Into Africa

CHAPTER 10: ESCAPE TO THE VILLAGES

Imira and I had just completed our lap swimming workout and we both stopped in our tracks. Dimka had frequently joined us by the pool though he seldom used it except to fuck us or fool around throwing us in the air to splash on re-entry. The strength and power of his body were amazing. He had lately stopped putting on a swimsuit, however, after much cajoling from us. The site of this man sprawled out on a lounger, his dark black, muscled body glistening from perspiration from being in the African sun took both our breaths away every time. Of course, his long, thick, black cock lying flaccid between his thick thighs grabbed our attention, too.

Imira, as sex became more comfortable and casual for her, once asked if we were seeking too much from Dimka. I laughed at the idea. Even during some of our marathon sessions, he might have had difficulty getting hard after many times but he didn't discourage us from trying by sucking, licking, and stroking his cock. At the time, I could see that was the response she was hoping for.

I joined Dimka on a lounger as Imira went into the house for cold drinks. When she returned, I watched her carrying the tray of drinks, her naked body still wet from the pool, her firm C-cup breasts bouncing a bit with each step. Our bodies were so similar and mostly different by the difference of my 27 years and her 20 years and my white and her black skin. I was also aware of another difference: African men responded with lust to me naked; for her naked, they would see a cultural beauty.

The sun had done its job of transforming our wet bodies from the pool to beads of perspiration, the three of us quietly and fully relaxed when we heard the chime of the front door. None of us were expecting anyone and it was Dimka who jump out of the chair and struggled into his shorts as he moved toward the house. After several minutes, the glass door rolled open and Dimka stood to the side, and ... Mrs. Okafor came through.

She was again dressed in a colorful, tribal gown. Imira and I both sprang to our feet. "Mrs. Okafor ..." I started but was stopped by her rush to hug me to her, then repeating the same to Imira. She didn't seem to care in the least that we were both covered in a light film of perspiration.

"Mrs. Okafor," I tried again, "what brings you here? I'm always delighted to see you, of course, but ..."

"She has disturbing news," Dimka offered, "and I felt you should hear it directly from her."

"Osuni," she began and inwardly I tensed as these three continued to let their beliefs slip out with that name. "Ann, then," she offered at perhaps seeing my tension though I thought I covered it, "remember the discussion that men are the problem?" I nodded. It occurred in Mr. Okafor's office when discussing what happened in the villages. "He's determined to do it, again. I argued, Osuni, I did but ..."

"Wait," I interrupted. "Who's determined to do what?"

"My husband. Why am I even surprised? I thought your argument that day had won the men over, that it was for the tribes that you truly belonged to but that United Africa could still reap some benefit." She shook her head, her eyes and face reflecting great sadness.

Imira turned to me, "What is it, Osuni? What's happening?"

I couldn't answer but Mrs. Okafor could and she did. "My husband is finishing plans to keep Osuni, you Ann, for United Africa, only." She looked at Dimka and back to me. "In the next few days, they will reassign Dimka to another company in another region. They believe, rightly I know, that his loyalty is to you now rather than United Africa." Dimka immediately tensed, the muscles of his neck, shoulders, and upper arms knotted with veins popping out, his hands clenching into tight fists. "Then," she continued to me, "they will move you, and Imira if she cooperates, to another location in the compound that they can control better."

Control better? "I'll be their prisoner? Is he insane? Are they insane? All of them? How do they think the Osuni image can be maintained in that way? My argument meant nothing."

She held my hands, "You must act quickly. You don't have time to wait." She turned her head to Dimka and he nodded his support. She smiled at that. "You don't have options, you must act now." I asked what options but she couldn't or wouldn't say. I saw, though, she was taking a tremendous risk just warning us.

After she left, I stewed in thought. She was so adamant about taking action but how was this happening? I had to get my head around what this was and what this all meant. I was feeling so positive about what was coming. I had remained in support of helping United Africa while increasingly seeing how I could help the people of the tribes. I hadn't seen myself as Osuni like these two but I was accepting what seemed to be a reality of what had happened there and how I had felt among them. I had come to a turn-around in my thoughts: I was accepting that United Africa would use me; but I was looking forward, yearning, to being with the people, helping them if I were able.

I stopped my pacing as my mind fixed around my thoughts and settled. I turned to Dimka and Imira. Imira blurted out, "This isn't right, Osuni. They can't do this."

I ignored that. "Dimka, what did she mean, there is no option?"

He smiled softly and that smiled confirmed his unending support, "You know ... if you stay here, you truly become United Africa's slut ... whore even. When the image of Osuni evaporates ... and we know it will ... you'll stop being of real value to them."

"If I stay ..." I repeated.

Imira asked with a voice filled with depression, "Does that mean you're going back to the States? Does it, Osuni?" She was looking desperately at Dimka and back to me.

I stared at the two of them for strained minutes. Then, I shook my head with resolve. "The villages." It was very quiet. "Is that possible, Dimka? That's where Osuni belongs. That came out of my mouth before and it has taken this much time for me to accept it. Is that an option?"

Imira rushed to me and enveloped me in her arms. Dimka stepped to us and took both of us into his. He responded in a way that suggested it was something he had been thinking out for some time. He explained life would be very difficult. My weeks in the villages earlier would be my life if I did. There were no homes with bedrooms and soft beds and showers or pools to lounge at or cars to travel in from village to village. I had seen it and experienced it.

I broke away from both of them and looked at each in turn. "It's where Osuni belongs, though." They both smiled at my apparent stronger acceptance. "I've been given a responsibility, a purpose. I don't know if you and the people are correct or not but it's the most I have had. I think I owe it to them, the people, and me to see if it is real." I giggled, "And to avoid just being a corporate whore." They stood expectantly, "But, how would I get there, and would they accept me among them?"

Dimka reached for my hand, "How? I'm taking you."

Imira took my other hand, "Me, too. And, yes, they will rejoice in your return and have a huge feast. I know these people, Osuni. These are my people."

Yes, she does, as does Dimka, but, "I can't ask you two to go with me. If you just get me to the trail, I think I can ..."

"We're going," they said in unison.

I argued as strongly as I could. They were giving too much up. Going from this life to the jungle villages ... it was too much. They both laughed. I was in for a far greater culture shock. They knew what each life held and, truthfully they said, both were still pulled by the simpler life. Besides, they argued back, they had already committed themselves to me ... or Osuni.

Everything had to happen very fast after that decision. We packed very little. I knew Osuni was a naked woman and Imira argued she would be, too. Besides, most of the women in the villages were topless with simple cloth around their hips and nothing else. Dimka packed more but we agreed there may be a potential for him to leave for short periods. Dimka made several calls and it wasn't until later that I learned he had made contact with several friends he could trust to further removed their personal things and place them in garages for safekeeping for the time being.

I was distressed that we weren't packing the Land Rover and leaving until another Land Rover arrived driven by the other driver who had joined in my first double penetration which seemed a lifetime ago now. Another trusted friend of Dimka's would be driving us which allowed Dimka's Land Rover to remain in front of the house, perhaps buying time for us by not raising alarms if it was missing.

We made camp for the night along the trail after parting with Dimka's friend at the end of the road. As we walked, I wondered with some anxiety what lay ahead of me. Taking on the spirit of Osuni and fucking tribal men was one thing but my life was about to change in such a dramatic way I could never have anticipated. A city woman used to modern city life with all the conveniences that brought now living the life of remote jungle villages without any of those conveniences.

Imira and I were both cuddled into Dimka near the fire built for some warmth and to ward off animals. I began lamenting quietly about what I had gotten them into when Dimka suddenly rolled me over and I suddenly found him leaning over me with a finger pressed to my lips.

"I was just feeling ..." I began after he moved his finger away.

"You were just feeling sorry ... for yourself and us. Don't, Imira and I are capable of making our decisions." With that, I felt his cock probing around my pussy. I opened my legs to him. "Remember," he continued, "how you said I used to stop you by fucking you?"

I nodded and chuckled. I reached for Imira and patted my mouth. She knew and scrambled from the blanket. She and I had stored our only set of clothes in Dimka's large pack along the trail. It wouldn't be proper for Osuni and her acolyte to be discovered dressed in western clothes so she was naked when she threw her leg over my head and settled her bare pussy over my mouth. As Dimka pressed his long cock into my pussy, my mouth encircled Imira's and my tongue probed until it found her hole. At some point, we rotated smoothly as Dimka pulled out of my pussy, pulled Imira from my mouth onto her hands and knees before my pussy, and plunged his cock into her. She groaned into my pussy as his cock was thrust smoothly and fully into her.

I sighed contentedly as her mouth and tongue began on my pussy. Can my life be made from fucking? A smile formed over my entire face as I gazed at the two people who trusted completely in what lay ahead of us. Far better to be willingly fucking when it is in the interest of serving and helping people than being told to for the benefit of a corporation.

When we were able to look down into the valley once again and viewed the thin columns of smoke rising through the trees near the river, all my concerns, questions, doubts, and anxiety evaporated like the rising smoke. We hadn't reached sight of the village clearing when the sounds of rushing people reached us before the sight of them was allowed on the twisting trail. I was greeted enthusiastically, as Imira predicted, but she and Dimka were also swarmed.

We were bombarded with excitement and questions. Imira and Dimka answered in rapid-fire short statements to explain what had happened in the 'other world' as civilization was referred to; how Osuni, me and it now felt comfortable, was going to be used and imprisoned; that we had all decided our life was meant to be here and the other villages; and, that Osuni was now returned to the region for good. It all felt intimidating but right.

We met with the Chief and the elders of the village in the same large hut where I had before been fucked by so many tribal men to test the claim about me. I had thought I had fucked a lot cock for the corporation but it was nothing like what I experienced in this hut in a matter of a few days. Yet, here I am back and excited to be back.

Runners were sent out to the other villages to announce the news of my return. There was much curiosity about Imira's return and her nakedness. We explained that she was now my acolyte after requesting to serve with me, suggesting that with Imira's efforts alongside me, the two of us could serve the villages throughout the region more effectively. The elders considered this, debating among themselves with shaking of heads and some softly spoken arguments. Dimka interjected that even the stories of old must support the existence of acolytes for Osuni and he retold the story of Osuni fucking the warriors of many villages when they were threatened by a superior army of intruders. How, Dimka asked, could such a mass of men be fucked if not with the assistance of another woman or more? The argument was based on a story told and retold over centuries but any argument against would have to be based on less. With this new understanding, other runners were sent out to inform the other tribes of the new development.

I could see Imira glancing at the Chief but holding her eyes from too direct of attention. I remembered her comment about how it was an honor for women to be with him and how shy she was about it. I spoke privately with him, he looked at Imira who diverted her eyes yet again and smiled. He walked to her, put his hand down to her, and assisted her to stand before him. He spoke quietly to her and she smiled. Without embarrassment, she loosened his robe and removed it from his body to reveal his older and soft body but also his large cock hanging in front of him. But there was no intimidation for her as it was still not as large as Dimka's cock.

In front of everyone, she sank to her knees, her hands grasping the cock hardening surprisingly fast, and bringing it to her mouth. She covered his cock with kisses and licks before rising to take his cock head into her mouth. His moans and groans rapidly filled the space in the hut as Imira's devotion to pleasing him continued until he pushed her onto her back on the mat underneath them. She opened her knees wide and reached out to him. He was the dominant man of the village and she was leading him to her pussy; he was going to have her but she was giving herself to him, an action, an event she had desired for a long time.

As he entered her pussy and she gasped with unrestricted pleasure, I took the same position as her, my legs open and my hands reaching for one of the others to fuck me. The holy man was next, dropping his robe and kneeling between my legs to pound his already hard cock into my wet and ever-ready pussy. I gasped and encouraged him and he pounded his cock into me with strength and determination belying his age.

After Imira and I had fucked every man in the hut, including Dimka who remained naked with us, we were led out of the hut to find the festival already in motion, just as Imira had predicted. There were mounds of food and plenty of fermented drink and, after a time, fucking everywhere that, surprisingly to me, wasn't restricted to Imira and me. But, I quickly determined what was happening and the reason was explained later. Imira and I were fucked by a steady stream of men but after they had climaxed with either of us, their women dropped their cloth wrapping to be fucked as soon as possible. Dimka related to both Imira and me that the women were seeking a residual effect leftover from them fucking with us. It pleased me how quickly Imira was accepted into her new role.

Frequently during the night as we were being fucked and moved to another man or position, our eyes connected. We both wore constant smiles with eyes that shone bright with energy and excitement.

The festivities wound down gradually as people found their way back to their huts being well fed, well fucked, and perhaps a little drunk. Late at night was a relative experience now as there was no time. It was well past dark and perhaps some could track the stars or moon to determine how late it was but for me, it was just late. I found Imira on her hands and knees engaged in another fuck by the Chief. I waited quietly to the side for them to finish, then gathered her in my arms. She was a little wobbly on her legs, we both were, from being fucked by an unknown number of men and consuming drinks we had no idea what they were. As we were pressed against each other, breast to breast, and both our pussies leaking globs of cum, she looked directly into my eyes and stared.

"Thank you, Osuni," she said with the most serious expression I had seen all night. Why, I asked? "For accepting me and for bringing me with you." She kissed me hard on the lips and our hands moved over each other with renewed passion but not, this time, for cock. We both gasped into each other's mouths. "I left to go to the university and took a corporate job to discover a new life with purpose and reward." She gazed into my eyes, kissed me quickly, then, "I found you, instead, and returned to where I started." She smiled, "Now I have discovered my life, my purpose, and my reward."

"How are you feeling?" I asked with concern. She had only fucked Dimka before this night.

She giggled. "Amazing but ..." she giggled, again, "but a little sore."

I took her hand to lead her to the hut hoping the women with the miracle salve would be there or would have left a bowl of it for us. I could use it, too.

We hadn't seen Dimka for some time. I had seen him getting his share of pussy and I was sure his reputation would be spreading over the region, too. Inside the large hut, we found him and the two women who had so gently applied the salve on my last visit. Both were on their hands and knees and Dimka was behind them, fucking his long cock into one, then the other, moving back and forth.

I whispered an idea to Imira. Her face lit up brighter. She agreed she didn't need another cock, not this night, at least. We chose randomly and slithered underneath the women and raised our heads to lick pussy and fondle hanging and swaying breasts. When Dimka plunged his cock into the woman I was licking, his cock slid over my forehead and nose, his ball sack swinging into my head. The women groaned and gasped at the new sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time or being probed by tongue and fingers after the cock pulled out. Both women came on Dimka's cock and, somehow, he managed to release several spurts of his cum into each pussy.

Imira and I kept the women on their knees and cleaned their pussies of cum as best we could. The women rewarded us with a generous application of salve. While on our backs with legs spread and the women seeming to do more with their fingers on our pussies than just applying the salve, I reached my hand to Imira. She took mine and squeezed it.

"This is like a miracle, dear girl," I said. "Just wait. In the morning, we'll be ready to fuck, again."

Her face lit with a devilish smile but it was Dimka who spoke. "I'm counting on it, too," he said. "I didn't fuck you two all night. Hell, I haven't fucked either of you all day."

Still holding hands and gazing at each other, we replied in unison, as though in one voice and mind, "We'll make it up to you, Dimka." Then, we all laughed.

The next day was as I had promised. Our pussies were not sore or inflamed and we fucked Dimka continuously until he couldn't get hard, again. That day we were told the next village was waiting for us. Another festival and celebration of the return of Osuni. For days we went from village to village repeating festivities of food and drink and continuous fucking.

Along the way, I came to an understanding, an epiphany of sorts: yes, life can be made up of fucking ... especially large African cock.

THE END.