Chapter 5
KENYA
Veronica
"Africa of all places! In Italy I was rare enough because of my blondeness but here I'm quite unique.
"I've talked with the other girls and they claim that they've never even kissed a black much less shacked up with him. This is going to be an unusual experience for all of us ... including the young black boys.
"I was the first to go boy-hunting like the Great White Sister. Instead of making it with some of the boys who worked the hotel I went out into the bush country with camera in hand to photograph the wild life. Don't let the term 'bush country' throw you because I only took a cab to the city limits and then walked the rest of the way. The wildest thing I saw was a rather lazy pet monkey that was owned by a bike repairman.
"It may seem dangerous to you, a white woman wandering around 'darkest Africa' alone but Kenya seemed more like the parks I've been back home ... sans the muggers. I took some pictures and I'm enclosing them in this letter. You'll notice one of a young black boy wearing a pair of tattered shorts and nothing else. His name is Jacomo and he is fourteen years old. I took this picture a half hour before I seduced him.
"Jacomo works for his uncle who owns that bicycle repair shop I've just mentioned. After I took a picture of the pet monkey the lad pleaded with me to take a picture of him. He seemed such an endearing boy that I decided to make him my lover so I hinted that I'd take his picture later on which made him trail after me. My purpose was to get the boy away from his uncle and the huts in the vicinity. As I walked deeper into Africa I looked around for nice, private spots where a respectable American woman could screw a young black stud.
"I came upon this small ravine which looked promising and told the boy I wanted to take a few pictures down there. He thought I was crazy because it was too dark in the hole to take a picture and, besides, there was nothing to photograph. When I walked down into the ravine I realized that it was a perfect spot and I had the perfect boy. All I needed was a little boldness. 'Jacomo,' I said, 'Would you like to make some money?'
"He quickly said he would without asking me what was expected of him. I told him I wanted him to take pictures of me and he was happy to oblige because he was a camera buff. I put in a new roll and posed against a dead tree. The boy snapped the picture. Getting down to business and told him to take off his shirt so I could take his picture. The lad readily complied and posed with his bare, dark chest exposed. This is the picture I've enclosed with this letter. A cute kid, isn't he? Look at those huge, soft eyes so full of innocence. He only had a half hour of virginity left when this picture was taken.
"'Now you take one of me naked from the waist up,' I said and removed my blouse and bra as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"The young black stud gaped at my bare breasts as I posed. I didn't think he could be too shocked because I was sure that he had seen naked breasts before. After all, every time I look into my copies of National Geographic there are pictures of bare-breasted women in countries like Kenya. So far I hadn't seen a single breast in Africa save my own which either meant National Geographic was out-dated or Kenya was ahead of the rest of Africa.
"Once the boy snapped my picture I asked him to take off the rest of his clothes so I could take a nude of him. He was hesitant out of modesty but not a lack of desire for I could see his pants bulge at the crotch. 'Come on now, Jacomo,' I said. 'You wanted me to take pictures of you and that's exactly what I'm doing. Wouldn't you like to earn some money to buy your own camera?'
"This twin assault of money and sex overcame his modesty and off came his pants. The fourteen year old had an erection and he placed his hands over it as if ashamed to reveal the fact of his sexual arousal. I brought his hands away and took another picture. I would have sent it to you but I'm afraid I'd get busted for sending pornography through the mail.
"I handed the boy the camera and took off the rest of my clothes. When I posed for a frontal shot the lad just stood there gazing at me with those big, innocent eyes.
'Come on now, Jacomo,' I teased. 'Don't be so shy. Snap the picture."
"The poor boy's hands shook as he aimed the camera. His sex organ fairly waved by itself with damned up passion as he took my picture. Now that we were both naked I dropped the camera as a useful prop. It had already served its purpose.
"'You're a handsome boy, Jacomo,' I told him while slipping a hand over his satiny skin. 'I would love to buy your body."
"He placed his dark hands on my white flesh. 'Same with me,' he said as he grasped my breasts and vagina.
"I brought our clothes together and lay on them. I urged the fourteen year old boy to place his body on top of mine. He hesitated out of modesty again. He told me that he had never made love to a female before. This is as good a time to start as any,' I said. 'Who knows, I may change your luck."
"My husband used to kid me about white men who had sex with black girls to 'change their luck' and this is what made me think of that phrase. Although I was never sure that my husband went so far as to have a black girl himself I was going to have me a black stud of fourteen.
"The lad put his body on mine and I spread my legs to take in the dark candle of his sex organ. I started the motion going by pushing upwards against him and he soon picked up the tempo. What is it that they say about blacks having a wonderful sense of rhythm?
"Jacomo's male member was the right size for his age but he used it like a grown man. Although a virgin he quickly got the hang of fornication and pushed into me with gusto.
"A slight wind blew across the top of the small ravine and I wondered what would happen if his family caught us like this. Having sex with a teenaged boy was bad enough but, having sex with a boy of another color and in his own country compounded the error. Yet all this danger made the affair that much more exciting. I was having intercourse outdoors in Africa with a teenaged stud and it was something that I would remember for the rest of my life. I could also understand that Jacomo would hardly forget this experience, too. He may go through life thinking that all blonde, white women had a yen for his dark flesh.
"The boy kept pushing against me until he spilled out his orgasm. I held him close and stroked his smooth, young skin as he flooded me with his first venture into sex. When it was over I gave him enough money to buy a camera of his own and then dressed.
"We walked out of the ravine and the boy was still stunned by the sudden and thrilling demand I had just made upon him so he didn't speak-I wanted to walk around for awhile to have him work off the sexual tension that still gripped his young body. I used up the rest of the roll in the camera and allowed him to use the next roll of film himself. When I gave him the camera he suggested that we could find another nice spot away from prying eyes to take nude shots of one another.
"I patted him on the cheek. 'Some other time, Jacomo,' I answered. 'I want to see how the ones we made came out first."
"After the boy had used up the new rool of film we walked back to the city limits where I hailed a cab. As I drove off I looked behind me to see the young lad standing there in the dust and heat of Africa. I suddenly thought of the boy I had met in London. He, too, had stood sadly in the road as I drove off in a cab. I guess there isn't much difference between whites and blacks, after all.
"When I got back to the hotel I bought the chemicals and equipment to do my own developing since cameras have long been a hobby of mine. The ones I took came out clear but Jacomo had a lot to learn about being a photographer. In the first place he had to train himself not to allow emotion disturb his work. While his pictures of the African landscape came out well enough the ones he made of me were terrible. It was clear that his hands shook when he took the shot of me with my breasts exposed and, when he took the one of me in the complete nude, he missed entirely and came up with a fuzzy picture of a dead tree.
"Veronica and Jane were delighted over the picture I took of the boy with his erection and I made copies for them. They wanted me to send a copy to you but I'll wait until we get back to America before you see the shot of my first black lover in his upright glory."
Slone.
"Since that bad experience with Vincente I've been going after younger boys. I can handle a fourteen year old but these boys in their latter teens can be pretty rough.
"Veronica showed me a picture she took of a cute lad she met outside the city limits and I felt like going out there and making him myself. But, no sloppy seconds for this gal. I wanted to find my own black virgin.
"I walked around the city until I came upon not one but hundreds of young boys. They were playing soccer in a ball park that was attached to a school. Not everyone was on the field, of course; most of them were in the stands. When I took a seat the lads looked at me and smiled, their white teeth gleaming against their dark faces. Because the English had ruled Kenya as they had ruled Egypt I didn't have to resort to hand signals to make myself clear and spoke to everyone in my native tongue.
"Most of the boys, in the field and on the seats, were between the ages of twelve and fifteen. I had my pick and I felt like a cow suddenly being let loose in her own private pasture. (A rather masochistic simile, I realize, but you get the picture.)
"I sat in the bleachers until the game ended and the players left the field. The ball park began to empty out quickly and I knew I had to be even faster if I wanted to take one of these lads to my bosom.
"A fist fight broke out between two boys and the others stood around to watch and cheer. One of the lads was slightly older and bigger so he was giving the other one a wicked beating. Not thinking about romance at that moment I rushed in to stop the battle. The younger boy's nose was bloody and I gave him my handkerchief. There were tears in his eyes but I could see that he was holding them back so he wouldn't disgrace himself in front of his friends and enemies. I shooed the crowd away, still not thinking of the lad as a lover, and led him over to the bleachers. The park emptied out after I broke up the fight and, when the boy realized none of the other lads were watching, he cried.
"The mother in me made me embrace the lad who was fourteen and thus more child than man. He didn't even want me to look at his tears and darted under the bleachers. He opened a door to a wooden shack and vanished inside. When I looked in I found that it was a storage hut. Shovels, rakes, hoes, and other tools used to keep the park in order were stacked against the walls. It was only at that exact moment did I realize I had the time, the place and the boy. I closed the door and latched it shut. The storage hut wasn't the neatest or the most romantic spot in the world but it would suffice.
"I allowed the boy to weep himself out so that my handkerchief became soaked with his blood, sweat and tears, to use a Churchillian phrase. When he calmed down he saw the mess he had made of my handkerchief and apologized for it.
"'Don't let that worry you,' I told him. 'What was that fight about anyhow?'
"He sniffed. 'That boy said he don't want me to see his sister anymore."
"This was encouraging. He was a lover and not a fighter. I put my arm around his shoulders. 'Do you have many girlfriends?' I wanted to know.
"'Only that one,' he answered. 'Now I don't have her anymore."
"I hugged him and kissed his cheek. 'I'll be your girlfriend,' I offered.
For the first time the lad realized my interest in him was something more than maternal. 'You?' he asked furrowing his dark brow. 'You are white and ... and ... '
"'Old?' I said making it easy for him. in my country women my age make love to boys your age all the time."
"This bit of information both shocked and interested him. He wanted to learn all about love in America and I filled him in with a lot of self-serving lies about how older women teach boys how to make love as a matter of course and about all the boys I've introduced to sex over the years. 'After I break a boy in I give him money,' I added. 'Boys always need money for one thing or the other. I'll bet you can use some?'
"When he admitted that he could I made my offer. 'Let me teach you love and I'll pay you,' I said. 'I haven't done this since I left my country and I need the practice."
"He shrugged his shoulders, looked at his shoes and mumbled: 'Okay."
"I helped him out of his clothes. His body was rather flabby and soft which proved to me he was better in bed than in the field of sports or battle. His skin was very dark and smooth and his sex organ was almost blue-black; an iron rod sticking straight up at me. Unable to resist him any longer I went to my knees and brought my mouth down on this black rod. The boy's entire body jumped slightly when I made this move but he allowed me to fellate him probably believing that this was the way Americans first made love to young boys.
"His sex organ was sizeable and thick. As I mouthed him I thought of all the girls he will make happy in the future with it. If he were so well-endowed at the age of fourteen I could just imagine what he will be like when he reaches maturity.
"The boy put his hands against my cheeks and tried to pull out of my mouth. I cupped my hands over his soft rear and forced him in deeper and held on until he shot out his orgasm. The warmth of his youthful sperm filled my entire being along with my mouth and I fellated him until there was no more left to give.
"I stood up and chucked him under his chin. 'Do they do that in your country?' I asked.
"'Yes,' he admitted, 'but I thought only sissy men did it to each other and boys. Once a man tried to do it to me but I wouldn't let him."
"'Don't let men do it to you,' I said. 'Women are much nicer. Did you like it?'
"'Yes ... very much."
"That was only the first lesson. That's the way women prove that a boy's thing works. Here is the next lesson."
"I took off my clothes and the lad's blue-black rod stirred again as he saw my breasts and vagina. 'You're so white? He gasped as he reached out to touch me.
"'Are white women so different from black women?' I wanted to know.
"He shrugged. 'I never saw a woman without clothes before."
"'Then this is your next lesson: women all over the world have the same kind of bodies just as men do. We have different colors, that's all."
"The youngster was very attentive to my lessons in anatomy and social science. I allowed him to examine my body with his hands and he kept sticking his fingers into the opening between my legs. I took his half-erect organ in my hand and manipulated it at the same time. He aroused rapidly and was ready for intercourse.
"There was no place to lie down because the wooden floor was muddy. I pressed the lad against a wall wanting to be the aggressor all the way. I clamped his dark young body between my pale thighs and impaled myself upon his rod of passion.
"I did all the moving while I kept him pinned against the wall. I pumped my lower torso up and down and pushed my nipples into his chest. He grasped my buttocks and his fingers kept opening and closing on my flesh With each pumping motion I made.
"Once more he had another rich, full orgasm and I kept pumping as he spilled out his virile life. I held the sexual contact until his fleshy rod grew soft with gratification. I kissed his thick lips and then whispered in his ear: 'Now you have loved. This is something most friends your age can't say."
"We dressed and I gave the boy what amounted to eight dollars in his country. As always the lad didn't seem as interested in the money as he was in me. We walked out of the hut and I was surprised to find that some of the older boys had already started a game of soccer with people watching them from the bleachers. Any one of them could've come into the storage hut during the intercourse. When I left the space beneath the bleachers with the boy some blacks looked at us wonderingly. What reason would a mature white woman have to be with a young black boy? I know that, no matter what answer they gave themselves, they would never come up with the right one.
"I walked the boy to a bus stop and he suddenly remembered my handkerchief. He gave it back to me and, once again, apologized for its condition. I didn't mind. Now I not only had his blood, sweat and tears but his sperm as well. I did Churchill one better."
Jane
"Do black males have longer sex organs than white males? I've heard that they do but never realized I'd be in a position (in more ways than one) to find out for myself.
"I think I'm the most adventurous one of the group because I always seem to be wandering further afield than the other two divorcees. I was a torn boy as a kid so I guess there is a lot of that still left in me. Since I didn't want to spend my time in Africa in cities I rented a Land Rover (sort of a jeep station wagon made in Britian) and told the girls I'd be away for a couple of days. They objected so I offered to take them along. They didn't object to my leaving all that much so I started out on a private journey of my own into the wilder country.
"The people who rented me the Land Rover also gave me detailed maps so I knew I wouldn't get lost. I intended to sleep in the Land Rover because it was set up with a cot and food supplies. I looked forward to my first night in the 'bush' as they call it here.
"I knew better than to drive after sundown so, an hour or so before it got dark, I parked near a flowing stream. One of the reasons I choose the spot was for its natural wonders ... a bunch of naked boys swimming.
"I observed the lads through field glasses and paid special attention to their sexual development. From what I could see their organs, or various sizes, were no bigger than the ones I had come in such intimate contact with thus far. The boys were in their teens and I wondered how I would go about becoming intimate with one of them. As it turned out I didn't become intimate with only one.
"It was a glorious sunset like the kind you see in Tarzan movies. I gathered some wood and made a fire. As a former torn boy who loved camping out I was in my element.
"The great ball of the sun slipped behind the trees and the night became filled with the sounds of nocturnal insects calling to one another. Love was in the air. I had just got a pot of coffee going over the fire when figures began to appear near the stream. The naked boys had come attracted by the fire as moths to a flame.
"There were four of them and they didn't bother to hide their nudity. They edged closer to me with their limp sex organs swinging but without any exhibitionism. They simply accepted nakedness as a normal state.
"I smiled at them and they came right up to the fire which played shadows on their fine figures. I had some cookies so I handed them the box. The lads smiled broadly at this show of friendship and passed the cookies around. While they did speak English they obviously hadn't been school taught. They were they country cousins of the city sophisticates (comparitively speaking) of the boys Veronica and. Slone had met. Those boys had been a bit self-conscious about revealing their bodies but these lads had not been 'civilized' into inhibitions as yet.
"The four naked boys sat about the fire and tended it to show me that they weren't just free loaders. They seemed surprised, however, by the fact I appeared to be alone. 'You have no man, lady?' the oldest boy, who was sixteen, asked.
"'No, I have no man,' I told him. 'I need no man."
"They huddled together and whispered. Suddenly they all laughed. I knew that they were talking about me and had mentioned something sexy.
"I asked them a few personal questions and discovered that they all lived in a nearby village but, like myself, were spending the night outdoors. Now I knew I just had to have one of them but which one? The youngest was a small, pretty lad of fourteen who had hardly any pubic hair; the next two were a year older and were twins down to the length of their male members; the sixteen year old, who appeared to be the self-elected spokesman of the group, was handsome with a broad chest and completely developed sex organs. Since all four seemed to come as a set I knew it would be hard to single out one for love-making. The thought of making all four of them hadn't yet passed through my mind. I guess I'm just not the greedy type.
"The lads were very polite and offered to cook some fish they had caught for me. I allowed them to use my fire and it appeared that I was going to have the lads for company all through the night. As a woman who had been brought up in crime-ridden America I naturally wondered about being attacked, robbed and even killed. I had to remember that I was not in my own country and these boys probably entertained no such thoughts.
"I loaned the lads some cooking equipment and they laughed as they made a meal of fish. As the honored guest I was given first pick. Fish isn't my favorite food but I didn't want to hurt them by turning it down. I was surprised that it tasted so well and offered the naked blacks some coffee. We all had a fine time just sitting, eating and talking and my fears about being attacked began to vanish.
"After the meal the boys took a dip in the water. They waved and shouted at me to join them. My face burnt as I imagined myself swimming naked in the moonlight with these lads. Nudity was something that they accepted without special notice so I saw no reason why I should pretend to be so reserved. I removed my clothes and walked into the stream which was delightfully cool. The moon was full and the night cloudless so that the whole area was lit up in greenish light. My heart beat faster as the boys bumped their naked bodies into mine and swam about me. Although I was naked with them they still did not look upon me in a sexual way for their organs still lay limp between their legs. It was a curious adventure to splash around in the African moonlight with four strapping young bucks. I felt as if I were thousands of years back in time before the first sexual hang-up was invented.
"When I strode out of the water the boys followed. I went to the Land Rover and picked up a towel to dry myself. I handed a couple more out to the boys and they laughed as they dried one another's body.
"I should have put some clothes on then but I didn't want to. I wanted to play the native girl so I placed some more wood on the fire and sat between the twins. The fifteen year old lads pressed in close to me still without sexual intent. They only wanted to get warm as it was getting chilly fast. 'Where will you all sleep?' I wanted to know.
"'Right here near the fire,' one of the twins answered.
"'But won't you all be cold?'
"He grinned. 'The morning will be warm,' he said.
"I thought of how much room I had in the Land Rover. I knew that I could easily accommodate one of the lads so I selected the youngest to be my guest. 'Come with me,' I said to him holding out my hand. 'Sleep in the automobile."
"The lad took my hand shyly and I walked over to the Land Rover. I took out the cot and spread the two, thin mattresses I had on it over the floor of the cab. I moved away some of my belongings so that we had plenty of room. There were only two blankets so I knew I couldn't split them up amongst five people and decided to keep them for myself and the fourteen year old.
"As soon as I had the naked lad under the blankets he put his arms around me with that innocence he had been displaying thus far. In his village he probably slept in the arms of older women like this without sexual intercourse resulting in the contact so he was not awed by the fact that our naked bodies touched under the blankets.
"Now that I had singled out my stud from the pack I didn't want to waste time. I took his soft sex organ with my hand and played with it as if I were only teasing him without the intention of going further.
"The fourteen year old nestled his head into my neck and played with one of my breasts. He began to react sexually and I felt his flesh engorge in my hand. I also felt him gradually becoming aware that I desired intimate contact. I threw one of my legs over him and brought his body closer against mine. Our genitals touched. The boy pushed against me and I rolled over on my back with him on top. As he fell upon me he also fell into me. His aroused flesh emeshed with mine in a single, swift stroke.
"As young as he was I don't believe the boy was a virgin. As he had accepted nudity as natural so he seemed to accept sex. The black lad raised and lowered his body as he began to have intercourse with me and I clutched him hungrily.
"His motions were not clumsy but swift and sure. My hands played over his smooth back and buttocks as he kept the sexual tempo going. When I tried to kiss him on the lips he drew his head back. I then realized that kissing was unknown in his particular tribe. At least I had something to teach him. When he climaxed I pressed my lips hard against his and, swept up by this high moment of passion, he now understood that the meeting of lips was a sign of sexual desire.
"Someone came into the cab just as the sexual act was completed. It was one of the twins. He had caught us locked in the erotic position! Instead of mocking me or making any kind of comment he slipped next to me under the blanket. He shivered and pressed up against my body.
"The fourteen year old slid off my body and pressed in on me from the other side so I turned and faced the fifteen year old. We reached out and embraced one another at the same time. The younger boy also put his arms around me and I could feel his now soft tube of flesh resting between my butt halves but making no attempt to engage in anal intercourse. Perhaps, I thought, sodomy was as alien to them as kissing.
"Fornication was obviously not alien to the boys because the fifteen year old urged his stiff flesh into my slit and started to rut while we were facing one another on our sides.
"In the midst of this sexual activity the other two boys climbed into the cab. They got under the blanket which made for a tight yet not too uncomfortable squeeze. The oldest boy lay next to the one I was having intercourse with while the other twin lay next to the fourteen year old. To make more room I pressed down on the lad and continued the sexual contact. The boy seemed surprised that I had taken over the male position but he smiled to express his enjoyment of the unique form of intercourse. To add to his pleasure I pressed my lips against his just as he spewed his sperm into my body.
"The other boys pressed in closer, aroused and wanting. As soon as I lifted myself off the fifteen year old the oldest boy took his place, back against the floor of the cab, wanting to enjoy the female position in intercourse along with my kissing.
"The sixteen year old had a mighty organ and it seemed to glow in the dark with the greenish color the moon had painted on it. I knelt with my knees on either side of the lad's hips and lowered my cleft down on his erect manhood.
"I had an audience of three as the naked black boys just sat about staring and grunting to themselves with sensual joy. The oldest boy was anxious for his first kiss (if not his first sexual intercourse) and reached up to me with his arms. I kissed him hard on the lips and kept pumping my vagina down along the length of his sex part.
"I had the urge to open my mouth and give him a French kiss but I thought I had already corrupted the lads enough. They would all learn these erotic specialties in due time.
"The sixteen year old had an orgasm which seemed to hit me so hard that I thought I would be lifted off his lust-filled male member. We kissed harder and I stopped pumping until I had taken in the entire supply of his virile fluid.
"When this boy moved away I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide apart. I wanted the female position now. The remaining boy, the fifteen year old twin, seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't have the same kind of fun as his friends had but he didn't waste time with remorse. He shoved his meat into my sexual opening and rutted wildly. It was if he had been primed all along just watching his friends have their intercourse and now he was bursting at the seams to get his.
"The blankets were off us entirely now and the green moonlight made our bodies glow. The naked blacks pressed in close to watch their friend in action. His rear moved up and down so quickly it became a blur. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and stopped. He shot his male fluid deep into my flesh.
"The night grew colder and a cloud went past the moon. We all wanted sleep now and gathered together in a bunch under the blankets. During the night hands and lips caressed me as I burrowed deeper under this pile of naked black boys.
"In the morning we all climbed out of the Land Rover and went swimming. As the sun rose the world became warm again and we built another fire just to cook breakfast. I made some coffee and handed the boys buttered bread. 'Don't have to catch fish this morning,' the youngest boy said.
"I felt that it was time for me to return to my own tribe and packed all my things back into the Land Rover. I dressed and ceased being the child of nature.
"I handed all the boys some coins which amounted to no more than two dollars in American money. Think of that ... fifty cents per boy! It had been my cheapest affair so far. As I drove away I relived the actions of the previous night in my mind. I had actually made it with four young boys at the same time! It was a most unusual night but the most unusual thing about it was I didn't think it strange. Those boys had been so simple, direct and honest that my only reaction to my mass affair was ... I had been one with nature. And, what is so strange about that?"