Out of Afrika Ch. 18

Bishop Erasmus asked the attendees to sit anywhere they liked while the woman completed her kissing and sucking off his cock with an explosion of cum in her mouth.

Her husband watched incredulously as she swallowed every drop. He was so proud of her. The first white woman to have that honour in the new Chapel.

Ma'Bill escorted Delores down the aisle as she told him, "It was just two months ago when I walked down the aisle and married my husband, and now I am here with a lovely black man whom I just met several hours ago!" Her timing was off as the Rhino high tech convinced her it was many hours when it had been less than one.

Unseen by the other guests, Ma'Bill put his hand up under the pretty summer frock she had bought at the Rhino store and inserted a finger in her soaking wet vagina. She moved slightly to give him better access and she smiled and said in a slightly robotic manner, "That's better than my husband can do... oooh, that feels so good, oooh don't stop. Clarissa told me black men are far superior lovers than whites and I didn't believe her...now I do. When this is over please take me home and fuck me in your bed, I want it so badly!"

Clarissa stood in the back of the Chapel about to accompany the newly minted Bishop to the front for his address to the visitors. As they walked arm in arm to the front she whispered to him that she thought the main aisle was quite narrow.

He replied, squeezing her hand, "Yes my dear, that was done on purpose, we want the worshippers to be close to the clergy, and for weddings, for the bride to be touched by many hands-on her way to the front to be made a wife. The 'laying on' of the hands from friends and strangers alike represents that she must be available to spread her legs and her goodwill to the members of the Church of the Black Staff when asked. We must have and encourage a loving congregation with black men with the white wives of their fellow parishioners, and of course, we cannot leave out our loyal black wives who can entertain white husbands to make us conversant with the modern sexual congregation."

As if by magic, as they approached Oskar Botha's pew, he turned from his young white girlfriend to embrace Clarissa, ostensibly to thank her for making him a Director of the prestigious club. His hands caressed her big breasts as he kissed her mouth; she accepted his fondling while noting Oskar's young friend had her hand on his big cock.

Clarissa was not entirely sure what Bishop Erasmus meant but as they sat together on the plush high backed chairs at the front she felt his hand snake up her legs. She parted them to allow him her wet pussy as she watched events unfold with hazy, clouded eyes.

The Bishop stood to speak and all the women in the front pews had an unfettered view of his erection standing strong against the purple frock signifying his elevation to Bishop.

He spoke about the upcoming wedding in the Miller family, being the, "first to be held in the newly consecrated Chapel at the Confederacy Country Club," and as an "Interracial marriage between a white woman and a black man," it would, "mark a new beginning of racial harmony in the town of Hawksville." At that point he paused. There was stirring in the church, the congregation waited on his next words.

"Our President Mrs Johnson here, who is a pillar of the Church of the Black Staff, a true example of a woman who has a deep understanding of the love between races, has confided in me that Ms Miller's wedding needs volunteers to help with the details of making it a success. This wonderful Golf Club does not, as yet, have enough social staff to help the Miller family, and so we are asking for this congregation to help us, we would like many young white wives to help us make it a wonderful event."

At that point, Oskar Botha stood and addressed the group, "Rhino's famous clothing store will provide, a dress free of charge for each of the volunteers. If you would just provide Ma'Bill, our Retail Manager, with your dress size he will have the dresses laid aside and you can visit at your convenience and select your choice, and I stress it is a permanent gift."

He asked Ma'Bill to stand. He did so and the young wives were impressed with his hard cock straining at the front of his pants, with Delores's hand holding him firmly.

A buzz enveloped the crowd and first one, then another and another of the pretty young women approached Ma'Bill and he asked them individually for their bra size, their measurements and, of course, their names, and if they were married.

What Oskar did not mention was the store had over-ordered the inventory of 'slave dresses' and each of the young volunteers would be wearing the same dress. This was Ingrid's idea and as he sat down he happily squeezed her leg expressing his thanks.

Bishop Erasmus expressed the thanks of all concerned but especially the two new Board members: Mr Botha and Ma'Bill who did not have a surname.

Clarissa watched this with growing agitation. She needed sex. She had been horny getting dressed, she had not had an orgasm for two weeks. Now she was on fire. The reception, tour and the opening Chapel service were all over, she had to think of a way to have Igoro between her legs pounding his huge cock into her, and she didn't care that her husband was home, she would think of something.

Fortunately, with Igoro's help, she was able to navigate Maxwell, who had had far too much wine, out the door and into the front seat of the limo. The driver helped him buckle his seatbelt and her husband immediately fell asleep. She got into the back seat happily noting that Igoro's eyes never left her generous cleavage. The red dress had been a brilliant choice, she thought. Every man in the room had mentally undressed her. She loved showing off her breasts.

She remembered Oskar's hands wandering on her and she turned to Igoro. He leaned over to kiss her but she worried about the driver noticing so she gently whispered, "Wait, darling I want you to stay in the house with me tonight, I am feeling rather nervous, and I need you close by."

He grinned widely, his pure white perfect teeth shining in the darkness of the back seat.

They held hands.

He fingered her wedding rings, which he knew she loved him doing.

He whispered back, "Yes, mother, don't worry, I will look after you."

Her heart was pounding, he had never used those words except for in the final throes of sexual frenzy. She was soaking wet.

Igoro half lifted, half carried Maxwell up the stairs and helped Clarissa get her husband's suit off. She put a tiny sleeping pill in with her husband's normal evening medication and held his head as he sipped the glass of water.

Leaving his boxer shorts on they tucked him into bed and he immediately drifted into sleep. Maxwell's eyes fluttered open for a second and he thought he saw Igoro unzipping his wife's pretty red dress from behind her. His final thought was how wonderful, kind and caring the young black man was with his precious wife.

Clarissa gave her husband a kiss and Igoro disappeared saying loudly, "Goodnight."

He quickly went across the hall, stripped off his clothes and had a shower.

She sat in the semi-darkness at her dressing table and removed her bra. Her nipples were thick and sensitive, she took off her wet panties and then went into her dressing room and got the sheer, frilly pink baby top edged with white lace.

She waited for the inevitable snoring to start signifying she had several hours of freedom. She left on tiny light on in the bathroom, pulled down the bedclothes on her side of the bed and ruffled the pillows to make it look like she had slept there.

Finally, the snoring started.

She padded across the hall, leaving Maxwell's door open in case he called or needed her. Clarissa, as always, had thought of everything.

She entered Igoro's room. The bedside light was on. He was stark naked, lying on his back, legs wide open, his hands folded beneath the back of his head and his eleven-inch thick hard erect black heavily veined cock was standing straight up.

Time seemed to stand still.

He reached for the light.

She asked him to leave it on.

She stood at the bottom of the bed and stared at his cock as it twitched in anticipation.

He waited. He wanted her to take the lead.

This was the first time they would make love with her husband just twenty feet from them.

She ran her fingernails up the inside of his shins. She smiled not saying a word.

She gently crawled on her knees between his muscular legs; her perfectly manicured hands lay flat on the top of his thighs, her wedding rings glinting in the low light. Her thumbs explored his scrotum and ticked his big balls. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. Her nipples were like tiny towers thick with arousal and looked incredible in the sexy sheer baby-doll top. She leaned in and stopped her mouth an inch from his erection. Looking up at him with lidded eyes she was teasing him. She blew a long breath on his cockhead. Her mouth was watering almost out of control. She kissed the cockhead lightly without opening her mouth. She was driving him crazy with lust. She kissed, paying homage to his twitching teenage cock, up to one side and down the other.

Finally, she opened her mouth and let the saliva coat his black member. She did not even for a minute think of him as a teenager, though he technically was one for a few more months. He was so mature he acted like he was in his mid-thirties. He reached down and pulled her towards him. She put her hands on both sides of his face - she loved the contrast of his very black African skin to her pure white elegant hands. His mouth opened for her lovely long deep french kisses. It was the ultimate intimacy. She reached down and helped him put his cockhead in her sopping wet pussy, three inches, six inches and then easily past where her husband sometimes penetrated, stretching her as he had done for many months, providing her with orgasm after orgasm as she tried her best not to scream with pleasure.

She mustn't wake her darling husband.

Igoro was insatiable.

He rolled her over and traditionally mounted her screwing his hips and driving his cock further inside her where it seemed to expand its girth even more. He called her 'mother' as she clenched her cunny together hard and orgasmed again. He came inside her with a great rush, and he did not stop. His incredible level of youthful enthusiasm and power of concentration drove her over the edge time and time again until covered in sweat they collapsed in each other's arms kissing and hugging and expressing their love for each other.

Maxwell hadn't heard a sound.

******

Finally, it was Maggie's big day. A round of pre-wedding parties had been held.

A very raucous bachelor party was held in the Gentleman's Club at Rhino Towers for Devon. He had reluctantly invited Mr Miller to attend and the old man almost immediately disappeared in the cavernous club with a hostess named Lucy and wasn't seen again for several hours. Devon's friends, almost all black like him, revelled in the company of many white wives who were hired to provide enjoyment, which they did with great enthusiasm.

These were some of the same ladies who had accepted the offer to work his wedding at the Country Club.

It was all rather confusing to poor Devon who was not blessed with the greatest intellect, though he more than made up for that with his ability to give Maggie the sexual freedom she craved, as well as giving her as much hard cock as she desired, or so he thought.

On this particular night, poor Devon had been easily coerced into drinking too much, which clouded his judgment even more than normal.

So it was he found himself in a dark corner of the massive Club with two lovely white teenagers who identified themselves as Chloe and Holly. He thought, they must be close friends as they kept kissing each other quite passionately. They were all over him telling him they loved black cock and would 'do anything' he wanted. Little did he know they both were grads of Hawksville High were his lovely bride-to-be taught them both in Sex Ed classes. He told them he was getting married soon and this was his last night out.

They looked at each other. They both were invited to Ms Miller's wedding as had a great number of her students and former students, they wondered if he was the groom, and both girls giggled uncontrollably.

Maggie had planned a quiet night with her maid of honour, her bridesmaids and a few other girlfriends. Her parents, bless them, offered to have a backyard Bar-B-Que which Mr Miller would do all the work for them all and thus the costs would be much less than a blow-out in a club.

Mr Miller could not wait to see Denise again and planned to pour generously from the wine bottles he had saved up in his modest basement cellar. He wondered if he would have a chance to take Denise downstairs, as many of the girls planned a sleepover and they were upstairs.

For her part, Mrs Miller would use this opportunity to introduce her close friend Leila, who jumped at the chance to meet all these luscious young girls.

Denise was one of the first to arrive. She had on a tight white T-shirt which barely contained her full breasts. Mr Miller met her at the door and hugged her. She did not resist, and when he suggested she be his special helper she happily agreed. She liked him, and, after all, she should help.

Mrs Miller introduced Leila, and Denise naturally hugged her too. After all, it's what women and girls always do, she thought. Leila felt her breasts pushing into Denise's and she kissed her on the mouth. Soon the room was full of half-dressed teenagers and Mr Miller was in his element.

The evening's conversation centred on Maggie's upcoming wedding and one of the bridesmaids said, "The reception after the solemn ceremony should have some sort of a theme, as we don't want to party in a huge cold room in the golf club."

The girls all agreed and some of them offered ideas about how they had used themes during high school to attract more boys to attend their dances.

Denise recalled one such event which had been a huge success and she said, "Why don't we have a 'Caribbean' wedding reception? We could decorate the Chapel and then have the reception as if it was an outdoor beach setting at a resort where all the white wives have too much wine and they dance with the black guys who are always hanging around!"

Her suggestion stemmed from when her parents took her to Barbados for her eighteenth birthday and after an outdoor dinner, her mother was constantly asked to dance by various local black men. She noticed that some of the men looked adoringly at her and also tried to get her to dance with them, but her father refused to allow her. She thought that was sad. The fact that her father was sitting at the table did not seem to faze the men a bit.

They continued to hit on her mother. She remembered quite clearly that her father had teased her mother and told her she should go ahead and dance with the handsome young black men as he hated dancing. She remembered her mother had on a strapless white summer frock which seemed to stay up over her big bust as if by magic. She smiled as she thought about her mother finally taking the bull by the horns and agreeing to dance with a very handsome black man who was only about twenty years old. Her father seemed very interested in watching them dance, and her mother stayed on the dance floor with him for a very long time. She remembered clearly the man's black hands on her mother's white dress and white skin and bareback, it looked very pretty, and her mother seemed very happy as he held her tight. At one point they disappeared completely and she thought they must have gone to the washrooms in the back of the club. She remembered her father then taking her up to their room 'because it was getting very late and past your bedtime.' Later that night she was pretty sure the man had brought her mother back upstairs by which time her father was asleep. She had heard a lot of laughing and moaning, followed by a rhythmic slapping noise.

She remembered the man and a couple of his black friends had taken her mother out boating the next day while she and her father swam and walked the beach. They were gone a long time. She assumed they were showing her how to fish. When her mother returned in time for dinner she told her father that the men had anchored the boat in a quiet cove on a small deserted island offshore, and the four of them took the tender into the beach.

Her mother told them that the boat was quite small so she had to sit on the lap of one of her new friends. There was a small cabin near the beach for relief from the hot midday sun. It had a bedroom with windows open to the lovely trade winds with fresh clean white sheets. Denise didn't understand the significance of her white mother with three handsome black horny young men on a private island, but she remembered that upon her return her father was interested in hearing all the details and the two of them made her take a nap while they went in their room and closed the door. She heard the rhythmic slapping sound again. Her parents both enjoyed the holiday very much and that made her happy too. She vowed to return to Barbados when she was older.

The girls all listened open-mouthed at the description and squirmed with anticipation as they agreed with Denise's suggestion of the Caribbean themed reception.

Maggie thought that it was a great idea as well but warned that they first checked with the club manager and that if he went along with it that they did all the setup and tear down. She was tired after a long school year and was ready for bed. Mrs Miller had disappeared with her girlfriend.

Denise and another girl stayed to help Mr Miller clean up. He was disappointed that the girls who were planning to sleep over had all gone home but that was teenagers for you, constantly changing their minds.

However, being alone with Denise and another girl was more than he could have hoped for. Her name was Gloria and she seemed a bit besotted as he was with Denise, always following her and staring at her perfect body.

Denise had been horny since Ma'Bill had seduced her in the private room at Rhino and she hoped he would be at the wedding as she did not have a date. As Mr Miller cleaned up the dishes she and Gloria brought them all out to the kitchen. Gloria's mother arrived to take her home, and now Mr Miller was alone with Denise.

He thanked her for staying, she blushed. He asked if it was ok to hug her.

"Of course Mr M I know you like my hugs," she said innocently.

He took her in his arms, the impossibly sexy, busty, gorgeous girl of his dreams.

She didn't resist when he put his hands on her full breasts. She could feel his erection pushing, grinding against her. She forgot about his advanced age and did what Ma'Bill had taught her, sliding down to her knees she pulled Mr M's cock out of his pants.

It was not close to being as big as Ma'Bill's cock but it was fine and she sucked it as she had been taught by the black man.

******

The wedding day finally dawned, with light rain in the morning and glorious sunshine in the afternoon. By four pm the doors to the balconies had all been thrown open and the Chapel was cool with the new air conditioning working perfectly.

The manager of the Club, Bill, was on hand as he knew President Clarissa was attending the event and he wanted everything done just perfectly. He introduced himself to the bride Maggie Miller when she had arrived with her mother, and they were taken to a special Bridal Suite which was attached by a private hallway to the back of the Chapel. Soft lighting welcomed the women. Bill noted Maggie's tight jeans and the low cut Tee shirt. He was sure he had never seen such big breasts, especially on such a slim girl, and while the club had a firm 'no jeans' policy, he knew the bride would only be wearing them into the room, so he ignored the transgression. He silently went down the hall and through an unmarked doorway and sat in a comfortable chair and watched the women through a one-way mirror. This had been the brainc***d of Pastor Erasmus, and even the Club President was unaware of its existence. Bill had been on the job for a year now and this was the first time he had ever viewed visitors. It worked perfectly.