10 comments/ 111867 views/ 31 favorites The African Affair By: Maggie Red Rose The dark, ebon night in which the large, yellowish-white orb of a brilliant full moon was set cast shadows over the African plain of the Serengeti, named from the Maasai word Siring, meaning "Endless Plain" or better still "The Sea of Grass on Plains." It is a wondrous land covering 27,000 square kilometers that for the Maasai tribe, an indigenous, African, ethnic group of nomadic people who live in East Africa Kenya and northern Tanzania, is home. The Maasai people are noted for their height, tall and lean, and their distinctive customs and dress. Their name is akin to their language, Maa. The vast grass plains are filled with lion, zebra, wildebeests, Thompson's gazelles, hippopotamus, giraffes, baboons, and other creatures of the wild that share it, making it dangerous for one who is not familiar with the wildlife and vast grass plains. One such person was Kelly O'Malley, a very popular high-fashion model, who had decided to take some time off to go on one of the popular photographic safaris on the Serengeti, a vacation that she had been looking forward to for months. However, Kelly now was strapped by her seatbelt into her seat in the small, private twin-engine Cessna charter plane that had taken off from Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, for the campsite where she was to meet up with her personal guide and porters. She was unconscious and slumped forward with her forehead resting against the back of the seat in front of her. Miraculously, Kelly was the lone survivor of the crash, both the pilot and co-pilot having been killed instantly on impact, leaving the mid and tail sections of the fuselage raised up at a steep angle. Hours passed before the large orange ball of the sun whose image shimmered in the early morning heat began to rise above the Eastern horizon, gradually sending fingers of golden light over the mist-covered grasslands of the plains where lions roared their morning greeting to a new day and large herds of wildebeest slowly roamed as they munched the blades of tender grass. Wherever there was an occasional Acacia tree, the morning sunlight cast a shadow on the land. When sunlight illuminated the interior of the downed plane, its filtered light fell upon the slumped body of Kelly who was just beginning to regain consciousness from having suffered a mild concussion when she hit her head against the back of the seat in front of hers. She moaned her pain as the throbbing in her head became more intense as she worked her way towards a conscious state of the reality of the new day that found her heart beating and her lungs taking in oxygen filled with the sweet smell of the grasslands. Eventually Kelly painfully opened her eyes and found herself staring down at the floor with her vision quite hazy and out of focus. Nevertheless, slowly Kelly raised her hands that had been folded together on her head in the typical crash position but now were resting on her knees and placed them on the back of the seat in front of her. She gently pushed herself into as upright a position as she could because of the acute angle of the plane, the nose of the plane having buried itself into the ground. "Oh, god, what happened?" Kelly moaned in a tortured, hushed voice, not really aware yet that the plane in which she was being transported from Nairobi to her base camp had crashed due to some mechanical malfunction. As Kelly's head gradually cleared and her memory slowly returned, she became aware of the events just before the crash. The pilot had spoken through the intercom that they were experiencing some mechanical difficulty and that to be on the safe side she should tighten her seat belt and assume the crash position with her hands resting on top of her head that she should place on her knees. That was the last thing Kelly remembered except for the staccato sputtering of the engine before it cut out as the plane lost altitude and the pilot attempted to do a dead-stick landing. Unfortunately, because of their low altitude and the speed of the plane's descent, the pilot was unable to make a safe landing, and the plane hit hard nose down and almost flipped over onto its top, throwing Kelly violently forward against the back of the seat in front of hers. Now those last frantic memories came flooding back into Kelly's consciousness, and she shivered with the fear that had gripped her when she knew the plane was going to crash and that she might be taking the last breaths of her young life, she being only twenty at the time. Painfully Kelly unlatched her seatbelt and slowly got out of her seat next to the window that was now cracked. She stood up bent over on wobbly legs and stumbled to the cockpit where she looked inside only to find both the captain and his co-pilot slumped over their control yokes dead. A long, silent scream echoed inside Kelly's still throbbing head as reality hit her that she was the lone survivor of the crash and that she was now all alone somewhere in the vast African wilderness of the plains. Minutes passed as Kelly struggled to get control of herself, knowing that she had to do something…anything. Finally, she backed away from the cockpit and gathered what she could: the First Aid Kit, two gallons of water, and some sandwiches and snacks that were available for the flight. Kelly then staggered up the incline of the aisle until she got to the exit door that had popped open upon impact and hung askew on its hinges. The morning heat just about overwhelmed her as she stood in the doorway, but she knew she couldn't stay inside the plane. It was already like an oven. She, therefore, set down her meager supplies, stooped over to let down the folding steps, turned around, and gingerly climbed down to the bottom step. Standing on the bottom step with her hands holding onto the frame of the Exit door, Kelly bent over, held onto the sides of the step, and slowly let herself down until her feet touched the ground. She then straightened up, her head still throbbing painfully with each beat of her heart, and for the first time as she looked around, she saw nothing but the vast grass plains with a large herd of wildebeest in the distance grazing in the morning sunshine, totally unaware of the plane crash and the woman standing alone and bewildered. Except for the plane the only other thing Kelly saw besides the herd of wildebeests was a single Acacia tree standing as a lonely sentinel and looking like an umbrella casting its inviting shadow on the ground beneath its spreading branches. Kelly, therefore, gingerly bent over, picked up what few supplies she had recovered from the plane, and slowly walked over to the tree where she gratefully found shade to provide some relief from the scorching heat and glare of the sun. Backing up to the trunk of the tree, Kelly lightly pressed her back against it and carefully lowered herself to the ground. For now this was as much as she could do except for opening the First Aid Kit, hoping to find aspirin or some kind of pain reliever which she did. Kelly took four Advil with a few swallows of water, closed her eyes, and rested her head in her hands that rested on her knees. Minutes passed into hours as the sun climbed to its afternoon zenith, and in the distance Kelly heard intermittent roars of lions that roamed the plains in search of their day's meal, hoping beyond hope she wasn't going to be one of them. As the afternoon dragged on, Kelly fell asleep, and her head slumped onto her chest from shear exhaustion. She sat motionless, her head still aching slightly now that the Advil had taken effect. Time as time does passed on oblivious to whatever was happening or to whom or what. Time was just time. For Kelly she was unaware of time. She was lost in her sleep and the recesses of her subconscious as she slept, but from time to time she involuntarily moaned when the throbbing in her head spiked. Kelly didn't see the group of tall, very ebon-black women walking towards her as she slept against the trunk of the Acacia. Their hair was short; jet-black; and naturally, tightly curled as found in tribes of Eastern Africa. Each woman wore a red, toga-like wrap-around cloth called a shukka, red being the favorite color among the Maasai. Underneath the red shukka was an undergarment piece of gold cloth. The shukka was worn leaving one shoulder bare. On their feet were simple sandals whose soles were made of pieces of motorcycle tires. There were wooden bracelets on their wrists along with bronze or copper wire bands around their upper arms. Around their necks they wore varying amounts of colorful, woven strands of beaded jewelry that plays an essential part in the ornamentation of their bodies. Dressed as they were, their colorful dress and jewelry against their velvety, black skin made them look stunningly, statuesquely beautiful. It was almost unheard of to find a single woman alone on the grasslands of the Serengeti, especially a white woman, but when they saw the crashed plane, they understood completely. Nevertheless, the ten Maasai women stood around Kelly in the form of a "U," each admiring her youthful beauty; her smooth white skin; her long, silky auburn hair; her petite size; her large, full breasts pressed against her kaki shirt; and her shapely legs that were only partially covered by her matching kaki shorts. Each stood in awe and admiration for this beautiful find of female flesh, so much so they exchanged glances one to the other as well as soft murmurs of agreement. Having had their eye-full of admiring her beauty, one of the women, the tallest standing over six feet and most attractive, whispered to the other nine in their native Maa tongue that they should take her back to their secluded village, secluded because this particular group of women were a Maasai tribe unto itself, being comprised of only women who for various reasons had chosen to live without the company of men. As it were these women were the equivalent to the Amazons given their height and strength of body as well as their independence from any male dominance. Nevertheless, as with all Maasai cattle were of main importance to them, and as did the men of the other tribes, these women took pride in their own herd of cattle that were the sum of their wealth and power, and their cattle plus small herds of sheep and goats were their main source of food. Their daily subsistence included mainly milk from their cattle and meat from the sheep, but they also drank of their blood for protein that they got by shooting a small arrow into the jugular vein on the neck of a cow and catching the flowing blood into hollow gourds. The very tall, svelte woman took her long walking stick, something each woman had that they used also in herding their cattle, and put the tip of it onto Kelly's right shoulder and gently pushed in order to awaken her from sleep. It took some prodding to arouse Kelly given her condition, but she finally did open her eyes, only to find she was no longer alone. Surrounding her were the group of ten Maasai women, each staring at her, consumed with the novelty of her fair complexion and singular beauty. Never before had they seen such a beautiful, foreign woman, and their stumbling upon her delighted each and every one. Upon seeing the women, strange though they looked to her as far as their dress was concerned not to mention the height, Kelly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she was no longer alone and lost on the seemingly never-ending grasslands. The woman who had awakened Kelly with her walking stick said something to her, but Kelly, of course, not speaking Maa didn't understand a word she said. Realizing this herself, the woman pointed to herself and said very slowly and distinctly the word Eng'ai (N -- guy). When Kelly made no response, she repeated herself several times, each time tapping her chest and saying, "Eng'ai." Finally, Kelly understood the striking black woman was telling her name to her. Eng'ai. Kelly smiled knowingly, repeating her name as best she could, "Eng'ai?" Saying it as if a question. The leader smiled back at Kelly and shook her head "yes." She then pointed her stick at Kelly and said something that sounded like a question, and Kelly understood that she, having given her name, wanted to know by what name she should be called. Kelly, therefore, sounded her first name slowly, thinking that if she spoke slowly the woman would understand her. "Kel…ley," she said. "My name is Kel…ley." The leader and all the other women looked at Kelly and at one another in quizzical surprise, their ears so unaccustomed to hearing English spoken. However, the leader attempted to repeat Kelly's name. "K…Kel…ley," she mouthed deliberately. "Kel…ley." Kelly shook her head "yes" and repeated her name once more as she pointed to herself, "Kelly." The leader grinned broadly and looked around the group with great satisfaction, telling them all to say her name, and in unison each woman in her own way said, "Kelly." Once this initial greeting was accomplished, the leader Eng'ai, pointed at each of the other nine women and spoke their names: Yieyio (Yee-a-yeoh), Nashal (Nah-shall), Inkilani (In-key-lahnee), Oldoinyo (Ohl-dough-een-yoh), Oibor (O-ee-bohr), Olmal (Ohl-mahl), Sinyati (Sin-yah-tee), Maathi (Mah-thigh), Wangari (Won-gahr-ee). Kelly just smiled during the introductions, knowing she'd never remember all their names, but she was sure she knew the leader's name, Eng'ai, and that she thought was the most important name to remember. After Eng'ai had sounded each of the tribeswoman's name, she looked satisfied with herself, and then she pointed to two of the women, Yieyio and Olmal, and had them go over to help Kelly to her feet while Nashal and Oldoinyo picked up her few belongings, the First Aid Kit, water, and food. Eng'ai turned and led the way with the two women with Kelly falling in behind her and the rest in line. Kelly didn't know where they were taking her, but she knew she had no choice but to go with them, hoping that through them she'd be able to be rescued. It must have been over an hour's walk before the group came to their village that Kelly found out later are called kraals that are arranged in a circular fashion and are surrounded by fence made of acacia branches that have thorns on them to prevent lions from attacking the cattle. The houses are loaf-shaped and are made of mud, sticks, grass, cow dung and urine. Eng'ai led the way to a house located in the middle of nine other houses and ushered Kelly into it while the other women went to their respective houses or to do some communal tasks. Unlike other Maasai villages where families share larger houses, each of the women had her own private house or hut since none had any husbands or children. Theirs was strictly an all-women tribe for which Kelly would soon discover to her naïve surprise and horror. It took a few minutes for Kelly's pupils to adjust to the dim light inside Eng'ai's house, but when she could make out of her surroundings was that it had a dirt floor, two sleeping mats, and a few shelves attached to the walls on which were beautifully crafted gourds used to hold water, dry foods, and medicinal ointments. Near the center was a smoldering fire that was surrounded by walls of dried mud, and there was a small hole in the roof above it through which smoke was drawn to the outside. Eng'ai soon followed Kelly into her hut after she had given instructions to the women and stood beside her. She touched her arm, and said, "Kelly," pointing to the mat along the side of the left wall where she wanted her to go. As Kelly did as told, Eng'ai went to the other mat, propped her walking stick against the wall, and sat down on her mat, and looked across the short space that separated her and Kelly. Kelly went inside herself, wondering what was going to happen to her. For now she was relieved that she had been found by the group of tall, black women, but at the same time since they could not communicate with one another, she didn't know what to do or what was going to happen. In truth, besides being with the other women she was, nevertheless, trapped in a world not of silence but of lack of communication. However, what was about to happen to her Kelly had no idea, nor could she have conceived what was in store for her now that she was singularly lost in the grasslands of the Serengeti. While Kelly was mulling over her situation, Eng'ai studied her lovely houseguest, thinking things that were the furthest from Kelly's mind. At one point Kelly's and Eng'ai's eyes locked, Eng'ai's deep, dark black eyes and Kelly's sparkling, light brown eyes. Eng'ai smiled at Kelly in a strange way, and Kelly was amazed at how white Eng'ai's teeth looked in sharp contrast to her velvety-smooth, ebon, dark skin even visible in the dim light within her hut. Kelly still had no idea what fate had in store for her, especially since she could not communicate with the Maasai women except through hand gestures, but she made up her mind she would do the best she could to keep the favor of her hostesses since all that she saw in the compound were women. There was not a man in sight, and Kelly thought this to be quite strange. While Eng'ai kept Kelly's stare locked onto her, she arose and looked so tall, over six feet, to Kelly who herself was only five feet one inch tall, making her about a head shorter than the native women who had found her. In just a couple of long strides Eng'ai stood towering over Kelly who was still seated on her mat. She motioned Kelly to stand up, a gesture Kelly understood, and so she stood up to face Eng'ai whose name she remembered. Without saying a word, Eng'ai reached out with her hands and put them under Kelly's large breasts that were 34D and felt their size and weight, making a sound of approval. Kelly was caught off guard, not expecting such a forward action by Eng'ai, and instinctively she pulled back, but Eng'ai squeezed her breasts firmly with her long fingers, catching her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and pulling on them until it hurt, so Kelly stopped trying to free her breasts from Eng'ai's firm hold on her nipples and stood still while Eng'ai continued to feel and massage her breasts with her pliable hands. As Eng'ai tweaked Kelly's nipples, she could not stop responding to Eng'ai's manipulation of them, and despite herself she felt her areolas begin to puff up and her nipples become stiff and erect. It was just a normal reaction to such a seductive touch. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Eng'ai sighed with pleasure while playing with Kelly's tits, pleasure Kelly herself could not ignore nor deny. What Kelly didn't understand was the reason Eng'ai had for caressing her breasts, but as Eng'ai continued massaging Kelly's full, round breasts, especially her taut nipples, a rude awakening flashed through Kelly's mind. "I was found by women, and I've not seen any men around or inside the kraal," Kelly pondered. "Only women. And now here's Eng'ai, the leader feeling me up with complete abandonment." As Kelly searched for a plausible reason for this to be so, she kept coming up with the only possible conclusion: This tribe of women just might be all lesbians. That would explain Eng'ai's interest in her breasts and the reason for her feeling her up as she was doing. Having come to this conclusion as the only possible explanation, for the first time since having survived the plane crash, she was frightened…frightened with the reality that she was totally at the mercy of these Maasai women, each of them so much taller and stronger than she. Eng'ai felt Kelly tremble and believed she had figured out who and what she and the other women were: Lesbians. With that thought in mind, Eng'ai licked her upper lip with her pink tongue, leaving her black skin glistening with her saliva. The African Affair Smiling salaciously, Eng'ai reached over with her fingers to the top button on Kelly's kaki shirt that she wore outside her kaki shorts and began to unbutton it one button at a time until she was able to spread the two sides apart. When Eng'ai spread Kelly's shirt open, her black eyes, seeming even darker against the whites of her eyes, absolutely gleamed with immediate pleasure. Without hesitating and before Kelly could say anything, Eng'ai quickly removed Kelly's shirt and dropped it onto the mat, leaving her breasts covered by just her sheer bra that allowed Eng'ai to see her soft, smooth, white flesh beneath it. She could also see Kelly's large, round, pink areolas and the ring of gooseflesh dotting the outer edge. Eng'ai also saw Kelly's darker, pink nipples that stood tall and erect from her playing with them. Knowing Eng'ai could see her breasts beneath the sheer material of her white, silk bra, Kelly blushed, and she felt herself becoming warm inside, and despite her wanting to be in total control of her emotions, especially any sexual arousal because of Eng'ai's advances on her, Kelly couldn't help her body's natural response to Eng'ai's caressing her breasts. While struggling within herself, Eng'ai pointed to Kelly's breasts and said something while at the same time making a gesture for her to take off her bra. That Kelly understood. Kelly's first thought was to refuse to take off her bra, but the truth of her situation struck home, and she knew for certain she was at the mercy of Eng'ai and the other nine women whatever they had in mind or intended to do with her. Kelly was certain if she refused to remove her bra, Eng'ai could and would remove it by force either by herself or with the help of some of the other women. Therefore, reluctantly Kelly reached around her back, unsnapped the three hooks, and timidly removed her bra, letting it drop to the mat next to her shirt. Now, even though they wear their toga-like shukkas Maasai women unlike Western women wear no undergarment to support their breasts. Therefore, by their own weight, as the women get older, their breasts develop what is known as Cooper's Droop. It is only when Maasai girls are young and entering into their latter teenage years of about eighteen that their breasts are firm and pert. In fact, their smooth, black breasts stand out proudly on their chests with their areolas a dark chocolate color, and their nipples are black. It came as no surprise to Kelly that Eng'ai was taken with her beautiful, big, full, white breasts with their pink, large areolas that were now fully encircled with puckered gooseflesh and her darker pink, taut nipples that Eng'ai had pleasured to full erection. Kelly could read Eng'ai's lustful pleasure in her ebon eyes and saw it on her smiling face as she stepped a little closer to her and placed her lighter colored palms in contrast to her black skin completely on her breasts and massaged them while emitting moans of wanton pleasure through her slightly parted, full lips. Eng'ai said something to Kelly that sounded like a compliment, but, of course, she did not understand; however, she knew Eng'ai was enjoying not only seeing her white breasts, perhaps the first white breasts she had ever seen in her life, but feeling their warm fullness with her massaging hands. Minutes passed while Eng'ai continued to play with Kelly's tits, causing Kelly to become sexually aroused despite her attempt to control her erotic nature, and she even felt herself becoming wet between her legs. However, Eng'ai stopped and dropped her long arms to her sides. Eng'ai then looked down at Kelly and tried to talk to her with her eyes about her next intention, but she, too, knew it was hopeless. Realizing that this was the way it was going to be between them as well as among the other nine female warriors, Eng'ai decided that she would just do what she wanted to do with Kelly, knowing that Kelly really had no way of defending off her advances. Therefore, Eng'ai reached out and unbuckled Kelly's cloth, military-type belt and slid the one end through the brass buckle, unbuttoned the top button, took hold of the zipper pull, and slid the zipper down all the way until she was able to spread Kelly's shorts open enough for her to take hold of both sides and begin to slide them over her hips. However, their size difference made it difficult for Eng'ai, so she motioned to Kelly to remove her kaki shorts, Kelly reluctantly complying with Eng'ai's wish. This left Kelly standing in front of Eng'ai in just her revealing white thong that showed off her beautiful, round ass cheeks and her auburn pubic hair that she wore up the center of her mons, the rest having been waxed off at a beauty salon so she'd have her bikini line. She also had her long socks and hiking boots on her small feet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," groaned Eng'ai, catching Kelly's immediate attention. When she looked up into Eng'ai's sexually glazed eyes, she saw nothing but lust, lust for her as she saw her staring at her nearly naked body. "Hmmmm," sounded Eng'ai as she motioned to Kelly to take off her thong, shoes, and socks. Having gone this far, Kelly once again willingly gave into Eng'ai's command. She bent over, untied her hiking boots, spread the laces, and removed both shoes. She then rolled down her white socks and slid them off her feet and dropped them onto her shoes. When she looked up at Eng'ai, she saw her lust-crazed eyes, and she timidly slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her thong and slowly slid them down over her round hips, past her molded thighs and shapely calves, and let them drop around her bare feet, kicking them off to the side next to her kaki shirt and shorts and hiking boots and socks. Now Kelly was standing in front of Eng'ai completely naked, and once more she blushed with embarrassment even though she knew she had no choice but to obey Eng'ai's commands. She knew her life was in her hands and that she'd have to do whatever was asked of her whether she wanted it or not or whether she liked it or not. This for the present was her fate. After admiring Kelly's nakedness and the complete whiteness of her Caucasian flesh in contrast to her total black self, Eng'ai motioned for Kelly to stay just where she was. As Kelly did so, aware of every movement Eng'ai made, she watched in total amazement—and she had to admit with some interest, too—as she began to remove her beaded jewelry from around her long, slender neck, dropping them onto Kelly's mat. The bronze wire bands around her neck and arms Eng'ai kept on as signs of her rank and authority. Eng'ai slid her feet out of her sandals and then slipped her red toga-like shukka from her right shoulder and worked it off her long body. She did the same with the thinner, gold garment beneath it, leaving her completely naked in front of Kelly. "Gawd," Kelly thought, "Eng'ai's absolutely beautiful. Her skin. Her ebon skin so smooth and velvety looking, and her breasts tipped with her black areolas and blacker nipples hard and erect." However, what captured Kelly's close attention was Eng'ai's pussy. Her mons was not covered with long pubic hair as hers, but like the hair on her head her pubic hair was naturally tight and curly, and her now swollen labia due to her sexual arousal that came as a result of playing with Kelly's big breasts and seeing her strip completely naked before her were quite visible despite the space between them. "Oh, my," Kelly breathed deeply, "Eng'ai is like a black goddess, so tall and statuesque and with such distinct facial features with her natural, black hair; her dark, ebon eyes; her broad nose; her full, sensual lips; her long, slender neck; her breasts the color of coal; her slim but well-formed hips; and, of course, her long, long legs down to her bare feet that were black on top but faded to a lighter color around the bottom. She is absolutely lovely." Eng'ai saw Kelly staring at her naked body now and smiled, pleased with the positive way in which she looked at her. Moving her right arm from Kelly to her and back again, Eng'ai made a sound of comparison and smiled brightly at her, nodding her head in the affirmative as if to ask, "Yes?" Kelly needed no interpreter to understand what Eng'ai meant. Instead, she returned Eng'ai's smile and nodded her head in the affirmative, too. Both then smiled at one another, and that shared smile eased some of Kelly's fear, but little did she know what was to come next. Kelly's thinking right then was that Eng'ai just wanted to see the nakedness of one another so she could allow both Kelly and her to see the stark contrast in their nakedness, Kelly's whiteness and Eng'ai's blackness. Like the difference between day and night. However, Kelly was about to find out otherwise just what Eng'ai had in store for her for the long hours to come, not only between them but also with the other nine women of the tribe. It would be a day Kelly would or could never forget. Eng'ai came to Kelly, took her by the arm and led her out of her hut into the compound where she saw the other nine women standing in a semi-circle, all of them naked as were they. The woman on the far left was standing next to a large cow, holding on to a twisted, twine rope around its neck. Kelly saw the cow's udder was full and swollen with milk, it not having been milked yet. While Eng'ai, their leader, had Kelly inside her hut, the other nine women had things to do to prepare for a special ceremony with Kelly as the main attraction. While this ninth woman had been caring for the cow, the other eight women cut and brought back ten thin branches from an acacia tree just outside the kraal. Carefully and painstakingly they cut off all the thorns but left small nubs at the places from which the thorns had been cut away from the thin branches. The cow-tending woman had also brought her small bow and several short arrows out from her hut as well as having gone into the communal hut to fetch two medium-sized hollow gourds that are used like bottles. In these gourds the Maasai keep the rich milk from their cows as well as collect blood for rites and ceremonies. The blood comes from shooting a small arrow into a cow's jugular vein so that when it is removed, with each pumping of the cow's heart blood squirts from the temporary wound. This does not kill the cow. The Maasai hold their cattle with great pride and esteem, believing the gods gave them both grass and cows as gifts. When Eng'ai led Kelly out of her hut, all of the tribal women looked at the pair with great wonderment, each one marveling at the stark contrast between their bodies' skin color, ebon black and pale white except for Kelly's mild tan on the exposed parts of her gorgeous, curvy body. As they advanced toward the group of women, Eng'ai spoke commands, and each one stood at the ready for what was to take place. Maathi, the one holding the grey colored cow, led it into the center of the group and stood beside its head. Oibor and Sinyati came over to Kelly and each took an arm, sliding a thin, twisted, vine rope with a slipknot woven into the end around her wrists and pulled it snugly. This frightened Kelly, and she struggled to get away, but the harder she struggled the tighter the rope on her wrists became, actually causing some pain from its rubbing around her delicate skin. Therefore, once again Kelly had to give in to whatever the women were going to do with her. She had no other choice, so she finally stood still and waited. Maathi turned her head towards Oibor and told her to take the bow and shoot the arrow into the cow's neck, pull it out of the jugular vein, and fill one of the empty gourds that was lying on the ground. This she did. When Kelly saw this being done, her stomach churned in disgust, and she turned her head so she couldn't see what Oibor was doing; however, Eng'ai put her large hand onto Kelly's head and forced it around since for them what was being done in the letting of the cow's blood was a sacred ceremony with which she was not only involved but the reason for the ceremony in the first place. So, Kelly was forced to watch the cow's red blood squirt out from the small hole in its neck until the gourd was full. After that gourd was filled with the cow's blood, Oibor got the other empty gourd, went to the other end of the cow, knelt down, took hold of its teats and squeezed and pulled on them until she had squirted enough milk to fill the second gourd. Now, the tribe of lesbian women had their two elements, blood and thick, rich milk, the two elements of their ceremony just as bread and wine are the two elements in the Christian Eucharist, symbolizing the body and blood of Christ. Some of the cow's rich, red blood they would use by itself, and the rest they would mix together into a blood-milk concoction. When all of this had been accomplished, Eng'ai gave a command, and Sinyati and Oibor put their hands on Kelly's shoulders and pushed her to the ground until she was kneeling at the feet of Eng'ai. Once in that submissive position Eng'ai asked for the gourd filled with the warm blood that Oibor brought to her. With the blood-filled gourd in her right hand, Eng'ai put her left hand onto Kelly's forehead and bent her head back, bringing the edge of the gourd to her lips. Eng'ai opened her mouth wide and nodded for Kelly to open her mouth, too, but Kelly shook her head "NO," thrashing her head from side to side to avoid what she knew Eng'ai wanted her to do. However, Eng'ai, loosing her patience, pressed the lip of the gourd hard against Kelly's mouth, forcing her to open wide, and once Kelly's mouth was open Eng'ai poured a steady stream of the red, hot blood into Kelly's mouth who was forced to swallow or gag from having her mouth so full of the rich fluid. Kelly tasted the metallic flavor of the cow's blood filling her mouth, passing over her tongue, coating her taste buds on the bottom of her tongue, and flowing down her throat into her stomach. She gagged a little, but Kelly found that the taste of the cow's blood was not much different from sucking her own blood from a paper cut or having stuck herself with a pin that drew blood to the surface. The cow's blood was just stronger to her taste, thicker in viscosity, and greater quantity. Seeing Kelly's throat move up and down as she drank three or four mouthfuls of the cow's blood, Eng'ai titled the gourd and withdrew it from Kelly's mouth, leaving her lips covered with the cow's warm blood that she instinctively licked clean with her tongue. Eng'ai smiled well pleased with this, and she allowed Kelly to raise her head. "At least the worst is over," Kelly thought. "What could be worse than drinking cow's blood?" Well, what happened next might not have been worse, but Eng'ai took the gourd from which Kelly had just drunk, and slowly poured a thin stream of blood onto the middle of her forehead that then ran down over her eyes that she closed so the blood would not get into her eyes, down the bridge and over the nostrils of her slender nose, over her mouth, and down her chin until it dripped onto her breasts that ran over the fullness of her buxom orbs until the blood dripped off the tips of her hard nipples and onto the tops of her thighs. Eng'ai then poured some of the blood between Kelly's breasts' deep cleavage so that it ran down the middle of her body, filled her dimpled bellybutton, and continued onto her mons where it mingled with her auburn pubic hair. After the blood slowly weaved its way through Kelly's pubic hair, it trickled onto her clit that despite her own rejection of becoming sexually aroused had become hard and erect, poking its rounded head beyond its protective hood. From her swollen clit the blood ran down between her puffy pussy lips, past her pee hole and vaginal slit that was covered with her own pussy cream, along her perineum between the crack of her ass cheeks until it just stopped before it dropped onto the dirt ground. Eng'ai drank of the cow's blood herself and then handed the blood gourd over to Oibor to drink and then pass it around for all the women to drink in their turn. When the gourd returned to Oibor, she mixed some of the cow's rich milk from the second gourd in with the blood that remained and swirled it around to make it one, single drink of blood-milk. Oibor handed the gourd back to Eng'ai who immediately made Kelly drink the concoction of blood-milk in successive mouthfuls, about four. Kelly once more instinctively licked her lips clean, thinking to herself that the mixture of blood and rich milk was rather tasty. Once Kelly had drunk of the blood-milk concoction, Eng'ai put the gourd to her full lips and took several full draughts of the precious liquid. She handed the gourd to Oibor who once more drank in turn and then it on to each of the women so they, too, could savor the rich taste of the blood mixed with cow's milk. Kelly just knelt before Eng'ai and stared upon the ground as she wondered what else was in store for her for which she had absolutely no idea. However, by now Kelly had made up her mind to go along willingly with whatever was to happen. She knew she had no other choice than to go along with the will of Eng'ai and the other nine tribal women. Little did she know, however, what lay in store for her. Not in her wildest imagination was Kelly ready for what was about to happen. Eng'ai barked out some orders, and immediately Oibor and Sinyati reached down, took Kelly by her hands, and helped her to her feet. They then turned her around so that she was facing the large ass of the cow with its swishing tail going back and forth to help keep the flies off her private parts. Oibor and Sinyati walked Kelly right up to the cow's big ass and because of the difference in their size compared with Kelly's petite five feet one inches, they lifted her off the ground with ease and put her front-side down onto the back of the cow, her legs spreading wide over the cow's bony hips, her arms dangling down the cow's sides, and her head resting sideways on the cow's neck. Kelly's big, full breasts flattened on the cow's back with each tit resting on one side of her vertebrate. Without so much as a pause, Oibor and Sinyati took hold of the vine rope that was on Kelly's wrists and slid their hands along it until they were raising Kelly's arms upwards towards the cow's head. In that stretched-out position Oibor and Sinyati took the ends of the rope and tied each strand around one of the lyre-shaped horns, pulling them tightly so that Kelly was secure lying on the back of the cow with her arms outstretched and her legs spread wide just from the size of the cow's ass, leaving Kelly's pussy splayed wide that exposed her asshole and vaginal slit that was agape, showing the coral color inside of her vagina. Eng'ai, of course, was in the perfect position behind the cow and Kelly to have an un-obstructive view of Kelly's full womanhood, her feminine "V" in an upside down position with her lovely, full, round ass cheeks rising upwards like two round ridges of a mountain meeting to form a valley that was the crease down the middle of her butt. "Ungh!" groaned Kelly as she was hoisted into this most awkward position on top of the cow's back, not having the faintest idea why. "What earthly reason are these women doing this to me, slinging me on top of the cow's back?" Kelly questioned herself. What Kelly didn't see was each of the women coming towards her with a long, thin acacia branch from which they had cut off all the thorns but let the nubs where they cut still exposed on the pliable branches. When the women had formed a tight semi-circle around the rear of the cow as well as around Kelly's rear with Eng'ai standing directly behind the cow and Kelly with her acacia stick in hand, she raised it high above her head and with the snap of her wrist brought it down hard against Kelly's right ass cheek, causing a stinging pain to shoot through Kelly's body. The African Affair "Ow, oh gawd," Kelly cried out in pain when she felt the nub-covered acacia stick slap against her tender flesh, immediately causing a slightly bleeding welt to rise beet-red. "Stop! Stop!" Kelly cried out as tears rolled from her eyes and down her cheeks. Never before had Kelly ever felt such pain. Never before had Kelly any experience with BDSM, bondage and discipline and sadism and masochism, mild or otherwise. This was a first for her, and she didn't like it. Just as the first smack of the nub-covered acacia stick began to subside, Whack! A second slap hit her left ass cheek, causing the same outcry of pain. "Oh, gawd, Eng'ai, that hurts!" Kelly cried out, Eng'ai's name being the only Maasai word she knew from their having exchanged names when she was first found by them after the plane crash where she had rested against the trunk of an acacia tree in its comforting shade on the Serengeti grasslands. "Oh, please, stop! Don't hit me anymore! Please!" pleaded Kelly, but to no avail. Another long, red welt rose on her left as cheek, it, too, having drawn drops of blood where the nubs had struck her tender ass flesh. Plead though she did, the lashings went on as each of the ten women took turns whacking Kelly's ass and the backs of her upper thighs. The whacks came in staccato bursts. Whack! Whack! Whack! Swish! Swish! Swish! Slap! Slap! Slap! With each stroke of the acacia branches, Kelly cried out in increasing pain, and red lines and welts rose on her tender ass flesh and upper thighs, causing trickles of blood to run down each spot where a nub had made its mark. As the spanking went on, however, a strange thing happened within Kelly's mind. Her female brain that senses both pain and pleasure got its wires crossed, sending mixed signals throughout Kelly's brain and body. With each new smack Kelly found herself caught between the two poles of feeling, pain and pleasure, and as hard as it was for her, she eventually found herself finding sexual, erotic pleasure in the midst of the pain, and her lovely pussy became wetter and wetter with her own natural lubricant that forms just inside her vaginal slit from the Bartholin glands as well as around the edges of her vaginal lips. In time what Eng'ai and the other nine lesbian women heard coming from Kelly was a mixture of sounds: "Ow! Oh! Ouch! Ah! Stop! More! Gawd! Hurts! Hot! Oooooo! Ohhhhoooowwwww!" Such a mixture of pain and pleasure…pleasure and pain. Sometime in between all the spanking the women were administering to Kelly, she passed out from an intense state of pain and pleasure, a sensation she had never felt ever before in her young life. The strange part about this whole spanking affair was the fact that in time Kelly came to enjoy it…to become sexually aroused by it…to become erotically stimulated by it…to fall into the depths of some unexplainable wanton desire. Minutes passed after the spanking ended, and by the time Kelly became conscious of her surroundings and remembered where she was and what the women had been doing to her, she felt a completely different sensation. She was now no longer feeling the spanking of the acacia switches. She was feeling the wet softness of tongues licking all over her welted ass, licking up the blood that had come to the surface at each of the spots where the nubs on the acacia switches had left its telltale mark. "Oh, my gawd, they're actually licking my ass and thighs. Tasting my blood. It's almost like my drinking the warm, red blood of the cow," Kelly mused with great surprise. "Ahhhhhhhh, their tongues are so very soothing. Their saliva is actually helping to take away the intensity of the pain," Kelly moaned within herself; although, each of the women heard her and smiled knowingly. After all they planned to do to Kelly was over, they would apply a special ointment of cow fat, rich milk, and jell from the wild sisal plant that is similar to the aloe plant onto her welts that would heal them, leaving no marks or scars. This tribe of Maasai women were all lesbians, and they did to one another what they had just done to Kelly, each having a spanking fetish as well as loving to perform cunnilingus on one another. Eng'ai, being the chosen leader, had the advantage as if she were the Queen Bee in the hive because she could be serviced by any one of the others or by any number together or at the same time. As for Kelly, she was so glad the spanking had stopped as she lay on the back of the cow, actually feeling relaxed with the warmth radiating from her naked, welted butt flesh that was a cherry red color. She was breathing deeply and slowly, thinking that what she endured was all over. However, just like the stillness before a storm, Kelly's moments of respite from the intense spanking was over. During the brief interlude Eng'ai had retrieved her long, smooth walking stick and wiped off the dust that had collected on the end. As Eng'ai was doing that she sent Wangari to her hut and bring back a gourd that was cut about seven inches from the base and rubbed smooth into a bowl. Inside the bowl was the mixture of cow's fat; rich, creamy cow's milk; and wild sisal, a local plant that resembles aloe that has medicinal properties. When Wangari returned with the gourd, Eng'ai dipped into the mixture and brought out a large amount and covered the end of her walking staff, about seven or eight inches from the bottom, making sure to leave a glob of the mixture on the very end. Once she accomplished this, Eng'ai once more walked up to the back of the cow on which Kelly lay spread-eagle, her beautiful, sexy pussy rudely on display for all the women to see. Eng'ai looked at Kelly's puffy labia and smiled, knowing that despite her recent flogging with the acacia sticks with their welt-raising nubs, she had nonetheless become sexually aroused. She could tell this because she saw Kelly's gaping vaginal slit very creamy wet with her natural lubrication and juices that had run out of her slit and down between her legs. Seeing this gave Eng'ai the notion that what she was about to do to Kelly would not be hindered nor would it cause her any pain. In fact, with a wicked grin on her face that showed her beautiful white teeth, Eng'ai was convinced that Kelly would actually enjoy what she was about to do to her. Eng'ai ordered Oibor and Sinyati to take hold of Kelly's ass cheeks and spread them, thus opening her love canal even more than it was in her splayed-out position. Pleased with what she saw, Eng'ai lifted her walking stick until it was level with Kelly's pussy and moved the head of it directly onto Kelly's vaginal opening, causing her to come to her senses and jump at the touch of the walking stick on her private parts. What was touching her vaginal opening, however, she had no idea since she was still lying face down on the back of the cow. Slowly Eng'ai rotated the well-lubricated tip of her walking stick with the mixture of cow's fat and sisal jell around Kelly's vaginal slit, pressing gently as she inserted the end into her. "Oh, no, what are they going to do to me now," Kelly moaned within her troubled mind. Lying as she was on the cow's back, she could see nothing that was being done to her. She could only feel what was being done. What Kelly did know was that her womanhood was being invaded by someone or something; however, who or what she didn't know. Eng'ai, becoming very sexually aroused at the site of the end of her walking stick disappearing into Kelly's vagina caused her mixture of natural lubricant and vaginal juices to run our of her slit and trickle down the insides of her thighs, leaving very visible trails of wetness on her black skin. Breathing hard, not from expending energy but from sexual arousal, Eng'ai slowly slid her walking stick into Kelly's vagina, its being well-covered with the mixture of cow's fat and sisal jell allowing it to meet no resistance. In fact, Eng'ai's walking stick slid the full eight inches into Kelly's pussy, rubbing against the rows of fleshy ridges and the soft, spongy area where her hard G-Spot was that was pressing down from the weight of the Para urethral fluid that had been collecting from the small Para urethral tubes surrounding her larger urethra that opened above her vaginal slit as her pee hole. "Ohhhhhhhh, my," sighed Kelly as she felt her vagina give way to the end of Eng'ai's walking stick that was about two inches in diameter/girth. It felt like the dildos and vibrators she used on herself or with other women or men when she was making love. "Oh, gawd, whatever is in my vagina feels soothing and very arousing," continued Kelly's train of sensual thought. Synapses in her brain were already transmitting electrical signals in specific parts of her brain which in turn activate neurotransmitters that sent stimulating chemicals such as Dopamine to all the erogenous zones, causing sexual excitation in her body such as making her nipples hard and sensitive to touch, digital or lingual, or arouse her primary sexual organ next to the largest sex organ, the brain, that is her clit. Kelly's clit was fully enlarged and erect, peeking out from beneath its protective hood, and resting just below her puffy, blood-engorged shaft, making it quite visible to Eng'ai as she continued to fuck Kelly with the lubricated end of her walking stick. In her own sexual excitement and hearing Kelly moan with sensual pleasure, Eng'ai increased the speed of thrusting her walking stick in and out of Kelly's very creamy vaginal canal, knowing that soon she would help Kelly to have her long-overdue orgasms ever since the spanking she and her tribe's women had inflicted on Kelly's sweet, sensitive tush. Kelly's body began to tremble with sexual energy, causing her to moan and groan with wanton desire. When Eng'ai heard Kelly's moans and groans, she knew it was time. Kelly was going to have her orgasms. Thus, Eng'ai swiftly but gently withdrew her walking stick from Kelly's vagina, seeing those eight inches that had been working in and out inside her pussy gleaming with her body's feminine pussy cream mixed with the cow's fat and sisal jell. Quickly Eng'ai handed her walking stick to Oibor and took two long steps into the "V" of Kelly's splayed legs where she put her hands on the backs of her round thighs, bent her head forward, and pushed her whole face into Kelly's hairy pussy. Eng'ai's senses were assaulted by a mixture of smells: the fragrance of Kelly's feminine musk as well as the mixture of cow's fat, creamy milk, and wild sisal jell. The mixed aromas were sexually intoxicating and erotically stimulating to Eng'ai, causing her to salivate so heavily, drool dripped from the corners of her mouth. However, Eng'ai knew exactly what to do to satisfy her sexual hunger. She instinctively caught Kelly's swollen, vibrating clit between her full lips and sucked on it as waves of sexual energy sought their path to the vortex of Kelly's womanhood, her clit. She sucked on Kelly's hard, erect clit hungrily like a starving child quickly devours a bowl of food when given it after days of not eating until she heard her scream out her orgasms. "Oh, my gawwwwdddddddd! I'm going to cum! Oh, yesssssssss! I'm cummiinnnggggg!" Kelly bellowed like a lioness roars on the Serengeti grass plain her pleasure after having been serviced by a lion. Kelly thrust her pussy up from the cow's back and shoved herself backwards, forcing Eng'ai's open mouth deeper onto her splayed, puffy labia completely covering her pee hole and vaginal slit that was agape from having had the walking stick inside her vagina. She did this just in time as Kelly's first full, steady stream of clear, sweet-slightly salty tasting ejaculate squirted from her pee hole directly into Eng'ai's mouth, filling it to overflowing that she swallowed as she relaxed her throat and allowed Kelly's love juice to run freely into her stomach. Eng'ai loved it when a woman shoots her ejaculate into her willing mouth to taste and savor, but the very idea that it was Kelly, a white woman, ejaculating into her mouth was especially sexually stimulating. Eng'ai even pictured her black face buried into Kelly's white pussy and between her white thighs as a second, third, and fourth shot of ejaculate filled her working mouth to swallow, mouthful after mouthful until just a trickle of love juice dribbled from Kelly's pee hole. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, this white woman's juices taste so good, so sweet," Eng'ai thought in her sex-starved brain, appreciating the fact that this was the first white woman's pussy she had ever had the pleasure of eating and drinking her fluids. In the meantime the other nine women who had gathered into a tightly-formed semi-circle so they could see Eng'ai eat Kelly's pussy and enjoy her ejaculation, stared on in utter amazement, enthralled with the sharp contrast of Eng'ai's ebon, black skin with the pale, white flesh of their captive. When Kelly began to come down from her orgasmic high, breathing deeply as her breasts rose and fell onto the cow's hairy back, Eng'ai raised her head and licked the vestiges of Kelly's pussy cream and wetness from her lips, her black eyes sparkling with sexual satisfaction at having just eaten Kelly's pussy and enjoying the fruit of her labor at the Gates of Kelly's feminine Nirvana. Eng'ai turned around and faced her lesbian tribes-women, seeing the sexual hunger in each of their eyes. Therefore, without hesitation Eng'ai stepped aside, took her walking stick into her hand and rested the still-lubed tip on the ground, the bottom of her right foot resting against her left leg at the knee in true Maasai fashion, and with a wave of her left hand invited the women to have a taste of Kelly's pussy themselves. Thus, for about the next hour Kelly had her used pussy kissed, licked, sucked, and eaten by each and every one of the other nine women as she moaned and writhed in utmost sexual delirium because with each new mouth on her, being multi-orgasmic, she enjoyed an orgasm and gave each a taste of her love juice…not as full in quantity as she had ejaculated into Eng'ai's willing, hungry mouth but a taste nevertheless. For that hour Kelly was in sexual heaven, and during that time she had completely forgotten the harsh spanking she had received by the very ones whose mouths, lips, and tongues were giving her such sexual pleasure. This was Kelly's Nirvana! When the eating of Kelly's pussy ended, she was absolutely exhausted from having expended so much physical, emotional, and sexual energy, but to her surprise her ordeal was not over yet. There was more…only this time it was turn about-fair play. Kelly's wrists were untied from the horns of the cow, and she was painfully lowered to her knees onto the ground, so long had she been lying on the back of the cow with her arms outstretched, her body pressed against the bony backbone of the cow, and her legs spread wide over the rump of the bovine. However, there was no rest for her. To her utter amazement the women lined up in a queue, each one wanting to be serviced by her lovely white face between their long, black legs with their short, kinky hair mons that covered their already puffy labia from constant sexual arousal and their hard, erect clits aching to be sucked into submission and released through orgasms by this white woman. Thus, another hour or so passed as each in turn stepped up to the kneeling Kelly, spread her legs on either side of her face, and squatted down until their nether lips made contact with Kelly's lovely, moist, pink lips that they wanted to suck their clits until they enjoyed their orgasms, shooting their ejaculate into her open mouth and making her drink every mouth load of pussy juice until she was full of it. While waiting her turn, some of the women who admired Kelly's magnificent, full breasts with their large, pink areolas surrounded by circles of raised gooseflesh and large, erect, hard nipples knelt down beside her and massaged her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and some even lowered their heads and sucked on one nipple while feeling her other breast. It was nothing but a wild, continuous, sex orgy with Kelly as the main attraction. The last woman to come to Kelly to be serviced was none other than Eng'ai herself. She wanted to save the best for last, so after the ninth woman moved back and stepped away from Kelly's lingual ministrations of kissing, licking, sucking, and eating her pussy, Eng'ai stepped forward, reached down with her right hand and placed her long fingers beneath Kelly's chin and raised her head so she could look into Kelly's light, brown eyes. Eng'ai wanted Kelly to know it was she whom she was about to have the pleasure of eating her black pussy, and she wanted her to enjoy it. Thus, smiling broadly and showing Kelly her beautiful white teeth once more, Engai stepped forward with her legs spread wide and slowly lowered herself down onto Kelly's upturned face as her swollen, creamy wet pussy lips covered Kelly's open mouth. Once contact was made, Eng'ai whispered something to Kelly. What she said she had no idea, but it sounded soft and almost lovingly as she invited Kelly to service her and eat her pussy with the promise of sharing with her what Kelly had given to her, her warm, clear, sweet-slightly salty tasting female ejaculation. This was to be the crowning of today's rape of Kelly by the tribe of Maasai lesbian women. As Eng'ai lowered herself onto Kelly's pretty face, she smelled Eng'ai's distinct feminine musk, and as she inhaled her fragrance, Kelly's mouth finally began to salivate with the very idea that she was about to eat another woman. The nine who had come and who had cum before Eng'ai she had serviced almost robotically, moving her mouth, lips, and tongue on their swollen pussies as if she were a sex machine. However, for whatever reason Kelly was now going to enjoy eating Eng'ai's pussy as if it were her very first time of having sex with another woman. Perhaps it was Eng'ai's position as being leader of the all-woman tribe, or maybe it was her tall, statuesque beauty with her dark, black eyes with their off-setting white orbs; her soft, smooth, velvety-looking ebon, black skin; her breasts with their very dark areolas and blacker nipples; her slightly protruding abdomen with its dimpled bellybutton; her very long, muscular legs with round thighs and well-contoured calves; but most of all her short-haired, tightly curled black pubic hair with her sexually aroused, puffy nether lips spread creamy-wide and her large, hard, erect clit peeking out from its protective hood with her swollen shaft blending into her puffy mons. In Kelly's eyes Eng'ai was a beauty, and she knew deep within her sensual mind she was about to eat the pussy of this beautiful Maasai warrior woman, almost a black goddess. Gladly then Kelly returned Eng'ai's warm smile, reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled her spread legs down onto her face that was rubbed red from having eaten nine other women before her. However, this time it was going to be special. Thus, Kelly kissed Eng'ai's pudendum tenderly, inhaling her fragrance once more. Kelly kissed Eng'ai's vertical, nether lips with her lips and swooned at the sweet touch of their flesh, black and white, coming together. After Kelly had kissed Eng'ai's pussy long and hard, she stuck out her tongue and licked her vulva from bottom to top, passing by her vaginal slit whose distinct difference she remembered so well: the obvious contrast between her dark, black pussy lips and mons from the striking, coral-pink color of their vaginal canal. Kelly also touched her slightly dimpled urethra/pee hole; licked up between her puffy labia whose edges were even blacker than the lips themselves until she flicked the tip of her pink, wet tongue over Eng'ai's quite large clit that stood hard and erect beyond her protective hood. She then continued on to her blood-engorged shaft that was very puffy until she kissed and licked all around Eng'ai's hairy mons, including the creases in her legs between her lower abdomen and upper thighs.