An African Misadventure Ch. 02

Life in the colonies was not always a congenial experience for the ladies. There was little to do much of the time. Of course all the Europeans had servants, so housework and cooking was taken care of. They were pampered, but bored. Cynthia Petherington missed the excitement of London life - the parties, the shopping in the fashionable streets, tea at The Ritz. All those things so much adored by society ladies.

The ladies made the most of it as best they could. There were bridge parties and soirées, afternoon tea on the veranda, but it was generally rather tedious.

Oddly enough Cynthia's indiscretion that led to her being punished by Sister Bridget was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in Africa. The fact that the punishment had been witnessed by the handsome Prince Toikat had made it so erotic.

Cynthia had been a virgin when she married Roger. Their first night had been a disaster. Roger had come to bed late after a heavy bout of drinking with his friends. His attempt to penetrate her had failed and he had collapsed on her, snoring loudly. Their love life did not improve greatly. It was almost a miracle that she gave birth to their lovely daughter, Penelope who had also had to receive punishment at the hands of Sister Bridget.

Cynthia knew little of the ways of the world when she married. All her knowledge of sex had been gained at the girls' boarding school she had attended as a girl. The lessons in sex were not delivered by the teachers. In those days in the early decades of the twentieth century it was expected that the virgin bride would be taught all she needed to know by her husband.

What Cynthia knew she had learned from the other girls, many of whom were quite knowledgeable about such matters. Very early in her school life, she had learned how to masturbate. Another girl, a few years older than Cynthia had taken her to a quiet part of the school's extensive grounds and had put her hand up her skirt and inside her drawers. Cynthia had protested at first, but soon found the experience enjoyable. Soon the two girls were the best of friends and took every opportunity to play with each others' cunnies.

Many of the girls seemed to know quite a lot about boys. One girl, Olivia Braithwaite, whose father was in the colonial service, spent the school holidays in Africa. Back at school she would tell a rapt audience of young girls about the things she had seen in Africa. She told them that she had often seen naked native boys at the river. She told them of their back cocks and how they were much bigger than her brother's. Cynthia's eyes had widened at these revelations. In the quiet of the dormitory Cynthia would put her hand down between her legs and press against her cunny. She thought of those native boys, with their black cocks swinging between their legs as they ran down to the river. She knew that men had to put their cocks inside their bride after they were married. It all sounded so very rude and exciting.

Now, as a woman, Cynthia had only experienced her husband's rather poor attempts at sex. It all seemed so disappointing after those tales she heard from the other girls at school.

Then Prince Toikat had come into her life in that rather unexpected way. Apart from her husband and her doctor he was the only man to see her naked bottom. She had been bent over receiving a bare bottom caning from Sister Bridget, but Prince Toikat, a strong, handsome man had watched her and seen her nakedness. The caning had been harsh, but bearable. Canings at her boarding school had been common occurrences.

The thought of him being present at her punishment excited her. She had seen his bulging loin cloth and desperately wanted to know if what she had heard was true. Hardly daring to admit it, even to

herself, Cynthia desired the prince's black cock. In her private moments Cynthia's fingers would go down to her crotch and she would stimulate herself, just as she had all those years ago as a pupil at her boarding school. Prince Toikat was the centre of her secret fantasies. She wondered how it feel if he mounted her. Her fingers would rub the moist patch of her sensible cotton knickers. Once again, for the first time in ages, she felt the pleasure of orgasm.

One of the pastimes the local European ladies wives' club had arranged to alleviate their boredom was to invite a guest speaker each month. They had had a talk by the midwife, presentations by the police superintendent, the chief fire officer and other community dignitaries. The wives' club secretary, Mrs Butterfield, arranged the speaking engagement and informed the wives that the speaker at the next meeting would be Prince Toikat. A ripple of excitement went round the meeting room. Cynthia Petherington was every bit as thrilled as the other ladies, but her thrill of excitement was tempered by the fact that out of all the ladies she was already known to the Prince. How embarrassing to be in the audience with the other ladies in the knowledge that the Prince had seen her naked from the waist down, having her bottom thrashed. She knew that the Prince would be too discrete to mention the fact, but the mere knowledge that he knew would be enough to make her blush.

The evening of Toikat's talk arrived and Cynthia set off to the meeting room with her heart in her mouth. She was nervous, but equally she knew she had to be there. She would never forgive herself if she backed out.

Toikat arrived and all the ladies took in the sight of the handsome young prince. He was immaculately turned out in a grey suit, a pocket handkerchief tucked neatly into the top pocket and he wore his Oxford Union tie. The last time Cynthia had seen the prince he was wearing just a simple loincloth. Cynthia and most of the other women were secretly disappointed he wore European dress on this occasion.

Toikat told the ladies of his upbringing in Africa, how he been sent by his father, King M'gobo to boarding school in England and how he had gone up to Oxford and achieved a good degree. He told them of how it had been difficult at first to adapt to life in England, but how he gradually integrated into western society. All of the women gave Toikat their undivided attention and the hour passed quickly. The group thanked Toikat profusely for his talk. He said his goodbyes and left. Cynthia helped with the tidying up she and left the club about ten minutes after Toikat.

As Cynthia approached her station wagon for the journey home she saw the prince staring at one wheel of his MG sports car.

"Is everything all right sir?" enquired Cynthia.

"Ah Mrs Petherington. I am afraid I have a flat tyre. I fear there is much room for improvement in our local roads. I must have driven over something sharp on my way here this evening. I will have to change the wheel."

"No, sir. You will spoil your lovely suit. Please allow me to drive you home. I will send two of the boys to sort out your car in the morning."

The prince looked at Cynthia. "Mrs Petherington, you are most kind. I will be happy to accept your kind offer, provided you are sure it will be no trouble."

"Not at all sir, please jump in."

The Perkin's diesel fired up with a roar and Mrs Petherington and her passenger sped off into the cool evening. Cynthia's heart was pounding. She could scarcely believe she was here here with the prince alone at night.

The journey was made in silence until the prince spoke. "Mrs Petherington, I really am most grateful to you. May I ask are you quite recovered from your unfortunate beating from Sister Bridget?"

"Oh yes sir. Quite. I deserved it and anyway English boarding schools provide one with a sound preparation for receiving a thrashing."

"Yes, indeed they do Mrs Petherington. Indeed they do," replied Toikat thoughtfully.

Cynthia pulled up outside the Price's bungalow. A houseboy dashed out to open the door for the prince to get out.

"Mrs Petherington, may I invite you in for a nightcap?"

"Oh, I don't know, sir. It is very kind but it is late... Oh Perhaps just a very quick one." Cynthia could hardly believe her own daring at accepting the invitation.

The houseboy brought two drinks on a silver tray and quietly left the room.

"Thank you again for the lift home, Mrs Petherington. It really was most kind."

"No trouble at all. I really would not have forgiven myself if you had spoiled your lovely suit."

"Well it is Saville Row. It would have been a shame. We both look rather different to when we first met."

Cynthia cast her mind back. She had her bottom bared, receiving a caning from Sister Bridget and the Price had been covered in only a loincloth. Cynthia blushed as she recalled the scene.

"Yes indeed we did, sir. You looked very fine in your, er, native dress." Cynthia was astonished at her own daring.

"Well Mrs Petherington, there are times, such as ceremonial occasions when I am obliged to wear traditional garb."

"Of course. Well you looked very fine."

"Please excuse me for a moment Mrs Petherington."

Cynthia thought she detected a twinkle in the prince's eye as he left the room.

"He returned after a few minutes, wearing nothing but a small loin cloth."

"Oooooh!" sighed Cynthia.

Prince Toikat stood proudly before her, his muscles rippling. He beckoned Cynthia to him.

Mesmerised she stood and went toward him. Without a word he took Cynthia's hands and placed them on his broad, hard shoulders. The prince looked into Cynthia's eyes and she melted in his gaze. He gently guided her hands slowly down to his rippling biceps, his hard chest, his flat belly. All the time he held her gaze. Cynthia had never felt so overcome with excitement in her life. She sucked her breath in as his hands guided hers to his thighs and ever close to his loincloth. Then his hands moved round and he held her bottom, through her thin cotton dress and he pulled her toward him. She could feel his manhood pressing into her through just a few layers of thin cotton.

Prince Toikat gently pressed down on Cynthia, guiding her into a kneeling position. Her eyes were level with his loincloth as he unfastened it and allowed it to fall to the floor. His penis stood stiffly before her as if it were carved from ebony. As she gazed in wonder at the beautiful penis she knew she would surrender herself. No matter what the consequences, Cynthia knew that this was her moment. If she never had excitement in her life ever again, tonight she would be fulfilled.

Unbidden she ran her fingers along the shaft, cupped the heavy testicles in her hands., marvelling at the polished cock head. Cynthia had never before examined a penis in such detail. The prince stood stock still allowing Cynthia to examine his penis until he gently guided her lips to his mighty rod. Cynthia had heard that men liked to have their cocks sucked, but she had never done it, not even with her husband. She wanted to please her prince and tentatively ran the tip of her tongue along the shaft. She thrilled as the penis twitched at the feel of her tongue. She took the head into her mouth. She had to stretch her jaw to accept it. She suckled the penis head and was rewarded with Toikat's sigh of pleasure.

The prince, his penis throbbing, guided Cynthia to a chaise longue, lay her gently back and pulled her dress up to her waist. Toikat pulled her cotton knickers down and slipped them off over her feet. Toikat gently took Cynthia's knees, easing them apart and positioned himself between her spread thighs. Cynthia felt the head of Toikat's mighty penis pressing against her womanhood. Never had anything so big entered her. She held her breath, waiting for the beautiful monster to push into her. She pushed back to meet her black lover but it was just too much for her. Toikat moved down to position with his face pressed to her vagina. Cynthia gasped as she felt Toikat's tongue lapping at her. She had never felt a a man do that to her. It would never have entered her husband's head to do such a thing.

Cynthia thrust herself up to meet Toikat's tongue as it penetrated her. She sobbed in ecstasy as his tongue went deep inside her, exploring the soft interior of her vagina. Cynthia had vague recollections of her clitoris being touched by her best friend at school, but they had never gone so far as cunnilingus. Cynthia writhed as she relished in this new pleasure. She cried out as she experience the first orgasm she had had for ages. She lay their open-legged gasping for breath. Toikat took up position between her thighs and presented his cock to the moist hole he had prepared so expertly. This time his magnificent organ slid in so easily. Soon he was balls deep inside Cynthia. He pumped his penis in and out. Cynthia was soaking in perspiration her loins thrusting up to meet Toikat's powerful strokes. She shuddered and screamed out another orgasm, before Toikat felt the sperm rising in his shaft. Cynthia was beyond thinking of the consequences of Toikat's sperm jetting into her cervix. Fortunately Toikat had the presence of mind to withdraw his cock and his spunk jetted out onto Cynthia's thighs.

They lay there for a few moments then Toikat cleaned her with a small towel he had on a table close by. Cynthia suddenly aware of the time and the possibility of awkward questions at home pulled on her knickers and adjusted her dress. She murmured her thanks to Toikat who showed her out to her station wagon.

Cynthia drove home, more happy than she had felt for years. Although well into middle age she felt like a young girl again.