Out of Afria

A Fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi.

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Chapter 20

Melanie Baker's life had completely changed over the past few years and she suspected that the catalyst for change had been the arrival in Hawksville of Rhino, the electronics company. She hadn't had that much to do with the company other than buying some of their products but such was their pernicious influence and their steady expansion throughout the town and region that it was difficult not to be influenced in some way or another. Like so many of her friends and neighbours she was now involved in things that she never would have contemplated in her past and, indeed, her 'old self' would not recognize the person she had now become.

Before the advent of Rhino, she had just been the textbook conservative spinster, a teacher in a small-town high school who was feared by her pupils and loved only by her cat. If there was one characteristic that singled her out for attention it was that she was possessed a large pair of breasts. The schoolgirls under Melanie's care mockingly referred to her as 'Big Melons'; the boys had no such cruel thoughts, they just stored the image of her big tits in mind so they could masturbate later at the fantasy of her offering herself to play with them while they were being chastised and disciplined.

Melanie smiled at the thoughts of the person she once had been in comparison to how she was now, a confident lover, devotee and seeker of (well, there was no other way to put it) black cock. It had been a relatively swift conversion and could be traced back to the day when she first came into contact with a Rhino smartphone. Not that she had any recollection of the actual event but certainly her life had begun the change to the better from that day on. Yes, it had been a day of liberation and she cursed herself for not having taken a prior interest.

However, that was then and now is and her life could not be any better. She had job satisfaction; she had the respect of those whom she worked with; she had a comfortable living and, best of all, a social life within the Church of the Black Staff that included having as much black cock available as she was prepared to handle.

Not that she thought herself to be some promiscuous slut. No, Melanie for all her devotion and obsession to being satisfactorily penetrated by another fat black penis had a social conscience that extended to helping those less fortunate than herself in whatever way she could. Circumstances and situations that had developed in Hawksville over the past couple of years had given her the perfect opportunity and scenario to do just that.

Rhino Industries was equally aware of its responsibilities which were required as a result of its success as the major employer for the region. Indeed, although it was unwritten, their 'duty of care' was part of the fabric of their constitution and measures were gradually introduced throughout the agencies which made up the Rhino organization to become part of local governance. So it was the establishment of the Rhino Business College and its success in attracting predominantly black students from all over the country to its faculty.

Whilst it advertised itself as a business college it was a front for educating and training its carefully selected students in all matters to do with the Rhino way of conducting business. It had a department for economics, sales and retail; a technical department where the unique systems and software were revealed; it had 'Classics' faculty that trained potential councillors and leaders in spreading the Rhino philosophy. What it didn't have was an effective network to support the emotional needs of the young men who came to Hawksville; young men who were away from home for the first time in their lives and needed comfort and support to keep them focused on their education.

As an integral part of the extended Rhino organization, The Church of the Black Staff provided such comfort and support and the young men were welcomed and indeed encouraged to enrol in the church so their needs could be served.

It was Melanie that suggested the concept of a support group. She had plenty of experience of providing such care for her students when she had been a full-time teacher. Although she had been outwardly regarded as a formidable disciplinarian by her grade students she was, in fact, quite the sympathetic sounding board for the problems that her girls and boys bought to her in confidence. At the next Church Council meeting, she presented her vision and proposal of introducing a multi-step programme that would provide the much-needed support for not only these boys but also another sector of the Hawksville community, the young wives.

Melanie's proposal was received with much respect for not only was her experience in counselling matters recognized but she was revered in the Church community as being the original 'Rhino Mother' for the conception and birth of her daughter was seen as living proof of the first successful blessing by Pastor Erasmus. The c***d was born into a community of love where the ways and blessings of a new society would be instilled into her.

The first sessions of the support group were ad hoc affairs and initially took the form of a 'drop-in centre' where troubled freshmen could visit and discuss their problems with Melanie or one of her co-workers. They would be taken to one of the many rooms in the basement where once they had been made to feel comfortable helped by the soft humming emanating from the sound system the counselling would begin with them sitting opposite each other on padded chairs.

Each councillor had their particular methods; Melanie's preferred way began with her removing her blouse and bra to expose her magnificent breasts. She would then take the troubled young man's hand and encourage him to talk through his concerns and identify what would make him feel better about himself. As he talked his anxieties seem to melt away as he focused his gaze on her gorgeous tits. Indeed, his problems of integrating into his new situation became inconsequential as she stroked his hand and he watched his councillor's nipples harden into stiff buttons as he talked. His change of focus was just as she expected and as a 'reward' she would then take the hand she was holding and making him stand in front of her she would let him feel just how pleased she was with him for sharing his problems.

With her hand covering his she would encourage him to stroke and feel the fullness of her breast and then when she judged the time was right she would release her hold on his hand knowing he would need no further prompt for him to use both hands to give her a welcome tit-massage. She just loved to feel the touches she would get from these young men as their black hands would explore her milky white globes and stiff nipples. To see the look of wonder on their faces was proof indeed to her that she was providing such an important service.

As her, 'patient' massaged her tits the front of his pants would begin to tent and this was the part of the session to which Melanie looked forward to it was a positive sign that the therapy was going well and soon another black cock would be revealed to her hungry gaze. With his attention fully focused on stroking her breasts he often didn't notice that she was unbuckling his belt so she could gently pull down the restrictive garment. Their attention would, however, be caught when she had to give a sharp tug to release the erect penis that was ensnared by restrictive underwear. The revelation of a stiff black cock invariably caused them both to smile.

At this point of the proceedings, Melanie would change her topic of conversation away from the worries and concerns of the young man and as he stood there with his pants around his ankles her conversation turned to one of admiration of his manhood that now bobbed and jerked in front of her face. She would tell him how much nicer a black man's penis looked in comparison to white man's; how big and strong and stiff it appeared when compared to the silly stubby cocks of white boys; how white women loved to be fucked by such a beautiful tool; how black boys grew up to become such perfect lovers of white women; how white women loved to be dominated by their black 'bulls'.

Her softly spoken words of encouragement were peppered with additional instructions telling him to continue to enjoy stroking her tits and not to be concerned about what they were doing. The sense of calm was enhanced by the continual hypnotic hum in the air and when she was positive that her message had been properly assimilated she would cease talking, lean forward and with her white hand wrapped around the young black cock open her lips and let him push himself into her warm wet mouth.

The majority of her patients had never in their lives received such treatment but with the handy assistance of their mentor coupled to the subliminal messages being heard beneath the hum from the speakers any lack of experience quickly turned into instinct as they began to face-fuck her mouth. Melanie loved this part of the counselling for the feel of a fat black cock filling her mouth was evidence that she had truly gained the young man's confidence and that she had his complete attention. To ensure that his worries were completely put aside she would then begin to use her tongue to lick and swirl around the bulbous knob as he moved back and forth. She would hold his bare buttocks to ensure he didn't accidentally slip out and to complete the attention her mouth could give she would close her lips and suck on the black tool. Once assured he was comfortable with the rhythm and was not likely to withdraw she would then take her hands from his butt and transfer her attention to his swaying testicles as he thrust back and forth.

Although she was very methodical in the application of her counselling and maintained records of these sessions and details of her 'clients' she never actually bothered with running the clock to see how long it took before a successful result was achieved. She had a few measures of success but invariably it was to feel the cock in her mouth begin to pulse and swell. This was usually accompanied by the rising sound of her patient begin to groan or whimper in response to her soft administrations to his balls, her sucking, her stroking. As a professional, she tried not to show her own emotions but it was very difficult not to squeal out her cry of pleasure as she felt the first pulse of young cum hit the back of her throat. These young men all seemed to possess the endless capacity for ejaculation and she revelled in the sensation of spurt after spurt of thick creamy semen filling her mouth. She knew it was a lost cause to swallow all they could provide and when she reached the point where she needed to properly breath she would reluctantly pull her head away and the cock she was holding would slip out and a flood of his beautiful gift would spill out down her chin and dribble and drip down onto her breasts ... which he might still be caressing.

This was the typical end to the first counselling session. Melanie would congratulate her newcomer and tell him how well he had performed and how much she had enjoyed his company and to hear how much better he now felt about himself. She would promise that in the future they would progress to the next level; that he would be able to bolster his self-confidence in the knowledge that she would allow him to bury that delightful black cock into her welcoming white pussy, a pussy to be revealed next time he came to call. With that, she would share the box of tissues and they would both clean up, adjust their clothing before she shook hands and gave a peck on his cheek.

"You are a remarkable young man," she would say in her school teacher manner as if congratulating a student, "and you must have no concerns about fitting in and being so far away from home. The white ladies around here are so keen to meet you and I will be telling them just how special you are." This was said to the continual background hum of the 'Rhino Soundtrack' and the student would leave the church basement with Melanie's words ringing in his ears that renewed in him a sense of his superiority and a conviction that there was a whole population of white pussy awaiting him. All his insecurities of leaving home were already forgotten.

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The Youngsters Support Group was not the only care organization run by the Church. Under the heading of 'Outreach' other segments of Hawksville society had similarly been identified as being vulnerable to possible negative impacts of Rhino's influence and expansion. So it was that young wife, care home residents, even the regional prison, were given special consideration as being groups requiring counselling to ensure the mental wellbeing of individuals was supported.

In truth, these support groups were all part of Rhino's 'Grand Plan' of changing society to the new order of Black dominance and supremacy. The Church of the Black Staff in collaboration with the company was giving support to the 'conversion' of all residents to venerate Black Cock and this was a neat way to capture those who might otherwise struggle with the concept.

The Young Wives group was run by Maggie and Loretta, both in their way, already devotees to the demands of the Church and both of them bi-sexual coupled with a love of pussy. It was Loretta, a stunning black beauty, who first suggested the 'special interests' group and the idea was enthusiastically adopted by the church who made provision for their weekly meetings in the crypt where they could conduct themselves without disturbance. Loretta was especially pleased to see the various benches and Queening chairs that she had suggested as being essential furnishings had been installed.

It had been a deliberate policy of Rhino that most white male employees would only be paid a minimum wage; a measure to encourage these workers to put in hours of overtime to boost their take-home pay. There was never any protest at the policy for once they were in the employ and subjected to the influence of the humming background noise at their workplace, well, it all seemed quite reasonable. The intended consequence was that their wives were frequently 'home alone' and this gave Rhino, in its many forms, the opportunities to manipulate these frustrated females. Hence, with the active co-operation of the church, the support groups were established.

Whilst Melanie's young man sessions were usually conducted on a one-on-one basis, Loretta's method was to hold group meetings along the lines of a 'wives coffee 'n chat' with the added attraction of doing yoga as a form of exercising.

So it was that each Wednesday afternoon in the large basement room the young white wives would gather and be welcomed by Loretta who, with the assistance of the comforting tone emanating from the sound system, instantly put them at ease. Given they were all spouses or partners of Rhino employees they each enjoyed the perk of a Rhino mobile which once the coffee had been poured Loretta would instruct them to check for the latest updates to the 'yoga App'. It was a simple ploy and none of the wives who were attending this week thought anything of following the request and tapping the icon which told them to listen to 'exciting news'.

The effect was instant. As soon as the phone was held to the ear expression of total calm and peace would ensue and, as instructed, the phone would be carefully placed to one side, coffee cups would be put down and the disrobing would begin.

Loretta loved to see this part and she licked her lips with anticipation as she scanned the room mentally checking off the names of the 8 ladies present this week. There was young Sarah, new to Hawksville, unbuttoning her pretty blouse with fumbling fingers and revealing the bra which held her pert little breasts; to her side was Nadine the wife whose husband was always away on business already peeling her jeans down over her long slim legs and showing off her 'sensible' knickers; Amy, another newcomer to the town (an older Englishwoman who had joined Rhino as a finance manager and as a declared devotee to yoga was paying her first visit) had already pulled off her t-shirt and Loretta gave an involuntary shudder as she saw the evidence of stiffening nipples through the white cotton cups of Amy's bra. The others, some of whose names she had yet to remember, were soon in a similar state of undress. She was looking forward to learning their names and giving them all the attention they deserved.

Once everyone had completely undressed they followed instructions and laid a Yoga mat on the floor in a circular pattern around a similarly naked Loretta who was standing in the middle of the room. Without being told they took up their places and lay on their backs with their feet facing her. Loretta looked around and surveyed the choice of pussy and she tingled with anticipation as she noted that some of 'her' young ladies had trimmed their pubic hair into neat styles; others had left a small strip or tuft of downy hair above the delicious-looking slits; a few had shaven completely so they were as smooth as little girls and a couple had not bothered with any embellishment at all and were proudly displaying a full bush that did little to cover the pouting lips of their vaginas. As she slowly turned around and took in the sight she felt her cunt becoming wet and distinctly warm.

The session began with relaxation exercises and trying to maintain a sense of calm and excited Loretta told her class to place their feet apart, to put their arms down by their sides with palms up-turned, to close their eyes and to begin to deep-breathing whilst thinking of something 'nice'. She never inquired of what they might be thinking, it wasn't important; what was important to her was that their chests would be rising and falling and without any embarrassment, she could observe unseen a menu of breasts that a little later she would be tasting and fondling. She made special note of some of the newcomers who had yet to be shared and by the time she completed her survey her pussy was almost dripping at the thought.

When she judged that all had entered a state of complete relaxation she instructed them to stand up and face her with feet placed slightly apart. With their attention upon her, she began to demonstrate the yoga positions she wanted them to follow. None of them thought it was the slightest bit incongruous that they were all standing there naked taking instructions from a statuesque black lady who was likewise without a stitch of clothing on her voluptuous body. All of them had it in their minds that they would like the opportunity to be able to get more intimate with the perfectly formed Loretta; they would not be disappointed.

She began by showing them the Mountain pose which required the arms to be stretched above the head with eyes focused on the ceiling. They followed suit and she delighted to see their tits seemingly being thrust out for her to view; an array of light and dark aureoles some tipped by stiffening nipples; some full-breasted with soft globes rising and falling in time with their breathing; others perter but just as inviting. She made them maintain this pose for as long as it took her to circle the mats and to attend to each one of her pupils making sure that they were correctly positioned. She made a fuss of every one of them by running her hands over their bodies and making a play of moving legs apart, of grasping arms so that she had to stand close and rub herself against them. All of them enjoyed the attention just as much as she.

She led them through a series of poses which required them to stand, kneel, lie on their backs, to lay on their fronts. Cat pose; up dog; down dog; Chaturanga; forward bend; cow pose, every one of the positions caused them to expose themselves in the most revealing way and Loretta became more and more excited as she prowled around the room and looked upon pouting cunts between rounded butt cheeks, at breasts which couldn't defy gravity as they hung down, at the flushed faces of her pupils who knew that following this yoga session they would be moving on to the second part of the meeting. Their phones had already told them what to expect and all of them were looking forward to what they knew would be a most satisfying experience.