African Experiment

Two vans rumbled down a rocky, unpaved road in rural Uganda. Large clouds of dust billowed up over short trees, yellow grass, and scraggly shrubs. The first van was carrying six college students, and their professor was riding in the second van. They were all on their way to a small, rural, nameless village where they planned to spend the next month doing field research.

As the vans got closer to the village, the college students talked amongst themselves. “I can’t believe we are actually here!” Stacy said excitedly. Her appearance fit her name perfectly. Her round breasts and blonde ponytail jostled around as the van went over a large rock. She turned and looked at Jennifer with her large blue eyes.

“I know, right! My parents didn’t want me to come, but I was like, ‘Mom! Dad! Stacy will be there, and our professor is coming too!’” Jennifer wasn’t as developed as Stacy, but she was still an attractive young woman. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun, and she already had a little bit of a tan even though they hadn’t been in Africa for that long.

In addition to the two girls, there were four boys. “My parents didn’t like the idea of me going to Africa either,” Kyle chimed in. Kyle was a classic nerd straight out of an 80’s movie. He was thin, with glasses, brown hair, and brown eyes.

There was another large bump in the road, and everyone jumped in their seats. “I just can’t wait for this stupid car ride to be over!” Kyle complained. He was the youngest of the bunch. A slim 19 year old with just a hit of muscle.

“It’s like a rollercoaster. Just go with it,” Brian tried to reassure him. He was a senior and looked more mature than the other boys. He clearly worked out and his brown hair curly hair bounced around in the van.

Finally, the van began to slow down. “I think we’re here!” Tony said excitedly. He was the palest of all the students, with black hair and green eyes, and unlike Jennifer he didn’t tan.

The van came to a shaky stop, and the six white youths got out as fast as they could. No one wanted to spend more time in that rickety old thing. They looked around and were confronted with a scene lifted directly from National Geographic. A scattering of mud and wooden huts lay before them. A few newer, more modern homes were mixed in as well. People walked back and forth around the village, going about their days. It became immediately obvious the locals were comfortable with nudity, as they were all rather scantily clad.

Tony elbowed Kyle, nodding towards a group of women, all topless, sitting in a circle. “I think I’m going to like it here.” Kyle, annoyed, elbowed Tony back and nodded towards three men walking their way. They were all tall, extremely black, and barely wearing any clothing. Only loose loin clothes hung around their waists, but the tattered fabric did little to hide their huge, black cocks. “I didn’t think you’ll like it here,” Kyle whispered.

“Hello!” someone shouted from behind the six students, followed by a greeting in Swahili. It was the students’ professor, Dr. Smith, coming from the second van. The three locals said something back in Swahili before bowing slightly towards Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith bowed back, then the three men turned to the students and bowed slightly.

The six white youths all looked at each other, confused. “They are welcoming us to the village. You should bow back,” Dr. Smith encouraged. So, the six of them all leaned forward slightly as a polite gesture. Then they turned to look at Dr. Smith.

He was an impressive African American man. Tall and dark, but not as dark as the African locals. His head was shaved, which complimented his muscular build. He was taller than each of the six white students. He smiled down at them, exposing his beautiful white teeth.

“Alright, so Stacy and Jennifer, these men are going to give you a tour of the village. Boys, you can go get the luggage and take it to where you’ll be sleeping. I need to go talk to the village chief.”

“Sure,” everyone mumbled.