African Heat-someone else's story-But good. Part 1

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The battered old twin-engine plane touched down on the
dirt landing strip. The wheels kicked up billowing clouds
of dust as the plane bounced toward the shack that served
as the International Airport on the outskirts of Kigali.
I had arrived in Rwanda.
I checked through customs and told the official I was in
his country to study Gorillas in the Virunga Mountains.
He gave me an angry look and I thought I was going to
have trouble, but he stamped my passport and let me go.
I found a taxi outside and tried to get comfortable on
the sticky plastic upholstery. I thought of my great
adventure. I had just finished my undergraduate work in
Zoology at Oxford and had traveled to Rwanda to follow my
dream of fieldwork before I started my graduate studies.
My name is Jane Grover. I had just turned twenty-three
and had no attachments to anyone except an aging and
sickly Aunt back home in Wessex. My parents had died in
an accident two years past, and with my inheritance I was
a woman of means free to do what I pleased. I had just
finished the finest education an upper class English
woman could receive and I was sure I would find my life's
work and passion in the jungle mountains that lay before
me.
I purchased a battered old Rover the next day for a
scandalously high price and purchased the remaining few
items I needed to add to my kit as well. The next day I
left hot and dirty Kigali behind me and headed West.
I was stopped by Army roadblocks repeatedly. At several I
was told to turn back to the city where I would be safe.
I was told that the mountains were dangerous, especially
for a woman alone.
I was polite and smiled and lied about being expected at
Karisoke Centre. They always let me go and no one really
bothered me. I drove through several Hutu villages filled
with squalid huts and surprisingly clean and attractive
natives.
As I drove I started to get glimpses of two mountains
which I believed were Mt. Karisimbi and Mt. Visoke. I
knew that Karisoke Centre would be found on a high saddle
between the two mountains. There was only one trail and
it led me straight to Karisoke.
Several native men dressed only in baggy shorts
surrounded my Rover as I got out and asked for the
director. They told me the lady was not there in passable
English. The lady was on the mountain. I sat in the shade
of a tree and waited.
As evening approached a woman brought me some food and I
thanked her. I was surprised that her only garment was a
long wrap around skirt. Her upper body was bare, and her
beautiful breasts glistened as though they had been
oiled.
She smiled shyly and squatted down as I ate. She was very
beautiful with high cheekbones and graceful nose. I tried
to talk to her but she would only smile at me. It was
growing dark and I thought of getting my sleeping roll
from the Rover when a woman emerged from the trees and
walked toward me.

 

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Part-2

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she asked in
an unfriendly tone. She had an angry look on her thin
face. I told her my name was Jane Grover and I had come
in hope of working for her.
She glared at me and said, "I do not take help. I don't
need you. Please leave now."
I told her I was trained in Zoology and wanted to help
her in any way I could. I told her I would do anything
for the chance to work for her. I went on and on about my
dreams of becoming a Zoologist as she was, and about my
dreams and my passion for the Mountain Gorillas. I got
carried away, babbling like an adolescent till she
shushed me. She gave me a long hard look that made me
feel vulnerable and somehow ******* and afraid to say
anything more.
Finally she said, "You can't leave tonight. It is unsafe
to travel after dark. Poachers would have you before you
got ten miles from here. You can sleep in that shed over
there and we can talk in the morning."I said, "Thank you Doctor."
She smiled for the first time and said, "My name is Dian.
I'm tired and going to bed. Goodnight Jane Grover."
I said good night to her retreating back and took my
sleeping things into the small shack. I lay awake
thinking I didn't have a chance. She wouldn't accept me.
I resolved to beg if I had to. I really would do anything
to stay here with her.
The next morning Dian gave me tea and we sat on the steps
of her cottage and talked. She asked me about myself and
I told her my life's history. She told me she could use
help but doubted I was tough enough to accept the life
here.I tried to object and tell her I could do anything, but
she told me to listen to her. She gave me that hard look
that had troubled me the night before and I shrank into
silence. She told me that there were thirty Hutu at
Karisoke. Twenty men and ten women. They stayed here to
work because she paid them and have intercourse with
them.
She saw the confused look on my face and told me she
meant that she had sexual intercourse with them. All of
them. "They stay because I am a white woman and they love
fucking white women."I was shocked beyond belief. This couldn't be true. She told me that if I stayed here I would be their plaything
too. It was the only way they would allow me to remain in
there territory. She told me that the men would protect
me from outsiders as long as I took them as lovers. She
asked me if I was willing to let twenty men fuck me in
public bent over a rock or a fence to stay here.
The idea assaulted my brain it was not possible. I could
not imagine an Englishwoman being capable of such acts.
It was so disgusting and so primitive. Primitive. The
thought sent a parallel thought through my mind. I wanted
to experience a primitive life. That was one of the
strongest aspects of my dream of Africa, but this way was
shocking beyond anything I could ever imagine. I needed
time to think. I asked her if she really did that with
all the men here. She said, "Three or four a day."
As mind shattering as the idea was I believed her.
"And the women will have you too," she said. "If you want
to stay here and work with me and the Gorillas take off
your clothes right now and," she pulled a towel off the
railing beside her and threw it in my lap, "walk through
the compound down to the stream and bathe. If anyone, man
or woman, touches you no matter how or where, let them.
If they push you to the ground, open for them without a
trace of resistance." Tears ran from my eyes. This was impossible. I was so
confused. It was as if reality had become suspended and I
stood apart and watched myself stand and unbutton my
shirt and remove it, and the camisole beneath it, and my
shorts, and my drenched underpants. I bent to unlace my
boots but she told me to leave them on. I stood there
looking at her. The nipples on my breasts had grown hard.
Natural lubrication ran down my inner thighs. I was glued
to her hard look. She lifted her seat from the step and
pulled down her loose shorts and I looked into her wet
open sex as she sat back. "Lick me," she said.
Not knowing what else to do I knelt down in the African
sun and my tongue found her moist places and made them
wetter. The strokes of my tongue grew longer and more
demanding until I was probing from her clitoris to her
brown flower. I was totally lost in a passion I had never
dreamt of. She made a guttural sound and flooded my mouth
with.She reached down and pulled me up by my face and down on
top of her and into her open lips. She licked my face
clean of what she had put there.
I felt torn in half and strangely whole at the same time.
The feeling between my legs felt like was buzzing bees
trying to escape. She pushed me up and rose. She took my
hand and we walked toward the group of men who had
gathered to watch us. She didn't seem embarrassed that
she was naked from the waist down.

She stopped in front of six men and told them my name was
Jane and I would do anything they demanded of me to be
allowed to stay here. She gave my hand to the biggest man
and he lifted me high in the air, and many hands touched
me and caressed me, and a hand even thrust between my
legs and into me.

I was laid on the hot earth and the man knelt between my
legs and shoved himself into me, and another entered my
mouth, and fingers pushed open my flower and they settled
into a steady pace of ravishment. Man after man filling
me and driving me to orgasm after orgasm until my mind
left my body.

I awoke to gentle touches by women's hands that explored
my body and touched my light hair. There was an
overwhelming scent in the air. The women lifted me and
held me erect and propelled me through the compound and
down to a small stream where they lowered me into a pool
of clear water and caressed and cleaned me of the dust
and the mud we had made, and the fluids that had crusted
upon my skin. Then I was taken wet from the stream and
into a hut in the compound and pushed down on a mat where
I fell asleep.

I awoke in the night with a woman's tongue between my
legs licking me as I had licked Dian, and mouths sucking
at each of my breasts. I came again and again till I
********** or fell asleep I know not which.

The next morning the women fed me like a baby and rubbed
oil into my raw flesh. They took me out into the bright
hot sun and walked me through the compound introducing me
to the inhabitants I had not met the day before. Many
touched my naked flesh and my hair. They could not stop
touching the blonde hair on my mound.

They were utterly fascinated by me. By the time we made
our way to Dian's cottage my thighs were running wet
again. Dian and a big man I had seen among the group who
had used me the day before came out of her cottage. They
were both naked below the waste and Dian's shirt was
unbuttoned. There were red circles on her breasts and
stomach. Her breasts were much smaller than mine and
where mine were full and round hers were small and
pointed. Her dark bush was matted with a grimy white
crust and white fluid seeped from her labial lips. The
men and women left us there and went about there duties.

Dian told me that during the day I would help the women
with domestic duties. Washing clothes, cooking, tending
the gardens. I would be taken during the day by many men
and in the evening by many more. At night I would sleep
with the women if ten women would let me sleep.

Dian would spend time with me teaching me about the
Gorillas. Their mannerisms, how to approach them and move
among them. It would be done slowly over time until it
was ingrained in my mind. A wrong move, a sudden move
could cause a charge from a male or a female if I got too
close to her offspring.

 

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Part-4

My favorite pulled my hands behind me and bound my
wrists, and my elbows. My breast were thrust forward.
Dian returned with a length of golden chord and bound
each of my breasts so tight the chord disappeared into my
flesh. My breasts seemed to swell larger, the nipples
stood out an inch. The beat.

A woman put a stick of ebony sideways between my teeth
like a horse's bit. On each end of the stick a chord
which joined each other forming a rope about six feet
long. An ebony shaft about three feet long with a Y
shaped notch at each end was placed between my thighs
just above my knees and bound.

They helped me to walk, half dragging, half carrying me
toward the large fire that burned in the centre of the
compound. They stopped just behind the ring of people and
pushed me to my knees. My favorite said do not drop the
stick and she was gone. The beat increased. I could feel
it. I was so open, so *******, on fire wanting what I had
never dreamed of. A man strode to me with a stone jar.
Another pulled the stick from my mouth, and pulled my
hair back tilting my face up. The man poured liquid into
my open mouth. Not much, just a little. Then a little
more. It burned my throat and my belly.

I peed on the ground between my legs. The man held his
hand in my flow and then raised it over my mouth and
poured it down my throat the rope was tied around my
throat and the stick placed between my teeth and a man
slowly pulled me forward. I tried to crawl on my knees
but fell forward smashing my bound breasts.

Something lashed my ass and I crawled like a snake into
the ring. The lash beating my ass until my body was in
the center before the fire. I was lifted to my knees with
my face held in the dirt by a bare foot. The stick was
taken from my mouth and inserted slowly in my oiled rear
opening. An orgasm washed over me making me moan loudly.

 

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Part 5

The stick was thrust deeper to the beat of the drum. I
felt the sting of a lash on my ass repeated quickly and
again two men, one on each side of me were whipping my
ass to the beat of the drum. The stick never lost the
pulse. It quickened. It ebbed. It quickened.

My eyes were shut tight to stop the spinning of all
around me I could feel the shaft in my ass and the blows.
And it stopped. Someone started a song in their language.
An orgasm started deep in my belly and built to a
screeching howling wail. I t would not stop the orgasm
would not stop. It went on and on. I felt my insides on
fire I was turning inside out. It never stopped... The
stick was removed. I wanted it back.I moaned over its loss and I continued my orgasm. Something was poured on my ass that dripped down the
crack and filled my open sex. I heard a snarl and a bark,
and a pack of dogs was on me sniffing, and licking, and
nipping my thighs, my ass, my breasts, my arms. A tongue
roughly liked my open sex and the cleft of my ass.

It nipped and licked and climbed on top of me. A blunt
object pushed into my open lips and in one swift thrust
was buried deep inside me. I tried to understand what was
happening but my mind swirled given over to the rapid
thrusting of something very large, very hot deep into my
belly. I grew lightheaded. The never ending orgasm
brought me back. There were dogs, I think they were dogs
on either side of me chewing and licking my breasts. I
felt something shoot inside me with terrible force.

The thing inside me was pulled out so fast I felt my
insides go with it. Another animal mounted my back and
thrust deep inside me. The drum beat and again. To the
time of the animal fucking me. I thrust back to meet it
in time with the pulse. I ********** and came to again
and again.

I was always filled with something or someone fucking
deep inside me. The orgasmic contractions never ceased. I
became aware that nothing was touching me nothing was
inside me. I was laying on a mat by the fire. I tried to
sit up and a woman helped me. Cool water poured into my
mouth. I was helped to stand. There was no stick between
my thighs. My breasts and arms were not bound. People all
around me were naked, glistening with oil in the fire
light.

A voice, Dian's voice asked me if I needed anything. I
heard a small voice, not my voice coming from inside me
say I need to be fucked. A loud cheer went through the
crowd I was lifted into the air by many hands and impaled
on a thick cock. Another entered my ass and drove in to
the hilt. I was lifted and pulled back again and again. I
saw other women being lifted between two men as I was.
All I could see were women fucked front and back.

 

[accepted]

oh my god, that was wonderful and so erotic