Out of Afrika Ch. 12

A fantasy by Julie Van, Wunderboi and Curt B.

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Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense as Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two-story house and they would be honoured if he would bless them with his presence.

Simone was delighted when he had accepted the proposal as she had many reasons for her own that having him close by would satisfy. What she didn't realise was that idea wasn't her's, but that the suggestion had been implanted in her mind by her Rhino mobile phone some days before she asked him. He settled into his new residence without drama and it took but a few days for a new routine to be established within the White's household.

It was agreed - albeit there had been no discussion - that he would occupy the master bedroom and share the marital bed with Simone.

There had been no need to consult with her husband Ian as the arrangement had been similarly implanted in his brain by his phone and therefore he made no comment when Simone informed him about their new sleeping arrangements. He understood that from now on he would be sleeping in the adjacent guest bedroom and that he would only be invited back to his old bedroom whenever Oskar was travelling away from Hawksville on his frequent business trips.

Indeed, the invite to rejoin her was largely a hollow one because Simone had been accompanying Oskar on many of his trips as his 'admin support' and that seemed to be working out very well and setting the trend for the foreseeable future

Ian's acceptance of these new rules was just another example of how conditioned and compliant he had become over the past year or so since Rhino had cemented its presence in Hawksville and, at a personal level, into every aspect of the family's lives. No facet of their lives seemed to have been left untouched by the conditioning process and in his conditioned frame of mind, he was quite happy to go along with anything and everything his wife told him to do. He'd grown to love her more forceful nature when it came to what the family did.

It was the end of Oskar's first week under this new regime and he was very content how things were working out. The 'grand plan' was coming together very well and he reflected that Hawksville had now reached the point of being a near-perfect model for the society that was envisaged for the future.

Blacks were becoming more widely viewed by the town's white population as being superior in every way. The whites, especially the town's female population unquestionably regarded them as being their superiors; women of all colours craved black cock and dismissed any other sort as being inferior;

Employment and prosperity were on the rise; crime was down to unknown levels; everyone who lived in the greater Hawksville area was happy and content and it was all due to Rhino. "What's not to like?" Oskar thought.

Simone had long ago reached the point of being totally under the 'Rhino Influence' and it was no surprise when after they had eaten their evening meal that she invited Oskar to join her in bed. If Ian had heard her make the suggestion he hadn't reacted because he was focused on his plans for the evening.

Ian had already served them the dinner he had spent some time preparing and was satisfied that he had served them well. He told them both that he would deal with the dirty dishes later after he had returned from his night out. Making sure that their drinks were topped up he made his apologies but he said that he did need to get away to visit his friend Herb and he didn't want to miss the start of the college basketball game that was being televised.

She smiled to herself as she watched her husband scuttling around knowing full well why he was so keen to get away. "Friday Night, also known as the night Ian and Herb got to play their little games and jerk each other off," she thought. Still, she didn't begrudge him his fun for he had earned a little time off what with all the running around and chores she made him do.

The front door had no sooner clicked shut behind Ian before she took Oskar's black hand and led him up the stairs to their bedroom.

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Chloe had never felt such excitement.

After years of training, patience and practice she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a properly accredited cheerleader with a prestigious troupe and here she was going on her first event to the quarter-finals of the State College Basketball Cup to 'strut her stuff'. She wondered ruefully if her selection had anything to do with her rapidly maturing body.

The game was between Hawksville High and another school from upstate (she couldn't remember the name) and 'The Rhinos'. The team was sponsored by Hawksville's major employer and with their support had made it through to this stage without too much trouble having brushed aside lesser opposition on the way.

Their previous games had been well attended with a significant proportion of the spectators being women and girls who just could not get enough of seeing these muscular, tall black boys who seemed to glide effortlessly through any white opposition to dunk basket after basket. (Many of the female audience would later confess to their TVs that they became so wet just thinking about what was hidden beneath those silky shorts; the confession came as they blatantly masturbated in front of the unblinking eye of the TV's camera while they were lost in the fantasy of being fucked by these young men.)

A privilege that was granted to a few of the girls was to travel with the team on the bus to the game. This time they were playing in the state capitol and Chloe was one of those who had been selected and given the honour to ride along with three other recruits to the troupe.

The remainder of the cheerleader group had to make their arrangements and it was usually their parents who provided it.

The selection of both the team and the girls riding the bus had been made by the team coach, Coach Spenser, a large black man with whom nobody messed around and whose word was law. What he said goes, and heaven help anyone who questioned his judgment and decisions. In the matter of choosing girls, it was to him a simple equation; they had to be white, pretty, busty and compliant.

Nobody queried his choices.

The gymnasium was packed and the cheers of the spectators were deafening both during the plays (mainly women shouting) and during the time-outs when the cheerleaders came out on to the court to go through their intricate routines. It was mainly men doing the yelling during these times (and why wouldn't they when presented with such a delightful display.) The cheerleaders uniform was a short skirt and a halter top both black with golden trim. Under the skirt, the girls wore a pair of golden tight, figure-hugging panties and to finish off the ensemble was a pair of golden knee-high boots. They held and waved the obligatory pom-poms in their hands and the spectacle as they cavorted, kicked, jumped and tumbled was mesmerizing.

The skirt hid nothing; the panties were tight enough to create a camel toe as the gusset pressed against the young pussy beneath; the halter top had a deep cleavage that nicely exposed the bouncing breasts and the boots emphasized the long legs to best advantage. The TV cameras just didn't know on what feature to focus!

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Back in Herb's basement, Ian was in his kind of heaven. He and Herb had done the weekly ritual of the shower and shave. Herb had paid particular attention to Ian's cock and balls as he was concerned that any stray hairs that might have been missed would be seized upon by Simone as evidence that they were just wasting time and not doing as they had been told.

Ian appreciated his friend's concern and was quite content to allow him to take as long as he needed for the feeling of Herb's soapy hands caressing, squeezing and smoothing as he carefully applied the razor was bliss indeed. His cock had remained in a high state of erection throughout and there had been a couple of occasions when he had to bat Herb's hands away as he felt the rising of premature ejaculation. He apologized to his dutiful friend that he needed to keep himself close to the edge for when they sat down in front of the TV. Herb understood and would back off.

It was at a time-out just before the second quarter that Ian realized that one of the girls he had been lusting after was his daughter. Either he hadn't been paying too much attention to faces or perhaps the cameras hadn't closed in on her previously but, Yep, there was no doubt, it was Chloe. He didn't falter in stroking his stiff cock and when she gave a high kick to the camera the sight of her golden pussy was enough for him to spurt and shoot his spunk over his naked belly and hand.

Herb hadn't made the connection for, as always, he had little attention for the TV, his focus was on Ian and he chuckled as once again he witnessed his friend enjoying the climax of a satisfying wank.

He leaned back against the sofa in anticipation of Ian doing the same to him for they had their own set of rules and conventions to follow and, thankfully Janice, his wife, had kindly unlocked his cock cage earlier when Ian had arrived.

Their next couple of hours passed in a haze of orgasmic bliss as they sat alongside each other; Ian wanking his fantasies as he watched the TV; Herb attending to his friend's needs in between stroking his little stubby cock. How they both loved their Friday evenings together. They were sports fans for all the wrong reasons.

******

Meantime Simone and Oskar were settling down to playing a few games of their own having both slipped off their clothes en route to the bedroom. She had straightaway taken up position on the bed while he in his fastidious fashion was folding his trousers and hanging them over the back of a chair.

He turned and gave a mock growl when he looked upon her naked form lying on the bed; she, in turn, licked her lips when she saw his cock beginning to stiffen as he moved towards her.

He wasted no time on preliminaries such as gentle foreplay and she did not expect him to for he had been away for more than his customary few days and it was clear that he was in desperate need for relief.

He knelt between her legs and she obligingly spread her legs and taking hold of his stiff fat cock guided it toward her wet warm cavern. The puffy lips parted as the purple knob of his now fully erect penis slipped inside her.

She gave an involuntary gasp of delight as the familiar invasion began; she was as horny as he was and she was grateful that he understood she had needs too. It took but a few pushes of his hips before his cock was nicely coated with a mixture of her juices and his pre-cum and soon they were into a well-lubricated fuck.

There was no ceremony and they were soon moaning and squealing as they met each other thrust for thrust. Simone had no difficulty accommodating his 10-inch cock and she delighted in feeling his balls slapping against her butt as he bottomed out on each stroke.

She had one, then two climaxes before she felt the familiar signs that he was also approaching his first climax. His cock began to feel even harder and somehow to grow further as he began to fuck her even faster. The giveaway was when he grunted, "I'm cumming," and with a final shove into her he let go with a torrent of spunk that must have filled her womb. She grabbed his cheeks and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him to her as tightly as she was able, "Oh thank you, thank you. I needed that. Welcome home."

He rolled off her and gasping for breath he lay alongside her as she dipped her fingers into her cunt. She slid her hand up and down her sopping slit and delighted in the feel of his hot slimy cum that had coated and filled her so completely.

She touched her erect clit and almost bought herself to yet another orgasm as she rubbed the nectar around the shiny button.

She looked across to him laying there and saw that his cock was just as saturated with their combined juices as it lay obscenely on his thigh. She never tired of looking at that powerful tool that even as it began to soften after having been used so effectively gave her shivers when she thought of the countless times she had been ravaged by him.

He gave her the look she knew so well and without being asked she leaned across and began to lick and clean him all the while keeping her hand between her thighs caressing her pussy. No surprises that the softening cock had a change of mind and began to stiffen once more.

Oskar, despite the agreeable circumstances that he now found himself in, was beginning to have doubts as to whether he was doing the right thing by embedding himself in more ways than one into the White's household.

As he lay there with Simone's mouth and tongue giving him the most delightful attention his thoughts were firmly on 'the grand plan' and he was unsure that committing himself so to the present situation was sensible. He had so many other options to explore that he didn't want to be backing himself into a corner from which might prove difficult to escape.

He pondered on that point and reached for the TV remote. With his now rampant cock filling Simone's mouth he switched on the wall-mounted flat-screen.

The glow of the screen and the trademark low-frequency hum caused Simone to pause and lift her head. She focused on the display and saw the familiar channel that was exclusive to Rhino subscribers fill the screen.

It was their 'adult' channel and Oskar made no apologies to her for the disturbance. Had she queried the reason he would have told her he was 'working' and checking what new content had been added over the past week by the technicians in the service centre when he had been out of town.

The stream of short videos began to run and Simone felt the excitement grow as she witnessed a procession of black men; white women; threesomes; gangbangs; masturbating lesbians; cumshots and every other combination of sexual activities that she loved to enjoy viewing.

To the background of the quiet hum of the TV and the frequent soundtrack of orgasming couples, she resumed giving Oskar oral attention as she gently masturbated herself. Once again she had entered that trance-like state and she had no recognition that many of the white women who featured in the explicit and sexually stimulating videos were, in fact, her friends, neighbours and their daughters.

It would have been pointless to ask how long she lay there sucking and stroking Oskar's magnificent black penis because her mind was in a place where time had no meaning. However, all good things must come to an end and her reverie was disturbed when Chloe popped her head through the door and said, "Hi Mum, I'm home ... oh, hi Oskar."

Chloe was completely non-plussed to find her mother and Oskar laying together in such a compromising situation for the same conditioning that held control over both her parents also exerted itself over her actions. She now accepted all the things which had taken place in her life as well as with her parents over the past few months was entirely normal behaviour. Indeed, she was so pleased to find them in bed together that it gave her the encouragement she needed to tell them about her wonderful and exciting evening.

She entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed hoping that her damp cheerleaders uniform wasn't going to make a mark on the bed covers. If her mother had asked why it was damp she was ready to tell her to wait, that she would explain.

Usually, Chloe was not the most articulate of girls (she suffered from the late teen affliction of a limited vocabulary coupled to a butterfly mind) consequently her account of the evening could have been open to misinterpretation.

Not so in this instance for the events were so firmly fixed in her mind from start to finish that she had no trouble recalling every detail. She related the following (in so many words) to her interested audience:

Earlier in the evening, the basketball game had come to an end with the Rhino team inflicting a crushing victory over their white opponents. The gym had been in a frenzied uproar having witnessed the show of superiority of black over white.

They had seen a display of muscular black young men in silken shorts who did little to hide their large cocks outlined beneath the shiny material and had captivated the minds of the women (and some of the men).

They had thrilled to the overt sexually charged performances by the cheerleaders. It was a triumph of a night's entertainment that left the female half of the audience lusting after some of the action that had been planted in their minds by the many Rhino phones that were in purses or pockets.

The men in the stands were similarly enthused by the visions of the young cheerleaders and everyone was itching to get home and in one way or another to follow through on those desires.

The game ended and the Rhinos did a circuit of the court waving their appreciation to their adoring fans. The cheerleaders joined in the merriment and everyone (other than the losing team) revelled in the attention.

The Rhinos left the court and went back to the changing rooms. With no attention being paid to segregation of the sexes Chloe tagged along with some of the other girls into the men's room where some of the players had already stripped off and were heading for the showers. She didn't hesitate and followed her particular favourite, Joshua, and took up position by the open shower stall.

She had been keeping her eye on him ever since she had joined the team and something inside had told her he was the one to whom she should be especially nice.

He smiled at her as he stepped under the steaming spray and with the water streaming down he beckoned her to come closer. She needed no encouragement but in her enthusiasm forgot she was still dressed. She stepped forward and then sprang back as she realized her error.

Reluctant to get her uniform any wetter so she quickly pulled off her halter top, boots and skirt before returning to join him in an embrace. She was gratified to feel that he was already hard as his stiff cock pressed against her belly and pantie-covered pussy.

He was excited to feel her stiff nipples pressing against his chest and he reached down and slipped a hand between her open thighs, teased her panties aside and was even more excited when his fingers felt inside her hot pussy that she was as wet as the hot water that was splashing over them both.

Chloe melted against his muscular frame and held him tightly to save herself from falling such was the weakness that suddenly affected her legs. She wiggled as his fingers probed inside her most private place and sighed as he began to tenderly finger fuck her

Her sighs turned to moans of passion as she felt the familiar stirrings of an approaching climax that usually resulted from her games using her collection of sex toys but this time the sensations took on a different slant for it was the very first time she had allowed a boy, and a stranger at that, to get inside her panties and it was glorious.

She humped against his hand urging him to probe deeper and then she felt his other hand caress and squeeze her bare tit that was enough to tip her over the climatic edge. She came and came hard.

Josh was a little taken aback at how quickly this had happened, this beautiful white girl whom he had never before met following him into the shower and virtually throwing herself at him and letting him have his way and to do what he wished.