Mombasa, Kenya
"Just because I'm a twenty-eight-year-old woman who's never been married, don't think I don't have my own particular need for sex release," emphasized the vacationing American school teacher who was my knowledgeable informant about sex slavery in modern Africa.
"I need to have orgasm just as much as a man does and I have my own personal preferences about how to get it, too. I've always been pretty independent-worked myself through college and have my own career as a school teacher- and I'm just as independent when it comes to sex. Why shouldn't I be? If I happen to like black men better than men of my own white color, it's nobody's business but mine. And if my tastes happen to run to very young men-teenagers, really-it's still nobody else's business!" she maintained.
Jean-as I shall refer to the young lady to protect her identity-was a remarkable person in many ways. Such definite opinions as she espouses might give one the impression that she is an aggressive woman, or perhaps even cloud her femininity with a suspicion of undue masculinity. Nothing could be further from the truth. Jean was in fact a slender blond with a well-developed figure, whose delicacy of feature and of movement made it quite clear that she was thoroughly female in every way. She evinced no interest in members of her own sex, and so far as appearances go, she could be the attractive wife of a rising business executive. And to believe that Jean was given to such sexual indulgences as she later confessed to was difficult. After interviewing her for several hours, however, there was no doubt in my mind that she not only harbored a strong perverse sex desire, but that she had satisfied that desire by acting it out on many occasions.
In Love, War and Fancy, by the nineteenth-century British explorer, Sir Richard Burton, we learn, "Debauched women prefer Negroes… " And the author further states, "In my time no honest Hindi Moslem would take his womenfolk to Zanzibar on account of the huge attractions and enormous temptations there and thereby offered to them." It is no accident then that Jean included a long vacation stop in Africa, and that she picked the city of Mombasa to enjoy herself in. Mombasa is only a short distance up the eastern African coast from the fabled land of Zanzibar and is even more famous in modern times than Zanzibar was in Burton's nineteenth century. For Mombasa, in the African state of Kenya, is known among the world's roues and libertines to be one of the last remaining places in Africa where black slaves can be purchased. It is a practice by no means supported by the country's government, but that doesn't keep it from being carried on in semise-cret-and on quite a large scale. Jean had knowledge of this fact when she went to Mombasa and knew that she'd be able to use black boys for her own lecherous purposes. But for the details of these purposes, let us return to the record of Jean's actual words. She was extremely frank, as follows.
"To me the best part of sex is having a man perform cunnilingus on me. Oh hell, you'll have to excuse me for allowing my teaching background to intrude-cunnilingus or cunnilinetus, no matter how it's spelled, sounds so damned stuffy. What I'm saying is that I simply love having a guy suck my pussy. There, is that plain enough? I don't care whether you call it 'going down' or 'giving head' or 'eating it out,' it's still the same damned thing. I can achieve orgasm-there I go with the ten-dollar phrases again-I can get my cookies a lot of ways, but having a guy's mouth on my cunt is definitely my favorite method. Regular fucking's fine and masturbation's a groove, too. I've played with my pussy ever since I was a little girl. But there's nothing that gets me as hot and excited as feeling a man's tongue on my cunt.
"I should be more accurate, though. It's best for me when I can get some young guy to do it for me. I don't mean a little kid, mind you. I'm not some weirdo cradle robber. But my tastes do run awfully young. I've been sucked by men my own age of course, and by men older than me. I'm sure most modern girls have experienced it like that. But my preference is for teenagers. Boys, rather than adult men. If a boy is nicely formed and well built, I can get aroused just by looking at him and thinking about how wonderful it would feel to have his head between my legs. I figure if a boy's old enough to shoot off, he's old enough for me to have his services as a little cunt lapper. From about eleven or twelve to the age of seventeen or so is ideal. They're so fresh and innocent.
"I don't consider it a hang-up that I dig guys that young or that I enjoy having a Negro do it to me more than a white. I simply think it's strange that all women don't groove on it like I do. I will admit, though, that something once happened to me that could possibly have influenced my sex desire to be sucked off by a young black teenager. I was an only child and my father died when I was very young, leaving me to be raised by my mother. She had different boyfriends through the years, and one was a black divorcee. He had a son about fourteen he used to bring over all the time. I was just eleven then, and my mom didn't realize how highly developed her little girl was. I was sort of shy and always acted dumb about sex around adults, but I knew plenty. And I'd discovered masturbation at that age, even though I hadn't yet learned how to make myself come from it. Once the guy had to go to an important business conference out of town and asked my mother to take care of his son for a couple of days.
"That's when it happened. She must have really needed some loving to do what she did with the kid. She thought I was asleep, but when I heard her tiptoe in where he was lying on the couch and ask him to come into her bedroom, I suspected something was up, so I sneaked in where I could see them without being heard. I was already hot between the legs that night because I'd been lying in bed playing with myself before I went to sleep as I often did. And I was getting old enough to know there was more to masturbating than just giving myself a nice, pleasant feeling down there. I had a kind of instinctual feeling that told me I'd get a wonderful new thrill from playing with myself if I did it just right. I saw mom take her bra off and let him see her big breasts. Then I heard her ask him if he'd like to see more as soon as she saw how big his little fourteen-year-old prick had become. When he said he would, she told him she'd let him only if he did exactly what she wanted him to do.
"Seeing mom half naked in front of the kid and watching his cock swell as he looked at her was making me hotter and hotter. I had my hand going a mile a minute under my nightgown. The kid was dying to see what a grown woman's cunt looked like, so he quickly agreed to do whatever she said. She jerked her gown above her waist and let him eyeball her hairy cunt, then she told him to put his mouth on it. She even gave him a little added incentive by putting her hand on his hard cock and giving him a few strokes. He didn't want to, but she made him do it anyway. He rubbed his mouth on her cunt for a while and tried to get up, but mom made him stay. She yelled for him to lick her with his tongue and held his neck down to force him. Finally he began to like it, and she didn't have to hold his head down anymore. I was jerking myself off something fierce by that time and when I saw his tongue on her naked pussy, I remember suddenly wishing it was me instead of her that was getting tongued off by the kid. Right then is when I came. God, but it was good! It was so powerful a feeling that I jerked my little ass around on the floor and made so much noise, my mom heard me. Of course that ended the scene. I got into a lot of trouble for watching. She spanked me and made me promise to never tell about what I'd seen, and threatened to get the kid in big trouble with his dad if he told.
"Mom thought that ended the affair, but she didn't realize that I'd been playing with myself when she heard me, and that I'd got my little cookies for the first time in my life. After that I used to fantasize a black kid sucking my pussy when I played with myself, and it always made me come. After I got to be older, I used to date a lot of black guys and, of course, I made a reality of my dream many times. I would only let them fuck me if they'd give me a good suck job first. Some of them tried to get me to give them a mouth job, but I seldom did it. I've sucked off only two or three guys in my life, but I've been sucked off by lots of them. The scene I witnessed undoubtedly caused me to have my particular thing about having a black kid suck me off, but I'm not sorry. Far from it!
"I've had other kinds of sex with black guys and I've had white guys suck my pussy, but neither thing is nearly as satisfying for me as my specific desire of being tongued by a black teenager. This was fine while I was a teenager myself, but as I reached my twenties, it became a different story. Although I still dug them the same age it was a little awkward for anyone my age to get access to a boy in his teens. By the time I was past twenty-five, you can see that it was downright impossible. I got scared that I'd get into some kind of legal trouble because of it, or be blackmailed. And I was especially afraid of losing my teaching job if ever there was a scandal.
"Then during my summer vacations abroad I got wind of how things are in Mombasa and I knew that was the perfect place for me. Every summer now I go there and get my fill of young black mouths, then return in the fall to resume my teaching job without anyone being the wiser. I date guys during the school year, but always guys my own age. Sometimes I even give them a piece of ass and get some good sucking from them, but it's never as great as what I get in the summer from the black boys in Mombasa.
"Here's how it works there. The city has plenty of women for sale as both simple prostitutes and slaves, but there isn't much demand for teenage boys for women. So that makes it even cheaper. My first summer I just had prostitutes. You know, one-nighters like a man has with a whore. But when I saw how easy it was and how groovy it was to at last have the kind of sex I've always wanted, I made arrangements to buy my own boy for the entire summer. Then when I left, I'd sell him back to the place where I bought him. I've done that for four years in a row now and loved every minute of it. I have a standing arrangement to rent the same house and I get a fresh new boy every year.
"The first year I had a seventeen-year-old who'd been around enough to really make a woman feel good. He was great. The next year I got me a well-built fifteen-year-old and discovered it was even more stimulating when the kid didn't know very much. Teaching him just how to suck me like I wanted added even more to my pleasure. So the following year I bought a good-looking little teenager just twelve years old. His name was M'bonji and he was black as coal. His very blackness was very exciting to me. I've always been turned on by the Negroes who are blackest.
"I figured if it was so much fun with an inexperienced fifteen-year-old it'd be even better with a younger, more naive kid. And I was certainly right! I'll tell you just how it was the summer I had M'bonji for my love slave.
"I made the purchase through an intermediary after looking over all the available boys for sale. Plenty of homosexual men buy boys, so there is usually a pretty large selection to choose from. I was lucky enough to see M'bonji the morning he was offered for sale, so no one else had a chance to get him. He was delivered to my door that night by an old woman to whom I gave a generous tip for her part in the transaction.
"As soon as I had him in the house I made sure he could speak English, which he was able to do very well, then began to have fun with him by playing the little verbal games that I always like to do as a prelude to the actual act of sex.
" 'M'bonji, you must understand that I own you now and that because you are my property, you must do anything I tell you. Is that understood?' I began. He nodded his head in solemn agreement. Then I told him he must always refer to me as 'mistress' and never call me by my given name. I went on to tell him that I was sure he'd enjoy being my slave and that I would always treat him well.
"His face was serious and reflective as he said, 'Yes, my mistress, I understand that I am your slave and I will do whatever you say.'
He was such an attractive boy that I simply sat looking at him for several minutes. He was rather tall for his age but still much shorter than I. He had a firmly muscled body that allowed me to see graceful rippling under his ebony skin whenever he moved about, and he wore his hair short and closely cropped in the manner of the tribe from which he hailed. He was neither fat nor thin, but very pleasingly molded with a certain solidness about him that gave him an unusual air of strength in one so young. His large eyes were black as the ace of spades and his teeth were like a small row of the whitest ivory. He had the extremely full lips which members of his race often possess in greater size than persons of any other race, and he had a wonderful large red tongue. It was his mouth, of course, which held perhaps more interest for me than any other part of his young body. But my interest in one other part of his body was almost equal to my concern over the voluptuous appearance of his mouth. I decided to have some fun with him about that part of his body.
"I said, 'Why is it that you wear clothing that covers only one part of your body? As you can see, I'm wearing clothes that cover a lot more of my body than you.
"He said very shyly, 'It is not for that part of me to be seen in public. But you, my mistress, have other things that must not be seen by others.'
" 'Has no woman ever seen what you have under your loin cloth?' I asked him.
" 'My… my mother has seen it when I was younger. But no one else has unless one of my sisters peeked when I wasn't looking,' he answered, with a growing awareness of the direction of my questions.
"I was aware that the tribe he was from was a very conservative and moral one as African tribes go, so I pursued the point. 'And have you ever seen your sisters naked?' I asked. 'Have you ever seen what they have underneath their clothes?"
" 'No, but they are younger than me, so they don't have anything to hide yet except what's… what's under their loin cloths between their legs.'
"You mean they don't have anything growing on their chests yet like I have here under my blouse?' I said.
"He nodded his head affirmatively and I asked, 'M'bonji, do you know what these are called in English?' as I pointed to my blouse. When he said he didn't, I informed him. 'Well these are called 'breasts' or 'tits' or sometimes 'knockers' along with a few other things. When a man sees them naked, he often gets very hot in a certain place. Do you know where that is?"
"The boy appeared momentarily flustered, but finally replied, 'Y-y-yes,' in a low voice, 'and pointed to his crotch. 'Down here,' he said bashfully.
" 'Do you know what that's called?' I asked.
" 'That… that's my cock,' he said slowly.
" 'And does it get warm and harder when you think about what's under a woman's clothes? How about my tits? What do you think they look like?' I demanded.
" 'Yes, my Mistress, it makes my… cock feel real funny and nice when I think about what's under a lady's clothes. I… I'd really like to see yours, but I know I never could because it's evil,' he answered.
" ‘Listen, M'bonji,' I told him, Tin going to let you look at my naked tits. You're going to find that I want you to do a lot of things that you may have been told are evil, but you must do them just the same. Now look!"
"And I unbuttoned my blouse very quickly and unclasped my bra in the back. I told him to come up to me and take it off with his own hands, and he immediately did as he was told although his hands were shaking like leaves. When my full tits were stark naked in front of the little twelve-year-old, he inhaled sharply, and I could see a movement underneath his scanty loin cloth. I stood before him in only my short skirt and shoes and began to become aroused thinking about what it was going to feel like to have his virginal lips sucking the hungry lips of my pussy.
"Keeping my eye on his crotch, I asked, 'Tell me, M'bonji, do you ever play with yourself. Do you ever handle your little prick with your hand and make yourself feel good?"
"He winced at my use of the word prick, and I could see that it was a word he wasn't accustomed to hearing a woman use. His eyes grew larger and he said, 'No!"
" 'M'bonji, you must not lie to me. Are you sure you've never played with yourself? I think the truth of the matter is that you have and that seeing my naked tits is making you want to do it to yourself this very minute,' I told him.
"He hung his head and admitted everything I had said was true. I think he thought I was going to punish him, so he was greatly surprised when I said, 'Go ahead and do it then. As a reward for telling me the truth, I'm going to let you play with yourself while you look at my tits.'
"By this time he was getting a lot less afraid of me than he had been at first, and it was clear that he was delighted at being able to jack off while looking at my tits. He grabbed his prick with no hesitation and began working on it. The freedom I was letting him enjoy evidently made him bolder because he then said, 'I've never seen what a pretty, grown lady like you has where I have a cock. Would… would you.., could I see it?"
"I was naturally delighted that he wanted to see my pussy because I was dying to have his mouth on it. But I was teasing myself with him by making it happen slowly in order to give myself a greater thrill. I could have just demanded that he fall down on his knees and start sucking me as soon as he walked in, but it was much more erotically stimulating for me to take it slowly.
" ‘You certainly can!' I told him. 'But you're going to have to work for it. Now I'm going to lie down and I want you to quit playing with yourself for a minute and come to me and take the rest of my clothes off. I'll raise my legs up so you can undo the waistband of my skirt and then I'll lift my ass so you can wriggle my panties off my ass and down my legs. Now get up here on the bed with me. But first get out of that loin cloth. I want you completely naked so I can see all of your black little body.'
"He was quick to do as I ordered and as he stripped my skirt and panties' off I could tell that he could hardly wait to start flogging his prick again.
" 'Now you can play with yourself again,' I said, and he went at it while he sat staring dumbfounded at my newly bared nakedness. His big dark eyes were riveted on my hairy crotch as though he would never again move his head as long as he lived.
"I luxuriated in the feeling of having him watch me, animal like, as he jacked himself off. I found myself stretching my arms and moving my ass around on the bed with increasing enjoyment. I asked him if he had shot off before as a result of playing with himself, and he admitted that it happened often. I asked him if he'd like to touch me somewhere on my naked body, maybe even with his cock, and he enthusiastically replied that he would.
"I said, 'Okay, M'bonji, put your hands on my tits and see if you like touching them as much as you seem to enjoy looking at them.' He did, and although his little cock was hard as a rock he appeared to momentarily forget it as he rubbed with both hands my nipples and the upper expanse of my big tits. I do have rather large ones, you know, and I can tell you that M'bonji didn't fail to massage every square inch of them. His new position put his groin near me so that his cock was touching my skin. I knew he was wanting to touch my pussy with it, but he was sufficiently aware of his being my slave not to ask for it. I was getting plenty hot by then and wanting to have a good wet head job so I told him to start playing around in my pussy hair. He immediately dropped his hands from my tits down to my crotch and started feeling around all through the curls of my cunt hair.
"I told him verbally exactly where to put his hands so as to give me the greatest pleasure. He didn't know how a woman's cunt is built, so I had to give him precise instructions on how to find my pussy lips deep in the mat of my hair, then how to stick his fingers inside them and finally how to locate my clitoris* which was throbbing like crazy. After he'd played with me only a few seconds in his young, amateurish way, I said, 'Now listen and listen closely, M'bonji, I want you to get down on your hands and knees between my legs and put your mouth on my pussy! I'm going to have you suck it and lick it and do all sorts of things to it with your mouth and tongue, do you understand? And you must do everything I tell you. I'm going to get my rocks off, my little slave, and your little mouth is what's going to do it for me.'
"At first he hesitated. I think that was too much for him to do his very first time. He probably thought of my cunt as being dirty and didn't want to put his mouth to it. But he knew he had to do whatever I said, so he overcame any qualms he had about doing it and thrust his head into my crotch.
" ‘Ah, that's the way,' I told him. I could feel his fat lips foraging through the hair of my pussy as though he were a little goat grazing in a meadow. When his lips touched my wet pussy lips he felt my body shudder from the pleasure and stuck in his fat red tongue.
" 'That's the way!' I yelled, encouraging him. 'Let me feel that tongue. Move it in and out of my cunt. Good, good! Now find my clit with it. That's the way! Frig my clit with it!' The kid was a real natural at it. He caught on quick and did a great job of heating up my cunt.
" 'Do it real slow now. Ahhh, that's the way. That's good, that's good. Oh shit, kid, do it just like you're doing it for a while.' I felt a climax building up deep in my cunt, so I said, 'Now let me have it a little faster. That's it, that's it! And let me feel your fingers on my pussy lips while you suck it. Ahhh, good, good! A little faster now, ahhh. Faster, faster! Yes, yes! Oh shit, I'm about to get it!"
"Then, with his little twelve-year-old tongue licking my hot clit with the speed of a tom-tom, I felt myself moving toward a wonderful spasm.
" 'Aiieeeee!' I groaned and got my rocks off so fucking good that I lay still for several minutes.
"Afterwards I gave him a special reward by jacking him off with my hand until his black little cock spewed gobs of white all over the bed. During the first day I had the kid lick my cunt until I came on seven different occasions and I jacked him off twice more.
"For the remainder of the summer I had all the teenage cunt lapping I wanted. And at the end of the summer when I sold M'bonji, I'd trained him into one of the best little cunt lickers you could ever expect to find."
Jean leaned back in her chair after finishing her long monologue and seemed to be reflecting on a pleasurable thought somewhere deep within her consciousness. Then she roused herself and said, 'Excuse me for daydreaming. I was just thinking what it's going to be like next summer when I return to Mombasa and buy a brand new boy.'
Knowing the details of the remarkable young lady's strong sex appetite and her previously evidenced ability to attain the goals she sets for herself, I am quite sure that the following summer found her once again at the slave market in Mombasa.