Chapter 1

During my many exploits on the African continent I witnessed a number of interracial occurrences. Those I can verify but I also heard many stories of pure black lust prior to my setting foot on that continent. Many were inconsequential but others were more intriguing.

There is indeed a dark side of mankind that spreads it's tentacles throughout the world and Africa certainly has had it's share. Many countries of this continent have a very prominent history and have given much to the benefit of society. Science, sociological and of course the birthplace of the human species are derived from this marvelous array of lands.

We read about this in history books and current writings but we are deprived of some of the inner dark history of the beast called "man." No matter what color or race, men in general contain a lust for the female and when races are brought together ... that lust evolves into perhaps some very sordid situations.

The following story is one that was told to me by a prominent German merchant in what was once known as Rhodesia but after 1980 became Zimbabwe. The saga began in the town of

Karoi, Zimbabwe and ventured into the national park of Matusadona.

It was the second week of June in 1983 and young lady of 16.

Due to her scholastic achievements, she had jumped a grade and had just graduated from high school. Her parents were extremely proud. Sophie was her name and she was a darling. At

5'3", 105 lbs, long honey brown hair and a shapely figure ... she was stunning.

Her father had worked in several African countries as a contractor and they currently lived in South Africa. They wanted Sophie to experience more of the African culture so they decided to send her on a safari trip. A vacation package to Zimbabwe was arranged through a reputable travel company. The father due to business could not go but Sophie's mother could and planned the trip.

The next week the two of them flew to Harare, Zimbabwe.

After a night's stay they boarded a commuter plane to Karoi on the eastern end of the Matusadona National Park. Sophie was so excited being this was her first real trip away from home. Her mother was excited to be away from a demanding husband who no longer seemed to be interested in her sexually.

After they arrived, her mother was informed that the original safari they had booked was canceled due to a labor dispute. After checking with the local magistrate she booked with another safari package.

They were driven to a small village about 40 kilometers away the next morning. Although not unusual, it became clear that they were the only guests on this trip. Several black Africans met them at the departure station ... a thatched hut building with no amenities.

"Hello madam and daughter, we are delighted that you chose to accompany us on this safari. My name is Morgan."

Morgan was a charcoal black African about 6'4" and 28 years of age. He was adorned in shorts, tea shirt and shiny gold bracelets on his wrists. The other three Africans were very similar except for the short somewhat fat one that was the driver.

Sophie and her mom could not help but notice the way the

Africans seemed to undress them with their eyes. A bit uncomfortable but they were told that this was a reputable company and that they were licensed. Red flags were waving but the two women were really excited about seeing the countryside and the animals that roamed within.

What they did not know were the animals they would have escorting them into the wilds.

They entered the safari bus and were seated apart. Janet,

Sophie's mom, questioned why they were seated separately.

"Miss Janet, it is best for the two of you to be in both front and rear of the bus in order to see a panorama view of the safari."

Morgan replied.

The bus traveled slowly and then picked up speed when on the semi-paved road. Janet was seated next to a very muscular black African by the name of Adisa who was 12 years her junior. Adisa could not help notice the large breasts of this white woman sitting next to him. His black cock was beginning to harden as he smelled the fragrance of her perfume and watched her breasts jump up and down from the bumpy road.

Janet was all too aware of his presence and quick glances of his eyes looking at her. For some odd reason, she felt an excitement about this young African noticing her and did not object to his arm over the seat and touching her right shoulder.

Meanwhile, Sophie was encountering the same situation with

Morgan in back of the bus. Morgan was pointing out various herds of animals and chattering with his African-English accent. His bracelet adorned black arm was caressing her shoulder. Sophie had never had a black man touch her in this way but for some reason seeing her mom up ahead appearing not concerned being touched by a black man ... she was resigned to not being afraid. In fact, it was titillating being next to such a dark African for some reason.

The bus stopped and Morgan announced that refreshments were going to be served. Both Sophie and her mom were thirsty so they welcomed the rest stop.

"Ladies, I want you to enjoy this fruit punch along with the chips and munchies. It is a punch that we Africans dearly enjoy and I know that you also will enjoy," Morgan announced.

Janet and Sophie were unaware that the fruit punch was laced with a drug ... a very potent one at that. As they drove off, both were beginning to feel high.

At first confused, Janet was now enjoying the high as it slowly crept into her. The tall black African sitting next to her began to fondle her. Janet, although alarmed, could not imagine why his black hands made her excited. She had never been close to a black man. His hand began rubbing her breast and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. He then held her neck and placed his lips on her mouth.

"Please no, my daughter will see this ... it's not right. Don't go any further. I'm not into being fondled by a black man. I'm married," she whimpered.

"No offense, miss Janet. It is a cultural thing that whites do not understand. We African men touch out of respect. We speak with our hands," Arisa explained.

"Well, you may speak with your hands but not inappropriately. Especially trying to kiss me. Yuck. I do not care for black lips on my mouth," Janet shot back.

Adisa, although somewhat embarrassed, knew that he must be patient and wait for the right time. He also knew that they had to separate the mother from the daughter as he arose and walked to the back of the bus.

"Morgan, it's time to park the bus and take the ladies out to see the wildlife. We can see the falls from here but I think it would be a good time to explore the surroundings if you know what I mean."

Sophie had also been in the grip of African hands and felt uncomfortable with her mother perhaps seeing her being touched. Although concerned, she was feeling high and oddly excited being next to a very black

African.

The bus stopped and everyone exited. The driver and Adisa invited Janet to accompany them to the falls.

"Miss Janet, Morgan is going to take Sophie to see the elephants below the ridge. She will enjoy that," Adisa declared.

"My daughter wants to see the falls also," Janet responded.

"Yes miss Janet, they will join us after they see the elephants," Arisa replied.

Sophie was escorted by Morgan and the other African. to the ridge overlooking the elephant herd. Sophie was somewhat wobbly from the punch she had drunk so the two black Africans placed their arms around her waist and shoulder ... tightly holding her curvy body as they slowly walked.