Photo Safari Refocuses on Sex

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!