Out Of Afrika, Chapter 12

Out Of Afrika, Chapter 12Out of AfrikaA fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B******Chapter 12Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense for Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two story house and they would be honored if he would bless them with his presence. Simone was delighted when he had accepted the proposal as she had many reasons of her own that having him close by would satisfy. What she didn't realise was that idea wasn't her's, but that the suggestion had been implanted in her mind by her Rhino mobile some days before she asked him.He settled in to his new residence without drama and it took but a few days for a new routine to be established within the White?s household. It was agreed ? albeit there had been no discussion ? that he would occupy the master bedroom and share the marital bed with Simone. There had been no need to consult with Ian as the arrangement had been similarly implanted in his brain by his phone and therefore he made no comment when Simone informed him about their new sleeping arrangements. He understood that from now on he would be sleeping in the adjacent guest bedroom and that he would only be invited back to his old bedroom whenever Oskar was travelling away from Hawksville on his frequent business trips. Indeed, her invite to rejoin her was largely a hollow one because Simone had been accompanying Oskar on many of his trips as his ?admin support? and that seemed to be working out very well and setting the trend for the foreseeable future Ian?s acceptance of these new rules was just another example of how conditioned and compliant he had become over the past year or so since Rhino had cemented its presence in Hawksville and, at a personal level, into every aspect of the family?s lives. No facet of their lives seemed to have been left untouched by the conditioning process and in his conditioned frame of mind he was quite happy to go along with anything and everything his wife told him to do. In fact, he?d grown to love her more forceful nature when it came to what the family did.It was the end of Oskar?s first week under this new regime and he was very content how things were working out. The ?grand plan? was coming together very well and he reflected that Hawksville had now reached the point of being a near perfect model for the society that was envisaged for the future. Blacks were becoming more widely viewed by the town?s white population as being superior in every way. The white population, but especially the town?s female population unquestionably regarded them as being their betters; women of all colors craved Black cock and dismissed any other sort as being inferior; Employment and prosperity was on the rise; crime was down to unknown levels; everyone who lived in the greater Hawksville area was happy and content and it was all due to Rhino. ?What?s not to like?? he thought.Simone had long ago reached the point of being totally under the ?Rhino Influence? and it was no surprise when after they had eaten their evening meal that she invited Oskar to join her in bed. If Ian had heard her make the suggestion he hadn?t reacted because he was totally focused on his own plans for the evening. Ian had already served them the dinner he had spent some time preparing and was satisfied that he had served them well. He told them both that he would deal with the dirty dishes later, after he had returned from his night out. Making sure that their drinks were topped up he made his apologies but he said that he really did need to get away to visit his friend Herb and he didn?t want to miss the start of the College Basketball game that was being televised.Simone smiled to herself as she watched her husband scuttling around knowing full well why he was so keen to get away. ?Friday Night, also known as the night Ian and Herb got to play their little games and jerk each other off,? she thought. Still, she didn?t begrudge him his fun for he had earned a little time off what with all the running around and chores she made him do. Anyway, she certainly didn?t need the distraction of him being around the house when she had ideas of fun of her own and so she was glad to see him go. The front door had no sooner clicked shut before she took Oskar?s hand and led him up the stairs to their bedroom.******Chloe had never felt such excitement. After years of training, patience and practice she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a properly accredited Cheerleader with a prestigious troupe and here she was going on her first event to the quarter-finals of the State College Basketball Cup to ?strut her stuff?. The game was between Hawksville High and another school from upstate (she couldn?t remember their name) and ?The Rhinos?. The team was sponsored by Hawksville?s major employer and with their support had made it through to this stage without too much trouble having brushed aside lesser opposition on the way. Their previous games had been well attended with a significant proportion of the spectators being women and girls who just could not get enough of seeing these muscular, tall black boys who seemed to glide effortlessly through any white opposition to dunk basket after basket. (Many of the female audience would later confess to their TVs that they became so wet just thinking about what was hidden beneath those silky shorts; the confession came as they blatantly masturbated in front of the unblinking eye of the TV?s camera while they were lost in the fantasy of being fucked by these young men.)A privilege that was granted to a few of the girls was to travel with the team on the bus to the game. This time they were playing in the state capitol and Chloe was one of those who had been selected and given the honour to ride along with three other new recruits to the troupe. The remainder of the Cheerleader troupe had to make their own arrangements and it was usually parents who provided. The selection of both the team and the girls riding the bus had been made by the team coach, Coach Spenser, a large black man with whom nobody messed around and whose word was law. What he said goes, and heaven help anyone who questioned his judgment and decisions. In the matter of choosing girls it was to him a simple equation; they had to be white, pretty and compliant. Nobody queried his choice.The stadium was packed and the yells and cheers of the spectators was deafening both during the plays (mainly women shouting) and during the time-outs when the Cheerleaders came out on to the court to go through their intricate routines. It was mainly men doing the yelling during these times (and why wouldn?t they when presented with such a delightful display.) The Cheerleaders uniform was a short skirt and a halter top both black with golden trim. Under the skirt was worn a pair of golden tight, figure hugging panties and to finish off the ensemble a pair of golden knee-high boots. They held and waved the obligatory Pom Poms in their hands and the spectacle as they cavorted, kicked, jumped and tumbled was mesmerizing. The skirt hid nothing; the panties were tight enough to create a camel toe as the gusset pressed against the young pussy beneath; the halter top had a deep cleavage that nicely exposed the bouncing breasts and the boots emphasized the long legs to best advantage. The TV cameras just didn?t know on what feature to focus!*******Back in Herb?s basement Ian was in his own kind of heaven. He and Herb had done the weekly ritual of shower and shave. Herb had paid particular attention to Ian?s cock and balls as he was concerned that any stray hairs that might have been missed would be seized upon by Simone as evidence that they were just wasting time and not doing as they had been told. Ian really appreciated his friend?s concern and was quite content to allow him to take as long as he needed for the feeling of Herb?s soapy hands caressing, squeezing and smoothing as he carefully applied the razor was bliss indeed. His cock had remained in a high state of erection throughout and there had been a couple of occasions when he had to bat Herb?s hands away as he felt the rising of a premature ejaculation. He apologized to his dutiful friend that he really needed to keep himself close to the edge for when they sat down in front of the TV. Herb understood and would back off.It was at a time-out just before the second quarter that Ian realized that one of the girls he had been lusting after was his own daughter. Either he hadn?t been paying too much attention to faces or perhaps the cameras hadn?t closed in on her previously but, Yep, there was no doubt, it was Chloe. He didn?t falter in stro