Out of Afrika Ch. 18

An Interracial sex fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi

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Chapter 18

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In the months since Clarissa's stunning rise to power as President of the Confederacy Country Club (known to all as the 'CCC') near Hawksville, much had been accomplished she thought, as she drove home after another positive Board of Directors' meeting. She mentally listed and ticked off her 'achievements' which included the expansion of some of the committees to include more women, young sexy white wives, who came in with great ideas and even more enthusiasm. The social side of the Club had expanded exponentially as a consequence with more and more fun, risque events for members with one of the volunteers even agreeing to be a 'wedding planner.' But, more than that, she had successfully argued and had added two most handsome black male Board members and four women to the once all-white all-male club's leadership. They had just been elected that day and she felt especially pleased with herself at the result of her persuasive arguments to support each of the successful candidates. She drove home in her sparkling white Mercedes convertible smiling to herself and feeling that familiar warmth and dampness between her legs as she thought about the possibilities that the promotions could bring.

On top of all that happy news, she was thrilled that her young black lover, Igoro, had moved into the mansion she shared with her husband Maxwell. Ever the inventive soul. Igoro had enthusiastically taken Maxwell's suggestion that he do so. He selected a guestroom right across the hall from the master bedroom and was busily converting it to his suite.

Maxwell was somewhat surprised that Igoro was moving so close to them, but then, as his wife reminded him, "Darling, it was your idea to have Igoro close to me when you are away so that he can ensure that I am safe, so it would not make much sense to have him upstairs where he could not hear an intruder, now would it? And anyway he can always sleep back in the guesthouse when you are home to protect me!"

Maxwell smiled broadly and said, "Of course, my dear, you are so right. It is a comfort to me to know he is near you when I am gone. He is like our special son, and in fact, occasionally I have heard him call you 'mother!'"

Clarissa blushed, the only time Igoro called her 'mother' was when he was about to cum deep in her womb driving her into an ecstasy of epic proportions with his big black rod of steel. How had her husband heard that she wondered?

Unsaid were any comments about their actual son, Herbert, who lived in another part of town with his wife Janice. Also unspoken was Maxwell's contempt and disappointment in his son and that he was fine with their continuing to be many miles between the effeminate Herbert and his parents.

In contrast to the list of inadequacies of his son that night, the most admirable Igoro had prepared a fine dinner of peppered fillet steaks, roast potatoes and salad for them to which Maxwell supplied wonderful wines. As they cleared their plates of the delicious food Clarissa decided the time was right and mentioned the upcoming 'New Members Party' that was being held at the CCC. She and Maxwell would, of course, be attending, and as Igoro was an incoming new member, he would be invited as well. Drinks and canapés would be served and members would be taken on a special tour of the clubhouse.

Maxwell was impressed and pleased at hearing his wife's enthusiasm for her 'new life' and of her being responsible for such events. He had always been a little concerned that before her elevation to such a prestigious position that her social life had been a little empty and devoid of responsibility and focus. Now, and especially since the young man Igoro had come into their lives, everything seemed to have changed for the better. Certainly, her concentrating on such developments would allow him even freer rein to enjoy himself on his trips away with a clearer conscience.

However, Clarissa didn't tell him everything for she kept the best surprise to herself.

Just after her 'election' as president, she had contacted Pastor Erasmus of The Church of The Black Staff and invited him to become a special advisor to a small committee of the Board empowered to oversee the expansion of the small chapel in the vast clubhouse. Clarissa had reasoned that if the rural setting of the club was to be used for weddings, and perhaps other religious gatherings, that it must have an appropriately large space to hold the various ceremonies. Receptions, dinners and the like were tremendous profit makers for the club, year-round. She had even thought of adding a few bedrooms for visiting guests, but that idea would have to wait for a new financial year as she had committed all of the capital allocations from the current budget to her pet project, the magnificent Chapel.

It had been a few days earlier in her private office at the club when Pastor Erasmus had signed off on his acceptance of the final construction project. He added his signature to the document with his customary flourish and in a flush of gratitude she had hugged him and allowed him to take some sexual liberties with her as he was now in the habit of doing. She did not think about her behaviour as being unfaithful to her wonderful husband, Maxwell, or her young black lover Igoro, she merely loved being with black men who gave her such erotic pleasure.

She reasoned to herself that as he was such a gentle preacher, it was the least she could do as a thank you. He seemed to have a secret power over her which enabled him to control her sexual urges and to also make the encounters fade away quickly after their mutual gratification was achieved. As she knelt before him and sucked his big black cock, she remembered doing the same for her 'Uncle' Tom in the same private office when she was just nineteen years old and he was then President of the Club. "My, how the world changes and yet remains the same," she thought.

However, a change for the better was about to take place for she had just received word that Ms Maggie Miller, a well-respected teacher at Hawksville High School, had booked the whole facility for her upcoming nuptials!

Clarissa was delighted with the news and made a note to herself to get very involved with every aspect of this wedding. She had met the young interracial couple when they had made the booking and if her instincts were correct this wedding promised to give her plenty of pointers as to how to handle and manage such events in the future. It was a perfect beginning for what she was sure would lead to lots of more special events at the Club.

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The school year was coming to an end and Maggie put the final touches on another successful semester as Head of Sex Ed at Hawksville High. As the summer holiday approached she had just a few weeks before her wedding to her black boyfriend Devon. There was much left to organize but she was excited to learn that she and Devon would be the first couple to marry at the CCC, and in the new high tech chapel which folks around town were talking about no end. Pastor Erasmus has accepted their request to officiate and he told them that he would be delighted to marry them. With the venue now confirmed they had been able to send out the invitations and almost all of the 150 guests had responded that they would be attending.

As a class project, she had had her grade twelve girls class design and send out the invitations. She trusted her girls to do the right thing and gave them a free hand. Nothing could go wrong with that plan, could it? Indeed, she was so busy in the weeks before exams she didn't pay much attention to the design but it seemed to be very smart with a black and white theme, black being the dominant colour. Nor did Maggie know but the invites were sent only to her white girlfriends and specifically excluded their husbands or boyfriends. On the other hand, nearly all the men on the invitation list were black. The grade twelve girls thought that is what she meant when she handed the list to Denise, her maid of honour.

Now that exams were over, Maggie could put her feet up and relax. She was happy to have met Devon, her third fiancé who fit her needs perfectly. She allowed herself to reflect upon the other two black men to whom she had been engaged. Both satisfied her sexually but both drew the line when she wanted multiple sex partners outside of their relationships. As a consequence, she ended those relationships.

Maggie loved sex - she could not get enough of it. She loved talking about it, watching porn movies, fantasizing about it, teaching it to her excited students, especially the girls, and finally having sex with whomever she wanted. She smiled to herself, as long as they were black men, older or younger, it didn't matter, as long as they had big cocks and knew how to use them. Devon, bless his heart, was fine with all of that, and often took her to 'black and white' parties where she enjoyed sex with other black men. Sometimes he watched, and occasionally he joined in a threesome to drive her over the edge to mutual satisfaction. She loved him so.

Devon was big and strong and he protected her from ever being hurt but he had a voracious appetite for kinky sex, so they were made for each other. The times when she was having her period, she would encourage Devon to fuck other white women, usually frustrated wives they picked up in bars, and then it was her turn to watch him perform. He loved her back in return.

Maggie remembered the day near the end of term when she spent a whole lesson with the 18-year-old grade 12s on the subject of nymphomania; what it meant; how it started and why it continued unabated. She remembered that as she spoke the classroom got very quiet, the girls' faces were all flushed and excited. Several girls had their fingers underneath their short kilts fingering themselves. Maggie could see their busy fingers beneath the desktops so she got more and more graphic in her descriptions, finishing with a bold statement about black men and their big cocks pleasuring them in their vaginas, their mouths and even their pert little anal openings.

Some of the girls moaned in pleasure. The room was hushed, silent. Every girl wanted sex right then, and Maggie was talking to them about real life, real experiences. Her pussy was soaking wet; she had orgasmed without even being touched.

The bell rang.

The girls left the classroom in complete silence.

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Mrs Miller was returning from another sexy visit with Leila, her new neighbour and now her first lesbian lover. Leila had sweetly taught her all of the 'ins and out' of girl-on-girl excitement. Her big breasts were tingling and the nipples a little sore from the younger woman's mouth; she had brought Mrs Miller to such heights of sexual gratification that a little discomfort was certainly justified and accepted. She suddenly thought of Denise, who, at eighteen was perhaps the sexiest young lady she had ever seen, and it gave her an idea.

That night after dinner Mrs Miller flirted with her husband. They had not had sex for months and she suddenly felt sorry for him. In bed later she reached for him and kissed him hard, dominating him like her girlfriend Leila did with her.

He was taken aback by this sudden change of events but said nothing. He felt her hand slide down inside his pyjama pants and got an immediate erection. He was still speechless when she grasped his cock in her hand and whispered in his ear, "I have not been doing my wifely duties, dear, why don't you start thinking about the lovely Denise and her beautiful big full firm breasts, would you like to take her bra off and suck her nipples while I watch?"

Mr Miller could not believe his ears; was this truly happening?

His cock seemed to grow harder and harder with her talking dirty to him.

She continued with her voice at a conspirational whisper, "Yes, darling, it is fine if you have those feelings for her; I felt her breasts just before you came down the stairs that day and she didn't pull away. Would you like for us to have a threesome with Denise, can you imagine her sucking your cock while I encourage her, and feel her up from behind making her hot and wet for you?"

Mr Miller had never felt his cock so big.

He didn't want her to stop talking.

She didn't disappoint.

"I have been thinking about what my friends told me at Bridge Group. There's a lot of the younger white wives in Hawksville who are taking black lovers, usually younger men with big black cocks they can hardly accommodate in their mouths."

Her husband groaned loudly, the subject of interracial sex was an absolute favourite of his when he searched the web for porn.

"Would you like me to fuck a cute hung black boy while you watched silently from inside our closet?"

She squeezed his cock and stopped her stroking motion, it was a question she wanted to be answered, and she wanted it answered now. His mind was a blur, his cock was on fire. He needed a release; it was throbbing as he had never felt before.

"Well?" Mrs Miller was not a patient woman and he knew she always got her way. He always did what she demanded.

"I guess so", he stammered. His heart pounded in his chest as he squeaked out, "Yes/

"There's a good husband, I knew if I asked sweetly you would allow me the thrill of a special black boyfriend. Just so you know, I have not done anything yet. I am still thinking about it, and it makes me wet every single time I do."

She resumed her stroking, cupping his balls while taking the mushroom cap of his cock in her wet mouth. She had never done that to him before but the significance of the moment was lost for his thoughts were focused on Denise and that he had been given her permission to fuck the gorgeous teenager.

She sucked at the bulbous head and visions swirled through his head and included images of what would occur from the permission he had just given his wife of the freedom to accept a young black cock in her future.

"Oh God, I'm cumming."

Mrs Miller quickly removed her mouth and stroked his slippery hard cock until he exploded all over the bedclothes.

The die had been set.

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Clarissa sat at her dressing table. It was the night of the new members' reception at the Country Club and she was tingling with excitement. As she painted her fingernails a bright red she looked in the mirror and admired herself. Her new lacy half bra provided great comfortable support for her full breasts and also sensational possibilities for deep cleavage. The matching panties were delightful and sheer with lovely lacework over her vulva with her protruding pussy lips disguised. Of course, she could not see 'down there' as the mirror only showed her beautiful reflection staring back at her. Pretty hot for 44 years old she thought with a smile on her perfectly made-up face.

Her husband walked absent-mindedly into the bedroom holding a document which he was reading.

Maxwell had been at home for two long weeks which had been nice but it had been two weeks without having Igoro in her bed satisfying her with his gorgeous big black nineteen-year-old cock and meaty lips which she needed badly.

Maxwell looked up, "Oh, darling, I am so sorry to walk in unannounced, please forgive me."

Clarissa pushed her chest out and stood, waving her hands to dry her fingernails.

"Well, now that you are here Maxwell, what do you think?"

"You are stunning, as usual" he stammered. "The bra is sensational."

She grinned at his reaction, he was such a dear. "I wanted you to pick out the dress I should wear tonight!"

He replied, "The short red dress, all eyes will be on you."

"Exactly what I hoped you'd say. Come here."

She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, her nipples thickened and stood out. God, she was horny but her thoughts weren't on Maxwell.

Maxwell put on an ultra-conservative blue suit as was his fashion and they went downstairs where Igoro waited in his new chinos and the leather jacket she had bought for him. He looked wonderfully modern, a complete contrast to her conservative husband, and just made her want to rip his clothes off and make love to him; he looked so sexy and sensual. She wanted him and she knew that, in turn, as Igoro pointedly looked at her magnificent breasts he wanted her just as much.

Maxwell had arranged for his firm's black Limousine with a chauffeur to take the three of them to the club as he did not want to drive after several glasses of wine. Igoro got in the front and the contented couple slid into the back seat. Clarissa sighed with happiness; this was a night she had been anticipating for months.

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Clarissa welcomed the twenty new members, some with their wives or husbands. She was happy to see such a nice mixture of racial diversity in the group. She first introduced two new members who she had put directly on the Board of Directors, Mr Oskar Botha, the CEO for Rhino Industries in the U.S. and his Retail Manager Ma'Bill.

She noted that Mr Botha had a spectacular young busty blonde on his arm. "Goodness," she thought, "she can't be much older than 19." Then she smiled to herself as she remembered Igoro was also 19, so not to worry.

Then she asked each of the other Board members to stand. She was delighted to have Delores from her golfing group joining the Board. Delores Janes was a 27-year-old new bride who had agreed very enthusiastically with Clarissa's initiative to add black members. Her husband was away that night but kindly sent his regrets.

Clarissa then explained the enhanced Committee structure and announced a new Social Committee which would be primarily in charge of special events such as weddings and the like. Ma'Bill and Delores were named to the new group. Delores happily moved over and shook hands with Ma'Bill who was impressed with the confident white wife who now stood very close to him, brushing her full breasts in her light summer dress against his muscular arm.

Current Board members were then asked to take new golf members under their wing and take tours of the massive clubhouse. The whole group would then convene at the entrance to the Chapel in an hour. Clarissa noted that Ma'Bill now had his arm around the lovely Delores as the Rhino TV hummed in the background.

Later as the groups convened at the door to the newly constructed Chapel, Pastor Erasmus, newly appointed to the lofty title of Bishop Erasmus, welcomed the first visitors to the wonderful new space. Modern stained-glass windows allowed the setting sun to spread its warmth among the visitors whilst in the background the comforting hum of the Rhino sound system spread its message.

Several women, having had a few glasses of wine grouped around the new Bishop and congratulated the handsome black man with kisses and hugs. One white wife asked her husband to hold her glass while she put her arms around the neck of the Bishop, kissing him with her mouth open in a long erotic French kiss. The Bishop's hands went around to cup her ass cheeks while her husband looked on adoringly. He felt privileged that the Bishop had chosen his wife for such intimate attention for since they had become involved with the Church of the Black Staff it had become paramount to get close to their preacher. It was one of the basic rules that the leaders of the church had to be worshipped so he was happy when Bishop Erasmus's hands started to explore his wife's breasts, tweaking her nipples. He was delighted to see her reaction when Erasmus took one of her hands and put it on his black cock.

None of the worshipers thought this was untoward at all; in fact, some young black men dressed in priests robes came forward and led other white wives to the brand new confessionals, for some private discussions.