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The Preparation of Louise
by Author on Africa (author@uwclub.net)
***
A pretty white teenager in Africa answers the door when
her parents are away... she really shouldn't have...
(MMF, intr, 1st, orgy)
***
Louise preened before the mirror. The new mini looked
terrific, or at least her shapely legs looked terrific.
She would not normally have dared wear such a mini-
skirt if her father were at home. The skirt hugged her
hips tightly. It was 9 inches above her knees. Her lacy
panties would not remain hidden if bent over, or if she
sat down. Thankfully her parents had just left half an
hour ago for a weekend in the Eastern Highlands and
Louise could indulge her erotic daydreams.
Louise turned to admire herself. She had much to
admire. At 18, Louise had the figure of an older woman,
at least in the bust department. There had not been a
girl in her school who had a bust to match the size of
Louise's full and rounded mounds. Only Louise knew that
they stood firm and proud without sag despite their
size. Her eager boyfriends had been lucky to touch.
None had progressed beyond her outer garments.
Louise was wearing a pink lightweight sweater. It was
low cut at the front. Thrusting, pale breasts did not
seek to escape from that top. It was not that tight,
though low cut to reveal the delightful orbs within,
though it carefully hugged her breasts from below and
to the sides. The curve and shape was clear to all, and
that was the way Louise liked it. She liked men looking
at her. She received quite a thrill to see the desire
in their eyes as she swished past.
Normally she wore trousers that were tight and hugged
the full curve of her well-rounded bottom. The trousers
were tight enough to indicate the rounded fullness of
her thighs, but not in the revealing way of her new
mini-skirt. Her father would throw a fit if he could
see her now. Would probably lock her in the bedroom and
throw away the key if she ventured out to the local
shops in this outfit.
Louise could well imagine the looks of the African men
if she tried walking along the covered walkway that ran
beside the shops. It had been bad enough to keeping
their hands off her bottom when she was wearing
trousers. It would be virtually impossible to keep
their lewd hands from under a skirt as short as this!
Louise slipped into an erotic daydream imagining what
it would feel like for those black hands to be up under
her skirt. Not a single boyfriend had achieved that
objective. Yet still she fantasized about what it would
be like to finally let a man's hand explore her body.
Louise had only been in Zimbabwe a month. Her parents
had been here six months. Louise had been able to
finish her schooling at the exclusive girl's boarding
school in the lovely English Lake District. It would be
another six weeks before her A-level exam results would
arrive and she could apply for a university place.
Louise had no idea what career she wanted to follow,
but all her friends were going to uni, and her parents
expected it of her. So uni she was going.
As the pampered daughter of man who had spent most of
his life as a director of one company or another,
Louise had not considered the possibility of actual
working with any seriousness. University would be the
place to find a clever man who was going places and
marry him. Or so her mother had advised. Since her
mother had always given her good advice and done well
for herself in marrying daddy. Louise had every
intention of following her mother's advice.
The ring of the doorbell made Louise jump. The sudden
panicky thought that her parents had returned was
quickly subdued. Her parents would not have rang the
doorbell. Indeed in the month since she had arrived she
could not remember ever hearing the doorbell. Surely
the normal practice was for the gardener to check who
was at the gate discover from her parents whether the
visitor was welcome or not. Feria the gardener had
already left to visit his cousin's house across town,
she slowly remembered.
She walked to the front door of the villa. Practicing
walking in her new skirt as she walked the corridor
from her bedroom to the door. She did not bother to
wonder who it would be. She would find out soon enough.
She peeped through the security hole in the door and
nearly recoiled in shock. It was Scarface and his
cronies!
She had no real idea of his name. Did not indeed know
him at all other than to see around the area usually
hanging around the shops drinking beer. Every time he
had looked at her it had given her a weird thrill. He
was an evil looking man. She had wondered how and where
he had acquired such a scar, her furtive imagination
working overtime. He knew her mother, though how she
could not imagine. She had overheard him make a lewd
suggestive comment to her mother who had looked at him
and continued past, while yelling at Louise to keep up.
What on earth did he want?
She yelled at him to go away.
He did not.
She could not hear his words on the far side of the
heavy security door. If he had buzzed her from the gate
they could have talked on the intercom. The heavy door
prevented her from hearing him clearly.
"Go away," she called again, suddenly wondering what on
earth she would do if he didn't!
His words muffled by the door seemed to indicate that
he had something to give her. Curious, she looked again
through the peephole. She could not see him carrying
anything. She looked at his three colleagues. They were
the same three men he usually hung around with. Shorty
was watching the door. At least Shorty was the nickname
she had given him. Smiler was examining the flowers
growing along the front of the house. While Georgy
Peorgy sat on the low garden wall and wiped the ever-
present perspiration from his brow.
They did not appear threatening. In fact, they looked
bored. Louise made a decision and opened the door. She
stepped back quickly as Scarface stepped immediately
inside. He stopped and his eyes dropped from her face
to her mini skirt. He had of course, only seen her in
trousers. His friends crowded in behind. She tried to
protest but their mutters about the heat outside
reminded her that she was not being very sociable to
leave them standing in the sun. She stepped away
allowing them more room. Not even noticing that the
door had closed behind them.
"Lovely." The words of Scarface drew the gaze of the
other men, and all four Africans stared at her exposed,
curvy legs. Georgy Peorgy wiped his forehead rapidly.
Louise flushed. Shivers ran down her spine as these
four men openly ogled her legs. She was suddenly
conscious that she was in the house alone with these
four men, with even the gardener away.
"Well, what did you want? Did you say that you have
something for me?" Her voice was stronger that she
felt.
"Yeah." Scarface's voice was a slow drawl as he eyed
her lovely white legs. Louise was not sure if this was
a comment on her legs or an answer to her question. She
was trying not to appear nervous. She struggled to
control her voice.
"If you have something for me, please give it to me and
then leave."
"I think you should give it to her, boss." It was
Shorty whom had spoken.
"That's right, boss, why all the talking?" Louise
looked askance at that last comment. There had not been
much conversation to-date. Scarface nodded at his
companions before turning to Louise.
"My friends here will bear witness that you asked me to
give it to you, and I complied with your request."
Louise nodded and managed to look bored at the same
time. She had mastered this technique many times in
front of the mirror. She found the slow way of getting
anything done one of the most tiresome features of
being in Africa. That after only one month living here!
Her composure was shattered when Scarface casually
unzipped himself.
"I suspect you have not had one of these before." His
words were calm, collected, measured even as he reached
inside and to the further shock of Louise pulled out
his trousers a huge black cock.
Louise screamed.
The African men smiled at each other.
Scarface gradually caressed his cock. Louise looked on
disbelief as the soft, 10-inch member began to
lengthen. To thicken.
She screamed again and the African men laughed.
She looked at them in bewilderment. The boys back home
would have run a mile if she had screamed like that.
She suspected some of them of having run more than a
mile. These men just looked at her and grinned without
the slightest concern.
"I can't help with wondering whether your panties are
as sexy as the rest of your clothes." Louise opened her
mouth to scream again, but stopped when Scarface shook
his head at her.
"It is doubtful whether anyone can hear you."
He paused and eyed the heavy security door
meaningfully. It had an imposing thickness. That very
thickness would no doubt help to suppress any noise
from within the house.
"In the unlikely event that anyone does here you
scream, do you really believe that any of them could be
bothered to run 15 miles into town to the nearest
police station and report it?"
"Even if they did this remarkable thing, do you suppose
the police are going to come charging to the rescue?
Firstly they will dither, then ask for an explanation.
Then they will write a report. Then they may radio for
guidance. In the unlikely event they do decide to
investigate, you can expect Officer Kirog to jump onto
his bicycle and cycle the 15 miles here to investigate.
Which, of course, he may leave until tomorrow since it
will be so late by the time any decision is reached."
Louise closed her mouth and stared at Scarface.
Everything he said seemed only too plausible.
"When Officer Kirog arrives, we may offer you to him
ourselves. I'm sure Officer Kirog would be very tempted
by such an offer. After all, he is a man, and you are a
particularly attractive example of English womanhood."
"Even if he refuses such an offer, he will want to take
you in for a statement. Then his senior officers are
going to come and goggle down your top and check out
your legs. I can assure you from past experience their
main concern would be finding a way to arrest you and
keeping you in jail overnight. After all, they could
accuse you of civil disturbance wearing clothes like
that." Scarface nodded to her short skirt.
Louise flushed.
"They will accuse you of provoking the lusts of men and
inviting rape! Tiresome I know, and provincial in the
extreme, but what can you expect from a backwater
country like Zimbabwe? It won't really matter once they
have ogled your lovely breasts. They really are very
lovely, you know. Aye, and once they have finished
examining those lovely white legs, they will find some
pretext for arresting you so that they can keep you
overnight."
"Night time in African jails is no place for a pretty
white woman like yourself. Who knows what would happen
in the dark?"
Scarface grinned. The scar did not make it appear much
like a smile. Louise shivered. She was helpless with
these men. She had been so foolish to open the door.
These were not like the boys back home. They were men.
Men who were undoubtedly intent on taking her for their
sexual pleasure!
Her nipples hardemed into minor peaks. It was totally
unintentional on the part of Louise. Unfortunately, her
body had reacted to this situation in a manner that
Louise did not understand.
As she was not wearing a bra, her arousal was obvious
to the watching men. Her knees felt weak, and she was
very noticeably damp between her legs. She was also
scared. She was, after all, a virgin despite her erotic
daydreams.
"I think you are a whore."
"I am not!"
The men's eyes traveled over her body, four men,
devouring her with their eyes. Men who had every
intention of doing exactly what they wished with her.
She trembled.
"All the girl's back home dress like this!"
"Are they all virgins, too?"
Louise flushed.
"How can you accuse me of being a whore when I am still
a virgin?"
"All whores were virgins once." Scarface let the words
hang in the air.
"Care to tell me about your dreams?" Louise flushed
scarlet.
Scarface laughed. "I like to think I am particularly
good at spotting whores. You will make a particularly
good one."
Louise glared at him.
"Now let's see what is under that skirt."
Scarface advanced on Louise.
Louise stepped way but Shorty and Smiler had quickly
advanced and seized her arms. Louise struggled in their
arms to no avail. Their hands were like iron bands
around her soft, slim arms.
Even as she struggled in their arms Scarface leaned
down and deftly whipped her short skirt up until it
bunched around her waist. The material held in position
by the flair of her rounded hips.
Scarface stepped back and released a sigh of
appreciation. Louise shrieked and wriggled her hips,
but her short skirt could not slide down on its own
over her lovely curves.
"Lovely." Georgy Peorgy was eying her legs with a look
of wonder in his eyes.
Louise glared fiercely at Georgy who simply laughed.
She quickly crossed her legs to try and hide her more
intimate parts. Unfortunately her pose only served to
enhance the sexy curves of her shapely legs. A hand
cupped her bottom, followed quickly by a second. Shorty
and Smiler had a free hand each and were quick to cup
and fondle the girl's well-rounded bottom. Now partly
exposed by the rising line of her panties.
For the first time in her life Louise felt warm male
hands explore her bottom. Fingers that lightly stroked
across the exposed, soft, flesh. She quivered at the
strange and interesting tingling that those hands were
generating.
"Are they for real?"
The words brought her attention back to her front. The
African she thought of as Georgy Porgy was staring at
her breasts. The low cut of her top exposed the full
rounded curves that seemed to surge upwards. That surge
was not created by a tight, designed, brassiere. It was
the natural buoyancy of youthful womanhood at its prime
that had created those lovely curves. Georgy leaned
forward and his hands reached out. Louise cringed away
from those advancing hands.
Scarface growled. In a swift, sure movement, he whipped
out a large knife and waved it front of her face.
Louise stared at the wicked blade, at the nasty-looking
serrated edge and froze. Scarface whisked the knife up,
twirled it in the eyes of Louise then swept down in a
fierce, tearing slice. Louise screamed as she felt the
cold blade slide down her chest. With a quick forceful
jerk the edge of the knife sliced easily through the
material of Louise's top and brassiere.
A stunned Louise stared down, as the material hung limp
and loose. Not a mark or scratch marred her magnificent
silken white body. Georgy Porgy advanced on Louise.
Shorty and Smiler held her arms fast. Their actions in
gripping her tighter drew the material further apart.
Scarface slid his knife back into its sheaf. Louise
seemed frozen as Georgy casually flipped the material
aside and pudgy Black Hands cupped and caressed the
magnificent breasts.
Louise gasped.
"Please...don't," her voice was a whisper.
Four pairs of African eyes explored her body. Stared
eagerly at the exposed white, pink tipped mounds, and
the fat black fingers exploring them. To her surprise
and confusion, the hands on her breasts felt good. The
African's hands were soft, and gentle. His fingers
tweaked and played with her hardening nipples. Louise
cursed her body's betrayal as it responded to the
presence of four rampant desiring males. Sharp tingling
pleasurable heat radiated from her aroused excited
nipples. She looked down at the dark hands, which
starkly contrasted with the whiteness of her own
previously untouched breasts.
His hands felt good.
Louise struggled with that realization.
This fat, black bastard was arousing her. How could
that be?
She looked at Georgy. For the first time she really
looked at him. His eyes were wide with wonder. His lips
seemed to tremble with barely controlled emotion. His
eyes darted up to meet hers and locked. His hands
continued their play, as he looked Louise in the eye.
He watched her eyes glaze and her eyelids lower as he
squeezed and fondled. He squeezed her nipples in a
sudden hard twist. Her eyes never left his.
Despite herself, the sight of those fat, pudgy black
hands fondling and squeezing her lovely breasts was
deeply exciting. Louise found herself pushing her
breasts forward. Pushing into his hands, not wanting
him to stop.
Louise braced her legs, forced apart by the hand now
freely stroking her feminine center. Wet heat dampened
the thin, lacy panties. Shivers of pleasure seemed to
run like light fingers up and down her spine.
Louise groaned.
"Please...please stop... ooooh... oh god! Don't do this
to me!"
"Ooooooh...stop it... Oh! Oh! Ohh! Please, what are you
doing to me? Oh god."
There was nothing Louise could do to stop these men,
nothing at all. She was powerless in their arms. That
fact was stark. It should have scared her. It increased
her arousal further.
"Oh God!"
"Oh no...oh nooo!" black fingers had slid aside the now
wet crotch of her panties. Sliding inside and along her
labia. Easily parting the excited, and aroused
entrance. The Africans holding her arms had to take her
weight, as her legs seemed to weaken and fold.
She sighed as the hand withdrew.
"Let's get her to a bedroom," Scarface commanded.
The two Africans holding her arms bundled her along
between them as Scarface led the way down the corridor.
Georgy followed behind. Scarface looked into each room.
Finding a double bed, he led the way in.
"No, this is my parents' room." Scarface just laughed.
His companions bundled her into the room. The remains
of her top were pulled off and Louise was thrown onto
the bed without ceremony. Africans hands gripped her
skirt and pulled it down over her shapely legs. Her
panties soon followed. Other Africans stripped
themselves.
In moments, Louise found herself naked in a room with
four naked men.
African men with cocks already erect. Throbbing with
lust for her lovely form.
Louise shivered with apprehension and arousal. She was
a virgin. A sexually excited young lady, but still a
virgin. She was unsure what was going to happen now.
Some vague and foggy ideas formed in her mind. Her
sexual excitement was confusing her ability to think
straight.
Her eyes swung from man to man, from huge, erect cock
to huge erect cock. She had not realized that men's
cocks could vary so much in size, in length and
thickness! All four men advanced on the bed. She backed
away, put they reached down clasping her ankles and
pulling her back towards them. Pulling her legs apart
as they did so. She was hauled to the edge of the bed.
"Please no, don't do this."
Scarface dropped to his knees between her lovely spread
thighs.
"I am going to find out what virgin pussy tastes like."
Louise moaned tried to push his head away.
Smiler and Shorty grabbed her hands pulling them up and
away above her head.
Louise jerked and shuddered as something hot and wet
lapped across her virgin centre. Her hips jerked
upwards and shook, as the hot wetness licked across her
clitoris. She had never felt anything like this in her
life. It was his tongue she realized in disbelief. He
was licking her down there with his tongue!
She shook and jerked in response to the exquisite
sensations. How on earth could something so dirty feel
so good?!
Smiler, Shorty and Georgy stared down at the young
English beauty as she squirmed and wriggled in response
to the ministrations of their leader's active tongue
between her legs. Her remarkably full breasts quivered
and bobbed as she moved. Her eyes were closed. Her
mouth open gasping. Her lovely blonde hair splayed
across the bed. Smiler indicated to Georgy that he
should take the girl's hands in his and hold them well
above her head. Louise offered no resistance as her
hands were raised. Her hips rose in the air, then
collapsed back onto the bed as she responded to the
incredibly exciting sensations between her legs.
With her hands held above her head, her full breasts
jutted upwards. Pink nipples, hard and taut, stood
proud of her lovely mounds. Smiler and Shorty nodded to
each other then dropped to their knees on either side
of Louise.
She took no notice.
Her full attention was on the incredible sensation of a
man's tongue, wet and hot, licking between her legs.
The idea of such a thing was enough to make her swoon.
The actual sensation of his tongue licking and swirling
around her feminine centre, was unbelievable. Hot lips
descended and clamped onto her proud previously
untouched nipples. Lips suckled delightedly on the
aroused nibs.
"Ooooh...ooooh...haaa...no... too good... oh god...."
Tongues swirled around her aureoles. Teeth nipped and
gnawed, teasing the thickened tips. Louise jerked as
the tongue between her legs slid between her inner lips
and slipped inside her inner core. She jerked and
twisted as a mini-orgasm wracked her body. black hands
grasped her lithe limbs. Holding her steady while
greedy tongues worked on her virginal innocence.
"Aarrrrgh...oh stop...stop... oh yes... soo good... my
god!" Louise trembled and shook at the incredible
sensations driving her crazy with pleasure.
Georgy looked down at the unbelievably, beautiful,
blonde 18-year-old as she writhed. Held down by the
exploring black hands, that had begun to caress and
fondle this virgin.
Scarface had promised he would be able to fuck this
girl. Georgy had not believed him. Georgy was fat.
There was no hiding that description. He did not get
any girls. He knew when Scarface had befriended him it
was because his brother was a police officer. Georgy
was beyond caring. Not many people bothered with
Georgy. With Scarface as a friend, other people would
have to leave him alone. He had not believed him when
he had pointed out Louise in the street and told him
that he would get a chance to fuck her as much as he
wanted.
Louise had looked like an angel. Strolling down street
without a care in the world. Blonde her flowing behind
her in the wind looking like a golden sail. An
untouchable. A white girl. Not only that, a beautiful
white girl. She was not for the likes of him.
She was going to be a whore, Scarface told him.
A whore for Black Cock.
Georgy had not believed him, but had been too polite
and afraid to comment. Now the same girl writhed on the
bed naked. Those magnificent, big breasts exposed to
his eyes. Smiler and Shorty greedily sucked and licked
the full wobbling globes. Her lovely, shapely, white
legs were now draped over the broad black bhoulders of
Scarface, as he avidly tongued the girl's virgin
opening. Her eyes were wide, and glazed.
Georgy began to believe Scarface had been telling the
truth.If he were allowed to take his turn with this
vision of loveliness he would do anything Scarface
asked of him.
Anything at all.
He stared at Louise, at her small shapely ears.
A sudden thought came to him and he dropped to his
knees. He leaned closer. She had really lovely, small,
ears. Pink, fresh, virginal? He leaned closer. He took
in the sudden fragrance of the girl as he moved closer.
His heart pounded as he tentatively reached out with
his tongue and licked the lobe of her ear. He grew
bolder and licked around her ear, trailing the soft,
dainty curves. Louise started and turned to look at
him. Her eyes looked into his and Georgy's heart leapt
at the look in her eyes. There was no laughter in those
eyes. No mocking sneer. Those lovely blue eyes were
glazed. Staring at him in surprise and wonder.
She turned away. Her head seemed to rise and tilt. Was
she actually offering her ear to be licked again? He
did not hesitate. Darting forward he enveloped the
whole of that small ear in his mouth. Sucking and
licking, he darted his tongue inside and swirled it
round and round inside the delicate interior. He could
hear Louise murmur and gasp. Her head tilted further
and she turned slightly pressing herself into his
sucking lips and swirling tongue.
"Ooooh...."
Georgy wondered if his own actions had generated that
moan and doubled his efforts. His limber tongue
swirling, licking, probing the soft delicate whirl of
her petite ear.
Scarface relished the soft body of the young girl, soon
to be a woman.
He watched the turmoil of emotions that crossed her
face as the four Africans pleasured her. His hands
stroked the soft silky inner surface of her thighs,
rising occasionally to run along the rounded curves of
her shapely hips.
Kneading the soft flesh in his hard, calloused hands.
He rose from between her splayed thighs and moved
closer. Rising up her body, he pushed aside the other
men. He grinned as Louise protested the removal of the
hot sucking mouths from her nipples. Groaned at the
removal of the wetly exciting tongue from her ear.
Her eyes flashed open.
She stared up into the eyes of Scarface.
Into the face of a grinning black stranger, with ugly
scars, and a gleam in his eye that made her shudder.
She tried to clamp her legs shut, but it was far too
late for that. Instead her knees tightened around the
heavy body of the older black African. Her legs flew
open again, not wanting to seem to hug this man with
her legs.
Unfortunately, as her legs opened, so did her lotus-
like centre. Shocked, Louise could feel her feminine
centre open receptively in anticipation of the male
member seeking entrance. She sought to clamp her legs
shut again, and then to buck him off.
She failed miserably. Her legs seemed to flail around
in protest.
Scarface grinned. Her soft body rubbed and writhed
against his, adding to his pleasure and delight.
Louise paused in her writhing and looked up into the
grinning face of Scarface. She pulled a face at him. He
laughed and reached down between his legs. Louise
swallowed.
He was going to try and line himself up for entry!
She tried to edge away up the bed, but there was
nowhere to go.
She gasped at the feel of his cock against her
entrance. It was surprisingly soft and silky. Not at
all what she had expected. The fat plump head slid up
and down the line of the lips of vagina. Her lower lips
seemed to slide apart as he rubbed. He pushed between
those lips. Louise received an inkling of the inner
strength and hardness behind that silky soft cap. Her
moistures were lubricating the head and Scarface was
pushing deeper.
The rubbing of his large cock against her innocent
unused entrance was good....
END
(First published on DarkSecret.com)
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