White Mischief SeXStoRY

(A repost - but we thought you all might like to read). White Mischief *** Based closely on the real happenings of the wild and wealthy British in 1940's Africa involving d**gs, alcohol, sex and adultry. (couples, intr, swing) *** This is based on a true story. A number of the events have been changed very slightly to protect the identities of those still living, as have the names; otherwise all is as was. Once upon a time, in a place far, far away … there was an idyllic location in the early nineteen-forties where wealthy British could go to escape the ravishes of war. It was away from the nightly air raid sirens and horrific bombings being made by the German Luftwaffe on the city of London. To avoid the terror, fear and horror of pre-World War II, many Brits packed up all of their belongings and moved from their war-torn homeland to a beautiful peaceful valley on the outskirts of Nairobi, Kenya called 'Happy Valley' by the local Africans. The privileged English gentry and aristocrats owned spacious mansions in the lovely hills of Happy Valley complete with cooks, servants, gardeners and chauffeurs. Of course, the wealthier one was, the more servants one had. Keep in mind that all of the locals were Africans and very proud Africans at that. How would you feel if these imperialist foreigners came into your country with an indiscriminate amount of money, buying up everything and demanding immediate service of every kind? For the most part, it was good for the local economy because of the positive influx of cash flow, however most of the really expensive items that the British ex- pats had were either brought with them from England or purchased from elsewhere such as Australia or the United States. As such, the Kenyan economy didn't thrive as much as it should have. It all boils down to greed and money, wanting what another man has. Sometimes that greed and jealousy extends to those other man's 'possessions' as well. Most of the Brits who moved to Happy Valley tended to be older, wealthier and not have the gaggle of little c***dren with them that the younger couples had. Because of that, they were more into the sophisticated things such as throwing elaborate dinner parties and ballroom dancing. After dinner at the Lake Naivasha Country Club, the men would sit in the clubs den with a****l trophies lining the walls and smoke their cigars and drink expensive brandy while playing snooker. The ladies, dressed in their finest clothes, gloves and fancy hats, would chit chat in the saloon until the after-dinner dancing began. It wasn't much different from when they were in stodgy ole England except here they were safe from the terrors of war. Or were they? This was twenty to twenty-five years before the infamous 'Peyton Place' in the United States but The Happy Valley Set, as they were called, had their own special kind of Peyton Place with all of its own adultery, jealousy and wickedness. While many of the Brits were still very loyal subjects and attended the Church of England services on Sunday mornings, Saturday nights were a completely different story of excess and decadence. Saturday morning was the usual round of golf or even polo at Lake Naivasha Country Club which was located in a spectacular setting. Saturday evenings started the beginning of not only the night's darkness but also its decadence. ******* Some of the products that the British actually liked to buy in Nairobi were the locally made ivory trinkets that are now banned. But a little known item which was very popular with the English gentlewoman back then were the items made from the now extinct black ivory obtained from the tusks of ebony African black bull elephants. This ebony ivory was made into phallic symbols said to be patterned after the huge black African cocks of the Mandingo or Massai warriors. These ancient dildos were reputed to have aphrodisiac properties so the Englishmen could use them on their own wives to make them aroused as proper Englishwomen weren't known at that time for their sexual liberation. It was also rumored from an old African legend that in attaining her passion, these dildos would turn into either the giant cock of the proud African warrior or the trunk of the rutting African bull elephant that was so long, thick and had those exciting ridges along the thick skin of the snout. These had the same powers as French ticklers. Oh, those naughty, naughty French. One difference between the two dildos was the one single 'eye' on the African cock or the twin holes for the nostrils from the African black bull elephant. Either way, it was said that the use of these dildos turned the normally dispassionate timid English wife into a raging wildcat in bed. It was also reported that a readily-available potent aphrodisiac was made in the region that was sure to turn any dowdy housewife into a raging nymphomaniac. ******* Douglas and Greta Stanford where invited to live in Happy Valley by their sponsors, Sir Jock Delves Broughton and his lovely wife, Lady Diana Broughton. Sir Jock, as he was called, was one of the senior British Colonial officials. He was in his sixties while his lovely 'trophy' wife was just barely thirty-five. Did they have trophy wives in the nineteen forties? The wealthy men surely did. If the King of England had known what was happening in Happy Valley, he would have looked upon her upper- class British subjects with disdain and embarrassment. Fortunately, either he never found out or he turned a deaf ear to the reports of extreme decadence and heavy d**g use in Happy Valley. Douglas Stanford was a barrister and Greta had never really needed to work in England, though she had qualified as a teacher and worked part-time in a private girls school for a short while when in London. Because of the few English c***dren in Happy Valley, Greta was complacent as well as content to just be the bored housewife. She had all the comforts of home except BBC radio. But alas, she had to make do. Their African cook's name was Thika Njorowa and her husband, Gorge, was also the gardener. 'Thika' was an appropriate name for the cook in that she cooked very well and was thick in the waist from eating her own excellent cooking. Thika and Gorge lived together in one of the small huts behind the Stanford place along with their young, pretty f******n year old daughter, Seremai, who also worked as the house servant. Their chauffeur, Joseph Maaisai, lived by himself in the Stanford's old carriage house. It no longer housed a 'carriage' or a horse and buggy for that matter but instead was the garage for an old Jaguar that was in constant state of disrepair. Fortunately, Joseph was pretty good at fixing up the Jag when it broke every so often and was able to get one of the local mechanics in Nairobi to come out to the Stanford mansion from time to time to do the more intricate repairs. As was the custom, the chauffeur was armed not only with a pistol but also with a high-powered rifle for protection of the f****y from any wild a****ls. Joseph also carried a 'kibokos,' which is a rhino hide whip, and a 'pangas,' a type of machete. There were many pangas available to most of the Kenyan men as it was a common agricultural tool but it was also very lethal in battle. Joseph served as the Stanford's security. His last name was a nickname given to him by his enemies. 'Maaisai' in the Kenyan language means, 'rough,' and his terrifying demeanor could certainly be that. One didn't want to be on the bad side of this bad boy. ******* Due to the hot African weather, Greta had succumbed to not wearing the hot and constricting brassiere that she would have normally worn in England. Because of this, many men were attracted to her full, untethered white breasts. Her husband noticed that many of the African men also enjoyed staring at his lovely blonde wife. She must have looked like an unattainable goddess to the black men. It gave Douglas an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach and even made his own dick hard when thinking about his lovely blonde wife with those local boys. ******* There was a beautiful little pond on the Stanford property. Greta liked to swim and she would slip off her proper clothing in the heat of the afternoon sun and go for a nude swim under the watchful eye of their guard, Joseph Maaisai. He knew that there were many wild things in Kenya that would take away the lovely mistress of the house and do ungodly things. Some of these creatures were even two-legged. Joseph enjoyed these times watching the pretty blonde wife. It was as if she were intentionally teasing him with her nakedness. He would lean against one of the nearby trees while smoking a cigarette with his fully- loaded rifle securely tucked in his strong arms. The African chauffeur and security guard pretended that he didn't see her smooth pale skin but he did. He could also see her full, ripe, milky-white breasts and the darker shade of blonde pussy hair between her long legs. She had a body made for sex. Joseph knew that Mrs. Stanford was a natural blonde without even knowing that some women colored their hair. It made him hard with lust for the beautiful, blonde wife. ******* One evening after dinner, Greta went for a stroll on the mansion's spacious yard. She heard some strange, unnatural grunting sounds coming from the carriage house and thought that Joseph might be ill. She went to investigate. By the light of a candle, Greta could see through the open bedroom window. There on the bed, Joseph was plowing into some helpless young black girl. Greta was amazed at the huge black weapon that Joseph wielded between his powerful legs as he thrust into the a very young, certainly p*****n girl's plundered maidenhood. An African bull elephant couldn't have been more proud of the size equipment that was sported by the black chauffeur. She then had to gasp in horror when she saw the girl's eyes in the throes of passion and recognized that it was Seremai, the cook's pretty young daughter, underneath the rutting African chauffeur. Greta's gasping noise made Joseph and Seremai turn their heads towards the gasp that Greta had just made. Seremai smiled at her white mistress as Joseph just grinned at Greta. The spying white mistress ducked her head quickly away from the window but she couldn't tear herself away from coming back to continue viewing the highly erotic sight. Her own panties became damp while watching the African chauffeur make Seremai into a woman. Seremai was made a woman many times over that night. Greta wondered what that enormous black manhood would feel like inside her own pussy. Her own husband was away on business way to often. ******* It was after one of the Saturday morning golf outings at the Lake Naivasha Country Club that Sir Jock informed Douglas about the legendary black ivory dildo that his own Lady Diana loved so dearly. "Here," Jock Broughton said to Douglas. "I have a couple extra of these things, ole chap. Maybe your lovely wife might like to use one?" Douglas was handed one of the huge black dildos. He could only blush at what Sir Jock was proposing. Sir Jock just laughed as he liked to see others embarrassed. "Surely, these things aren't this big in real life, are they?" he asked. "My boy, that's one thing these African chappies have going for 'em and that's big black cocks. Women love 'em that big and black. I've seen 'em up close and personal," he boasted. "Not that I'm a nancy, mind you but I can't service my lovely Lady Diana like I used to. You know what I mean, old chap? I use this big boy on her to get her all worked up. Sometimes, I even let the real thing work its black magic on her. One of those big buck local boys can really make her scream." It made Douglas hard thinking about an African's big, black manhood rutting between Lady Diana's willingly spread legs. ******* Greta looked beautiful that Saturday night as always. She was the 'Belle of the Ball' and Douglas was so proud that she was his pretty wife. The other husbands took their designated turn dancing with his charming wife, but of course, she went home with him. There was rumored to be another wild party over at the Broughton's later that night but Douglas had only one thing on his mind and that was to get his lovely blonde wife into his own bed. While Greta was getting ready for bed, she took her husband's breath away when her evening gown slipped off her bare shoulders. Not only had she not worn a bra that evening but she also hadn't worn any panties either. They quickly slipped into bed together. Greta was definitely in the mood for lovemaking as her husband had slipped some of the aphrodisiac into her wine earlier that evening. Her warm, naked body felt good next to his. They kissed passionately. His hand went down to between her spreading thighs. She was already wet for him. "Darling," he said to his wife. "I have a surprise for you tonight." "Oh, Douglas," she breathed. "What is it?" Her husband reached under his pillow for the dildo. By the light of the bedside candle, Greta could see the massive black dildo. When she first saw it, she thought of Joseph, their big-cocked African chauffeur and the other night when he made eleven year old young Seremai into a woman. Greta gasped as her husband touched the giant black phallic symbol to her throbbing, erect clitoris. She imagined it was Joseph taking her for the first of many times. Her thighs opened to allow easier access to her own wanton womanhood. Greta orgasmed as her husband thrust the giant cock-like dildo deep inside her lust- slickened pussy. Douglas knew that his wife was tight. Even though he was no match for the size of this black bull elephant-sized cock, his lovely wife was tight for even him. He could only imagine what a real-life African cock would feel like thrusting into his sweet wife's near virginal pussy. They made love twice that night which was a record for them. Usually, he could only perform once a night. Douglas didn't know it but because of the powerful aphrodisiac, his wife was ready for more. He was spent as he tenderly held his loving wife in his arms. "Have you ever thought about taking an African lover, especially when I'm away for extended periods of time?" Her husband's question caught her off guard. "Why, no Dear," she lied. "I love only you." "That's good," he replied and fell fast asl**p. ******* Greta was still aroused from the giant black dildo, the previous lovemaking with her husband, and the remaining effects of the powerful aphrodisiac. She slipped out of bed, put on a sheer robe and padded barefoot to the bathroom. After she finished, she slipped on a pair of fluffy slippers and headed out the back door to the carriage house. Her mind told her not to but the lusting in her heart and in her loins told her to do so. Her mind was out-voted, two to one. Joseph had been recently looking at the beautiful Mrs. Stanford with renewed interest lately especially after knowing that she had stayed to watch his sterling performance with Seremai. The young African girl was delightful to fuck but the black chauffeur lusted after only one woman; the beautiful, blonde Mrs. Greta Stanfordn a proper woman, not a c***d like Seremai. Just that evening when he held the car door open for her, Joseph could see the swell of her full twin orbs peeking at him from over the top of her dress. The side-slit on her elegant evening gown was scandalously up to her mid-thigh. When she had sliped into the car, he got a very good glimpse of her shapely bare legs hidden normally beneath her dress. His large cock became rock hard in an instant. Mrs. Stanford made him harder and harder these days as he was always thinking about the beautiful blonde wife. When they were leaving the party, he already knew that she had been given the powerful aphrodisiac by her own husband because he had requested the potent d**g from his trusted chauffeur and bodyguard earlier that same day. Little did the gullible Mr. Sanford know that the effect would last as long as it did, especially in the dose that she had been given. Joseph was feigning sl**p when the beautiful Mrs. Greta Sanford entered his tiny bedroom. He had thoughtfully left a candle lit to make it easier for her to commit adultery with him tonight. The proud African chauffeur and bodyguard didn't hear her but smelled her enter his room. Not only could his keen sense of smell pick up the scent of her expensive perfume but he could also smell the heady aroma of the recent sex wafting from between her legs. The candle was now behind her. Through his partially closed eyes, the candle lit up her pale smooth skin through her sheer nightgown. She looked like an angel in the night. She would be his angel tonight! Joseph got up out of bed and was quickly at the blonde beauty's side before she had a chance to reconsider. He took the lovely wife in his strong black arms and they passionately kissed like Greta had never been kissed before. She melted in his powerful embrace as if it were black magic. The black bodyguard slipped the sheer robe off of her smooth white shoulders. The beautiful Mrs. Stanford was now wearing only her pearl necklace, earrings and matching bracelet and was standing completely naked in front of the highly aroused, proud African warrior. He was about to collect some of his just reward. Joseph slept in the nude so he was already naked. His huge manhood was swollen and throbbing between his powerful thighs. His black hands went to her bare shoulders and pushed her down in front of him. At first, Greta didn't know what he wanted but when his giant cock was at her eye-level she inherently knew to open her ruby red lips and take him inside her sweet mouth. Her own husband, Douglas, had wanted her to do this for him on several occasions but she had always refused him. Now she was sucking on a giant black cock like the white whores did in the slums of London. At first, the smell of his manhood rocked her senses but then she began to suck his big black cock in earnest. Greta lovingly cradled his huge, swollen, potent sperm-filled balls as she lavished his thick black cock with her tongue. Her tongue swirled around the huge, plump head and she nibbled at the throbbing vein running up his cock. After a while, Joseph pulled the blonde beauty to her feet as he didn't want to waste his dark seed needlessly. He placed the lovely blonde wife on the edge of his bed and spread her legs apart. His head went between her thighs to her excited loins as she had an orgasm. Joseph sucked all of her husband's worthless, white puny sperm out of her aroused pussy. Greta was still breathless when her new African lover crawled up between her womanly charms. Joseph feasted on her wonderful tits like a newborn piglet feasted on the mother sow. The African moved upwards and Greta offered her slim neck to his delight and ravishment. She would have many love marks to show for her passionate night of lovemaking. Maybe her husband might think that he made those marks himself on his beautiful, loving wife. Nahhh, the cuckolded husband would know that some other man had enjoyed his wife's womanly charms! It was fortunate that her husband had used the dildo on his wife that night as it would have been much, much harder for Joseph's huge African cock to enter her previously unstretched vagina. Greta was breathing very hard now and her heart was racing. She had never before been unfaithful to her loving husband. Now, here she was about to commit one of the sins of the Ten Commandments with a lusting African, no less. "Please, please fuck me," she breathed into the black chauffeur's ear. "How badly do you want it?" he asked. "Please, Joseph. Please don't make me beg for it," she was desperate for his big black cock. That was the first time that she had ever used his first name. Joseph smiled at his latest conquest. "Then put it in for me, Honey, and I'll guide you to the Stairway to Heaven." Greta reached between her wide spread thighs and grasped the throbbing black monster of proud African bl**d, muscle and sperm. The flickering candlelight made it look like Satan's thick Negro cock was poised to take her very soul. It did, and then some. The beautiful blonde wife arched her back and let out a banshee-like scream as Joseph's black cock tore into her unprotected womb. He was buried completely to the hilt in her tight womanly sheath. Fortunately, her feminine juices had kicked in for Greta to make taking this huge black member a little easier and provided the taboo dark pleasure that she so craved. His proud African cock seemed much larger than when she saw Joseph making a woman out of Seremai. Greta struggled to take all of him but take him she did. Joseph pounded into the beautiful blonde wife with all of the pent up emotions of a frustrated black man in a white man's world. This was just retribution for all those many years that his people were enslaved and chained up as slave laborers while being treated worse than a****ls. The proud African warrior pounded into her aristocratic English cunt like she had never been fucked before. Her legs came up around his thrusting muscular black hips and her slim ankles locked behind the small of his powerful back urging him to greater heights as well as deeper depths. His middle finger was slickened with some of her own passionate love juices before finding its way to her tiny nether region. Greta gasped and squealed an orgasm as his finger wormed its way into the deepest, darkest recesses of her libido. The powerful African's tongue was in her sweet mouth, his thick black cock was buried deeply into her stretched pussy and his finger was snaking its way deeper into her bowels. She felt so wicked. The mighty African warrior would introduce this beautiful little lamb to the pleasures of anal sex a little later that night. Her screams of agony and passion could almost wake the dead. Greta would never forget this night! ******* Douglas awoke the next morning, fresh from a wonderful night of sl**p and lovemaking with his own beautiful wife. Between the aphrodisiac and the new African dildo, Greta had been a real tiger in bed last night. He looked over at the wet spot that his own sperm had made on the sheets as it leaked out of his wife's tight little pussy and wondered where she was. Douglas went on to the bathroom and figured that his wife must be in the kitchen making his coffee before church. A little later, Douglas strolled into the kitchen and the wonderful smell of brewing coffee. Kenyan coffee had a great aroma and an even better taste. It was the dark roast kind that he and Greta really liked. He would soon find out that his wife really, really liked the 'dark' roast even more than he did. Thika, their cook, not his wife, had ground and brewed the coffee that he smelled. "Have you seen Mrs. Stanford," he quizzically asked the cook. "No, Sah," she replied. "Maybe she went for an early mornin' walk," the cook said in half-English, half- Swahili. After coffee and a delicious full English breakfast, Douglas returned to his bedroom to dress for church thinking that his wife would show up at any minute now and quickly get ready to go to church with him. Douglas was more than just a little annoyed at his wife. She wasn't here and neither was his car. Joseph knew to have the car ready to go at precisely ten- thirty for the thirty minute drive to the church. Douglas strolled over to the carriage house in back and saw that the Jaguar was still there in the shed. "That's strange," he thought to himself. Joseph was seldom late. Douglas ought to have him whipped for this untimely indiscretion. Now they would certainly be late for church. Douglas heard some noises coming from around the corner. He stepped closer to the little hut's bedroom window. The sounds were those distinctive to lovemaking. Douglas laughed. "The ole boy must have caught himself some pretty good pussy last night," he said to himself as he peered into the open window. He saw Joseph really putting it to an energetic white woman who was clearly fucking him back. It still amazed Douglas how large these African cocks could be. The shape of the white woman beneath the thrusting African looked strangely familiar. A sense of realization flooded over him. "Surely not," he hoped against hope. "That's not my Greta beneath that rutting black bastard, is it?" Out loud, he wailed, "Oh my Gawwwd. It is!" Joseph turned at the sound of his white master's voice but continued to fuck into the hungry pussy of his white mistress. With those sparkling white teeth of his, he grinned at his white boss. The white man's wife was too far gone with lust to be able to recognize anyone or anything. She just had to have that unfulfilled itch of lust between her legs scratched with Joseph's huge black prick. Douglas watched in horror as his beautiful blonde wife was being taken by the big-cocked African. He then realized that Greta wasn't being ****d by this black African b**st; she was a more than willing participant. He had noticed earlier that the white woman was eagerly fucking the well-hung African. Greta was craving his big, black cock! It didn't surprise him when his own dick got hard in his trousers as he watched this highly erotic coupling of black with white. He had imagined his wife with Joseph on numerous occasions. Now it was really happening and the image of wicked interracial sex was burned into his mind and forever etched in his brain. Douglas even slipped his hand in his pants to relieve himself of the pressure from his own inflated dick. Needless to say, Douglas skipped church that day as his wife was already worshipping the 'God of the big African Cock.' That was the beginning of the end for the Happy Valley Set. ******* It was later that afternoon, when a dazed Greta came stumbling into the house from that den of inequity called the carriage house. Her sheer robe was hanging open exposing her mess of her pussy and her bruised tits. Joseph's thick semen was running in gobs down her bare thigh. It looked like his timid wife had been fucked by thirty lusting sailors who had been at sea for the last six months. Even as it was, Greta still looked beautiful to him. She was still wearing the expensive triple-strand pearl necklace he had given her on their tenth wedding anniversary. Douglas scooped up his spent and tired wife into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He ran a hot, soapy bath for her in the tub as he lovingly cleansed her sullied body. She was still sensitized from her all-night African lovemaking episode and she orgasmed when Douglas gently rubbed the sponge between her still-aroused thighs. ******* When Douglas went on one of his next business trips, it was now customary for Joseph to move into the house to protect Greta. In the evenings after the cook and servant had gone on to bed, the African guardian did more than just guard the beautiful, blonde wife. Greta could hardly walk the next day but she was getting more use to Joseph's huge size. Now, whenever Douglas and Greta met the Happy Valley Set at Lake Naivasha Country Club for dinner and a night of dancing, Douglas wondered how many of the other aristocratic English wives had taken black lovers on the side. It was Greta who even helped initiate some of the prettier 'uninitiated' aristocratic white wives get initiated. At first Lady Diana had cuckolded her elderly husband with many of the other good-looking Englishmen. She had even seduced Douglas but that wasn't too hard to do. He had been a pretty good fuck. There was a lot of wife swapping and d**gs going in within the Happy Valley Set. Alice de Janze was an attractive American woman married to an Englishman when they moved to Happy Valley. Along with Greta and Lady Diana, she was also one of the 'darlings' of the Happy Valley Set as Alice had probably fucked all of the men would could manage to get his thing up. Remember, now, this was before the dawning age of the little blue pill called, 'Viagra.' There were a lot of love triangles involved with the Happy Valley set and a tremendous amount of jealousy existed amongst themselves. There were even a number of secret parties where several of the well-endowed African studs came to 'service' the wives while the husbands watched and jerked off. Douglas and Greta had even participated in a number of those parties. There were plenty of d**gs and aphrodisiac to go around. One too many jealousies must have occurred as the dashing Josslyn Hay, the late twenty-second Earl of Erroll, was found murdered one day. It was suspected that Sir Jock Delves Broughton had gotten tired of the Earl of Erroll taking Lady Diana for granted as his bed partner. There was a lot of confusion surrounding the police investigation but it was determined that Sir Jock's pistol had been used in the murder of the famously now not so lucky Earl. It was the jealous husband theory but in effect, everyone knew that Lady Diana was trying her damnest to keep up with Alice de Janze and the number of different men that she bedded. Both Lady Diana and Alice de Janze had many African lovers as well and it was rumored that one of the local African chieftains didn't like the pompous twenty-second Earl of Erroll interfering with his bedding of Lady Diana and Alice de Janze. It was also rumored that the highly jealous and possessive African Chieftain, Waruhui Itote, shot the bastard Earl with Sir Jock's stolen pistol. Fortunately, Sir Jock was acquitted of the Earl's murder and the African chieftain continued to get his fill of lovely white aristocratic ladies to include, on occasion, the ever so lovely Mrs. Greta Stanford.