Church Mission Part1

This particular church mission opened my eyes to another world waiting for me.

Ever since I graduated from college I have been seriously involved in my church. Perhaps it was repentance for all I had done as a college student. To say I was sexually active would have been a gross under statement. I was ‘THE’ party girl.
One guy 2 guys or three it didn’t matter. One night it was actually 5. This was all of course before I met my husband Chad.
Shortly after we met I became a changed person. Chad was an extremely religious guy and I guess it rubbed off on me. I was soon attending church every Sunday and volunteering for every job or committee I could find. The church became my life.
2 months ago on a Sunday after service the pastor announced a mission trip to Kenya.Volunteers were needed.
Chad and I talked about it all the way home. It was something both of us had always wanted to do. As soon as we got home, I was on the computer and Chad was looking at his work calendar.
I was fascinated by the people of Kenya. The women’s colorful dresses and the men, who were a mixture of handsome and to put it bluntly, Ughly. I had been involved with black men before meeting Chad. In fact my first was at the age of 14. It was a learning experience.
As I day dreamed about days past and scolding myself about my nasty thoughts, Chad walked in.
“Sorry Honey, I have back to back conferences those 2 weeks. I can’t go.” Seeing the disappointment on my face he said, “That doesn’t mean you can’t.”
“What?” I said. “I wouldn’t want to go without you.”
“ I don’t want you to miss out,” he said. “No arguing, you’re going.”
That night drifting off to sleep in Chads arms my thoughts turn to men, black men.
The days slowly passed until finally we left for Kenya.
There were 8 of us. 5 men and 3 women. I knew all but 1 of the women. Arriving at the village we were welcomed by at least 40 or so people. The women were smiling and the men smirked and stared at the white women. After all our travels we were exhausted and were soon taken to our huts, one hut for each of us. Mine and the lady I did not know were a ways from the others.
Later that evening one of the tribesman came to our huts and invited us to dinner.
Not knowing what to wear I put on a long white sun dress of sorts. No bra but of course panties.
My new team member was also leaving her hut at the same time. We laughed, we were dressed almost identical. We could have been sisters. Both blondes I’m 5’4” she was maybe an inch or so taller. We walked along talking. Her name was Ann and she was single. A friend of hers recommended this trip. She laughed when she said that. “After a few glasses of wine I may tell you why.”
The men sat directly across from us, their loin cloths barely covering anything and some covering nothing. I could feel my panties getting moist.
One man was a towering giant. As he sat on the ground he pulled his knees up exposing the largest cock I had ever seen. I simply stared an slowly looked up in to his eyes. He was smiling. I smiled back.
Not knowing what to do I tried to formulate a plan. I looked at Ann and said, “I’m going to head back to my hut, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ann said, “ Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Your a lucky lady, he’s been watching you all evening.”
I slowly stood and did not look at him. As I walked away a little ways, I turned and seen him starting to stand up. Things were going to get interesting.
As I reached the door of my hut he was suddenly behind me. Without a word he pushed me inside. I stumbled but he quickly grabbed my arm to steady me. . Turning me around to face him he grabbed my throat and started to kiss me. Not a sweet soft kiss but a brutal vicious kiss. His tongue probed my mouth.
Grabbing my hair he forced me to my knees. “Open bitch,” he hissed in broken English.
Open my mouth I did.. His black cock pushed past my lips and mouth and into my throat. Fortunately I have done this before. I have no gag reflex.
I was back, the cum slut. It was like I never left. I wanted his bbc in my throat. Has he fucked my face I fondled his sack. His balls were enormous.
He stopped with his balls on my chin. I could feel his cock pulse even in my throat. His cum was amazing. Rope after rope of it. There was no way to swallow it all. It ran from both sides of my mouth as most of it filled my stomach.
Pulling his cock from my throat he began to slap my face with it then proceeded to wipe it off with my hair. Once again in broken English, “You good cock sucker, I bring friends next time.”
“Please do!” I said.
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