Once seated, and feeling the spunk of the pilot leak from her ass and into the fabric of the seat, Darla thought to herself, 'God, we haven't even landed on the Dark Continent, and already a dark side of me is already coming out!" She had enjoyed having her asshole sucked, first by a stranger, then by her best friend. Then, she had savored the feeling of being fucked in the ass by a black cock that had stretched her bottom beyond its normal capacity, while at the same time she also had sucked, and swallowed the spunk, from another black cock, and yet, despite it all, still she wanted more. What she did not know was that the Mahala that pumped through her system was awakening new sexual desires and hungers in both her and Shelly, whom Darla now looked lovingly at, still was sleeping and recovering from their earlier tryst in the lavatory.
Shelly's peaceful expression spoke volumes, as Darla sensed that she and Shelly shared the same thought, that none of this would have happened had the stewardess not joined them. Yes, they would have performed the usual oral and anal sex acts, and they would have enjoyed them intensely, but most of it would have been basically an exciting rerun. However, as the orgy in the baggage compartment had now proven, it was not their careers, but rather it was the unspoken promise of sexual danger and excitement, which were the main reasons why she and Shelly had accepted the offer to come to Africa.
Their trip was more than a chance to practice their craft of nursing, or see Mombassa and enjoy what sexual pleasures he and his men offered. Instead Darla and Shelly, whose brains were now programmed by the Mahala to seek out sexual pleasure of all kinds, now desperately felt the need to pursue sexual experiences in as many new ways, and places, as the both of them could. What better place to be free and pursue new sexual experiences, than in Africa, Darla thought, which she knew was culturally very different from Canada.
Despite the fact that the industrialized world in the mid 21st Century was full of technological and medical wonders, Africa, especially Kukuanaland, much as it was in the late 20th Century, continued to be a lawless land, full of violence, and civil wars over the rights to the minerals and natural resources that in over 98% of the Congo Basin, where Kukuanaland was located, remained undiscovered and untouched. In fact, Darla and Shelly's ultimate destination, Virunga, was the home of many dark and ancient secrets that had yet to be discovered, and it was still considered the most dangerous and mysterious of all the places in Africa.
Yet, despite the apparent danger and uncertainty of traveling to Kukuanaland, Darla and Shelly could not be dissuaded from going. As Darla gazed out the window to the ocean below, she wondered, and began to wax philosophically about all that had just happened on the airplane. Darla smiled wickedly, as she savored the feeling of cum still leaking out of her bottom, at the thought of how wonderful it was that she and Shelly could be brought to a such new erotic heights, in both the restroom and in the cargo hold of the airplane. Darla also wondered how many more new and wonderful perversions she and her best friend would soon discover in Africa.
Minutes later, as the plane began to slowly descend through the clouds, Darla dipped her fingers into her still moist slit and began to reflect back on the sensual perversions of the last hour. Later, as the coast of the Gold Coast of Africa appeared in the distance, Darla sensed that this journey to Africa would prove to be an incredible journey, and she could hardly wait to see what would happen next. She sensed that it would not be too long before she would be once again filled with cock, as she settled in and finished reading her steamy novel entitled Emmanuelle.
Hours later, as the plane was making its final approach into Kukuanaland International Airport, Shelly awoke, yawned and stretched, and then asked in a sleepy voice, "Did I miss anything?"
"Lots," answered Darla, as she proceeded to tell her friend of the foursome she had in the baggage area with the stewardess, and pilots.
"Wow." Shelly said. "This has been one hell of a flight. You know, when Lulu sucked your ass while I was eating you, I felt some kind of exchange. Like a light switch had been flicked in my body. Something drew me to start sucking on yours. Really weird." "Huh?"
"Yeah," Darla answered. "I went through the same thing. I feel like there is a new part of me awakening, something I didn't realize was there. In fact lately I think these feelings are the reason why I have been having so many erotic dreams."
Even now, as they chatted, the two women felt a warm tingle behind their navels. From across the aisle Darla caught a glimpse of a handsome black man whose looks made her nipples harden. Without her bra, which was on the floor of the cargo hold, Darla's were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse, causing the man she was looking at to smile. The older man's smile made Darla's pussy moist, causing the memories of the previous two hours returned to her, as she turned and looked out of the window to see the vastness of the African jungle below. Seeing the jungle for the first time, Darla reached into her blouse and gently squeezed her nipples as she suddenly saw the sun awake over the new land that she would now forever see as her "home."
Soon after Darla saw the sun appear, the plane began its final descent towards Kukuanaland International Airport. Minutes later, the plane gently landed and everyone hustled to grab his or her carry on baggage and then disembarked. The only two passengers who longed for the flight to last longer were Shelly and Darla, both of whom decided to take their time gathering their things and leaving the plane. As they carried their bags toward the exit, they passed the pilots, and Lulu, all of whom had lustful smiles on all of their lips, as smoldering glances and moist kisses were exchanged in farewell.
As Darla and Lulu exchanged one last deep kiss, Lulu caressed Darla's cheek and said, "Welcome to our world." After which Darla and Shelly took turns kissing Lulu on the cheek, as Darla told her that they hoped they would see her again, to which Lulu replied, with a wink, that such plans had already been made.
With that cryptic answer, Darla and Shelly left the plane and headed toward the customs area where Mombassa was waiting for them. Mombassa was dressed in crisply pressed camouflage fatigues and shined combat boots. However, such style was easy to understand, as the temperature was well over 90 degrees, at 7 a.m. in the morning. The three of them embraced each other, as Mombassa held on to both Darla and Shelly, and said, "Welcome to the Dark Continent" as his hands cupped their ass-cheeks and he pulled their sweaty bodies to his.
After breaking their embrace with Mombassa, Darla noticed the sweat dripping down his face. It was at that point that Darla and Shelly quickly became aware of just how hot they were, as well as how hot he was, as was clear from the bulge in his. After she noticed his hardness, Darla kissed Mombassa deep, squeezed his cock, and said, "I can see that you are happy to see us." At which all three of them laughed, just as Mombassa's assistant pulled up in an air-conditioned Hummer that contained Shelly and Darla's luggage.