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(MMF, intr, 1st, orgy) *** Louise preened before the mirror. The new mini looked terrific, or at least her shapely legs looked terrific. She would not normally have dared wear such a mini- skirt if her father were at home. The skirt hugged her hips tightly. It was 9 inches above her knees. Her lacy panties would not remain hidden if bent over, or if she sat down. Thankfully her parents had just left half an hour ago for a weekend in the Eastern Highlands and Louise could indulge her erotic daydreams. Louise turned to admire herself. She had much to admire. At 18, Louise had the figure of an older woman, at least in the bust department. There had not been a girl in her school who had a bust to match the size of Louise's full and rounded mounds. Only Louise knew that they stood firm and proud without sag despite their size. Her eager boyfriends had been lucky to touch. None had progressed beyond her outer garments. Louise was wearing a pink lightweight sweater. It was low cut at the front. Thrusting, pale breasts did not seek to escape from that top. It was not that tight, though low cut to reveal the delightful orbs within, though it carefully hugged her breasts from below and to the sides. The curve and shape was clear to all, and that was the way Louise liked it. She liked men looking at her. She received quite a thrill to see the desire in their eyes as she swished past. Normally she wore trousers that were tight and hugged the full curve of her well-rounded bottom. The trousers were tight enough to indicate the rounded fullness of her thighs, but not in the revealing way of her new mini-skirt. Her father would throw a fit if he could see her now. Would probably lock her in the bedroom and throw away the key if she ventured out to the local shops in this outfit. Louise could well imagine the looks of the African men if she tried walking along the covered walkway that ran beside the shops. It had been bad enough to keeping their hands off her bottom when she was wearing trousers. It would be virtually impossible to keep their lewd hands from under a skirt as short as this! Louise slipped into an erotic daydream imagining what it would feel like for those black hands to be up under her skirt. Not a single boyfriend had achieved that objective. Yet still she fantasized about what it would be like to finally let a man's hand explore her body. Louise had only been in Zimbabwe a month. Her parents had been here six months. Louise had been able to finish her schooling at the exclusive girl's boarding school in the lovely English Lake District. It would be another six weeks before her A-level exam results would arrive and she could apply for a university place. Louise had no idea what career she wanted to follow, but all her friends were going to uni, and her parents expected it of her. So uni she was going. As the pampered daughter of man who had spent most of his life as a director of one company or another, Louise had not considered the possibility of actual working with any seriousness. University would be the place to find a clever man who was going places and marry him. Or so her mother had advised. Since her mother had always given her good advice and done well for herself in marrying daddy. Louise had every intention of following her mother's advice. The ring of the doorbell made Louise jump. The sudden panicky thought that her parents had returned was quickly subdued. Her parents would not have rang the doorbell. Indeed in the month since she had arrived she could not remember ever hearing the doorbell. Surely the normal practice was for the gardener to check who was at the gate discover from her parents whether the visitor was welcome or not. Feria the gardener had already left to visit his cousin's house across town, she slowly remembered. She walked to the front door of the villa. Practicing walking in her new skirt as she walked the corridor from her bedroom to the door. She did not bother to wonder who it would be. She would find out soon enough. She peeped through the security hole in the door and nearly recoiled in shock. It was Scarface and his cronies! She had no real idea of his name. Did not indeed know him at all other than to see around the area usually hanging around the shops drinking beer. Every time he had looked at her it had given her a weird thrill. He was an evil looking man. She had wondered how and where he had acquired such a scar, her furtive imagination working overtime. He knew her mother, though how she could not imagine. She had overheard him make a lewd suggestive comment to her mother who had looked at him and continued past, while yelling at Louise to keep up. What on earth did he want? She yelled at him to go away. He did not. She could not hear his words on the far side of the heavy security door. If he had buzzed her from the gate they could have talked on the intercom. The heavy door prevented her from hearing him clearly. "Go away," she called again, suddenly wondering what on earth she would do if he didn't! His words muffled by the door seemed to indicate that he had something to give her. Curious, she looked again through the peephole. She could not see him carrying anything. She looked at his three colleagues. They were the same three men he usually hung around with. Shorty was watching the door. At least Shorty was the nickname she had given him. Smiler was examining the flowers growing along the front of the house. While Georgy Peorgy sat on the low garden wall and wiped the ever- present perspiration from his brow. They did not appear threatening. In fact, they looked bored. Louise made a decision and opened the door. She stepped back quickly as Scarface stepped immediately inside. He stopped and his eyes dropped from her face to her mini skirt. He had of course, only seen her in trousers. His friends crowded in behind. She tried to protest but their mutters about the heat outside reminded her that she was not being very sociable to leave them standing in the sun. She stepped away allowing them more room. Not even noticing that the door had closed behind them. "Lovely." The words of Scarface drew the gaze of the other men, and all four Africans stared at her exposed, curvy legs. Georgy Peorgy wiped his forehead rapidly. Louise flushed. Shivers ran down her spine as these four men openly ogled her legs. She was suddenly conscious that she was in the house alone with these four men, with even the gardener away. "Well, what did you want? Did you say that you have something for me?" Her voice was stronger that she felt. "Yeah." Scarface's voice was a slow drawl as he eyed her lovely white legs. Louise was not sure if this was a comment on her legs or an answer to her question. She was trying not to appear nervous. She struggled to control her voice. "If you have something for me, please give it to me and then leave." "I think you should give it to her, boss." It was Shorty whom had spoken. "That's right, boss, why all the talking?" Louise looked askance at that last comment. There had not been much conversation to-date. Scarface nodded at his companions before turning to Louise. "My friends here will bear witness that you asked me to give it to you, and I complied with your request." Louise nodded and managed to look bored at the same time. She had mastered this technique many times in front of the mirror. She found the slow way of getting anything done one of the most tiresome features of being in Africa. That after only one month living here! Her composure was shattered when Scarface casually unzipped himself. "I suspect you have not had one of these before." His words were calm, collected, measured even as he reached inside and to the further shock of Louise pulled out his trousers a huge black cock. Louise screamed. The African men smiled at each other. Scarface gradually caressed his cock. Louise looked on disbelief as the soft, 10-inch member began to lengthen. To thicken. She screamed again and the African men laughed. She looked at them in bewilderment. The boys back home would have run a mile if she had screamed like that. She suspected some of them of having run more than a mile. These men just looked at her and grinned without the slightest concern. "I can't help with wondering whether your panties are as sexy as the rest of your clothes." Louise opened her mouth to scream again, but stopped when Scarface shook his head at her. "It is doubtful whether anyone can hear you." He paused and eyed the heavy security door meaningfully. It had an imposing thickness. That very thickness would no doubt help to suppress any noise from within the house. "In the unlikely event that anyone does here you scream, do you really believe that any of them could be bothered to run 15 miles into town to the nearest police station and report it?" "Even if they did this remarkable thing, do you suppose the police are going to come charging to the rescue? Firstly they will dither, then ask for an explanation. Then they will write a report. Then they may radio for guidance. In the unlikely event they do decide to investigate, you can expect Officer Kirog to jump onto his bicycle and cycle the 15 miles here to investigate. Which, of course, he may leave until tomorrow since it will be so late by the time any decision is reached." Louise closed her mouth and stared at Scarface. Everything he said seemed only too plausible. "When Officer Kirog arrives, we may offer you to him ourselves. I'm sure Officer Kirog would be very tempted by such an offer. After all, he is a man, and you are a particularly attractive example of English womanhood." "Even if he refuses such an offer, he will want to take you in for a statement. Then his senior officers are going to come and goggle down your top and check out your legs. I can assure you from past experience their main concern would be finding a way to arrest you and keeping you in jail overnight. After all, they could accuse you of civil disturbance wearing clothes like that." Scarface nodded to her short skirt. Louise flushed. "They will accuse you of provoking the lusts of men and inviting rape! Tiresome I know, and provincial in the extreme, but what can you expect from a backwater country like Zimbabwe? It won't really matter once they have ogled your lovely breasts. They really are very lovely, you know. Aye, and once they have finished examining those lovely white legs, they will find some pretext for arresting you so that they can keep you overnight." "Night time in African jails is no place for a pretty white woman like yourself. Who knows what would happen in the dark?" Scarface grinned. The scar did not make it appear much like a smile. Louise shivered. She was helpless with these men. She had been so foolish to open the door. These were not like the boys back home. They were men. Men who were undoubtedly intent on taking her for their sexual pleasure! Her nipples hardemed into minor peaks. It was totally unintentional on the part of Louise. Unfortunately, her body had reacted to this situation in a manner that Louise did not understand. As she was not wearing a bra, her arousal was obvious to the watching men. Her knees felt weak, and she was very noticeably damp between her legs. She was also scared. She was, after all, a virgin despite her erotic daydreams. "I think you are a whore." "I am not!" The men's eyes traveled over her body, four men, devouring her with their eyes. Men who had every intention of doing exactly what they wished with her. She trembled. "All the girl's back home dress like this!" "Are they all virgins, too?" Louise flushed. "How can you accuse me of being a whore when I am still a virgin?" "All whores were virgins once." Scarface let the words hang in the air. "Care to tell me about your dreams?" Louise flushed scarlet. Scarface laughed. "I like to think I am particularly good at spotting whores. You will make a particularly good one." Louise glared at him. "Now let's see what is under that skirt." Scarface advanced on Louise. Louise stepped way but Shorty and Smiler had quickly advanced and seized her arms. Louise struggled in their arms to no avail. Their hands were like iron bands around her soft, slim arms. Even as she struggled in their arms Scarface leaned down and deftly whipped her short skirt up until it bunched around her waist. The material held in position by the flair of her rounded hips. Scarface stepped back and released a sigh of appreciation. Louise shrieked and wriggled her hips, but her short skirt could not slide down on its own over her lovely curves. "Lovely." Georgy Peorgy was eying her legs with a look of wonder in his eyes. Louise glared fiercely at Georgy who simply laughed. She quickly crossed her legs to try and hide her more intimate parts. Unfortunately her pose only served to enhance the sexy curves of her shapely legs. A hand cupped her bottom, followed quickly by a second. Shorty and Smiler had a free hand each and were quick to cup and fondle the girl's well-rounded bottom. Now partly exposed by the rising line of her panties. For the first time in her life Louise felt warm male hands explore her bottom. Fingers that lightly stroked across the exposed, soft, flesh. She quivered at the strange and interesting tingling that those hands were generating. "Are they for real?" The words brought her attention back to her front. The African she thought of as Georgy Porgy was staring at her breasts. The low cut of her top exposed the full rounded curves that seemed to surge upwards. That surge was not created by a tight, designed, brassiere. It was the natural buoyancy of youthful womanhood at its prime that had created those lovely curves. Georgy leaned forward and his hands reached out. Louise cringed away from those advancing hands. Scarface growled. In a swift, sure movement, he whipped out a large knife and waved it front of her face. Louise stared at the wicked blade, at the nasty-looking serrated edge and froze. Scarface whisked the knife up, twirled it in the eyes of Louise then swept down in a fierce, tearing slice. Louise screamed as she felt the cold blade slide down her chest. With a quick forceful jerk the edge of the knife sliced easily through the material of Louise's top and brassiere. A stunned Louise stared down, as the material hung limp and loose. Not a mark or scratch marred her magnificent silken white body. Georgy Porgy advanced on Louise. Shorty and Smiler held her arms fast. Their actions in gripping her tighter drew the material further apart. Scarface slid his knife back into its sheaf. Louise seemed frozen as Georgy casually flipped the material aside and pudgy Black Hands cupped and caressed the magnificent breasts. Louise gasped. "Please...don't," her voice was a whisper. Four pairs of African eyes explored her body. Stared eagerly at the exposed white, pink tipped mounds, and the fat black fingers exploring them. To her surprise and confusion, the hands on her breasts felt good. The African's hands were soft, and gentle. His fingers tweaked and played with her hardening nipples. Louise cursed her body's betrayal as it responded to the presence of four rampant desiring males. Sharp tingling pleasurable heat radiated from her aroused excited nipples. She looked down at the dark hands, which starkly contrasted with the whiteness of her own previously untouched breasts. His hands felt good. Louise struggled with that realization. This fat, black bastard was arousing her. How could that be? She looked at Georgy. For the first time she really looked at him. His eyes were wide with wonder. His lips seemed to tremble with barely controlled emotion. His eyes darted up to meet hers and locked. His hands continued their play, as he looked Louise in the eye. He watched her eyes glaze and her eyelids lower as he squeezed and fondled. He squeezed her nipples in a sudden hard twist. Her eyes never left his. Despite herself, the sight of those fat, pudgy black hands fondling and squeezing her lovely breasts was deeply exciting. Louise found herself pushing her breasts forward. Pushing into his hands, not wanting him to stop. Louise braced her legs, forced apart by the hand now freely stroking her feminine center. Wet heat dampened the thin, lacy panties. Shivers of pleasure seemed to run like light fingers up and down her spine. Louise groaned. "Please...please stop... ooooh... oh god! Don't do this to me!" "Ooooooh...stop it... Oh! Oh! Ohh! Please, what are you doing to me? Oh god." There was nothing Louise could do to stop these men, nothing at all. She was powerless in their arms. That fact was stark. It should have scared her. It increased her arousal further. "Oh God!" "Oh no...oh nooo!" black fingers had slid aside the now wet crotch of her panties. Sliding inside and along her labia. Easily parting the excited, and aroused entrance. The Africans holding her arms had to take her weight, as her legs seemed to weaken and fold. She sighed as the hand withdrew. "Let's get her to a bedroom," Scarface commanded. The two Africans holding her arms bundled her along between them as Scarface led the way down the corridor. Georgy followed behind. Scarface looked into each room. Finding a double bed, he led the way in. "No, this is my parents' room." Scarface just laughed. His companions bundled her into the room. The remains of her top were pulled off and Louise was thrown onto the bed without ceremony. Africans hands gripped her skirt and pulled it down over her shapely legs. Her panties soon followed. Other Africans stripped themselves. In moments, Louise found herself naked in a room with four naked men. African men with cocks already erect. Throbbing with lust for her lovely form. Louise shivered with apprehension and arousal. She was a virgin. A sexually excited young lady, but still a virgin. She was unsure what was going to happen now. Some vague and foggy ideas formed in her mind. Her sexual excitement was confusing her ability to think straight. Her eyes swung from man to man, from huge, erect cock to huge erect cock. She had not realized that men's cocks could vary so much in size, in length and thickness! All four men advanced on the bed. She backed away, put they reached down clasping her ankles and pulling her back towards them. Pulling her legs apart as they did so. She was hauled to the edge of the bed. "Please no, don't do this." Scarface dropped to his knees between her lovely spread thighs. "I am going to find out what virgin pussy tastes like." Louise moaned tried to push his head away. Smiler and Shorty grabbed her hands pulling them up and away above her head. Louise jerked and shuddered as something hot and wet lapped across her virgin centre. Her hips jerked upwards and shook, as the hot wetness licked across her clitoris. She had never felt anything like this in her life. It was his tongue she realized in disbelief. He was licking her down there with his tongue! She shook and jerked in response to the exquisite sensations. How on earth could something so dirty feel so good?! Smiler, Shorty and Georgy stared down at the young English beauty as she squirmed and wriggled in response to the ministrations of their leader's active tongue between her legs. Her remarkably full breasts quivered and bobbed as she moved. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open gasping. Her lovely blonde hair splayed across the bed. Smiler indicated to Georgy that he should take the girl's hands in his and hold them well above her head. Louise offered no resistance as her hands were raised. Her hips rose in the air, then collapsed back onto the bed as she responded to the incredibly exciting sensations between her legs. With her hands held above her head, her full breasts jutted upwards. Pink nipples, hard and taut, stood proud of her lovely mounds. Smiler and Shorty nodded to each other then dropped to their knees on either side of Louise. She took no notice. Her full attention was on the incredible sensation of a man's tongue, wet and hot, licking between her legs. The idea of such a thing was enough to make her swoon. The actual sensation of his tongue licking and swirling around her feminine centre, was unbelievable. Hot lips descended and clamped onto her proud previously untouched nipples. Lips suckled delightedly on the aroused nibs. "Ooooh...ooooh...haaa...no... too good... oh god...." Tongues swirled around her aureoles. Teeth nipped and gnawed, teasing the thickened tips. Louise jerked as the tongue between her legs slid between her inner lips and slipped inside her inner core. She jerked and twisted as a mini-orgasm wracked her body. black hands grasped her lithe limbs. Holding her steady while greedy tongues worked on her virginal innocence. "Aarrrrgh...oh stop...stop... oh yes... soo good... my god!" Louise trembled and shook at the incredible sensations driving her crazy with pleasure. Georgy looked down at the unbelievably, beautiful, blonde 18-year-old as she writhed. Held down by the exploring black hands, that had begun to caress and fondle this virgin. Scarface had promised he would be able to fuck this girl. Georgy had not believed him. Georgy was fat. There was no hiding that description. He did not get any girls. He knew when Scarface had befriended him it was because his brother was a police officer. Georgy was beyond caring. Not many people bothered with Georgy. With Scarface as a friend, other people would have to leave him alone. He had not believed him when he had pointed out Louise in the street and told him that he would get a chance to fuck her as much as he wanted. Louise had looked like an angel. Strolling down street without a care in the world. Blonde her flowing behind her in the wind looking like a golden sail. An untouchable. A white girl. Not only that, a beautiful white girl. She was not for the likes of him. She was going to be a whore, Scarface told him. A whore for Black Cock. Georgy had not believed him, but had been too polite and afraid to comment. Now the same girl writhed on the bed naked. Those magnificent, big breasts exposed to his eyes. Smiler and Shorty greedily sucked and licked the full wobbling globes. Her lovely, shapely, white legs were now draped over the broad black bhoulders of Scarface, as he avidly tongued the girl's virgin opening. Her eyes were wide, and glazed. Georgy began to believe Scarface had been telling the truth.If he were allowed to take his turn with this vision of loveliness he would do anything Scarface asked of him. Anything at all. He stared at Louise, at her small shapely ears. A sudden thought came to him and he dropped to his knees. He leaned closer. She had really lovely, small, ears. Pink, fresh, virginal? He leaned closer. He took in the sudden fragrance of the girl as he moved closer. His heart pounded as he tentatively reached out with his tongue and licked the lobe of her ear. He grew bolder and licked around her ear, trailing the soft, dainty curves. Louise started and turned to look at him. Her eyes looked into his and Georgy's heart leapt at the look in her eyes. There was no laughter in those eyes. No mocking sneer. Those lovely blue eyes were glazed. Staring at him in surprise and wonder. She turned away. Her head seemed to rise and tilt. Was she actually offering her ear to be licked again? He did not hesitate. Darting forward he enveloped the whole of that small ear in his mouth. Sucking and licking, he darted his tongue inside and swirled it round and round inside the delicate interior. He could hear Louise murmur and gasp. Her head tilted further and she turned slightly pressing herself into his sucking lips and swirling tongue. "Ooooh...." Georgy wondered if his own actions had generated that moan and doubled his efforts. His limber tongue swirling, licking, probing the soft delicate whirl of her petite ear. Scarface relished the soft body of the young girl, soon to be a woman. He watched the turmoil of emotions that crossed her face as the four Africans pleasured her. His hands stroked the soft silky inner surface of her thighs, rising occasionally to run along the rounded curves of her shapely hips. Kneading the soft flesh in his hard, calloused hands. He rose from between her splayed thighs and moved closer. Rising up her body, he pushed aside the other men. He grinned as Louise protested the removal of the hot sucking mouths from her nipples. Groaned at the removal of the wetly exciting tongue from her ear. Her eyes flashed open. She stared up into the eyes of Scarface. Into the face of a grinning black stranger, with ugly scars, and a gleam in his eye that made her shudder. She tried to clamp her legs shut, but it was far too late for that. Instead her knees tightened around the heavy body of the older black African. Her legs flew open again, not wanting to seem to hug this man with her legs. Unfortunately, as her legs opened, so did her lotus- like centre. Shocked, Louise could feel her feminine centre open receptively in anticipation of the male member seeking entrance. She sought to clamp her legs shut again, and then to buck him off. She failed miserably. Her legs seemed to flail around in protest. Scarface grinned. Her soft body rubbed and writhed against his, adding to his pleasure and delight. Louise paused in her writhing and looked up into the grinning face of Scarface. She pulled a face at him. He laughed and reached down between his legs. Louise swallowed. He was going to try and line himself up for entry! She tried to edge away up the bed, but there was nowhere to go. She gasped at the feel of his cock against her entrance. It was surprisingly soft and silky. Not at all what she had expected. The fat plump head slid up and down the line of the lips of vagina. Her lower lips seemed to slide apart as he rubbed. He pushed between those lips. Louise received an inkling of the inner strength and hardness behind that silky soft cap. Her moistures were lubricating the head and Scarface was pushing deeper. The rubbing of his large cock against her innocent unused entrance was good.... END (First published on DarkSecret.com) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 46