Rick’s Photo Safari Refocuses on Black Cock

Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The trip, long in the planning, was something both had worked hard to make possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal career as an electrical engineer with a major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his junior, had joined a large cosmetics company after graduating college, and was now a well-paid marketing executive. Both were politically liberal, and devoted to animal rights and conservation causes. Both were drawn to Africa, for its history, geography, and, most of all, its wildlife. Now, at last, the time had come and they were heading for the Atlanta airport to board a flight for Paris, then on to the Congo.

Rick, a product of devout and hardworking middle-class parents, was 5-7 and a soft 140 pounds, with a rather prominent butt. Rick’s pale skin, deep blue eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to label him a “hippie”. Donna, from a similar background and middle-class environment, matched Rick’s height, but was 15 pounds lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was “well maintained”, a regular exerciser and, of course, 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 small, conservative Christian church, but were not public in their expression of their beliefs.

The young pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex life and were deeply in love. If one were to paint a picture of the perfect American couple, it might look very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their hobbies; Donna with her art, realistic pencil drawings and watercolors of flora and fauna, and Rick, digital photography of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very rich in subject matter, and the couple entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and anticipation. The journey was beginning.

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On the first day actually spent in the bush, Rick and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the example of the animals and taking a break. The early morning photo expedition had been successful, and the group was in a celebratory mood. Rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the small stream where the group had stopped for their mid-day break. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of safari leader and guide, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and general gofer, Watsumi, was a small, round, lighter skinned black in his late teens. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were older, in their twenties, muscular, tall and lean, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land Rover, and carrying Rick’s camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photo targets on foot. All three Africans were local to the area of the expedition, the andtheir tribal village was within an hour walk of the safari campsite.

Watsumi quickly brought Rick and Eric their lunch of fresh bread, baked the previous night in the base camp, a selection of native fruits, excellent English cheeses, and a bottle of African red wine. He then retreated to the stream, 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 brief dialogue about what they could expect to see in the bush that afternoon and evening. As he explained, most animals were inactive for varying periods of time during the peak heat of the day, and expended most of their energy in the early morning and early evening periods. While listening, Rick noticed that the three Africans had stripped for the water and headed for a small pool a few yards downstream. “Why don’t you go for a dip with the crew, Rick,” Eric asked. “Good opportunity to get that sweat and grime off you.” Rick nodded, but didn’t answer.

As Haranga and Marshu walked past the two seated white men, Eric poked Rick and asked him if he had noticed the size of the cocks of the two older natives. Rick 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 less.”

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

“What was that about?” Rick asked, as the two disappeared in the thicket. A couple more resounding slaps were heard from the bush, then quiet. Eric said…”well…the older boys are VERY horny, and they like a little relief during their breaks. Watsumi serves the purpose when no females are around, but he’s not always happy about it. The men of their tribe are capable of having sex several times a day if the opportunity presents itself. And they’re not very picky about where they find it.”

“So, is Watsumi gay,” Rick asked. “Is homosexuality present in the same percentages of Native Africans as in American men?” “Not exactly,” Eric replied. “In the case of Watsumi and some of the other ‘camp boys’, the larger, older, more dominant young 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 guess he’s about broken in to his role.”

The three native men had now left the pool and were walking back toward the resting guide and his client. They remained naked, still dripping cool water, Haranga and Marshu’s massive cocks, recently balls deep in Watsumi’s tight ass, swaying side 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 of Rick.

Eric reached out and took Haranga’s big, coal black cock in his right hand. “Look at that beast, Rick! It must weigh 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 kind of African trophies. Has your wife, Donna ever shown any interest?” Rick’s face reddened as he stared at the big black tool in his guide’s hand. But he made no reply to the question.

Then Eric took Rick’s right wrist in his left hand and guided it to the massive black cock, placing it beside his own hand, which was now under Haranga’s cock, holding it straight out, pointed at Rick. Haranga had a smile on his face and was staring intently into Rick’s eyes as the young white man, breathing noticeably more heavily, wrapped his fingers around the cock. “You should see what this beauty looks like when it’s full hard,” Eric chortled. “It would probably measure a full 12 inches. Squeeze it and pump it a bit. Make it grow!”

Obediently, automatically, Rick squeezed the big black rig, his white fingers contrasting nicely against the deep, blue-black of Haranga’s cock. Rick felt the organ begin to respond, pulsing a bit as he stroked. His gaze shifted from the young black man’s broadly grinning countenance and began to focus on the growing thing in his hand. Rick’s vision blurred slightly and he began panting, breathing through his mouth as he worked to make the big cock and its owner gain the release he apparently had failed to get from Watsumi at the pool.

Rick had never had a “gay” thought or impulse in his life, but the big black cock held an incredible fascination for him, and his gaze was transfixed as he stared at the pee hole in the head of Haranga’s cock, which was emerging from its hood as he stroked and the tool continued to grow. Rick’s mouth was open slightly, his lips moist and slack, and without being conscious of his action, he licked his lips repeatedly, moistening them thoroughly.

The young white man barely noticed when the tall black youth placed his big hand on the crown of his head. Haranga’s long fingers nearly engulfed the smaller man’s head, and he began to exert gentle, but steady pressure, moving the young blonde man’s mouth toward this hardening cock. While Rick’s attention was totally on the cock looming ever closer to his slightly open mouth, Haranga was looking at Eric, and the two men were silently chuckling, knowing that the outcome of the encounter was never in doubt.

Rick’s eye’s crossed as he watched, mesmerized, as the head of the lanky youth’s cock touched his lips. Haranga’s left hand sought out his stunned victim’s chin and lower jaw, closing very tightly and exerting downward pressure, opening Rick’s mouth wider…wide enough for the head of Haranga’s cock to slide into its new home, the soft, warm, moist mouth of his latest employer.

The slender young white man’s head felt hot and ready to explode as Haranga’s huge, thick, blue-black cock moved slowly into his mouth through his pried-open jaws. With about six inches of penetration, the cock head bumped against Rick’s throat opening and stopped as the victim tried to free himself from the impaling invader. Rick coughed and gagged, but Haranga held the smaller man’s head firmly in place on his cock. Using his tribal language, the tall, muscular black man spoke a few words, and Eric translated. “Haranga says relax your throat muscles, don’t fight the cock. and SUCK! keep your lips tight on the shaft and SUCK! Breathe through your nose.”

“Better 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 choking, gagging, amateur photographer, Haranga spoke reasonably good English and was, in part, receiving instructions from the safari guide, his boss. Keeping his cock embedded in his victim’s stretched mouth, Haranga pulled Rick from his seat on the fallen tree with the hold on the smaller man’s head. Rick was dragged a few feet from the trunk, coming to rest on his knees on the rough high desert floor. Rick clutched at his captor’s naked black thighs to help steady himself, and began to tentatively suck Haranga’s monster cock while the safari employee pumped slowly in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth.

After several minutes of pleasure inducing attention for its owner, and, Rick as well, both men began groaning and grunting with pleasure and exertion. The white man struggled to keep his mouth open wide enough to accommodate 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 suck harder and take him deeper into your throat. He will keep pushing until you can lick 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 suck harder. If you do a good job, you can have more.” Rick, red faced and now breathing harder, noticed for the first time the erect condition of his five-inch dick.

With that, Haranga began to facefuck the blonde young white man with more authority, his hard black cock slamming through Rick’s stretched lips into his pale white face. The veins on Haranga’s big black cock were beginning to pulse and throb, and the sensation stirred in Rick a desire to please the huge tool filling his mouth and throat. Eric smiled at the sight, and noted that Rick now had both arms wrapped around his tormentor’s legs and was stroking the man’s prominent black buttocks and making little clucking and gurgling noises while his mouth and throat became the new home for Haranga’s thick black instrument of destruction. Rick failed to notice that his head was no longer pinned in place, nor did it need to be, as he tried harder and harder to swallow the length of the cock he was working. Rick was now oblivious to the audience watching him work to give pleasure to Harranga…and to himself.

Finally, after an eternity that Eric measured at 13 minutes, Rick’s nose found Haranga’s pubic bush, and his small, pink tongue slid out under the big black cock to lick the big balls holding the cum he now desperately wanted. And that was all it took for Haranga to finish the episode, cumming deep in Rick’s throat as his cock throbbed and constricted. As the tall, dominant 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 shorts against his trembling right leg. The blonde man, hopelessly confused by what had just happened, continued to cling to his sperm donor’s long black legs, stroking his big, firm black ass and making small gurgling noises around the slightly shrunken, softening cock.

Then, in a sudden move, Haranga again grasped Rick’s head in both hands, and literally ripped him off his cock. The tall black youth’s right hand moved away, then came whipping back like a cobra strike, slamming, open palm, into his cocksucker’s face. The force of the blow knocked Rick over into the sand and left him dazed, and defensive, with a huge red blotch forming on his left cheek where the blow had landed. Haranga,stood over the fallen photographer, glaring, spat in the blonde man’s face, and, in clear, loud English, said, “WHITE BITCH! COCKSUCKER!” And walked away, muttering in his tribal tongue, toward the pool where the black men had taken their after lunch swim.

Rick rolled over and sat up, his left hand moving reflexively to his inflamed left cheek. He looked up at Eric, confused and embarrassed, tears forming in his eyes. “Better go after him,” Eric said emphatically. “If he’s angry enough to leave the others will go with him. They’re a tight group. “I’ll go with you. C’mon.” He helped Rick to his feet, and the two white men followed the lanky black youth to the pool. Rick’s eyes were a bit glazed, and he coughed and choked, stumbling several 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 cock messed up your throat, my boy. I’ve seen that happen before. Don’t worry, your voice will come back. I’m amazed that you were able to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually large throat opening. Most people can handle only six inches or so before they start waving their arms 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 words to Eric. Rick was still having difficulty coaxing sounds from his abused throat, but his guide got the idea, and interpreted. “Haranga is upset. He says you bit his cock several times. He’s not sure he still wants to work for you. I know that thick black monster is a mouthful, but you need to really stretch those jaws and keep your lips tight against his meat when he takes you again.”

“Ttttaakkess mmme again!” Rick managed, “I won’t dddoo that again! That bastard nigger works for us!” Eric broke in…”Careful 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 safari is DONE! And, judging by your actions you were’t putting up any resistance after Haranga’s big black cock found a home in your throat. I think you were enjoying being his cocksucker.

“No,” Rick insisted, “he forced me, and he’s too big and powerful for me to fight. Why didn’t you help me when you saw what was happening?” Eric chuckled, “That was between you and Haranga. You moved right in on that black meat when he waved it in your face. Many white men do.” Rick looked amazed. “You are saying that Haranga does this with other safari guests as well? Makes them suck his filthy black cock?”

Eric laughed, locking his gaze on the smaller man. “Sure. It seems that many white men find black cocks irresistible. It’s a combination of package size, attitude, and surplus hormones. Something about a primitive man with a big black cock makes over half of the white men on my trips in the bush spend a lot of time on their knees…or on their backs.”

Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder, and whispering into the guide’s ear, speaking in his native tongue. Eric nodded affirmation, then turned back to his apprehensive guest. “Haranga wants you to swim with him Naked. He wants to see if you have the ‘white man’s cock. It would be best if you strip down and get in the stream with him. He is interested in you, and, except for the biting, thinks you might have 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 black man seized him by his right arm and the seat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the cool water. Haranga followed Rick into the stream, forcibly preventing him from leaving.

The strong black man clasped his slender young white “boss” from behind, Holding the left arm in his left hand, Haranga placed his massive right hand on Rick’s right shoulder, digging his long fingers into the muscle of the smaller white man’s shoulder, below his collarbone. His right thumb pressed against the back of his captive’s neck, putting pressure on the vertebra. The huge black hand squeezed like an Anaconda, driving the fingers into Ricks flesh while the thumb put heavy pressure on nerves in the spinal column. The pain was excruciating, and Rick screamed. And screamed again. But Haranga just applied more pressure. The slender young white man, feeling faint from the shock of the pain, struggled, moaning, trying to escape the ever tightening grip on his shoulder.

Haranga eased the pressure on his white victim, and Rick’s body sagged until he was on his knees in the sand. Eric told Rick he’d better strip and join the black man in the pool if he wanted to keep his support team in place. Fearful of more pain, Rick complied, removing his shirt, then, reluctantly, his safari shorts and underwear. With his large hand still gripping Rick’s shoulder, Haranga helped him stand so he could slip out of the clothing, then Rick bent and removed his knee socks and shoes. In English, Harranga noted that Rick had “a nice body, big white ass _ for a white man. Verypale white skin.” Haranga then led him the few steps to the pool and the pair entered the water. When the pair were knee-deep in the pool, Haranga’s steely black fingers again dug into Rick’s tender white flesh and the man held back a scream. Haranga’s free hand reached down and took a firm grip on Rick’s cock, soft, and about five inches in length. The tall black man laughed, and squeezed the small white package, smiling at his countrymen watching nearby on the opposite bank of the stream. He then slipped into the water, dragging Rick with him.

Haranga quickly crossed the small pool to the opposite side, which featured a three-foot-high sheer bank cut into the red clay. Still holding Rick’s shoulder in his tight grip, Haranga dragged the small white man to the cutbank, picked him up, flipped him over, and put the young white husband on the bank, on his back, with his blonde head hanging over the edge of the cut. Rick struggled to right himself, but was restrained by the tall young black man’s vice-like grip. Eric, who was following the action, spoke up: “It’s OK, Rick, he’s going to tilt your head back so he can get a better alignment between your mouth and throat. More of a straight shot, so to speak. Won’t hurt your throat so much and will make 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 point, Rick was on his back, cock high to the big black man, with his mouth open slightly as he struggled to complain. Haranga took Rick’s long blonde hair in his left hand, jerked his head down over edge of the cut, popped the pinned safari customer’s mouth wide open with his right hand, having released his grip on the shoulder, and slid the pointed head of his long black cock into his captive’s mouth. Rick’s complaint was cut off in mid-syllable,as Haranga pushed deeper the white man’s mouth, the head of his powerful instrument of white destruction poised at his victim’s throat. And then he stopped. And yelled something at Rick in his native dialect. Eric, interpreted; “Suck it hard, white boy. suck it hard.”

Eric took a seat on the cutbank to watch the show.The other two tribesmen squatted a few feet away, grinning and exchanging short comments. Haranga, just let his cock rest in Rick’s warm, moist mouth, and the young white man began working with due diligence, using his lips, cheeks and tongue to please the black cock attached to the tall black man towering over him. Rick reached out above his pulled down head, grasping his black tormentor’s buttocks and stroking and pulling, pulling the pulsating cock a bit deeper. Rick could feel the pulsations, the throbbing of the large veins that recorded each beat of Haranga’s heart to Rick’s mouth. Rick felt his own manhood (boyhood?) begin to grow a bit, stretching toward it’s maximum five inches. 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 large young black man. Rick worked even harder on the black cock filling his mouth, and he was very careful to avoid any hint of biting.

Rick’s loins continued to smoulder as Haranga slowly rotated his hips, moving his big black cock around in the white man’s fiercely sucking mouth. The combination of rotation and pulsation was driving Rick wild, and he began to hump his lower body off the soil in a fucking motion. After a few thrusts, he heard a loud slap and felt [ain throughout his groin as the black man’s open palm slammed down on his exposed 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 Rick’s now eagerly compliant mouth. Added to the rotation and pulsation, the movement was driving the young white photographer to a frenzy. Rick chanced a couple more upward thrusts with his pelvis, and was rewarded with an even harder blow that brought instant agony to his groin. He tried to scream, but nothing could get past that huge cock that filled his mouth and was pumping in and out of his throat.

Rick could feel every beat of his captor’s heart as the mighty black cock used his mouth and throat to satisfy his savage urges. Rick moaned and his body tried to writhe in an autonomic response to the friction and pressure of Haranga’s cock. The black instrument plunged further into his throat as Haranga, fingertips on the white man’s throat, felt the rise and fall as the cock invaded, then retreated, invaded, retreated. Rick’s little white dick was now hard as a rock and the young husband was nearly out of his mind, in a sexual frenzy, with the pain and pleasure being inflicted on him. He gasped for breath as his throat was blocked, breathing through his nose, sucking in gulps of air when the black monster exited his throat.

Haranga nodded his head at the two natives, and they, on command, rose and took positions beside Rick’s tortured body. The black master continued his thrusting, going harder and deeper, smiling as his fingers on Rick’s throat sent back reports of his cock’s progress. Almost there, he noted. Marshu took Rick’s nipples, now extended and hardened, between his fingers and began to massage, twist and pull them, quickly increasing the intensity of his ministrations, soon inflicting considerable pain. Watsumi had taken a position at Rick’s crotch and began working the white man’s hard little tool with his lips and tongue. Rick moaned with pain and pleasure as Haranga’s drove his beautiful black cock deeper. Finally, the young safari customer felt the cock withdraw until the head was barely enclosed within his desperately sucking mouth…then plunge swiftly into the depths of his throat as Haranga drove it home with finality.

Haranga stopped at the bottom of his stroke, his large black ball sac resting on Rick’s nose and forehead and his public hair pressed on the white man’s chin. Haranga grunted as his cock exploded and shot a stream of cum, multiple bursts, into his victim’s belly. Rick, stimulated by Watsumi’s ministrations to his little tool, came harder than he ever had before. Coordinating with the others, Marshu gave one last twist and tug to Rick’s nipples, nearly ripping them from the white man’s chest. After what seemed an interminable delay, Haranga slowly withdrew his slightly softened monster from it’s temporary host, and Rick, his eyes leaking tears and on the brink of being asphyxiated, sucked in a huge gulp of air and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm. Rick followed the cock with his mouth as it withdrew, his body rebelling at the loss of the huge black organ which had taught him an important lesson about his sexuality. Finally, Haranga, laughing, pushed his questing mouth away.

The three native men quickly left the scene, walking back to the lunch area and chatting among themselves. Eric, still beside his employer, helped the stricken young white man first sit, then stand, shakily, before beginning to dress. “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 keep his people here for the rest of your stay. Now, let’s go get some pictures and then head back to camp and your pretty young 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 adventure, having filmed Haranga having his way with Rick’s body. It wasn’t exactly what he needed, but that would come. Eric smiled at the thought.

The afternoon, though shortened by the lunch break recreation, was productive. Rick got some excellent photos of a pair of lionesses and a cub stalking, and ultimately downing a young buffalo calf. He was very fortunate to be able to capture the encounter, including the calf’s mother trying desperately to drive off the pair of fierce females. There were a few other interesting photo ops, but nothing else outstanding.

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

Day two of the safari was a washout. A huge electrical storm rolled over the group’s camp just after sunup, accompanied by a downpour that settled into a steady, all-day drizzle. Eric’s decision to wait out the rain in their tents was welcomed by all hands. Donna and Rick spent the morning with Eric, immersed in stories and photos of the area’s flora and fauna, learning more about the plants and animals Rick would pursue and photograph, and Donna would capture on canvas.

Shortly after a cold lunch served by the camp crew, Eric appeared at the entrance 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 Rick that he had promised to help the three main porters with their English . Haranga, especially, Eric told the couple, was eager to learn the language and customs since the vast majority of their safari clients spoke the language.

“Come in, won’t you,” Donna invited Eric and Haranga. “Get out of the wet and have some coffee. I just made a fresh pot for Rick and I.” Eric accepted, but Haranga stayed outside, and, after a short conversation with his boss, showed obvious displeasure. “Better go with him, Rick,” Eric urged. “He’s eager to get the learning process started.” Rick, muttered a demurral. but with Donna’s urging, put on his yellow slicker and headed toward the tent exit. Eric, meanwhile, occupied himself with coffee and began talking with Donna about the drawings the young woman had on a couple of easels in the back of their roomy tent.

Haranga, dripping wet in the light rain, took Rick’s wrist and led him toward the large tent he shared with submissive Watsumi and the quiet, withdrawn Marshu. Once inside the tent, Rick removed his glistening slicker and Haranga stripped out of his wet shorts and T-shirt. Haranga, using the hated English, ordered Rick to strip. The white photographer hesitated a bit too long, earning another vicious slap from the black worker. Rick stripped, quickly complying, and Haranga turned the slender white man slowly, for the viewing pleasure of his tentmates. The Africans were impressed with Rick’s firm, plump, perfect, white bubble butt, and his tiny white dick. Standing completely naked in front of Rick, his big black cock swaying slightly, the tall black man grasped Rick’s shoulder with his right hand and began applying downward pressure. Haranga gradually increased the force he was applying, tightening his grip as he did so. Rick’s knees buckled, slightly, then further, and he was quickly on his knees, staring at the mesmerizing black cock swinging before him like an overgrown metronome.

Neither Rick nor Haranga spoke, as the young white man continued to keep his gaze locked on the black man’s cock, swaying before his eyes. The silence, and Rick’s trance were shattered by a loud, vicious slap as Haranga’s huge black hand slammed, open palm, into Rick’s right cheek. The smaller white photographer’s head was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now watery eyes, was clouded. Then the second blow landed as the back of the black man’s hand contacted Rick’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 teacher, and the lesson was Black Cock 101. Hesitantly, Rick took the big black beast in his right hand, raised the tip to his mouth, tenderly kissing the hooded head before he began to lick the monster. moistening the head before he opened his mouth and took in the first couple inches. Rick inched his lips 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! Licking, sucking and moaning with the effort, Rick applied himself to the day’s lesson, while his stern teacher towered above him, open hand poised for another strike. In the background, 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 tool moistened, Rick began to bob his head up and down, stretching his mouth as far as possible, but keeping his lips locked in a tight grip, while sucking and licking vigorously. Haranga began to respond to the smaller white man’s ministrations to his now fully engorged cock. The vein along the bottom of the long, black monster was flexing and throbbing, delivering sensations to Rick’s tongue. The white man servicing, now worshiping, Haranga’s black cock, was sexually aroused as well. His little white dick was pushing against his underwear, having grown to its full five inches.

Now giving little moans of pleasure as his tongue and eager mouth fed the sensations to his brain’s pleasure center, Rick was focused on one thing, making the big black cock and its taciturn owner happy. Suddenly, the powerful black man seized a handful of Rick’s blonde hair and pulled him roughly off his wet cock. Haranga pushed the slender white man down on the tent floor and rolled him over onto his stomach, with his big, gleaming white ass prominently pointed toward the roof. Coating his thumb with a substance from a small container near his cot, Haranga began working his impressively large digit into the white man’s ass. Rick began to writhe and struggle, but the strong black youth wrapped his left hand around the back of his soon-to-be lover’s slender neck, applied pressure, and the force and pain caused Rick to cease his escape attempt.

Satisfied with his preparation of his victim’s anal orifice, Haranga used to right hand to align his massive cock with its target, and began to apply force to gain entry. Rick grunted with pain, from the new source stretching his sphincter and the powerful hand squeezing his neck and pushing his face into the canvas floor. Rick let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga’s thick cock gained entry, and his black assailant quickly moved his huge hand from the white man’s neck to his face, covering his mouth and choking off further screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned white man’s asshole. Haranga’s goal was to give his white victim a fucking that would leave him addicted, not to punish him, so he halted the penetration and let the helpless white man’s body adjust to the now rock hard cock inside him.

After a few minutes, when Rick’s squirming body had begun to relax, the tall, powerful black man slowly pushed his cock deeper into its tight entryway, stopping again when his balls were resting on Rick’s sack. After another short break, Haranga began to fuck the white man, very slowly and with short strokes. The intense pain Rick had felt during the early stages 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 back, releasing the grip on his face and mouth. The captured white man began to pant and moan softly as Haranga quickened his pace and lengthened his stroke, withdrawing his pulsing black tool until only the head remained in Rick’s body, then thrusting in until his balls slapped against Rick’s inviting ass.

The feelings, the complete domination by the African fucking him, the loss of control ovehis actions and emotions, hit Rick hard. His body began to quiver and shake and he felt another strong sensation 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 work. Sticking his head through the flap, Marshu spoke softly in his native tongue to the safari guide. Eric nodded, then turning back to Rick’s wife, said “Donna, there’s something I have to show you. Please come with me.” Slipping into their rain gear, the pair left the tent and Eric led the way to the porters’ shelter. Stepping through the flap, Donna was immediately confronted with the sight of her mate, naked on his back on the tent floor, with the lanky, muscular Haranga mounted and fucking the white photographer in full missionary position. Rick, in the throes of yet another orgasm, had his arms and legs wrapped around his new master and was moaning and crying out as the sensations of the cock moving in his body hit him harder and harder. Completely oblivious to the presence of his shocked 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 young wife, guiding her out of the tent and away from the nightmare scene. He led Donna, stumbling slightly to his tent, where he helped her to a chair, and offered her some tea. Sobbing now, and screaming, she asked Eric to stop what was happening nearby. “Please, do SOMETHING. Don’t let that nigger do those horrible things to my husband. Radio for the police!” “Sorry, Donna, but there are no police. 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 doesn’t want done. Like many white men, especially those with small equipment, such as your husband, Rick was immediately drawn to the huge black cocks of our workers when they took their midday swim. He seemed mesmerized by Haranga’s big meat, and began to worship it with his sweet little mouth as soon as it was offered. It was only a matter of time until Haranga had that big cock buried in your husband’s ass and was making him moan and wiggle and orgasm like the little bitch he now realizes that he is. I should tell you that similar things have happened to several of the white male safari guests on my trips, although most resisted the impulse longer than your little man did.”

Eric, meanwhile, had brewed a pot of tea, and after adding a local 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 believe that Rick wasn’t being held and taken against his will by the three Africans. Rick, in the tent next door, was calling out loudly and cumming yet again. Haranga had the slender white man spreadeagled, and had leaned forward, his face directly over Rick’s, he continued to fuck the helpless white man with full strokes of his thick tool, which he expertly for maximum contact with his lover’s sensitive “G spot”, his prostate. Like a black snake hypnotizing its victim, Haranga stared directly into Rick’s wide open blue eyes, and slowly lowered his face until his full lips touched the white man’s slightly open mouth in a kiss of sexual enslavement. Their tongues met, the black man’s long tongue driving into the willing mouth beneath him, and soon, Rick came again, an enormous eruption of emotion, that left him spent and limp. Haranga withdrew his cock, and moved up the shaking white body beneath him, placing the head of his still hard tool on Rick’s lips. His used body still quivering, the white man’s mouth opened to unquestioningly accept the slimy cock and he worked it with lips and tongue until he was rewarded with a mouthful of the precious liquid he had come to need. Then nothing. He passed out.

In the guide’s quarters, Donna had regained her composure, but after a second cup of Eric’s “enhanced” tea, she was feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. At Eric’s suggestion, she agreed to rest, and rose, unsteadily, preparing to leave. “You’re tired and upset, Donna, why not rest here for a bit. We can sort out what’s happening with your husband 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 woman remove her jacket, 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 front of her, stripped to the skin, his thick, 8-inch dark white cock dangling in front of her at eye level.

This would, as it was developing, prove to be a most memorable photo safari for the young couple. Unforgettable, on many levels!

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