White Wife on Safari - Sex Stories

White Wife on Safari

... their lives. Nothing like that had ever happened back home in Chicago. She had never even dreamed of getting screwed by four guys in a row. Or even screwing black guys for that matter! She had never looked at blacks in that way. Now on this safari so far the Chief and guide Jameraka took turns screwing her all night long one night. And again today the Chief and three others took turns screwing her. Hank hasn't seen this happen yet and was begging her to do it for him. Hank had already talked her into walking around the village dressed in just sexy little bras and panties.

So after the great sex they had just had, Hank was now asking her to go topless in front of the tribe.

Brandy was thinking, "What in the hell have we turned in to?"

Now, on with the story, picking up right where it left off.

Now after our hot and humid sex in the hut was over I told Hank, "let’s go down to the river and clean up before dinner." Having said that I got up and slipped back on my little black lace bikini panties that I had worn down to the river earlier that morning to bath. They had dried out nice hanging in the hot hut all day. Next I took my black lace matching bra off the hook and started putting it on.

Watching as I dressed Hank then said, "come on Brandy leave the bra here. Please go topless for me! You have no idea how hot that would be for me to see all these villagers checking out your nice tits."

I started to protest but then just gave in and said, "Okay it's your ...

... call! If you like guys seeing my bare boobs you got your wish," as I flung my sexy little bra to at him.

"Mmmmmm that's my girl" he moaned as he got up and patted me on the ass. I grabbed some towels, soap and shampoo as Hank jumped back in his shorts.

Stepping out of our hut for the first time, totally topless was one hell of a rush for me. And Hank also I'm sure.

We headed down the trail that leads to the river slash waterfall. I felt so strange walking through the village with my boobs bouncing all over my chest as my hard nipples pointed the way we were going. All the tribal men couldn't keep their eyes off my boobs as we passed through the village.

I said to Hank, "God these guys act like they've never seen boobs before".

Don't forget, as I said in part one of this story, I'm only a size 34 B cup. So it's not like I'm super big busted or anything. For that matter most of the tribal females have boobs that hang down to their waists. So I didn't see the big deal about my boobs. Other than the fact that my nipples look to be always hard and pocking out!

Hank replied, "shit Brandy, you have the best looking tits in this place. These guys have never seen good-looking tits before. And they are white, which drives black guys wild. Look at all these black girls, their tits look sick the way they hang on their chest. And your hard nipples are to die for". Having said that he gave my right breast a little squeeze as we walked on.

I hit him on the arm and said, ...