A young white couple decides on a honeymoon in Africa

Kyra’s honeymoon to Africa has taken a horrible turn.
After witnessing her husband’s death, she narrowly
escaped into the jungle. Having survived the raging
river, with the last of her strength, she collapsed on
the muddy riverbank.

Hours later, she woke up to find herself in someone’s
home and bed. The décor was strange to say the least.
Cooking implements were piled against the mud walls.
Once on her feet, she gingerly made her way outside.
Kyra found herself in a clearing with a magnificent
waterfall emptying into a lagoon. It almost seemed
magical with the rising mist and the lush green
surrounding. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
someone coming towards her.

He was a tall dark man about 6’2″ and certainly an
intimidating fellow. Wearing nothing but a loincloth,
beads of sweat glistened off his muscular build. In his
hand, he wielded a machete and his eyes transfixed on
the beautiful stranger. She kept her eyes on him,
genuinely afraid of him. There was no clue to his
intentions. As he moved closer, she retreated always
keeping a distance.

“You have nothing to fear. Welcome to my home.” He
greeted her.

“You speak English? Who are you?” Kyra asked with a
confused expression.

“I am Kouassi and you are?” replied the African.

“My name is Kyra.”

“That is a most unusual name,” Kouassi said.

He offered some smoke fish and a potato-like vegetable
that have been boiled. But she was still apprehensive
ignoring her empty stomach.

“Do you live here alone?”

“Now I do. My brother once shared my home until a year
ago,” Kouassi said. “Where is your home?”

“Well it’s pretty far away…” she began before trailing

Kyra felt uneasy lying on her bed, staring aimlessly
above her. Across the fire, Kouassi’s attention was on
the woman. His eyes locked on her breasts, rising and
falling with each breath in the soft amber firelight. He
began to reminisce the moment he found her on the
riverbank. Now whether it was the gods’ doing or fate,
Kouassi wasn’t sure but he was glad to have brought her
home. She was truly a woman of caliber and a perfect
bride, although his mother wouldn’t approve at all.

The next morning Kouassi woke up full of excitement and
anxiety. He was to bring some medicine to his mother,
who was staying with his sister. Kyra was still asleep
and when she shifted, her tank top slid down. The top of
her breasts, nestled inside her black lace bra became
visible stopping Kouassi in his tracks. He was drawn to
it like a moth to the light, but just as reached his
hand out, Kyra began to stir.

He quickly pulled his hand back and went on his way. As
he trekked through the jungle, mind was on his guest
back home. Kyra woke up to find she was alone. She
picked at the smoked fishes left beside her bed and ate

After breakfast, she went down to the lagoon to wash her
hands and face. Looking at her reflection, she was
appalled. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess and her
clothes as well. She smelled like a dirty laundry
hamper. It has been several days since she had a shower
and she was overdue for one.

The pristine water looked so refreshing and inviting. Of
course there was the matter of prying eyes but she was
in the middle of nowhere. The only prying eyes that
worried Kyra were Kouassi’s. She had no knowledge when
he left or when he would be back. Prompted not only by
her odor but also the unforgiving heat.

Kyra decided to take a dip in the pool. Throwing caution
to the wind, she began to undress. She pulled her mud
stained tank top over her head and cast it aside. Next
Kyra unclasped her bra and let fall to the ground. Then
she unzipped her shorts and panties down her long legs
in one smooth motion. Slowly Kyra waded into the pool.
The water was cool and a relief from the relentless
heat. It was truly relaxing.

Meanwhile having dropped off the medicine, Kouassi was
heading back home. He was glad to have left because his
mother pestered him the whole time. His mother told him
of several suitors in his brother-in-law’s village.
However it matter not, there was only one woman on his
mind, Kyra. Upon arriving home, he found the hut empty.
Kouassi’s fear that Kyra may have run off or something
worst happened to her. Then he noticed tracks leading
down to the lagoon, so he followed them. Kouassi could
make out a pale figure against the dark cliff face.

It was a beautiful sight. There was Kyra, fully nude and
bathing in waist deep water. Quietly and cautiously,
Kouassi got closer and closer. With her back turned, she
was completely oblivious to his presence. He could see
her firm, rosy butt through the clear water.

“What do think you’re doing?!” Kyra cried as she turned
around. She quickly covered herself as much as she
could. There was a huge smile on his face, his white
teeth flashing and that’s when she noticed his crotch.

Pushing aside the loincloth was the biggest, black cock
she’d ever seen. His python-like member stood erect,
acknowledging the naked beauty before him. Kouassi
slowly waded into the pool and towards her. Kyra was at
a standstill.

There was nowhere to hide in her current predicament.
She could only wait as he stopped in front of her.
Kouassi could see that Kyra was trembling, but he wasn’t
going to harm her in any way.

“Do not worry. I won’t let any harm come to you.” He
brushed her hair away from her face.

Then he gently grasped her wrist and pulled her arm
away. Kyra turned away, embarrass for only one man has
seen her naked, her husband. Now she was completely
exposed to this stranger, this primal African man. He
cupped and squeezed her breasts, and playfully tugged on
her hard nipples.

She couldn’t deny the sensation on her breasts. With one
hand on her breasts, his other hand caressed down her
flat tummy, past her neatly trimmed bush stopping
between her legs. As he started to massage her most
sensitive area, a soft moan treacherously escaped her

Kouassi began kissing the nape of her neck heightening
the experience. Returning the favor, she wrapped her
hand around his shaft and stroked it. Kouassi groaned,
enjoying the stimulation of his manhood and just when he
couldn’t hold it, he stopped her.

Taking her hand, he led Kyra onto a bed of grass just a
few feet from the water’s edge. Kouassi got on top of
her: he loved the contrast of his dark flesh against her
creamy pale flesh. He lowered his head to her breasts,
his lips finding her hard nipples and suckled like an
infant. Kyra held his head tightly on her breasts.

Kouassi slid his python-like shaft against her mound,
emanating a burning sensation between her legs. Then
gazing deep into her blue eyes, he slowly pushed his
dark meat, inch by inch into the gorgeous woman’s pussy.
Kouassi began thrusting his tool slowly, once finding
his rhythm, he increased his pace.

As her vaginal walls loosen to accommodate his cock and
the two of them lubed up, his tool slid smoothly and
effortlessly, building the impending orgasm. With all
her inhibitions gone, Kyra moaned softly at first then
louder and louder, echoing through the jungle. She was
getting fucked like never before and she was enjoying
every bit.

Kyra wrapped her legs and tighten onto him as an orgasm
surged through her. His lips found her soft, luscious
lips and in her lustful state gladly accepted his

Their bodies convulsed as another powerful orgasm
overtook them. Like a beast, Kouassi groaned loudly as a
jet of his black seed splashed her pussy, overfilling
her womb and streaming from her slit. After emptying the
content of his balls inside Kyra, he pulled his limp
dick and collapsed on her.

“Stay with me, Kyra,” he said.

Kyra kissed him again. “Yes, I will.”

In nine months time, she gave birth to a healthy baby
boy. Never before in his life has Kouassi experience
such happiness. Under the shade of a tree with her
infant son suckling on her breast, Kyra looked on as her
new husband sowed their garden.

Although she still missed her family back home, Kyra
knew this was where she belonged.