Well, today they were entering the big time for sure, Eflo sighed heavily as she entered Captain Happy's elegant suite. Today the first of the hostages would be taken and would arrive and talks would begin. The captain would win the independence of his country or he would lose and they would all go up in the big bomb, or so Eflo thought. She was very, very frightened of the big bomb that was the way the white men won their nowadays, so she had heard. But she was far more frightened of Captain Happy and did not seriously question what he did… out loud. Oh, she bickered with him sometimes, making weak objections, because he was so sure that he liked his women to have minds of their own that she didn't dare keep completely quiet. However, she knew that if she stood up and said, "Captain Happy, you are doing a silly thing, trying to make a whole country out of the 'Whitelaw Estates'," Captain Happy would have another woman immediately.
Eflo felt a deep sense of disappointment because Happy wasn't there to greet her the way he always used to be when he wanted her during those days when he was a common laborer in the white man's mines. She stood inside the door for a moment and then she heard him singing off-key in that beautiful bass voice of his in the shower. The edges of her beautiful full mouth turned up in a broad smile of delight, and the first zephyrs of anticipation were already blowing through her belly when she moved stealthily to the bed to turn back the rich counterpane. God, she had never known there were such things as "counterpanes" before.
"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned aloud as she noticed the feelings in her own stomach. "More and more I am just a bitch in heat!" Oh, she wanted her Happy. She wanted him now, right now, not after his shower and after he talked on the telephone and after he talked to the man in the study and after all those busy things he was constantly finding to do lately so that she just about went out of her mind. She was thirty-five and he was ten years older, but that was no excuse to become busier instead of sexier. With many men it was exactly the opposite way around, so she had heard. There was a vast loneliness aching down there between her legs. There really was a problem that she had to solve. It had occurred to her that she ought to play hard to get and act coy, and yet she also thought it might be wise to take a stronger initiative than she ever had. The time had come when she had to choose between these alternative courses of action. The time had come when she must either waylay him as he came out of the bathroom, his big black chest shiny and sexy with the water of his shower or she must avoid him and appear not to care.
She strode across to the large bay windows and gazed out the little panes of glass toward the river where dozens of little boats rode, tied to their stakes. They bobbed gently up and down on the rough waters, waiting patiently for the men to come and use them to catch their fish just as she waited patiently for Captain Happy!
Now her hands had begun to shake and her knees felt rubbery. Surely the moment for action or non-action had arrived or at least the moment of decision! Her dark eyes lit up. Well, there was just one way the decision could be made, wasn't there? In a moment she was almost frantically removing sandals, yanking down the fatigues she had to wear lately and taking off the shirt. She wanted to be naked before he finished his shower.
The beautiful black woman shook the shortened hair, to which she would never become accustomed, and stood in the center of the room, waiting for Happy. Her tits had darkened in a blush and her nipples had grown erect by themselves. She groaned as she ran a hand feverishly down over her pubic hair. Like a snake in the rapids, a current shot through her. She flaunted her pelvis a couple of times and whimpered deep in her throat. Yesssss, a bitch in heat, she thought to herself.
When Happy did not come, Eflo bit her lower lip indecisively and then tiptoed rapidly toward the bathroom. She opened the door, and the steam hit her with a warm moistness. Through the white fog she could see his dark, muscular body outlined in the glass door of the large shower stall. He was still humming and then again broke into louder song.
Suddenly her eyes flashed as mischievously as her heart beat, and she slowly reached out for the little gilt handle of the door. Quickly she opened it and stepped inside. There was no better setup to try one of her alternate plans, she thought. For here was Captain Happy, his kinky hair all lathered up with the sweet-smelling soap, his eyes closed and not the least bit aware that someone had stepped into the shower stall with him. It was so good to be with him, so exciting, she choked back a giggle as she watched him, watched the white soapy suds running down his ebony backbone to disappear into the crack between his strong black asscheeks. Slowly, with a prankish grin on her face, she reached out for his magnificent cock.
Captain Happy's first awareness that someone was in the shower with him came with the soft touch of a hand sliding down his abdomen to fasten gently on his cock. It frightened the shit out of him! After all, he was a target now… for the government, for the envious, even for his friends very likely!
"What the hell!" he shouted, jumping in sudden alarm but grabbing the slender wrist at the same time. His eyes snapped open, but the soap blinded him again immediately. Yet he had seen that it was Eflo, and he was shocked. Before thinking that he should maintain his anger in his new position as Head of State, he yelped in surprise.
"Eflo?" he gasped, then choked as soapy water ran into his mouth, for Eflo had begun to slowly move her hand back and forth on his wet prick. A low groan of desire came squeaking out of his larynx, and her delighted, relieved laughter rang in his ears.
Emboldened, the curvaceous Eflo stepped up even closer to him and, still stroking his cock with her right hand, put her left arm around his thickening waist. She knew she was getting her hair soaked, but now that it had to be so very short and soldier-like, it hardly mattered. Under the machinations of her slender fingers, she could feel life surging into the captain's prick. Oooohhh, it was a terribly sensual feeling as the soapy water caused her hand to slip almost without friction from head to base of the huge black rod. She felt lewd excitement expanding in her loins as the thing in her hand grew in size. Now it was elongated, sticking out in front of him as though it were the long, black rod of the old Chief's authority years ago.
"Quickly," she dared to pout. "Get the soap out of your hair and eyes," she said, beginning to feel impatient again and jerking his cock a couple of times in emphasis. He was enough aroused now to be clay in her fingers, she guessed.
Captain Happy, who had been standing them with his eyes closed once he knew who it was, let the sensations flow over his tired body. He had been up since dawn and had sent for Eflo to relax him so that he could take a nap and forget the tension of taking hostages. There was nothing she could have done for him better than to have taken her own initiative, something he had decided she had forgotten how to do lately. What miracle had happened?
He could feel the warm water flowing over his head, could feel Eflo's tits and nipples pressing against his chest, but the best thing of all was that excruciatingly wonderful movement of her hand stroking his hardening prick. Quickly he rinsed his hair and washed the soap from his blinded eyes. Then he looked at her. Even barefoot she was tall, but no woman was taller than he. He would not allow taller women in his country. Everybody understood that. Eflo's eyes were gazing unfathomably at him, almost as if they were daring him. Her moist lips, parted in amusement and possibly hunger, were only inches away. He had not seen much of her lately or of any woman. There was too much to do. Being the head of his own country certainly made him a very important man but also so busy that he had little sleep, less sex, and no time to notice that his life was slipping away unattended. There were moments when he yearned again for a simple day fishing on the river or even for the mindless labor of the diamond mines.
He reached out, planted his sinewy hands on Eflo's flaring hips, and gruffly pulled her to him. The new position made it difficult for her pliant fingers to stroke his prick, so she contented herself with holding it tightly in her fist, clenching and unclenching her hand in time to the beat of his pulse down there. It was a maddening tempo, one that she found echoed in her own belly.
The captain found his thoughts in comfortable disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his tongue wetly into her open mouth. Her tongue met his and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though it were a little red throbbing cock. They dueled this way for almost an eternity it seemed to the big black captain, the water streaming pleasantly down both of their faces, but there were other things to do.
Yet he felt so powerless that Eflo was the first to break contact. When she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog pantings. She looked at her hand grasping his lust-engorged cock and then pushed down on the hardened rod so the head of the prick was touching the upper entrance to her cuntal slit. He moved forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the head slide against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot through the region of her nakedly exposed sensitive genitals.
"I see you came quickly," Captain Happy said, French-kissing her again. He had forgotten all about scolding her for surprising him the way she had as he felt the wild elation growing in him, waking him up for the big relaxation he so badly needed, as Eflo began sliding the hair covered softness of her cunt along the top of his cock. She was tall enough that he could take her this way without undue strain on his leg muscles, which after the hours of battle training he had put in this morning were in no condition to bear the weight of a fly!
She was obviously ready for him, he thought. He could put it into her delicious cunt right now if he wanted. Her eyes were closed as her breath rasped out hoarsely. She did something with her pelvis and inner thighs which caused the cuntal lips to look like a hot fleshy vise over the cock. She held it that way as she began moving back and forth again. He repressed a sigh that might have betrayed his weak sleepiness. It was almost as if he were deep inside of her now, whatever she was doing there!
Amazed, the captain began running his big hands up and down her soapy asscheeks. He slipped his middle finger down into the soft, yielding crack and nudged her asshole. She jumped and her eyes fluttered open as the sensation of his finger against her rectum startled her.
Actually it had shot a nefarious jolt of pleasure through her. Never before had she realized she was sexually sensitive there. She had always shied away in the old days, and he had gotten in the habit of obeying her wishes. But now his wishes were law. He was doing other things, too, with those capable hands of his. They were all over her, kneading her tits as though they were bread dough, tweaking the nipples, stroking her abdomen in time to her own body movements. She was afire down there. She wanted him inside her. She said it, and the obscene words spilling out of her instead of him caused a certain amazement to register in her mind: "Fuck me, Captain Happy," she crooned. "Please fuck me!"
The blood had long since been pounding hotly through the distended veins in his rigidly swollen cock. His balls throbbed intensely. He wanted her now, and yet he wanted to enjoy this mindless moment to its fullest. He thought he would sleep afterwards, but he wasn't really sure.
So he pulled his prick from between her tightly clenched thighs.
"What's wrong?" she whimpered, a little frightened.
"Nothing is wrong," he told her. "I am in no hurry, that is all!"
True to her recovered aggressiveness, she fought her fear of him, reached for his cock and enclosed it in her fist again.
"I want you now," she pouted. She began yanking on his huge, inflated cock in short impatient motions.
Surprisingly, Captain Happy said nothing more. He reached behind himself and got the soap from the soap tray. He loved the scented white man's soap that was almost an aphrodisiac in itself, and he used the palms of both hands to raise a lather.
Eflo didn't protest when he began to lather up her black tits. She watched the white bubbly river run down across the dark bed of her navel and disappear down into her drenched pubic hair. The captain was now lathering up her abdomen and hips. His hands were gentle, not angry, and the electrifying sensations arched through her belly. Then he was using two fingers and the palm of his hand to soap up her cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her legs became so weak that she felt they couldn't support her any longer. Then Happy actually kneeled in front of her and used both hands to bring a white lather to her black thighs and legs. He ran his big hands up and down her lower extremities as though he were stroking some great cock. She screwed her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel his strong rubbery lips against her clitoris, but he avoided that and began working his way up her backside.
A part of the big man's mind stood off watching himself. It was so good to do something so simple and innocent again, and it was obvious that Eflo was just about to go out of her mind with lust. He knew that he had neglected her dreadfully and would feel apologetic if he were not now the Head of State! But as long as it had been for them, he knew the symptoms. Eflo was very close to an orgasm.
Quickly then, he lathered up his black cock and used his soapy hands on her abdomen. His fingertips brushed across the wet, curling strands of the soft nest of fleece between her legs. He didn't pause there. His hand slid down ever further, middle finger extended, until he parted the soft wet strands of pubic hair, touched and began caressing her cuntal slit.
The beautiful black woman's tall body almost jackknifed with the maddening contact of his finger sliding through the already fevered area. She began to moan in wild, inarticulate phrases, and her inner thighs tried to trap that hand, that beautiful, familiar hand, and keep it captive. Now a second finger was making a lovely intrusion. The middle finger toyed with the clitoris. Both fingers moved in unison.
Oooohhh, she had to have it now! She was close! She wanted to feel the power of that wonderful man inside her. She had missed him so very much! She could no longer be patient. "Pleeeeaaassse!" she begged, sounding like a night creature of the jungle as it fell prey to the mighty cat.
Happy, watching her and listening to her, reveled in the feel of her hot pussy once more and the vibrating arousal of her Goddess-like body. God, he thought, she will make a most beautiful queen if I cannot find one I like who is younger. How badly she wants my blood-pinkened cock, he thought, looking down at the rod in question. It was indeed a blushing pink on the tip and getting darker. She's so fired up for me that she's about to explode like a bundle of dynamite in a mine!
"Eflo," he commanded. "Put it in for me!"
Eflo needed no second command. Frantically, she reached down for his soap-slickened prick and pulled it up between her legs. She spread her thighs and pointed the stubbornly rock-hard cock, like a stick of dynamite, toward the hole of her voracious cunt. She snaked her other arm around his hefty waist and pulled him forward, guiding the magnificent hardened instrument toward her eagerly awaiting cuntal lips.
Her dark cuntal hole opened and closed like a hungry bird being fed by its mother as she pushed forward with her pelvis. His swollen prick sliced through the voracious lips, down and up, and fucked deep into the soft pulsating flesh of her belly.
"Uuuuggg!! Oooohhhaaaa!" she chanted, moving her lithe body back and forth, feeling his cum-bloated scrotum swinging and teasing against her thighs. She reached down for his testicles and caressed the gigantic balls as she wildly flaunted her pelvis, sliding her hungry cunt up and down on the throbbing rod of hardened lusty male flesh sunk with a hard feeling of permanence so deep up inside of her. It all happened unbelievably fast.
"Aaaahhh! Oooohhh! Ah! Aieeeee! I'm… I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" she screamed. And then she was really in a frenzy with her pelvis slamming so hard against the captain's powerful hip bones that it seemed certain something was about to break.
Happy's eyes had widened in complete surprise. It was the first time he had ever known her to reach an orgasm within thirty seconds of the time the cock was first fucked in. He hadn't made one single thrust on his own part. Eflo had done all the work. What had come over her? Now she swallowed with her mouth hung loosely open, and the sound of air panting in and out of her throat made almost an obscene noise of unmistakably satisfied lust.
Trembling uncontrollably, Eflo stood there as the orgasm drained away her strength. She was forced to lean against the Head of State. There was nothing left in her body. She was sure she had lost consciousness at the height of the climax for she had slumped, and the movement had caused his hard rigidly bloated cock to slip out of her cunt with a wet, plopping sound that could be heard even above the hiss of the shower water and the deep gasps of her breathing. Oh God, it had been so long!
The beautiful black woman felt an almost uncontrollable desire to go to sleep. She knew though that she must not, that Captain Happy was more important and needed his sleep far more than she. She knew how hard he worked and had heard that he arose at dawn to work out with the men himself. They all knew that at forty-five, he was as fit as they, or almost so. Of course, he could not join them in everything they did because there was so much planning and paperwork he had to do. Everyone understood.
Eflo closed her eyes. She had reached a powerful orgasm, though, and had to savor it for a moment. Once she had seen a native boy blown into the air by the wires that connect the white men's houses with the fenced in metal houses by the river. "High Voltage" it said to those who could read English. She felt now as though she had touched those wires and was soaring back down to earth, perhaps to the rough waters of the river. She had been aroused for some days now, and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a tropical storm.
In no time, Happy's great hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off. She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvet-like softness of a cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soapsuds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth, as soft as it was, accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now. Any touch there was painful for the moment, even that of the Head of State, she thought wearily. On the edge of her mind she was aware of how much like his old self he seemed, the old Happy, before he was concerned with countries and titles and the white man's way of life! Then the hissing hot water was turned off.
God, now he was actually toweling her dry, treating her as if she were the infant they would have had if he had not become so engrossed in making a country. But the roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body. It felt, she realized, very sensual. It was warm, comfortable and readying her to satisfy him, she understood, for he still had his mammoth erection. She stood on tiptoe to help when he rubbed the towel between the cheeks of her shiny black ass. She wondered how he wanted to reach his orgasm.
Finally the big man, wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Silently, he picked up Eflo as though to show her he still could and carried her out of the shower and out of the neatly tiled bathroom and to the great bed where the counterpane was all turned down. He was much too worn out to carry her as effortlessly as he once did, but it still made her feel some of the childish exuberance and joy of the old relationship when at least some of their time was carefree. She put her cheek against his strong black chest, closed her eyes, and gave herself to the sensation of his erect cock rubbing across her ass with each step he took.
As carefully as he could, he put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. He could not help remembering how he used to drop her on a grass mat on the dirt floor, but all of that was behind them now, behind her as well as himself. For even though he might have to marry a younger woman, he would never abandon Eflo. It would be impossible to do that. She still had her eyes closed, and her lovely full dark tits rose and fell like the surge of quicksand up river with each breath. It was incredible, he thought, that he had been able to take the Whitelaw Estates, with which to start his country, for all he had to do was make this beginning and the followers came. Now he could love Eflo on the kind of bed she deserved!
On the bed, Eflo's brown eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the revolutionary. It was something she felt for no other man and never had. Those broad shoulders, she thought, that still strong, handsome face, those muscles that he kept firm and powerful, and that… that beautiful prick that she hadn't seen in so long! How she wanted it!
They had always made love with each other in a more or less traditional fashion, but today she herself wanting to kiss his marvelous cock, pay homage to it instead of to him! How strange, she mused. Never before had she desired the taste of his prick, and she could not imagine why she was having this sudden urge, but it brought her the new problem of whether she should act on it or not. Would it please him? She had heard that men liked such things very much. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her slender feet and her shoulders to scoot over so that the prick was directly above her pouting mouth. It hung above her somewhat frighteningly, like the sword of doom. She was amazed at how bold she had suddenly become, and her words sounded as though they belonged to some other woman, not her.
Pulling her lips in a semi-smile off of her strong white teeth, she hissed, "Captain, I want to kiss your prick!"
The rumbling laugh of the Head of State thundered out. Well, his little Eflo was full of surprises today. It was as though she knew something different was going to happen. He hoped the omen was good! "I would love to have you kiss my cock," he told her.
Eflo suddenly giggled. There were times like this when the new formality that existed between them seemed terribly funny even though she couldn't forget that at times it was frightening. He claimed equality with all his men in his new country, but everyone knew he was the one with the power, including himself. She stopped chuckling when the big black sword of doom dipped toward her lips. He was still her Happy, though. She reached up and caressed the hard cock, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her brown eyes feasted hungrily upon it. She was beginning to understand many things as she grew older, the most startling of which was that men were not as simple as she had always thought. As she touched his lust-bloated cock with tenderness, she recalled how once she had supposed every man felt his cock to be the seed and cause of life itself. A woman who governed a man's cock, governed everything… she once thought. Eflo could feel her own eyes burn and become hazy from the fires that were being kindled within her by the huge black throbbing God's head above her, already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
How strange to find herself licking her lips in anticipation, but she was! She cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were bringing flowers to the altar of the Gods. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Happy quivered like a powerful wild stallion at bay. Then her pink tongue lashed wetly out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the lust-swollen cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the hard cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of the sweet soap, of his love secretions, and of the taste of her own cunt. Feeling as though at last she were somehow completing a circle of life itself, she took his rocky cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her velvet cheeks.
Captain Happy's black hands dropped to Eflo's short hair and pulled her even closer to him. He almost had time to recall how her hair had been long and flowing in the old days, but she began running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly.
"Suck it," he panted, "Eflo, suck it!" He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later he was straddling her tits and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.
Eflo cupped his asscheeks in the palms of her hands. Ah yes, she liked him in this position. It gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrant wonderful prick. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.
The head of the Whitelaw Estates slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless cunt, slid along the trunk. Praise to the spirits of life, he thought in wonderment, nothing had ever felt this good before although it was not the first time it had ever been done to him. He could tell that she was obviously inexperienced in this type of thing as she had better be, but the heat of her mouth and the way she used her long tongue was absolutely fantastic.
Yes, he had been having his blow jobs from women. After all, he was now a Head of State, and he knew women who were masters of the technique. He cared not at all where they had learned the art or what man had taught them. Eflo was different. He wanted her with no other man. At least he felt that way so far.
Captain Happy knew that he was going to cum soon. Already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her mouth just as though he were fucking her hot, clasping cunt. Her firm lips were tightly stretched around the blood-infused, veined shaft which fucked into her. It was so tight around the lust-bloated cock that the flesh of her inner mouth was pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater each time he made a withdrawal.
The ecstatic Eflo, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his muttering, "You better stop, or I'm going to cum!" She merely sucked harder. What was happening to her? She wanted to taste his sperm. She wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth. Yet… what would her beloved Happy think of her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, the big man seemed at least ten feet tall, staring down at her as though his head were up there among the fine white moldings of the fancy ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to ask him.
"Do you want to… want to cum in my mouth?" she whispered.
Now the Head of State had no qualms about asking whatever he wished, but he had to fight a battle within himself. He wanted very much to cum in that beautiful mouth. Put at the same time, he wanted to fuck her, perhaps because it was their old habit and he had not been with her for so long. Maybe he could sleep after this, and when he woke up, there would be a little time for other things before the hostages were brought. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.
"I prefer to fuck you," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you between the legs!"
"Aaahhh, darling," Eflo murmured, forgetting his position and her fears in a surge of the old feeling they used to share. Then she was amazed that the term of endearment had slipped out from her lips. Oh well, she also abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her pulsating cunt. The feeling rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to be a part of her, of her to be part of him. She wanted them joined like before, in tucking.
"Oooohhh, do it now! Happy! Fuck me now!" she repeated and opened her legs wide to receive him.
Putting his big hands down between her knees, Happy pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him, the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the large red clitoris engorged with blood so that even the dark color of the skin could not hide its redness. The captain put the swollen head of his throbbing prick against the hot moistened lips of her cunt. He pushed forward, and the blood-filled head parted the still wet curls of black pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.
"Oooooohhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.
"Do you like that?" he asked, not really needing any assurance but wanting to hear her admit it.
"Oh, yes, Happy," she cried exultantly. "It is so beautiful!"
The big man pushed in a bit further. He knew he had to take this in easy stages because of the new position that was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper in her, but too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. So when he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerkings of his prick. He felt a responding twitch from her defensively clasping cuntal walls.
"Uuuuuhhhh," she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the granite rod hanging down between her legs. The love-starved woman could feel his scrotum tingling against her nakedly exposed, uplifted ass, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Happy had begun fucking in and out and she was sure she had taken all he had, not realizing that he was less than five inches into her. She could feel the head of his lusty cock pressing against the cervix, apparently trying to gnaw its way into her womb. The iron-rigid shaft rubbed the inside of her hungry cunt like an animal rubs its furry back hard against the ground to scratch a persistent itch.
"Ooooohhhh," the beautiful Eflo wailed, for now he was diving even deeper. "You… you're hurrrtttiiingggg," she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling against the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously she realized she had taken all of him. She had wondered if she could any more, but they were still a perfect fit! Now his movements became really masterful. She could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there, grinding her full rounded asscheeks around in tiny teasing circles as he fucked in and out of her body like a pounding hammer.
Eflo's mind screamed out an insane delight as she felt her entire belly afire. Nothing she had ever known had ever been so wonderful, so wild, so free. She knew she would never leave him no matter how many countries he wanted to make, and she was almost sure that he would never leave her! She was really being fucked at long last, and she was responding even more hotly, more tempestuously than ever before, full of fire for the man she loved. It was a tribute to the captain's fucking ability that she forgot all about the way of life she was tolerating for his sake, the hostages that by now had been taken, and even the fact that he might never get around to her again!
Surprised, Captain Happy was aware that she was approaching yet another explosive orgasm. Her body was fighting excitingly down there. He remembered his days in the fishing boats on the river, before he went into the mines. God, it was a long time ago. But he recalled the mighty game fish he had hooked, a fish no one could believe had gotten into the river, and she felt like that fish as he attempted to dislodge the hook. Eflo's pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't much she could do because of the position. It was then that Happy, like he would have done years ago, decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.
Clamping down on his sphincter muscles, he began fucking into her with demonic furry, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot hole, however, screamed for more, and the interior muscles of her cunt clasped his hard shaft like the oral muscles of a starving cobra will struggle with the girth of the largest egg. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as it seemed to seek to bite and capture his balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of lust against her upturned asscheeks.
The beautiful Eflo tossed her short hair from side to side, her mouth open laxly and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. "Ooohhh! Aaaaahhhh," she moaned with each shove of his fucking cock into her cunt. It was a chant, an old, old liturgy of love, a song whose tempo had echoed in the jungle since man began! She groveled beneath him, and her new long fingernails, no longer accustomed to grinding meal and cleaning fish, dug long bloody furrows down his back as suddenly, she punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle.
A scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth, "I'm cumming! Aaaaaiiiieeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Then she fell lifeless against the soft mattress.
Captain Happy slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surgings of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. He didn't know why he had this powerful urge to please her so completely, but he started a slow movement, a soft fucking in, a gentle, partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out, slow in, pull out… He remembered the time they had made love in the boat. It was like that now. The mattress seemed to rock.
Then Eflo's mind began returning to her rocking body from somewhere way out beyond the furthermost star in the heavens. The blast that had arced her excitingly through the sky was letting her float to earth. Now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic fucking in and out of her cunt, and Eflo, too, remembered the day on the boat!
Captain Happy was aware of the returning sensations in her rocking body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his asscheeks.
The sound she was groaning was not one of pain but of guttural wonderment, but it bubbled from her throat as from a fountain. Eflo couldn't believe what was happening to her. Surely she would awaken! She had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau, a land of pure sensation. She was cumming again! She reached up for her beloved Happy's head and pulled his careworn face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue wetly into his mouth, and then she whispered, "Happy, I'm… cumming again!"
This time around her climax was even more different than before. It was as powerful and strong, but it was more controlled. She found herself the mistress of it, bringing it along, playing it, and making it peak like the last note on the suppliant pipes of the old priests in her village. Yet seconds later she learned that she was not the mistress at all, that Happy's hot living lusty cock was the master of those pipes, that it was he who had replaced the old priests!
"Oooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! It's so wonnnnddderrrrfull!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. No, she must not cry. He was still Head of State, regardless of what he used to be to her… and was today, for some reason. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, however, and pulled his brawny chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her tits. She discovered that pulling him down against her caused his rocky-hard prick to ride higher against her clitoris, and a wild wantonness was upon her again as quickly as the spirits of the night used to descent upon and inhabit the aging bodies of certain women in her tribe.
"I… I'mmm cuuuummmiiinnnggg! Again!" she whimpered almost shocked. Her body thrashed madly against his. Ah, what new powers her Happy had acquired, and to think that he was giving them to her!
Happy knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts, but he was feeling more relieved anyway. It was not physical relief he had needed. That was a minor thing and easily taken care of. He had felt the guilt of neglecting her, and now the guilt was easing, and he became more aware of how his own balls had begun to throb painfully and how suppressed excitement had swollen his blood-engorged prick until his urethral hole was large enough to take a bullet!
"I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!" she screamed for the second time in less than thirty seconds, and her lush black body jerked and twisted on the white sheets as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrollable night spirit, who needed to gut her out like it sometimes gutted out a tree in order to live there! Eflo's beautiful face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared darkly like an untamed wildly bucking horse from the veldt.
Ah, it's time, the wearing Captain Happy thought, and he fucked his long black cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm dark slippery hole beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the hard shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Eflo's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her black tits felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her cunt and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off their charges at once. They were wiggling up deeper, ever deeper into the dark depths of her tumultuous river. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on the baobab tree, that she had reached the top branch hanging over the rough river, and that now there was the dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew her Happy was suddenly fucking her like a madman as he sought to join her dive.
"Oooohhh, cum with me, Happy, cum!" she pleaded. "Cum with meeeee! Inside of meeee!" She wanted him to make the dive with her. She was giving herself completely to him even more than she ever had before. Why did she give him this gift that she often thought he didn't even want? She could have given herself to any man in the village, one who would have given her children! "Pleeeeeaaasssseee cummmmm, Happy!"
And the captain, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her shiny black ass and cupped them tightly, pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleadingly thirsty cunt. He fucked into her-with all his strength, wanting to give her everything he had, at least for now. He could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge black authoritative cudgel into the willing hole that sucked at him down between her legs. A cry startled him. At first it sounded like the low moan of the sea wind in a cave he had visited once on a high bluff overlooking the ocean.
The sound grew in intensity until it was the shriek of a typhoon leveling the land in the season of the rains. And then it was the cry of the hawk swooping down in the brown mist of morning to quickly capture its unwary breakfast before the succulent meal could scamper into the safety of its hole.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Eflo screamed, her smoky brown eyes staring unseeing at things beyond both of them. Her ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side on the silky white sheets, screwing her electrified cunt up and down crazily on her old lover's black fucking rod.
It was Eflo's final climax, her wildly thrashing body that triggered the captain's own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Happy increased the intensity of his strokes so that his big black scrotum swung like a great baboon against the trembling walls of her asscheeks as though they were unimportant, immaterial clouds. But then he was there. The new intensity of his orgasm frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her arms had him in a death-like grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth: "I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Her words were almost incomprehensible when she chanted just the way the old women did around the fire, "Cum in me… cum in me!" It sounded just like their chanting invitation to the sun spirits to invade and warm their cold, old bones! Happy heard the whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of his own ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot explosion of his love erupted like the dynamite in the mine deep down inside the pulsating depths of her devouring womb.
For several minutes his cock continued to spurt and throb until gradually it stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to normal position, and the cuntal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish from the big river. The thought of going fishing again began to haunt him. What if he could never go fishing again? Life was so short. Maybe it would be even shorter, but he must not think those things!
He opened his eyes and looked down at Eflo. She appeared to be all of twenty-five again, ten years younger than he knew she was. A soft, wondering smile was etched on her lips. He had made it all up to her. He could see that. She looked happy and fulfilled. He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful dark tits with their soft ebony nipples at repose. She was asleep, so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated prick. She was sleeping as he needed to but doubted that he would again as his cock came out of her with a soft hissing sound. Then with the stopper removed, a torrent of white, expended sperm began to trickle and then flow like the river out of her open cunt!
Captain Happy pulled the counterpane over her perspiration streaked body. Then nude, he walked toward the bay window that overlooked the narrow dirt road weaving among the hills of his "country" and picked up his binoculars. There was little need for them in this case because any vehicle raised the dust and could be seen for miles. There was not a puff anywhere, so what should he look at? Nevertheless, he anxiously scanned the land because what else could he do? He knew he couldn't sleep!