Also, just as Emily had forewarned, there were the occasional yelps of discomfort as women who had not taken the time to stretch and lubricate their pussies were faced with the giant manhood of their African lovers. These were the sex-starved men, their cocks already bursting the seams of their trousers long before they were confronted with the plump and willing pussies of submissive white women. In this area where they were granted the right to act with impunity, it did not take long for them to be pressing fervently into the fertile wombs before them. Their irresistible potent male libidos would soon provoke an excitable bedewing of the tight passages forced to expand for their conquering masters, but until then, mewling cries of distress continued to ring out. The women would learn to be better prepared the next time.
Antoine sat down on the thin mattress, his back to Jessa. He removed his socks and shoes, then turned his head to look serenely at her. Somehow, Jessa understood that she was to undress him. She crawled across the bed to Antoine and draping her arms over his shoulders, began to release the buttons of his shirt as she rested her chin on his left shoulder. Antoine's deep and slow breaths had a soothing rhythm that Jessa soon found herself breathing in time to as well.
When the buttons were all undone Jessa took the shirt off his back like a cloak. Thick muscles rippled powerfully in Antoine's back as he shrugged the shirt off. If it had not felt like overstepping a boundary Jessa would have leaned in to kiss them tenderly. Instead she merely traced their firm outline with her fingertips in a reverential and trance-like gesture. When she was roused from her reverie Jessa draped the shirt over the end of the bed, then wrapped her arms around Antoine's waist, deft fingers plucking at the stud on his coarse jeans.
If Jessa had been able to have a bird's eye view of the goings-on in the gym, she would have been horribly turned on by the lurid sights. Most everyone else was coupled now to varying degrees, and so the gym was filled with endless columns of dark and light pairs moving against and exploring each other. Of the deprived ones who were already heedlessly humping their charges, some who were lucky enough to be allotted places next to friends had thrown back the dividers. These wild characters high-fived and fist-bumped each other, licking their lips in proposition as they shamelessly ogled the swaying breasts of their compatriot's mate. The men did not swap partners however. They had been cautioned on the importance of knowing with certainty who had been impregnated by whom.
There were other men who were taking their time to examine every inch of the pale nymph they had been assigned to. Pink buds and white curves were stroked, sucked, caressed, while gentle hands encouraged these affectionate overtures. The remainder of them joyously laid back in wonder at their woman's efforts to keep them aroused. Never did they dream that in this white man's country they could be so exquisitely serviced, and not even at their own behest.
Within the four walls of Antoine's dominion affairs were progressing a little more slowly, but this was not to the displeasure of the two interested parties. Antoine stood up with his jeans unbuckled, allowing Jessa, who had slipped off the bed and sidled to face him, to slide them down in one clean motion. The rough denim caught the material of his white boxers and the garments came off as one. Antoine coolly stepped out of his pooled clothes.
Jessa, meanwhile, remained crouched before him, as she was momentarily enchanted by the reveal of his manhood. Antoine's penis was large as she expected, but not intimidatingly so. It hung slightly away from his body with an elegant curve, looking taut, ready and expectant. Getting down on her knees, Jessa reached out to start caressing its length with both hands.
Antoine was not an old man, but that aura could not be young. It drew Jessa in, intoxicated her, made her want to kneel in exaltation but also to splay her legs wantonly -- to be an adherent and a whore in the one body. She wanted so badly for him to be pleased with her. Acceding to what ordinarily would be expected next of her, Jessa leaned forward in order to take the burgeoning head between her lips. At that, Antoine immediately took a step backwards and held Jessa back by her shoulders. A scandalised expression crossed his face and he shook his head grimly.
Jessa felt a hot wave of embarrassment and chagrin wash over her as she floundered for what to do next. Sensing her discomfort, Antoine helped her up and guided her to stand at the foot of the bed. He himself climbed onto the mattress to stretch out with arms extended as he leaned back against the frame and pillows. Antoine crossed his arms and lifted them over his head indicating that she should strip, but also then held his palm towards her with fingers spread and dropped it slowly to mean that she wasn't to hurry the exercise. She nodded, and they shared a small smirk of amusement at the effectiveness of the body language.
Jessa rolled her thin, white blouse lazily upwards, exposing her flat belly inch by inch, slackening her pace as she reached the underside of her bra cups, then languidly drew the blouse up and over, pulling free a few strands of hair from her up-do. All the while she swayed her hips seductively and kept her eyes on Antoine's aspect of approval.
As Jessa undid the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, she could hear the sound of the next bed creaking in a steady rhythm. When she rolled off her panties Emily had started in on the dirty talk and moans.
'Fuck me big daddy! Take me with your horse cock!'
Antoine's penis twitched in response the sounds of arousal echoing in the great hall. He motioned to Jessa, who climbed onto the mattress and crawled towards her waiting lover. She did so badly want for Antoine to launch into a ravenous lovemaking session, to be on the receiving end of unrelenting ploughing like Emily was that would make her feel sexy and desirable. Still though, Antoine dawdled. He cradled Jessa in the crook of his arm, while with his other hand he traced the smooth curve of her hip and strong muscles in her thighs. The wandering fingers made their way upwards to caress her soft bosom. Each was cupped and squeezed in turn. Then, as if he were at play, Antoine lifted her breasts and let them lightly fall against her skin, chuckling at their weightiness.
It was clear that he felt genuine admiration for Jessa's beguiling shape and assets, and the attention was starting to make her feel not just desirable but worthy. As Emily let out a particularly lascivious cry Jessa clung to Antoine's burly arm, pushing her lower body against him, hinting that she needed him to start stoking the wet flame that was growing within.
In response, Antoine used the arm that Jessa was resting on to press her face up against his bulging chest muscle. Jessa's lips had fallen apart and as they grazed Antoine's nipple they instinctively closed around it, tugging, biting, flicking. Jessa had never been with a man who enjoyed having his nipples stimulated, but this was obviously having an invigorating effect on Antoine whose cock hardened considerably.
Only when she had latched on and was sucking urgently on the hard bead did Antoine let his free hand fall to Jessa's nether region. He played with her pubic hair, coiling it around his fingers, then spread open the lips of her pussy and inserted one exploratory finger. Jessa exhaled in relief at the touch that she had been craving. Her hips rocked, pushing the stirring finger further in and towards her favoured spot. Suddenly one finger was three stroking insistently in a beckoning gesture. Carnal instinct guided Jessa to move with the same rhythm. She tried her best to squeeze the muscles in her passage tightly around the probing digits, but soon lost control as she came in a shiver of delight.
Antoine was far more attuned to the secrets of her body than he let on, for he did not cease the inciting caresses when he saw that Jessa had found her peak. He continued to plumb her depths, rubbing still but more lightly now the centres of her folds that had caused such rapture. Antoine's tender persistentence swelled the heights of Jessa's enjoyment. Before she could come down from one peak a new wave pushed her into soaring toe-curling, sheet-clutching euphoria.
When Jessa finally came to she saw that Antoine was now hovering above her, waiting impatiently to push his ramrod of a dick into her. Not having yet recovered from the sensitivities of her high and still in a daze, Jessa rested her hand on her mound and fanned her fingers out which she hoped would signal to Antoine to hold off. Antoine either did not understand or see her hand as he kneed her legs apart, focused entirely on his own purpose now. The reveal of this latent dominant spirit that Jessa had sensed in him made her insides tremble with anticipation, and she compliantly tilted her pelvis upwards to meet his entry.
Jessa watched the stiff black member disappear and felt in turn her empty throbbing hole fill up and distend -- so different from the lithe stroking fingers but just as gratifying. The continuous stimulation inflamed Jessa's overwrought nerve endings and she felt all at once a stirring heat and a bracing cool in her delicate privates. Unable to comprehend the conflicting sensations, Jessa tossed her head fitfully and whimpered, her little cries continuing as Antoine barrelled in resolutely.
Jessa regarded Antoine's imposing form as he moved above her, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Even though a word had not passed between them, she hoped that the gentle purr of her moaning would make him feel desired and loved, as much as it was stoking her aching desire to be filled with black seed. She wanted her first child to be conceived in a whirlwind of tenderness and passion. With that thought Jessa reached up with both arms and pulled Antoine close.
Antoine's straining forceful thrusts into Jessa's passage reached a fever pitch, the hot shaft between Jessa's legs barely retracting an inch before its full length was slammed inward again. He lay fully prone on top of her, the weight of him pressing down onto their pubis also inciting pleasure in her swollen nub. Jessa was no longer fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes rolled back involuntarily as she tightened the clutches of her one hand on the back of Antoine's head, and the other arm thrown around his neck.
As the light began to swim before her eyes and her breathing reduced to whimpering gasps, she felt Antoine turn his head towards her cheek, brushing his lips against her ear. He spoke slowly in a low rumble of thunder, the pace of his words totally at odds with the frenzied motion of their bodies. Yet the act and the voice were one, tugging on the edges of Jessa's lucidity to pull her over the edge.
Jessa knew full well that Antoine was not speaking in English. She heard the lilting and guttural stops of his native tongue thrumming against her ear. However she also grasped with certainty what it was that he so crucially needed to tell her and their soon to be conceived child. For all time after that moment Jessa could repeat faithfully what Antoine had intoned, but she never ever did so out loud.
Into her right ear he whispered:
Little one you will not be born over your father's land and you will be birthed by a foreign mother. But listen to papa when he tells you that you are a ruler of a people and one day a kingdom will be yours. Papa will lay the kindling at your feet for you to light the way. Be good to your mother and grow up strong. Once I have laid the path I will be back.
Antoine pulled away from Jessa's embrace only to adjust his head and let his lips fall against her left ear:
