Out of Afrika - Chapter 59

Our story thus far…

Rhino Industries, a black African-owned, electronics company, has had great success in marketing a range of appliances and devices embedded with mind-manipulation software that causes and convinces White females of the superiority of Black cock. Even more so the same software compels their husbands and partners to concede that they must be subservient to the Black man. This philosophy is promoted by an alliance with a church that spreads the message that white men must consent to both the desires of their partners and of the black man who may come calling.

Rhino has [recently begun expanding] its activities beyond the Eastern seaboard and is in the throes of establishing a presence in the mid-west, starting with the placement of a minister from the Church of the Black Staff in a small rural farming community in Kansas. Since he opened his church, the minister has been very busy ….


Missy dabbed the warm, wet cloth against and around her tender pussy and mused that these days she hardly had a moment to call her own what with all the duties she now had to perform. Not that she was complaining [mind you], as she now realized that in her ‘previous’ life she had led a rather mundane existence out here on the farm, stuck in the middle of a Kansas farming community, and life had certainly taken a turn for the better.

She really couldn’t put a finger on exactly when/what/where the change had occurred. Still, she reflected with a smile as she cleaned away the evidence of her husband’s cum on her tummy, that it may well be attributed to the setting up of that new church in town and all those exciting ideas that the young pastor had bought with him from the east.

His arrival had been like a breath of fresh air in the staid, traditional farming community and after an initial reluctance to accept the creed that he was preaching, it was now a whole different outlook that she had on life. An attitude that was shared by a lot of other farmer's wives in the area and, surprisingly she thought, that their husbands also embraced.

She put the cloth to one side, satisfied that her pussy was once again fresh and clean after the brief assault of last night from her husband Jimmy. She smiled as she reflected on the difference in size between her husband’s cock to that of the Pastor; she almost giggled when she compared how brief the encounter with her husband was when he ‘demanded’ his conjugal rights to that of the pastor when he performed his special blessings. The suppressed giggle turned into an outright laugh when she recalled that it was Jimmy who was insistent on hearing about the ‘special blessings’ that caused him to ejaculate so quickly. Yes, it was just one of many strange things that had happened since the Church of the Black Staff had arrived, but she was very glad that it had come about. Life now had meaning and a purpose.


Since his arrival in ‘somewhere, Kansas’, Gerald had been in a constant state of pleasurable bemusement. He still couldn’t believe his good fortune in having landed the job with Rhino and the way he had been welcomed and treated by the management of the Black-owned company; how they had quickly recognized his abilities (they said) and promoted him to become Rhino’s representative here in the mid-West; how Sally, his formidable wife, had become less so domineering (or so it seemed to him) since they had become more involved with his new employer. He put his euphoric feelings down to the change in his circumstances. With his naïve outlook on life, it hadn’t occurred to him that the mobile phone that Rhino had gifted him with might have had something to do with his change in outlook.

Sally was similarly delighted with the change in their fortunes. Here they were, relocated to a part of the country to which she had given small regard in the past and, she had to admit, was found to be quite charming. The ladies she had met so far, seemed less concerned with carrying a few extra pounds and not forever being obsessed with diets and exercise like her contemporaries and the co-workers she had left behind back east, and that was fine by her for she was conscious that maybe she was quite a few pounds overweight herself. (She did like her food!)

As she surveyed her new surroundings, her abiding thought was it was hard to believe that a routine visit to her Gynaecologist those short few months ago could have bought all this about; how reading an article in a magazine in the waiting room could have led them to be employed by this dynamic, forward-thinking company with all these fringe benefits as part of the employment package; how, after just a few weeks of Gerald being with the company, liberated she now felt and no longer had any hang-ups about being fucked by a black cock!

On arrival at their new home, they presented themselves to Pastor Joseph at the offices of the Church of the Black Staff, as had been arranged by Rhino HQ. The good pastor who had been expecting them, welcomed them with open arms, telling Gerald that his skills and expertise were sorely needed to help spread the gospel. He then turned his attention to Sally and, when he surveyed the well-dressed woman with her neatly tied back hair, was even more enthusiastic with his praise and told her that he was looking forward to getting her involved with ‘God’s work’ in this community which was in dire need of being saved and crying out for salvation. He didn’t mention that he was impressed with her appearance for if there was something Pastor Joseph appreciated above all else, it was a woman who wasn’t ‘stick thin’ and Sally certainly didn’t fall into that category he thought as he shook her chubby hand.

“Well, I guess the priority is for you good folks to find some lodging for the night. I believe there is a motel just out of town …”

Gerald looked at Sally for confirmation that this guy must be joking, wasn’t there supposed to be a house being made available on their arrival?

“ … I was just kidding. There ain’t no motel, just a nice little place that we have set up for you to live in just off Main Street. Let’s go.”

Sally joined in the Pastor’s laughter at his little joke and instantly warmed to his easy-going manner. She also noted that his cassock appeared to have an unnaturally large bulge and wondered if that was his usual state. (She couldn’t have known or suspected that the bulge was the result of what was going through the pastor’s mind as he shook her hand and surveyed her voluptuous body!)

They took the short drive from the church to Washington Avenue which was, as the pastor directed, just off Main Street. The houses in the avenue were all set back from the road, each in their plot and mostly wooden clapboard construction, some with verandas, others not. Gerald, being of a practical mind, was relieved when they pulled up in the front yard of a brick-built 2-storey for he had concerns about being relocated to an area of the country that suffered summer storms and tornados. (Gerald did tend to worry about things that were unlikely to happen.)

They parked up and got out of the car. Pastor Joseph led them up the garden path and produced a bunch of keys, handed them to Gerald. “Go ahead, you’re the man of the house,” he said with a smile, “… let’s see what we’ve got.”

Gerald fumbled with the keys, found the right one, and with a theatrical flourish waved his wife and the pastor into the lobby. Sally was not impressed with his silliness and told him so. “Gerald, stop acting the clown and go and get our bags.”

Joseph smiled to see the interaction; it was just as HQ had predicted it would be.

Sally looked around the hall only for her admiring gazing to be interrupted by the pastor apologizing, saying “Excuse me, I just have to make a call; a pastoral matter ….”

He pulled out his phone and stabbed at the screen and, coincidentally, seconds later, Sally’s mobile phone chirped its ringtone which compelled her to pull it out of her purse, look and read the message. She looked up and the pastor returned her smile. He apologized again for the interruption and said, “We need to bless this house, don’t you think ..”, as he took her hand and led her to show her the bedrooms upstairs.

The message wasn’t a message, it was more or less a command that was reinforced by the swirling psychedelic display that brought about an instant response from Sally. Suddenly she felt the now familiar urges to fulfill what she had become to know as her destiny, that of her white cunt being the willing vessel to receive the ejaculation from a black cock. She had no idea or did she even care as to how this change in attitude had come about. All she knew was that when the phone buzzed, then it was incumbent on her to do as her urges directed. She was therefore very grateful when they reached the first bedroom and turned around to see that Pastor Joseph had already unbuttoned his cassock and the bulge that she had noted earlier revealed itself to be the head of a magnificent stiff black cock peeking above the waistband of his underwear. Sally willingly complied when he said, “Get yourself undressed, bitch.”

She quickly pulled off her floaty dress which revealed the generous roll of flesh that encircled the area where a waist would be expected to be seen. She then hastily unclasped her bra which released her large breasts from their support before bending down and pulling down the sensible knickers which showed that her butt was equally generously endowed. She stood up, stepped out of the underwear pooled around her ankles, and was gratified to see that the pastor approved of her appearance.

Ordinarily, she would have been reluctant to ****** herself in such a blatant fashion, especially before another man, let alone a black man, given that she had a few hang-ups regarding her weight, spreading waistline, and the difficulty finding attractive dresses and outfits in the larger sizes that she now required.

No such thoughts crossed her mind at that moment given her mind was still filled with the compelling sounds of Rhino’s phone message. Indeed, there was an eagerness about her manner that suggested a need for the pastor to see her in all her naked glory and she straightened up and brazenly stood before him so that he could see her hairy cunt below the sagging roll of flesh that was her stomach. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her when she saw the evidence of his approval at the sight, his erect cock now bobbing as he pushed down his boxers.

Pastor Joseph was anything but repelled by the sight of this ‘larger lady’ (indeed, he made a point of favoring his new parishioners who were above-average size as they tended to remind him of his own generously endowed mother who taught him so much, growing up). He licked his lips at the thought of a new conquest and issued his next command, “Turn around and get yourself on the bed ….. bitch.” (He had soon learned in his ministry that these white women liked to be mildly verbally abused when he was about to endow them with his blessings.)

Sally complied and lay face down on the bed, spreading her chubby legs so that the good pastor would have no difficulty in finding the mark, her gaping pussy that was already dripping with anticipation of the blessing she was about to receive.

He stepped out of his boxers, undid the remaining buttons of his cassock, and shucked the garment from his shoulders so that he stood just as naked as his willing supplicant. He stepped forward and in one swift movement aligned his cock between her thighs and, ignoring the winking anus (that would come later) he thrust himself into her warm wet cunt. They both gave out an expression of delight as he slid in, her, a squeal of pleasure; him, a grunt that would not have sounded out of place coming from a Bull! Once he felt that he had penetrated as far as her willing body would allow, he rested a few moments to allow her to savor and become accustomed to his length and girth, and then to her urging, he grabbed her neatly tied back ponytail, pulled her head back and began fucking and riding her as if he was taming a wayward horse.

Joseph soon became enamored with this latest conquest, he had chosen well, he thought, as he looked down to see his fat, black cock coated in her juices pumping back and forth between the comfortable cushions of Sally’s soft butt and the feel of his balls slapping against her as he ‘bottomed out’. She, in turn, felt equally blessed that she had the good fortune to have such a considerate man taking a special interest in her and her well-being … but then again that could be just the phone that had planted that train of thought in her mind!

She felt her first climax approaching and cried out, “Oh father, bless me, bless me ..” Pastor Joseph smiled to himself as he felt her shudder and for her pussy to become even wetter and tighter as her orgasm overtook her. He turned his head (but continued fucking) and saw that Sally’s husband had entered the bedroom carrying a suitcase. Gerald put the suitcase down and calmly stood by the side of the bed, fascinated by what he was now observing, his wife being fucked by a man-of-the-cloth, a black man at that.

There wasn’t any reason why Gerald was so complacent toward the outrageous scene for simultaneously when Sally had received her phone message, so had Gerald. Indeed, his message had triggered a slightly different command but indicated what was about to happen. His only concern and confusion were whether he should continue with gathering the cases as his wife had told him to do, or should he straightaway go and join them and observe the ‘blessing’.

Given that he had already reached the car when the phone rang its message, he elected to combine the two commands, thinking that his wife would be impressed that he had the presence of mind to ‘multitask’.

As he entered the bedroom, Joseph gave him a nod to confirm that his presence was noted but did not slow his pace as he continued to piston into the wailing white wife beneath him. Gerald stared dreamily at the sight and without averting his focus he mechanically undid the belt of his trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear so that his cock was *******.

He didn’t realize he was doing it, the message from Rhino had already conditioned him that this what was needed to be done whenever he was in the company of his wife with a black man fucking her. The program required that he should do so to reinforce the fact that a black man’s cock was superior in every way to that of a white; that he should be grateful that his wife was receiving the satisfaction that his puny penis could not provide and that he should thank the pastor for being so generous with pastoral administrations. Such were his thoughts as he stood and masturbated.

Sally gave another wail as another orgasm flooded over her. Pastor Joseph gave her head another tug, deciding that with time running short and his need to get back to the church, he should give her the final anointment. He quickened his pace and let himself go and filled her fertile womb with a fountain of hot cum which in turn caused Sally to wail even louder.

Gerald was fascinated to witness his wife being in such a happy mood and, transfixed at the sight of the pastor’s cock pumping in and out of his wife, he felt a rush of gratitude toward this black man for bringing about such a change in her attitude. He also felt a rush of another kind as he felt his hand suddenly covered by his own warm and copious ejaculation. He looked down in surprise that he had had an orgasm of his own, he didn’t realize that he had been wanking.

Joseph was well-aware of what the ‘recruit to the cause’ had been doing, for the software program had been designed to bring about such a reaction in the white males to whom it was directed. Indeed, the pastor would have been annoyed otherwise, for Rhino HQ required feedback on all encounters where a deviation from the program was involved and anything that suggested there was a fault would mean that he would have to spend time compiling a report detailing the errors, time he did not have to spare what with all the other ‘community work’ with which he was involved, so he thought.

He pulled his dribbling cock from between the cheeks of her generous butt and silently congratulated himself on having successfully initiated another white wife into membership of the Church of the Black Staff. He composed himself and said, “I’ll have to leave you folks to get yourselves settled ….”

He hadn’t any need to say anything given that they were both still totally under the influence but he did, explaining, “… I have to get back to the church. The blessing of the Black Staff is upon you.”

Sally and Gerald remained comatose but sufficiently aware of what was being said, both nodded and mumbled their thanks for his help. They thought of nothing more other than finding their clothes and rearranging themselves as they reflected on the pastor’s blessing. The phrase, ‘The blessing of the Black Staff’ was the key, for the program told them on hearing that phrase, anything that had gone on before in the bedroom was to be erased from their conscious thoughts.

As the pastor departed, their minds were already a complete blank.


Missy was excited …. again. Seemed to her that nowadays, every morning when she awoke the day ahead had something to be excited about and this morning was no exception for, she had visitors to look forward to receiving later that day and nothing pleased her more than the prospect of meeting new people.

It had always been thus for Missy was a farmer’s ********, brought up on an isolated farm (home-schooled by a mother who passed away far too soon, everyone in the community said); married young to Jimmy, a neighbor's son who was as equally intellectually challenged as herself and made the transition in status from farmer’s ******** to farmer’s wife seamlessly with nothing untoward occurring other than a change of farm.

Jimmy was just as single-minded as her father had been with little going on in his head other than the business of scratching a living from the land. He certainly hadn’t been inclined to do his ‘manly duties’ toward her, mainly due to him being ‘too darn tired’ at the end of a day working the farm to think of anything else other than getting to sleep. Then there was the other aspect, that Jimmy was aware that he was less than generously endowed (something that Grade school and gym class had taught him) and was somewhat embarrassed that his wife, who he had hardly known when the families had ‘arranged’ their marriage, might be amused by his inadequacies. Far safer, he thought, to preserve his dignity and use the excuse of being too tired then relieve his sexual satisfaction by having a wank when he was out working the fields!

Missy had indeed noted that her new husband was a bit of a disappointment. As a farmer’s ******** on a farm that was mainly livestock, she was well-versed in the mechanics of sexual behavior between males and females. Indeed, there had been many a time in ‘the season’ when she had assisted stallions impregnate the mares by guiding a significant penis to its correct target. So, yes, Missy knew what a strong cock looked like and, frankly, Jimmy didn’t have one of those, which was a pity for Missy certainly had developed needs that required being satisfied by something bigger than his puny penis.

It was shortly after their marriage (and the discovery of her husband’s shortcomings) that she had the opportunity to see what she was missing. It concerned the time when, at her husband’s suggestion, she had ridden on the tractor driven by a Mexican farmhand who had been taken on for the summer and harvest time. Jimmy had said that the boy could sure do with a hand gathering the hay up in the top pasture and give a hand she did.

It was on the ride up when she had been sitting close behind him on the single seat and holding around his waist for her safety and comfort that her hand strayed south and she found that his cock was rubbing the back of her hand. Whether it was the feel of her tits pressing against his back that had caused him to get an erection and poke up, who knew? What she did know was that he must have a cock to be proud of and when they eventually reached the top pasture, he had already experienced one ejaculation due to her transferring her grip from his waist to wanking him as they slowly bumped their way up the track. Once they reached their destination, she had the opportunity to see what she had been holding and she was delighted to see a ‘proper’ sized cock that shamed the dimensions of her husband’s. More so, even though it was wet and shiny looking from the cum still dribbling from the masturbation she had applied, it remained stiff. Something else that she had noted that her husband didn’t do given anytime Jimmy did exercise his conjugal rights, once her husband had squirted into her, he would withdraw an already softening dick.

Not so the Mexican boy, and once they had clambered down from the tractor, his cock was still rampant and Missy took advantage and, for the first time, she made a cuckold of her husband when she and Leon ‘made hay’ in the top pasture.

Later that day when they had returned to the farmstead, she thought it best not to mention or give too many details of the day’s labor to Jimmy, just that they had gotten on well together and had achieved what Jimmy had asked them to do.

For his part, Jimmy speculated that maybe there had been more than haymaking going on in the top pasture and he was excited at the thought given he was very much aware of his inadequacies (as he had been all of his post-puberty life) and the thought of his wife being fucked by the Mexican boy was something that he would have liked to have witnessed for, another thing about Jimmy (and a secret he held) was that he was a closet voyeur and liked nothing more than being painfully reminded of how minuscule his penis was in comparison to most other men. It was something he had noticed about the Mexican boy when he hired him, that beneath the baggy shorts was a bulge that suggested he was far better endowed than himself.

It was after that day of hearing that she had enjoyed working with him that Jimmy, in his magnanimous manner, had asked if she wouldn’t mind continuing to help Leon, “ … You know, it would keep labor costs down and all, not having to employ an extra hand to get the harvest in.”

“Why Jimmy honey, y’all know I’ll do anything to please ya,” she sweetly said and so Jimmy then began allocating jobs in areas of the farm where he knew he could follow and hide away while he witnessed Missy helping Leon with his labors.

Getting the harvest in took a little longer than planned that summer despite having Leon’s extra help!

Such were Missy’s excited thoughts as she pottered around the kitchen getting herself ready for the day ahead and the meeting she had scheduled in town with the newly arrived pastor of the Church of the Black Staff.

She was very proud of the attention that the pastor had bestowed upon her and that he had appointed her as leader of a community pastoral support group. She was a bit vague as to what her official duties as leader of the group entailed but, no matter, the meetings in the church vestry were always most pleasant and such a change from being stuck out on the farm. She looked forward to another session when for a couple of hours away from the labours of the land she would discuss community matters with the pastor in the comfort of his office, with the mesmerizing music and chants going on in the background, sipping the communal wine that he insisted was ‘good for the soul’. Afterward, she never could say with any accuracy exactly what they had discussed but she always felt so fulfilled by their discussion and, curiously, once she had returned home and her head had cleared, her pussy felt as if it was full of cum.

However, she did know that the agenda for today’s meeting was to discuss arrangements to welcome the arrival to the community of a couple from the east, a place called Hawksville which she knew to be the location of the head office of the Church of the Black Staff. She knew little more other than the guy had something to do with maintaining the specialized equipment that the church utilized and was keen to expand its use in the mid-West. Such matters were way above her head; all she knew was that it was her duty to help make the new couple feel] welcome.

She was also aware that the pastor was requiring her help in furthering his idea of establishing some kind of religious retreat in the area, a place where applicants to joining the church could come and reflect on the creed and ambition of the church’s mission and put into practice what they might learn. She suspected that his idea had something to do with land Jimmy had purchased and then had a passing thought that it might be a little unprofessional of the pastor to be asking her opinions about the tenant, as she was aware of the old guy who lived on the land being an ornery person. Those thoughts disappeared once she was in the pastor’s presence.

Unbeknown to Missy, Jimmy was also aware of the pastor’s plans for after last Sunday’s morning service pastor Joseph had discretely asked about his plans for the extra land that Jimmy had recently purchased from his old neighbor, an intensely private person, who had retired. The land purchase had included an area where the old neighbor still lived (part of the purchase agreement) in a little two-story farmhouse that had a few outbuildings and a couple of bunkhouses on the same plot. Another feature of the land was a modest lake where the old guy indulged in his passion for fishing for the trout that it was rumored lived there.

Another of the old guy’s passions, which was in keeping with his philosophy of healthy living and ‘gittin’ back to nature’, was that in his old age, he had dispensed with the need for clothing and, weather permitting, become an advocate for nudism (which of course, given the isolated situation he was perfectly entitled to practice). On occasion, folks from out of state could be seen who Missy presumed were distant ****** and equally as private in attitudes as their host and had similar ideas would come and stay. It was all very discrete.

Pastor Joseph, who following his Rhino/Black Staff training that required him to know about any special quirks of people living in the area where he was based, knew all about the old neighbor, Missy had told him so when she had been under the influence of the mystical music in his vestry, just before he filled her another ‘special blessing.’ He had been much amused when she told him all about what she had seen, “ .. from a distance, outta sight of those white folks lazing around the lake, buck naked …. and even when horny, them white folks, no way, cud compare to this …” she giggled as she lovingly stroked his rigid cock.

Joseph smiled and stroked her hair as it was confirmed that the program had established the belief in the Black man’s superiority.

Such were his thoughts as he bowed his head to listen to Jimmy’s vague ideas and plans (which didn’t amount to much) for he already had in mind plans of his own. To whit, that the ‘nudist colony’ would be an ideal location for the Church of the Black Staff’s religious retreat he was to be setting up.

He added the topic to the agenda of his meeting with Missy planned for later that week. He needed her to use her limited influence as a near neighbor to the old guy to get him an introduction. It would be a tough ask as the old guy was renowned as being a difficult character and had some entrenched ideas when it came to ‘them colored folks’.

No matter, the tough ask would be task #1 on the project plan of setting up a camp where young black men could be trained in the philosophies of the church and then be employed to share their religious instruction with the communities of white women and their husband/partners, all without the encumbrance of clothing in a location far away from outside interference.

Pastor Joseph shook Jimmy’s hand and then told Missy, who had been standing meekly alongside, how much he was looking forward to their meeting later in the week. As they walked away, he thought that task #2 on the plan should be discussed with Rhino Software development to modify the program to remove any inhibitions folks might have about being naked and copulating in the company of others in an open-air setting.

Himself, he had no such inhibitions and already he could feel his cock stiffening beneath his cassock as he visualized the scenes that would soon be seen up at ‘Top Farm’.