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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 37 Location: NORTHERN KENYA WITH THE SAMBURU TRIBE |
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| Introduction: I HAD KNOWN DULARAY FROM CHILDHOOD. SHE WAS A REFUGEE IN CANADA | ||
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In March 1983 I had known Dularay, a Tamil refugee, originally from Jaffna in Shri Lanka, for only a few months, and I met her in Canada where she had applied for refugee status and was awaiting the results. She was young and pretty by anyone's standards, with nice legs, a firm, but flattish, behind, and somewhat small breasts (I believe bite-sized is the term they are commonly referred to by her friends) with bigger than average, rough nipples. We didn't have sex until our fourth or fifth date, and I can't say that the sex was spectacular, I guess this was as a result of the stress, and abuse, she had suffered in the numerous refugee camps in Canada as a child. Don't get me wrong, it was good, but until we went to a hunting lodge in the forests of Northern Ontario one weekend with Kabirundu and Mulele, two close friends from Sudan, also refugees, our sexual adventures were quite ordinary. We all went to bed early on the first night at the lodge, feeling somewhat exhausted by the long road trip and our hike into the woods. Since Dularay always slept without clothes on, she extinguished the candle and slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to me. We couldn't do anything because Kabirundu and Mulele, the African couple, were sleeping right across from us, on the floor, in a double sleeping bag, in the tiny bedroom. The feeling of sleeping like this was communal. I felt out of place, being the only non-refugee and having never lived in such cramped conditions. Intellectually, I felt out of place too, but Dularay was joyous and jovial the entire weekend, but, apparently in the refugee camps, sleeping like that was the norm, hence the inevitable abuse of young girls, one of whom was Dularay. At about 11:00 p.m., Dularay arose from our bed, grabbed the torch, and threaded her way down the stairs. A while later I also got up and found her in the living room, where she was lying on the couch, on her side, still completely naked, facing the back of the sofa, in the familiar fetal position. She appeared to be asleep. I slinked onto the sofa behind her and discovered, by her gentle stirring, that she was still awake. Not knowing what she was thinking, or feeling, I turned on my side, so that my chest was pressed against her back, spoon- like, and cradled her body against mine. I reached around her to cup her small, almost girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them and feeling her nipples slowly gain erection. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised, lazily resting on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into her, the way she liked to tease me. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris. When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, then whispered, "Uh-uh, not there!!!!, I want you here!!!!, in my ass!!!!" So saying, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me, as usual. "Are you serious!!!!?" I asked, somewhat shocked. We had never done that before, although her close friends hinted of her penchant for rough anal sex, and I remember wondering if this was something about Dularay's sexuality that I hadn't known. Being a refugee she was exposed to all types of weird sexual practices in the refugee camps, with all nationalities in those cramped conditions where all manner of clandestine sex took place. "Just do it!!!! I want to feel your cock inside my ass!!!!" she exclaimed. She rubbed the cock-head a few more times against her nether opening. "Mmmmmmmm Keeeeeen, I want it deep inside my ass!!!!" My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort. She grunted as the cock-head broke the barrier, and then hissed between her teeth. "Sloooowly!!!!" she said, "work it in sloooowly." She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass. "Am I hurting you?" "A little, just a little" she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it feels so fucking big!!!!, almost was big as Kwame was!!!!" I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly bit the back, of her neck. "I don't believe how tight it feels!!!!" "Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!!!!" "Just a little more!!!!" I pressed my cock forward, and then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle as it pulsated. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly for her to relax her grip and then pushing forward hastily. This way I played a game of outsmarting her,. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my pubic hairs into her lower ass. "How's that?" I whispered. "Fucking unbelievable!!!! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to this erotic sensation!!!!." I continued kneading her breasts and biting her neck and shoulders while my hard cock remained completely motionless inside her. I was wondering if the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not to be. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around the pole, as she tested the elasticity of her anal muscle with a convulsive jerk and simultaneous tightening. The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up?" I said after a particularly tight contraction, "I'm going to coooome. I feel close already!!!!" "No!! No!! Please, don't come yet!!!! You have just put it in? You haven't really fucked me yet!!!! I’m now getting worked up!!!! Can you hold off!!!!?" "I'll trrrrry!!!. Shit I’ve come!!!” I discharged spermatozoa into her rectum, what a relief. I felt guilty for not bringing her to a climax. So I immediately pulled out the soft skin. "The pain is fast subsiding”, she immediately remarked, in a distinctly disgusted way. I stood there and watched my sperm exude from her black juicy ass. I wanted to kiss and lick but it looked revolting. She did not reach her climax, and needed to desperately, so she asked me to go and beg Kabirundu to come and finish where I had ineptly left off. I went up and asked him, he immediately jumped out of the sleeping bag, as if he was anticipating it, or I assumed on reflection, that she forewarned him, naked, erect 13- inch rock-hard black cock in front, and went down to assiduously perform the chore I failed to accomplish. My torch picked out the shape of the cock in the dark as I provided limited illumination, and it looked maaaassssive. I felt jealous, extreeeemely jealous!!!!. “Lucky Nigger”, I muttered. Thoughts flashed passed my mind, thoughts as to why Indian women in the West Indies worshipped black men?…….I now knew the reason. The same reason all debauched women have when it comes to sex with an Africans, or “SWEEEEEET AFRICAN” as they affectionately call then. From the groaning, I could tell that Dularay was enjoying that massive African cock more than mine, she could not admit that face to face, but she did confirm it to me by letter 5 months later, when she explained an unexpected meeting with him at her cousin’s house in Toronto, while I was back in Africa working. I had a shower to cool off my bruised cock then rubbed baby oil on it to soothe it. That camping trip was excellent, and whenever I visited Canada, we teamed up with an African couple and went camping….time after time, after time, following the same routine. Almost on every occasion the male had to help me to bring Dularay to a climax. On one winter’s evening, even the wife had to intervene to help, as Dularay did not reach orgasm, that was her first lesbian encounter, and she relished it. At that time, I feel that our liberal attitudes helped to bridge the cultural divide by allowing the numerous African men to copulate with her!!!!! At the same time, allowing her to have lesbian liaisons brought about political correctness. IN RETROSPECTION, THAT WAS GLOWING EVIDENCE THAT OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS EPHEMERAL AND WOULD NOT LAST, AND IT DID NOT!!!!.........SHE STILL FEELS OTHERWISE!!!!..........AND STILL HOPES FOR A RECONCILIATION |
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