Her forearms shoved against the backs of my thighs. Her tongue was licking around my asshole as she slid her long middle finger into me in search of m... prostate. Her right hand was furiously jerking my cock.She heard me start to moan. She kept her finger and her hand working on me but popped up to watch the fireworks. My moan turned to a sweat-drenched roar. Her hand was flying up and down my cock. As I call it, my first shot over the bow usually flies just a couple of inches. It landed in the. Go set that up!" Samreplied enthusiastically.John got up and started moving stuff around to get at the back of theTV. Silence filled the air. They had both been friends for a long time,but really didn't have much to talk about anymore. Their friendship wasstronger than that, but it was still a little awkward. Sam glancedaround the living room. It was his first time here. John and Kristinewere renting a small house out here in suburbia. Nice little yard. Samthought about how things were getting. She was aware of every pygmy in th village, every cricket that shrilled in the bush, every isolated call of some other night creature out in the jungle, every shift of air-pressure as the masked shaman danced and every drum-beat pounded by the pygmy drummers of the Ki'Yguru Hunters Lodge. She could feel their awe as they watched their 'Moon-Elf' in full sexual arousal, this strange alien being from an unseen world powering up for some grand display of natures mysterious grandeur. It was then. I had discovered this in college, I majored in communications with a minor in business, but part of the communications requirement was about black African history, and I was fascinated with the female slavery part that vividly depicted, and in my exposure to this dark part of our history had only reinforced my subconscious yearning for sex and submission to nasty black men!Little did I know at the time this night would last for several weeks and more!The thought of doing such a thing was an.