Out of Afrika Ch. 09

And now, a drum roll, please!

A fantasy originally created by International writers Julie Van, and Curt B, in conjunction with Wunderboi who joined them for this Chapter 9. In the previous chapter, you were introduced to Mrs Clarissa Johnson, mother-in-law to Janice who married Clarissa's son Herb. This chapter was Wunderboi's first with the group and some of it was published earlier by him. However, in order to provide continuity for our followers, new and old, he has re-edited it and posts it here as aforementioned Chapter 9.

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Clarissa Johnson slipped behind the wheel of her pearl white Mercedes. She had insisted on the most expensive paint option and the car glowed in the early morning sunshine. She smiled to herself, remembering her father's advice many years prior, which was to marry a much older very rich white man of the controlling class of Americans so that she would have a full life of ease and importance. She had pleased her father when she married such a man when she was just 22.

Maxwell Johnson had indeed provided her with everything a girl could ever want, a lovely mansion on the outskirts of Hawksville, a huge pool, a lovely guesthouse which even had a small kitchen, and freedom to live her life as she wished. Maxwell was a good deal older than she was, and in the early years of their marriage had provided her with decent sex which had resulted in her falling pregnant and producing a son and heir, Herbert. She doted on him although she finally had to admit to herself that as he grew older he tended to be more than a little effeminate.

It was one of a very small number of aggravations in her perfect life, that her son was quite unmanly; others were that nobody gave him the respect that was due to him as the scion of her noble family. Indeed, she regarded it as a great disrespect that everyone referred to him almost dismissively as 'Herb' and not by his proper name.

Such was her life at Hawksville and she often reflected that her home town was indeed very small-minded and insular and she longed to live in Los Angeles or New York, cosmopolitan cities that would better reflect her status and self-importance. However, over the years those thoughts had receded completely as she became more and more involved at the Confederacy Country Club and with her other charitable interests.

She had been doted on constantly, bought the best clothes and attended the top private school for girls. She had graduated at the top of her class which qualified her to go to an equally prestigious college where over the following four years she repeated her high school successes.

Her people skills, however, had never developed to match her academic ones and with her self-centred sense of superiority, she struggled to make true friends or forge relationships outside of her close circle of like-minded associates.

Thus it had been a major upset and jolt to her equilibrium when Herbert announced that he was to marry Janice, a girl he had met from outside of their social circle. Even before she had been introduced Clarissa had made up her mind that Janice was the wrong choice and from the start of the relationship she had set her mind against the one who was to become her daughter-in-law.

If she ever regretted the sour relationship with her daughter-in-law then in her mind it was a justified reaction for as time passed it became clear that Janice has no intention of doing her duty and producing any family to maintain the line for another generation.

Clearly, it was no fault of her dear Herb and could only be due to a conscious decision by Janice. (Had Clarissa enquired she would have learned that her dear Herb had an abnormally low sperm count). Also, Janice, it seemed to Clarissa, had completely dominated Herb, so that he no longer kept in touch with his mother, or cared enough to try. To Clarissa, this was short-sighted of him, as her enormous estate someday would be his unless she changed her will, which she was contemplating.

Thinking of Janice had Clarissa upset, and yet in a perverse way also content. She had noticed that Janice dressed more provocatively since she joined that new company in town, Rhino IMEX. What was she trying to do? The progressive company seemed to have been receiving a lot of favourable press recently reporting quite astonishing sales. At the same time, Clarissa was proud that Janice had been promoted to Infrastructure Expansion Manager with Rhino, and she told all her friends at the Confederacy Country Club how important it was for them all to support their own local industry.

Janice had never bothered to give her mother-in-law gifts over the years, so it came as a huge surprise when she gave Clarissa a fancy new, very expensive Rhino phone for her birthday. Clarissa had not yet opened the lovely package. But she had instructed her Investment Manager to obtain shares in the company for her retirement portfolio. The fact that Rhino was owned by a South African group was of little importance to her.

Clarissa loved the CCC as most of the women called it. After all the 'Confederacy' part of the name was somewhat dated. On her father's insistence, she had joined the club as a junior member, had taken lessons from a handsome golf pro, and was quite a good player, with a low handicap by the time of her eighteenth birthday.

Her thoughts went back to the eighteenth birthday party which her parents had hosted in the elegant clubhouse. She vividly remembered sitting beside her father's best friend whom she called 'Uncle' Tom.

He had been around their home and spoiled her with many expensive gifts as she was growing up. 'Uncle' Tom made a point of expressing how beautiful Clarissa was. He presented her with a magnificent diamond necklace which he insisted on putting around her neck, she blushed as his hands caressed her neck and then brushed against her full breasts which were straining at the material of her "little girl" dress that her mother insisted she wear. She felt her nipples harden and dampness appear in her love canal.

She was confused by her sudden attraction to a man who was nearly three times her age. He kept her wine glass topped up and he stroked her arm. She felt all grown up as surely this must be the way all women felt. As his hands wandered, Tom's wife Pamela turned to her other dinner companion and ignored her husband. His act was growing old on Pamela, she was tired of his philandering ways, always with pretty young women and girls. It was new to Clarissa, however, and she shifted in her seat as his hand 'accidentally' landed on her leg.

She was conflicted as she wanted him to stop, and when he lifted his hand off her leg, she wanted it to return, which his hand invariably did, higher underneath her short flared little girl skirt each time. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and her face was flushed.

The musicians started playing and the lights dimmed. Her father asked the birthday girl to dance and he proudly whisked her onto the dance floor in the Club that his grandfather had been one of the founding members. She thought she felt a hardness pushing into her midsection, but dismissed it as her mind playing tricks on her. She noticed her mother beaming with pride as her father kissed her on the mouth, his lips slightly open and she thought she felt his tongue ever so briefly.

She noticed that her mother was squirming under the attentions of Uncle Tom who had clearly turned the charm on the older woman.

Her father then recommended to her that she should be 'very friendly' to Uncle Tom, as he was the incoming President of the Club, and he would be a key member of the committee that reviewed applications for senior memberships. Just then, Uncle Tom cut in on her father, who proudly turned his daughter over to his best friend.

All three of them smiled as Uncle Tom put his arms around her. He pulled her to him, whispering in her ear that he would like to give her a special birthday kiss out on the vacant balcony, which was closed to members to keep the evening chill out where it belonged. His fingers brushed against the lovely necklace once again just barely slipping across her cleavage.

And once again her nipples thickened. He whispered in her ear:

"I love that dress on you, it is stunning, or should I say, you are stunning."

"Oh Uncle Tom, I am glad you like it but I think it makes me look so young and I am eighteen now, after all, My mother insisted I wear it."

"Of course, my darling, and in addition to being 18, you have really matured over these last few months."

"No one would take you for looking younger, in fact, I think every man in the room is now jealous of me having you in my arms." As he said that he kissed her on the mouth. She flushed.

The incoming President had arranged with one of the custodians to leave one door to the lovely balcony unlocked, and he led his gorgeous young eighteen-year-old 'niece' down the hall, and they disappeared outside. Her father watched, apparently very pleased with himself. Tom had arranged for heaters to be turned on and they glowed in the darkness. An open bottle of champagne awaited the teenage girl and her fifty-year-old 'uncle'.

Tom took her in his arms and they kissed. Her mouth opened to his insistent efforts and her head swirled with sexual excitement. Her new diamond necklace glittered in the low light as he ran his tongue across the lovely necklace around her neck. She shivered with arousal. His hands were on her gorgeous ass under her flared little girlie skirt, and his strong fingers probed along the thong in the crack of her ass approaching her dampness. She was aroused beyond belief.

A loud knock came on the door.

It was time to cut her birthday cake.

That night Clarissa had learned an important lesson on how to control powerful men. She would get her own way in future years by offering and providing sexual favours to older men. Flirting came as second nature to her. Uncle Tom would be the first of several lovers she took before, during and after her magnificent wedding celebration.

She snapped back to the present - she was late for her tee time and hurried to the Club.

The impeccable white Mercedes pulled up to the gate of the Club and she slowed to allow the sensor installed under the hood to automatically open it.

As she drove up to the winding driveway she took notice of the outside workers who seemingly were all black men. That was a change. Where did they all come from?

The driveway intersected the two eighteen hole courses, and she never failed to take great pride in the fact that it was her father who had insisted the Club purchase hundreds of acres around the original eighteen holes. The club, as a result, not only owned the property for thirty-six holes but hundreds of acres of unused farmland in addition.

In the intervening years, Club management leased out the unused sections to local farmers, to the great satisfaction of both parties.

Clarissa was on the Greens Committee of the Board of Directors and she did not remember approval being given to hiring more black employees. Not that she minded, after all, in this day and age skin colour did not really matter, and she did have a deep, dark secret which she would never divulge, talk about with anyone, or even permit herself to think about too much.

Clarissa was thrilled when her dalliances with 'Uncle' Tom had led her to be invited to join the Board of the CCC. As President of the Club, he had access to private rooms where he could entertain the young bride. She was a willing participant in satisfying his kinky desires and he confided in her that his wife had banned him from their marital bed.

He was an expert in oral sex and kissed and licked her pussy and even sometimes her anal ring when he was really excited. Clarissa's jewellery collection increased exponentially, which her husband either did not notice or chose not to. After one particularly hot session, she had mentioned to Tom that it was time for a woman to be included on the all-white male Board and she had been a senior member for many years. She suggested that she might tell her father and husband about his interest in her if she was not elected to the Board. It happened the next month.

Years passed and she smiled to herself that Tom at seventy-years-old still gave her expensive jewellery and sought her special company, which she willingly looked after at least once a month, though what that meant was usually a handjob and occasional blowjob when he could get his cock hard. Maxwell, her husband, was not far behind Tom in age and she was looking at age forty herself, though she looked and felt twenty-five.

She met her three playing companions. They had had the same foursome for several years and enjoyed each other's company. The three other women were quite a bit younger than Clarissa, had all married well, and were fun to be with. Sex was often discussed in hushed tones but Clarissa did more listening rather than offering up any of her own secrets.

Anything she could learn about anyone could be used against them at some point and Clarissa was a master of that tactic. After the golf game, she hurriedly showered and put on a sundress for the regular Greens Committee meeting. It showed her womanly figure off beautifully, her full bust with a hint of cleavage would engage the all-male members of the committee, David who was the Chairman, as well as Bill, the General Manager of the Club. Bill was around her age and he was a most efficient manager, The Club had drifted a bit under the Presidency of her uncle as it always seemed Tom was distracted and his mind was other places rather than on CCC business. She made sure she sat right next to Bill who would be a key to her future plans to get promoted within the Board.

She wanted to be the next CCC President, and she would do anything to achieve that goal.

Chair of the Greens Committee was an important role. She had served on the committee and done a lot of the physical inspections, the research on turf management at other clubs and other myriad responsible projects. The committee was also responsible for the huge expenditure of maintenance on the property and buildings, and as such special rental events also were approved by the group on the recommendation of the General Manager.

The position of Chair of the Greens Committee was a key position to obtain so Clarissa hoped to meet with David when the meeting concluded so she could express her interest in taking over from him, as David was rumoured to be throwing his hat in the ring to succeed Tom as Club President. She would also work on Bill to give her that responsibility. When Bill came over to sit beside her she flashed a huge smile and hugged him pressing her breasts into his chest. She loved the all-male makeup of the committee and she turned her considerable charms on each man to do her bidding. Her people skills were vastly improved. She was in full flirt mode and she would, as always, get what she wanted.

Bill sat beside her and put his business materials on the Boardroom table. On the top was a new Rhino phone. She admired it and asked him sweetly if he would help her set her new phone up. They moved quickly through the agenda. His phone was making a low whirring sound. They discussed special event requests to be held in the clubhouse or elsewhere on the property. They quickly approved renting rooms for the Annual meeting of Rhino Enterprises which would require space for 100 or more people and would be held in a few weeks time. Clarissa asked about the new black employees, as there were no black members as far as she knew. Bill reported that Oskar Botha, Head of Rhino Enterprises had applied for membership for himself and a number of his executives who were all black.

Clarissa was feeling a bit light-headed and poured herself a cool glass of lemonade. All of the discussions about black men had set her mind to wandering about her deep dark secret.

She was on several other boards, one of which was an orphanage which she had convinced Maxwell to support financially while she gave her time and expertise. A few years earlier each board member was requested to hire a teenager from the orphanage to mow their lawns and do yard work as a way of getting some spending money in their pockets. She was surprised when Igoro, an African immigrant, had appeared at her front door. He was tall for his age and, as she would learn, very smart as he stood first in his high school class.

As she got to know him she found that he was very handy with machinery and loved to take things apart and fix them, including her computer. She was delighted to have him around for a couple of days a week. Fixing things was not in Maxwell's DNA, and anyway, her husband was always either working late or away on one of his many business trips,

She enjoyed Igoro's company.

He was wise beyond his years and very mature in every way, and she admired his muscular upper body as he worked around her mansion sometimes with his shirt off.

He had turned 18 a few months before.

A few days later, after cutting the grass, she offered him a glass of water. In the kitchen, he mentioned his birthday, and uncharacteristically Clarissa gave him a hug. He put his arms around her and held her while he told her how much he loved being at her house and how much he appreciated everything she did for him.

Clarissa had not had sex for months.

Igoro's words, his arms around her, his handsome face just inches from hers all led to her kissing him passionately, then she felt his hard cock pressing against her midsection. It felt enormous. It must be fully erect. She thought he must be aroused too.

She could not hold back. She was on fire.

She tugged at his shorts and pulled them down, her dainty white hands encircling his big black cock. She had only been with white men; she had only had six inches of lover's cocks in her lifetime. This was different. His athletic prowess, his strength and youthful exuberance had her pussy flooding. She could not stop even if Maxwell walked in on them.

She sank to her knees and worshipped his massive cock, kissing, licking and sucking it as a woman possessed. She had years earlier found Maxwell's porn collection when he was not home which featured black men fucking white girls, and now she knew it to be true, black men had the biggest and best cocks in the world. She took the teenage African to her bed and he entered her and took her in every position. He only required the slightest lessons from the older woman. He came deep in her pussy in torrents and then was hard again in minutes. She lost count of her multiple orgasms.

After he left, she called the orphanage and asked the woman in charge whether it would be possible to rent him living space on her property. She was told that after age 16 the youngsters were permitted to leave any time they liked. Without even asking Maxwell, she called Igoro and offered him free room and board in her Guest House on the huge property. He said he would soon be leaving for University. She wanted him close. She would pay for his university. Maxwell would not even notice the expenditure. Igoro was moving himself in while she was in the meeting.

She willed herself to return to the subject the men were discussing.

They were still droning on about whether to admit black men. Clarissa simply said, "Do you people want to go to court and defend your actions? We do not have an alternative in this day and age in the United States."

They passed the motion to admit full membership to the Rhino executives, and in so doing, to any men or women of any nationality who could meet their requirements, especially paying the initiation and affording the expensive fee structure.

Clarissa wrote a note to the Chairman, David, and got up to use the ladies room. Every male eye in the room followed her, she thrust her breasts out to give them all something special to look at. She delivered the note and was pleased to see David was also ogling her. In the note, she asked to meet him privately after the meeting in the Chapel just down the hall. She was amused by the fact that the club had a Chapel behind an unmarked door. She had seen it on her first tour of the facilities when she joined the Board.