding her, and I pushed again, sinking much deeper. Slowly she was getting lubricated, her unprotected cunt reacting naturally to her breeding. As I pulled back again, I saw that indeed my cock was much shinier now with her juices mixed with the bits of blood, and as I shoved my cock in again, it slid much easier. One more push and I bumped against her reproduction organ again. Kikuyu let out a soft little moan, this time from pleasure.

I increased my pace, now able to hit her deep in one single hard shove without any problems. Her body started reacting to the call of Nature, and she started pushing back her willing cunt against my cock. I didn’t need to hold her waist anymore; slowly it was now Kikuyu who was doing the fucking with that thirsty teenage slit. Her young boobs were hanging freely and moved in the same rhythm as our fucking organs did, bouncing back and forth with each push and pull. The sight was very arousing, and soon my balls would spend their precious hot cum inside her young womb, making sure she would get a bastard baby from me.

I heard Kikuyu's breath become irregular too; she was approaching her second orgasm very quickly. I tried to delay my seed spilling and thought about other things, speeding up my fucking. Everybody could now hear the slapping of my thighs against her raised ass, and as Kikuyu started gasping, she was inviting me to fill her womb by wiggling her cunt on my throbbing cock. Suddenly, she cried, and I felt her cunt contract hard on my thumping rod, another big orgasm shaking her teenage world. Her tunnel muscles were still trying to get my load and were making these milking movements, trying to get my seed where Nature had wanted it all these years. The continuous contracting of her tunnel muscles on my very aroused cock quickly pushed me over the edge, and my first shot of hot cum landed deep inside her young belly. Kikuyu sighed, instinctively knowing she was being knocked up. I stopped fucking her and held my cock deep against her thirsty cervix, pumping load after load of white cum in that black egg of hers. We stayed like that, losing all sense of time; the breeding was done. As I slowly pulled out, her black cunt dripped my white cum on her legs until we both lay down on our backs, next to each other.

I gave her a long and hot kiss, which she enthusiastically but inexperientially answered.

We stayed like that, and somebody placed animal skins on us to keep us warm. We both fell asleep like that.

…

I had a different wife from him each night. Kgosi noticed on the fourth or fifth night that I liked the younger wives better, so the next night only five, but very young women were waiting in line for my choice. He somehow explained these were not his wives, but they all had heard from Kikuyu, and they all were eager to relive her experience. I didn’t know how to ask if they were virgins too, but I guess they were, because Kgosi made some kind of “clean under” hand sign, as if they had never been used.

To be continued.