Chapter 2: Comrade Osagyefu Takes His Pleasure

Osagyefu grinned at the receding back of Sarah Dunstable. Her well-rounded derriere was a delightful shape despite having give birth to two daughters. There was a lot of enjoyment in such a mature attractive woman, especially when they were white and married. Tonight, however, he had a more desirable morsel of white womanhood with which to start the evening off.

He squeezed the soft, curvy leg of the teenager sitting in his lap, and turned his attention back to her. He smiled at her enjoying the nervous, timorous look in her eyes as hand shifted and moved higher. He shifted his hand again so that he could stroke the satin silkiness of her inner thigh. Lightly circling with his strong thick fingers.

He enjoyed the softness. His hands pushed higher then slid lower stroking. Lizzie's thighs were easily pushed apart as his hand rose higher towards the junction of her thighs.

He could feel the teenage girl tremble in his arms as his hand rose higher under her skirt. He looked into her eyes and enjoyed the mix of fear, uncertainty, excitement, and developing desire.

He was delighted to have this opportunity to introduce this pretty young white girl to the delights of sex. That her mother and father were just a few doors away added immeasurably to his pleasure as his hand cupped her vulva and found her panties, panties that were already sopping wet.

She may be innocent of men, but she was more than ready for attention from them!

Elizabeth flushed with embarrassment as her wet panties were gathered up in the hands of this confident, charming, and forceful African Chief. What must he think of her! To find her panties soaking wet with juices leaking from her overheated and excited loins.

Then she jumped in his arms, as that exploring hand pushed aside her panties. For the first time in her life a man's hand was inside that cotton protection. She nearly fainted with excitement.

Osagyefu's other hand rose behind her back and then turned her head towards him. He eyed the soft tremulous half open lips of the teenage girl.

"Have you ever been kissed before?" he asked.

He enjoyed the sudden light in her eyes, the return of the nervousness. He wondered if she was worried about what he would think of her lack of experience. He had no doubt she wanted to be kissed. Desired to be kissed. Wanted to be treated like a woman instead of a young girl. Tonight he would not only satisfy her curiosity, he would introduce her to experiences that would rock her soul, and shatter her preconceptions of sex.

He lowered his head, delighting in the way her head moved back away from him, then stopped and timidly turned towards him as she realised what he wanted. Her eyes searched his, and then their lips touched. He enjoyed the indrawn gasp of air, as her chest heaved in reaction to her first kiss.

He did not give her time to think as his tongue darted between his lips and he licked along the length of the sweet cherubic lips. He enjoyed their softness, and the way they trembled in response to his tongue. He took in the widening of her eyes. He could sense her concern at the unexpected entrance of his tongue into her mouth.

He thrust his tongue between those soft lips, the alarm in her eyes softened. She closed her eyes, and her lips tightened on his tongue and lightly sucked.

His thick black cock lurched in his trousers.

The little honey!

He pulled way, surprised at her sudden boldness.

He caught her eyes noting the pleased look in them. The little darling was pleased with herself for turning the tables on him, for giving him a surprise.

She squirmed on his lap, conscious of the hard length of the man's cock pressing into her bottom. A cock! A hard man's cock pressing against her! She wriggled against it enjoying the hot throbbing man flesh.

She felt his finger explore further between her legs. When had they splayed apart she wondered! Self-consciously she closed her legs, only to find she had trapped his strong hand between her thighs.

Then his finger pressed inward, and slid upwards. She nearly swooned as the virginal lotus of her vagina flowered open as his finger parted the liquefied lips of her steaming pussy.

Then the thick end of his finger found the previously untouched nub of her clitoris. It was thick with blood and stiff with desire. Elizabeth jumped with shock at the sensation that shot through her. Thrilling, nerve tingling, sensations tumbled through her.

"Oooooh... oooooooooh... Oh!"

Osagyefu twirled his finger in circles around the slick throbbing nub of flesh.

"Oh!... Oh!... Wow!... Oh God! Ooooooh!"

He watched the girl's eyes roll back in her head. Her slim frame jerked in his arms. She was approaching her first orgasm. He brought two fingers together and tightly squeezed.

Elizabeth shrieked at the sudden pain.

Pain radiated outwards, followed by radiant heat. Her nub refilled with blood and the sensations overwhelmed her. The thick black fingers between her legs seemed to go into overdrive as the rubbed the sex button she had recently discovered between her legs.

She went into paroxysms as the first orgasm of her life burst over her. Osagyefu held firmly the wriggling gasping teenage girl as the throws of her orgasm overcame her. He grinned at the perspiration on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered, her lithe white legs thrashing the air as his black hand delved between her legs. It took a while for the young girl to recover herself. Her eyes stared in wonder at her father's African boss.

"Oh my! What did you do to me?"

He grinned at the still panting girl. He enjoyed the sight of her perky, thrusting young breasts heave inside her blouse. Perhaps now was the time to enjoy those firm English apples.

"Haven't you ever played with yourself between your legs?"

"No! Of course not! It's wrong!"

Osagyefu laughed.

"Who told you that nonsense?"

Elizabeth paused.

"Have you never let a boy, or a girl, touch you between your legs and give you pleasure?"

"Noooo!" Alarmed at the idea of a girl touching her there. Though many African men has surreptitiously slid their hands over her bottom and even sometimes under her skirt. Sometimes openly in front of her frustrated, harried father! It had always sent strange thrills through her when they had done this. She had never felt threatened by their laughing faces, and excited grins.

"I would be surprised if a pretty, young white woman like yourself had not received the attention of many African men, even in the few short months you have been in the country."

Elizabeth flushed, she wondered of he had been reading her thoughts. She had often wondered at times if some people could read other people's thoughts. She flushed again in embarrassment at the idea of someone being able to read her own fevered thoughts! Thoughts which if anything had grown more fevered in the heady exotic African landscape. It had not escaped her notice that he had called her a young woman. Something she had been aware of for long, despite her parents continuing to treat her as a child! She became even more delighted with this exciting African man.

"Has no African man sought to touch you between your legs?"

Elizabeth nodded, a pink glow suffusing her sweet white face.

"Sometimes."

"And did you let them continue?"

"No... I didn't... I..."

"Well now that you know how much pleasure they can give you, if you let them touch you! Perhaps next time you will let them continue touching you?"

Elizabeth looked up at him, the confusion obvious in her eyes. Her parents, her teachers, the holy catholic father had all told her that it was wrong to touch yourself, or allow others to touch. On the other hand she could not deny the exquisite pleasure this confident, domineering African he produced between her legs. He might be scary, but it was a scariness that sent a thrill down her spine.

"Tell me Elizabeth has anyone ever told you that you should not let someone touch those magnificent examples of womanhood that so threaten to burst from you blouse?"

Elizabeth wondered if it was possible to blush any deeper. Her breasts did indeed feel as though they would burst through her blouse. They had never felt so full, or sensitive. Her innocent untouched nipples felt ready to burst open so hard they seemed.

She shook her head.

"My mother always told me I would get into trouble if I let some one touch my breasts. My father always drove off the African men who were bold enough to try and grab them."

Osagyefu grinned at the thought of the girl's parents. They were not far away. He doubted he would see them again this evening. Though perhaps he might pay a Sarah a visit later. His cock stirred again at the memory of that well-rounded derriere. He was partial to anal sex with well brought up English women. It always seemed to be such a surprise to them when his cock burst through their anal ring. He doubted Sarah was a virgin there, but she would not be the first happily married woman he had found to possess a virgin bottom. English men were so reserved and conservative when it came to sexual pleasure.

His attention returned to the adorable young white teenager on his lap. She had made no attempt to rearrange her skirt, now rucked up around her hips. Her lithe and shapely coltish legs were bare to his gaze, her panties in disarray.

Her eyes met his as he turned towards her. His hand rose, and her lip trembled as he flicked open the first button of her blouse.

"Hmmm... perhaps there was a reason your parents told you not to let someone touch your breasts."

He flicked loose the second button.

"Perhaps there might be more pleasure to be experienced if I explore your breasts, just as you enjoyed my hand between your legs?"

He flicked loose a third button, and her blouse started to stretch open as the now urgently heaving bosom sought escape from the loosening blouse. Glimpses of burgeoning, thrusting, white orbs could be seen between the flapping loose top of her blouse.

He grinned in anticipation of those small round white mounds being in his black hands. He concentrated on loosening the fourth and fifth buttons, before her blouse opened and his dark hand slid across the smooth white flesh of her lower chest before rising up and flicking up her bra, his hand finally cupped the surprisingly firm and full white orb.

His palm cupped the youthful jutting breast, enjoying the feel of a hard pink nipple. He enjoyed the girl's gasps, her excited panting as he handled her breasts.

He thought of her father, so close, but unlikely to interfere. He had seduced many white women over the years, to mixed reactions from their husbands. It brought him particular pleasure, however, to seduce the daughter of a white man.

He delighted in the torment of white men when they realised that an African had debauched not just their wife, but their precious daughters as well. The younger the better!

He wondered what would be going through Roger's mind as he lay in the guest room speculating on what was happening in his own living room.

With a swift motion he pushed Elizabeth backwards, the motion pushed her developing breasts up and outwards. His head dipped and his teeth enclosed a pert pink nipple. He bit, enjoying her shocked squeal rising to a shout as his teeth worried her nipple.

He pulled away grinning. He hoped Roger had heard his youngest daughter's shocked scream.

The young pink nipple in his mouth seemed to instantly harden and thicken. It retained its pinkness though not turning dark as an older woman's might. He lapped his tongue over the nipple then chewed on it.

The responding spasm of the young girl threatened to jerk her off his lap, and he grabbed her with his free hand steadying her, before using his free hand to enclose her other exposed adolescent breast.

Young white girls had such wonderfully responsive breasts, so tender, but with a soft fullness that was such a pleasure to squeeze, and caress.

He raised his head and kissed the nipple, before rising higher and looking into her eyes. They were shining brightly back at him.

"Do you like the things I am doing to you?"

Lizzie nodded.

"I am going to make you into a real woman tonight."

Lizzie eyed him. There was a curiosity in those eyes, mixed with a certain doubt.

"Do you know what I mean?"

"Are you going to put your cock in me?"

Osagyefu grinned at the youngster.

"Oh yes, all the way up inside you."

"I've never done it." Her voice was wavering.

"You just leave it all to me, I will make it heavenly for you"

A mischievous twinkle shone in the girl's eyes.

He leaned forward and kissed her again, and was startled when her tongue darted into his mouth. The girl was a quick learner.

He rolled the young girl off his lap and onto a rug that covered the polished wooden floor. He moved quickly to strip her skirt and panties, glorying in the sight of thrashing limbs, and white skin. He reached for her unbuttoned blouse and slid it off slender shoulders, before slipping off and tossing aside her slip of a bra.

She was naked and his hungry eyes roamed over her soft skin and developing curves.

Lizzie stared up at the masterful African stripping her clothes off. She watched his eyes as they roamed over her. He was not a man who hid his emotions and his facial expressions displayed his hunger and lust. She shivered to see such lust on a black man's face as he looked at her body.

Then he was taking his own clothes off. Unbuttoning his shirt and exposing a broad black chest covered with a thick mat of hair. Then he was loosening his belt, and unfastening his trousers.

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his trousers that hid his erect cock. She was both eager to see an erect male cock, and fearful. She could feel her pussy tighten up in dread of what might be coming, even as she trembled with her own excitement.

She wanted it, but she didn't want it as well. Her emotions a mix of excitement and fear! Some girls said it hurt the first time!

When his cock popped into view her eyes popped wide. It was like a missile standing out from his loins. The head of his cock seemed to have a mushroom shaped head that could never fit into the opening between her legs!

She edged away from on her elbows. The movement did not escape Osagyefu's notice. Her innocent fear delighted him. He lived it when her had real innocent's to have fun with. Too many young white girls brought up in Zimbabwe knew only too well what African men wanted and were experienced enough and confident enough to revel in it.