White Wives Visit Africa

International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi have combined to bring our readers and followers to deepest, darkest Africa as a group of white wives and younger women enjoy their first visit to "The Dark Continent."

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The bus ground its way up the tortuous track that led to the top of the plateau, the same track that 3 months previously Professor Steeves and his research group had taken to get to the remote kingdom of Lerotica.

Oskar gripped the back of the seat in front of him as yet another potholed section of the dusty road was negotiated and as the vehicle bounced and tossed him and the other occupants from side to side he continued with his thoughts as to whether all this discomfort was really worthwhile.

Such thoughts were dispelled when with a final lurch the bus crested the rise of the hill and instantly the landscape was transformed from the nightmare they had just travelled into a vista of endless savannah and the sight of a smooth straight road.

He let out the breath he had been holding and looked around at his companions to see that they were similarly showing signs of relief to know that they would soon be arriving at their destination.

In terms of comfort, this last leg of their journey was in complete contrast to the previous stages that had bought them to Africa.

The journey had begun three days earlier with the party boarding the Rhino corporate Gulfstream at Hawksville's local airport and flying to Boston to refuel prior to flying across the Atlantic Ocean.

Oskar had planned the itinerary very carefully to get the maximum benefit from the journey and Boston provided him with the opportunity to meet with Jim Goodfellow, his regional manager for New England.

Jim had been a regular 'guest' of Rhino Towers when he had passed through Hawksville on his travels with his wife Jeanne in his previous life as a representative of a construction company and their stays had resulted in them becoming enthusiastic participants in what Rhino had to offer as 'Room Service'.

Subsequently, when Rhino expanded into New England Jim had jumped at the opportunity when he was offered the post of becoming the manager for the burgeoning operations.

Oskar also had it in mind that Jeanne might share with him what she had learned about 'the Rhino Way' since he last saw her.

He was not disappointed for her new found appreciation and devotion toward black cock was evident from the start and Jim looked on with great satisfaction as he watched his prim and proper wife in the confines of his office give Oskar a most satisfactory blowjob as a way of greeting his revered boss.

The pretty, petite white wife sucked his cock with great enthusiasm and was rewarded with a massive load of black seed which she swallowed happily.

The flight across the Atlantic took them on the same path as Charles Lindberg's some 80 odd years before and their landing (to a less rapturous reception!) at Le Bourget Airport, north of Paris.

However, unlike Lindberg, their passage had been spent in the lap of luxury and the group enjoyed a number of 'firsts' on their epic journey.

For some, it was their first trip out of the U.S. (indeed, for some, their first flight); for some, it was to enjoy enrolment in the 'mile high' club, and with the help of the onboard entertainment system broadcasting the signature Rhino messages and the stiff black cocks of the Church Brothers, the ladies of the group spent a most enjoyable and memorable transatlantic flight.

Seydou made sure that he captured as many images as possible for inclusion in the publication he was planning that would chronicle the trip.

Even before the Gulfstream had finished its taxi to the gate he was already editing the pictures that he intended to be published under the title of 'Coming to France'. He was unsure as to how to actually spell 'coming'.

Paris provided another opportunity for Oskar to expand the Rhino brand and their overnight stay allowed him to firm up on arrangements and measures that had been introduced into this land of love and romance.

The Banlieues of the city, the black suburbs that seethed with discontent at the injustices suffered upon them by the establishment provided a perfect base from which to expand and already he had recruited well-hung professional males who were as keen as he to spread the word of a better life that would come from a black-led culture.

Oskar had already established a foothold in Europe following the success of introducing the product line into Germany a couple of years previously when Rhino had exhibited at a Trade Fair in Dusseldorf.

He had many pleasant memories of the few weeks he spent 'working' with the Mother and Daughter-run company that had since become the business model to be followed in Europe.

He loved the idea of a Rhino-led Europe, they had such different attitudes to those of the US.

Now with all the political turmoil and uncertainties which was occurring on both sides of the Atlantic, he was even more convinced that to introduce the 'Rhino Way' would calm everyone's fears and hopes for a better life.

In his view and vision, exiting nations could have their borders and sovereignty returned; the US would become great again (whatever that was supposed to mean) and everyone would be in thrall to black cock; a simple solution to everyone's ills.

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However, that was for the future; for the moment his focus was on Lerotica and as the group clambered back onto the corporate jet after their wild night of French debauchery he checked once more the planned schedule that would lead him to see how successful his team had been in importing Rhino's philosophies back into the land where they had been spawned: Africa.

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Tyrone was the first to see the plume of dust rising in the distance which alerted him to the imminent arrival of his boss and the accompanying group to the village where he had lived for the past three months.

In fact, it wasn't by chance that he had been looking that way for as the systems support manager for the research team he had been in regular contact with Oskar Botha through satellite and his mobile phone since they had landed in Johannesburg.

He stood awhile and watched the dust cloud getting closer and soon the shape of the vehicle creating it became clearer. He ducked his head inside the hut and called to Ian and Herb who were busily cleaning and tidying the interior, "Yo, you wanna get out here; your Old Lady is about to arrive."

Ian looked up in a start and his heart gave jump to know the moment had almost arrived when 'Family Baldwin' would be together again.

He put the broom he was holding to one side and dusted himself down and found a pair of shorts to put on.

Since his arrival in this remote land, he had found that clothing was very much an optional choice and as a rule, he hadn't bothered in this balmy climate to wear anything other than occasionally his frilly French knickers ... but that had been for special occasions only.

Herb patted his arm and said, "You better go find Chloe and tell her that her Mom's here. I'll finish up here; don't you worry."

His note of concern was related to the fact that both he and Ian had become completely

subservient to their black hosts in every way and they had a strict schedule of daily tasks to complete and if any failure was detected then they both had to pay a penalty which usually involved them being further humiliated.

It had been a tough 3 months for them both but unbeknownst to them their treatment had been part of Professor Steeves complex study into racial attitudes between cultures and as such their humiliation was something that had been secretly encouraged.

Tyrone made his way toward the King's compound where he knew the bus would be aiming to conclude its journey.

He was not surprised to find Professor Reeves and Abioye, the king's envoy and liaison between the tribe and the western visitors were already standing at the gateway looking toward the direction of the approaching bus.

It was uncanny how this man, Abioye, seemed to be totally aware of what was going on in the world around his master and although Tyrone had not shared with him the details of Oskar's arrival, there he was, waiting to greet them.

Other villagers alerted by his presence had also gathered to form an impromptu welcoming party.

The bus drew up in front of the waiting gathering with no fanfare other than the hiss of brakes and the muffled hurrahs of the occupants when they realized that, at last, they had arrived at their fabled destination.

The villagers looked on with mounting curiosity as they awaited the door to open; the passengers inside looked out through the dust-covered windows to see an array of bare-breasted females and a few naked young men who had large cocks dangling between their sturdy legs.

None of them showed any signs of embarrassment.

The waiting Professor Reeves made a mental note to include this observation in his report.

Oskar as the leader, was the first to alight and in accordance with the customs of the tribe and the arrival of strangers it was he who made the first contact with Abioye who, after he had accepted his visitor as being a friend and not a foe, gave permission for the rest of the group to 'enter the village'.

One by one they stepped off the bus and made for an intriguing sight as they were introduced to Abioye.

First down the steps was Simone looking somewhat dishevelled given she had spent most of the ride laying with her head in Oskar's lap giving him a prolonged blowjob that had been enhanced by the bouncing bus?

She was followed by Zaire who was in the process of zipping his fly but when he saw the overt nakedness of the villagers decided not to bother but to let his softening cock remain uncovered.

Behind him came to the imposing figure of Bishop Erasmus who was feeling much relieved that he had been able to complete his special blessing of one of the travelling white wives of the group just before the bus came to a halt.

Then came the three brothers who looked most resplendent in their long brown cassocks and the gold chains with the black staff symbols around their necks. Their appearance was slightly spoiled by the evidence of questionable stains and damp patches down the front of their uniforms.

The group was completed by the appearance of the ladies who had won the church lottery of being part of the party. The wives were dressed as required by Oskar's direction in their fetching 'uniforms' of short plaid skirts, tight white blouses, short white ankle socks and gym shoes.

All the clothing had been provided by the Rhino Adult Store, fetish department, which accounted for them looking just like young private school girls.

Seydou was again snapping away for all he was worth. In his mind, the collection of pictures would be published under the heading of 'Welcome to Africa'.

Simone gave a squeal of delight when she spotted her daughter Chloe standing in the crowd of greeters. She was so pleased to see her that she initially didn't notice that Chloe just like her black girlfriend companions was topless and her perky breasts jiggling as she jumped up and down with excitement at seeing her mother.

Ian standing behind Chloe gave his wife a shy wave but wasn't surprised that she didn't acknowledge or seem to have noticed him amongst the crowd.

Soon everyone had alighted the bus and Oskar took charge and acting as spokesman introduced each of them to Abioye who eyed each person carefully as if assessing their rank and position in the 'pecking order'.

He knew that western people had very strange ways and this new set of visitors did nothing to change that point of view what with the black men who wore some kind of long brown costume and then these young women who were dressed in the same curious tartan skirts and white shirts; most inappropriate he thought but not something to concern himself about as they were not destined to be staying in the village for long and then, once they had departed, life in Lerotica could return to normal.

Abioye relayed instructions to the few young men who had been waiting obediently whilst the welcomes and introductions ran their course for them to take the bags of the guests and to lead them as appropriate to either the men's' or the women's compound.

Special dispensation had been conferred upon Oskar to be given a guest house within the King's compound. Zaire and the Bishop were also given the same privilege as Abioye considered them as being 'men of importance' and so the party split into their various groupings and were led to their accommodations.

The brothers tried to maintain an air of indifference to their new surroundings as they walked the path to the collection of huts ahead, an attitude that was in keeping with their spiritual beliefs of black superiority.

However, inside their heads were the images of all those village females young and old who had been standing half-naked to greet them

They had no doubts that they would be getting to know them a lot more intimately over the next couple of days of their stay.

The women meanwhile had no such reservations about showing their appreciation of being assisted toward their accommodation. Whispered comments were passed between the white females as they salivated at the sight of the firm muscular butts of the young men who carried their luggage and when they reached the entrance doorway and the young men having deposited the bags turned around they gasped to see their long fat cocks dangling down.

"Oh my God, can you imagine what that looks like when he gets excited?" said one 'schoolgirl' to another.

"I'm guessing we won't have to wait long to find out," was the response as she gave her porter a knowing smile.

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The next few hours were spent settling in and the different groups each delighted in their new surroundings. The women were quickly introduced into the ways of the tribe females and their western clothes were soon to be discarded and more appropriate native dress found.

The brothers meanwhile had been provided with an area within the large men's hut.

There was no question of them disrobing and they steadfastly maintained wearing their brown cassocks to remove them would in their minds diminish their authority.

The only time they would take off their symbols of supremacy would be when retiring to bed or when they had to perform the special benedictions for which they had been ordained to provide to the females of the flock.

Under the gaze of the unmarried male villagers who gathered around the beds, Tyrone gave his own welcome to his companions.

He was so pleased to see and greet them for in truth the past few months had been tough and he was relieved to be able to have a 'normal' conversation and to be reminded of the comforts of home to which he would soon be returning.

He gave them an update on what had been achieved with the Professor's study; he explained in general terms of his task of gathering and recording the data and of the technical installations that now covered the area that would continue to film and relay the video back to Hawksville long after they had returned home; he confirmed that there were many potential converts to the teachings of the Church of the Black Staff in the vicinity and that their only problem would be that they might not have sufficient time to complete those conversions.

Herb who was standing in the shadows and very much in the background nodded sagely as if he had been included in the briefing.

His presence was ignored by everyone except Seydou who captured the wistful expression of the insignificant white man perfectly.

Over in the King's compound, Abioye led Oskar and Zaire up the steps into the Guesthouse which had been allocated to them.

Simone was arm-in-arm with Chloe with Ian trailing behind and he listened to their excited chatter as they caught up with each other's news.

He'd never been allowed to enter the hallowed ground of the King's compound in all the time he had been here and he felt distinctly uneasy at the experience knowing that uninvited females were even less welcome.

Simone knew nothing of the strict protocol regarding being in the King's presence but Chloe did and rather than cause any embarrassment with Abioye about her being there uninvited she suggested to her mother that they went and looked at the female quarters where she had been living for the past 3 months.

She discreetly steered her mother back the way they had come and left the men to themselves.

Professor Steeves who was billeted in the adjacent guesthouse was waiting for their arrival and he greeted each one enthusiastically just like old friends.

He was accompanied as always by his two young native 'carers' and other girls who all stood looking on wide-eyed as the welcomes were made.

"Good to see you ... how was the trip? ... you must be tired... Come inside we have just the thing to get rid of those travel-aches and pains ... get yourselves ready to receive a 'Lerotican Welcome'"

He gestured to his assistants to follow them and they entered a large room containing a few beds and some bowls of warm oil-scented water.

"It is traditional that travellers are received and ritually washed to expel all foreign influences before they are truly accepted in the King's presence. These girls will perform that service."

He nodded to the bare-breasted young girls who were all dressed in the ubiquitous short wraparound skirt and they paired off and each took the hand of their guests and led them to one of the beds.

They had been well-versed about the strange western form of dress and had no trouble in dealing with the curious fastenings and buckles as they deftly unzipped; unbuttoned; unclothed the dusty travellers and soon Oskar, Zaire and the Bishop stood naked beside their allocated bed.

The girls made noises of approval as they saw the sizes of the penises and had their words have been understood it would have been to hear that these young virgins were looking forward to the day when they could have such fine cocks inside their waiting pussies.

Ian who was lurking in the doorway with some of the older ladies of the tribe had learned sufficient Lerotican words during his time and knew exactly what the girls had said.

He felt a stab of humiliation to hear such words from females so young and once again he was reminded that his little white dickie was never going attract such admiring comments from women and that they would always be preferring to have the cock of a black man.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Abioye who glared and told him in no uncertain manner that his presence within the King's compound was not allowed. With a final glance, he looked over the shoulders of the women into the bedroom and then slunk away back to his rightful place.

The girls each took a cloth and dipped them in the bowls alongside the beds.

There was a distinct sense of this being a ceremonial ritual for they all waited for Abioye to command the men to climb onto their bed and to kneel down before they began to wash.

The command was given and wet washcloths were wrung and then were gently applied and progressively from the head downwards wiped over their kneeling guest.

There was much girlish giggling as they smoothed away any sign of dust and perspiration, they took great care to press themselves as closely as possible so that their breasts brushed against the muscular backs and chests of their appointed guest and it soon became evident that this treatment was having the desired effect for all the girls nipples began to stiffen with each passing touch and the men could feel between their thighs their cocks were similarly beginning to swell.