Eflo closed her eyes. She had reached a powerful orgasm, though, and had to savor it for a moment. Once she had seen a native boy blown into the air by the wires that connect the white men's houses with the fenced in metal houses by the river. 'High Voltage' it said to those who could read English. She felt now as though she had touched those wires and was soaring back down to earth, perhaps to the rough waters of the river. She had been aroused for some days now, and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a tropical storm.
In no time, Happy's great hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off. She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvet-like softness of a cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soapsuds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth, as soft as it was, accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now. Any touch there was painful for the moment, even that of the Head of State, she thought wearily. On the edge of her mind she was aware of how much like his old self he seemed, the old Happy, before he was concerned with countries and titles and the white man's way of life! Then the hissing hot water was turned off.
God, now he was actually toweling her dry, treating her as if she were the infant they would have had if he had not become so engrossed in making a country. But the roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body. It felt, she realized, very sensual. It was warm, comfortable and readying her to satisfy him, she understood, for he still had his mammoth erection. She stood on tiptoe to help when he rubbed the towel between the cheeks of her shiny black ass. She wondered how he wanted to reach his orgasm.
Finally the big man, wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Silently, he picked up Eflo as though to show her he still could and carried her out of the shower and out of the neatly tiled bathroom and to the great bed where the counterpane was all turned down. He was much too worn out to carry her as effortlessly as he once did, but it still made her feel some of the childish exuberance and joy of the old relationship when at least some of their time was carefree. She put her cheek against his strong black chest, closed her eyes, and gave herself to the sensation of his erect cock rubbing across her ass with each step he took.
As carefully as he could, he put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. He could not help remembering how he used to drop her on a grass mat on the dirt floor, but all of that was behind them now, behind her as well as himself. For even though he might have to marry a younger woman, he would never abandon Eflo. It would be impossible to do that. She still had her eyes closed, and her lovely full dark tits rose and fell like the surge of quicksand up river with each breath. It was incredible, he thought, that he had been able to take the Whitelaw Estates, with which to start his country, for all he had to do was make this beginning and the followers came. Now he could love Eflo on the kind of bed she deserved!
On the bed, Eflo's brown eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the revolutionary. It was something she felt for no other man and never had. Those broad shoulders, she thought, that still strong, handsome face, those muscles that he kept firm and powerful, and that… that beautiful prick that she hadn't seen in so long! How she wanted it!
They had always made love with each other in a more or less traditional fashion, but today she herself wanting to kiss his marvelous cock, pay homage to it instead of to him! How strange, she mused. Never before had she desired the taste of his prick, and she could not imagine why she was having this sudden urge, but it brought her the new problem of whether she should act on it or not. Would it please him? She had heard that men liked such things very much. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her slender feet and her shoulders to scoot over so that the prick was directly above her pouting mouth. It hung above her somewhat frighteningly, like the sword of doom. She was amazed at how bold she had suddenly become, and her words sounded as though they belonged to some other woman, not her.
Pulling her lips in a semi-smile off of her strong white teeth, she hissed, 'Captain, I want to kiss your prick!'
The rumbling laugh of the Head of State thundered out. Well, his little Eflo was full of surprises today. It was as though she knew something different was going to happen. He hoped the omen was good! 'I would love to have you kiss my cock,' he told her.
Eflo suddenly giggled. There were times like this when the new formality that existed between them seemed terribly funny even though she couldn't forget that at times it was frightening. He claimed equality with all his men in his new country, but everyone knew he was the one with the power, including himself. She stopped chuckling when the big black sword of doom dipped toward her lips. He was still her Happy, though. She reached up and caressed the hard cock, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her brown eyes feasted hungrily upon it. She was beginning to understand many things as she grew older, the most startling of which was that men were not as simple as she had always thought. As she touched his lust-bloated cock with tenderness, she recalled how once she had supposed every man felt his cock to be the seed and cause of life itself. A woman who governed a man's cock, governed everything… she once thought. Eflo could feel her own eyes burn and become hazy from the fires that were being kindled within her by the huge black throbbing God's head above her, already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
How strange to find herself licking her lips in anticipation, but she was! She cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were bringing flowers to the altar of the Gods. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Happy quivered like a powerful wild stallion at bay. Then her pink tongue lashed wetly out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the lust-swollen cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the hard cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of the sweet soap, of his love secretions, and of the taste of her own cunt. Feeling as though at last she were somehow completing a circle of life itself, she took his rocky cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her velvet cheeks.
Captain Happy's black hands dropped to Eflo's short hair and pulled her even closer to him. He almost had time to recall how her hair had been long and flowing in the old days, but she began running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly.
'Suck it,' he panted, 'Eflo, suck it!' He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later he was straddling her tits and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.
Eflo cupped his asscheeks in the palms of her hands. Ah yes, she liked him in this position. It gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrant wonderful prick. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.
The head of the Whitelaw Estates slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless cunt, slid along the trunk. Praise to the spirits of life, he thought in wonderment, nothing had ever felt this good before although it was not the first time it had ever been done to him. He could tell that she was obviously inexperienced in this type of thing as she had better be, but the heat of her mouth and the way she used her long tongue was absolutely fantastic.
Yes, he had been having his blow jobs from women. After all, he was now a Head of State, and he knew women who were masters of the technique. He cared not at all where they had learned the art or what man had taught them. Eflo was different. He wanted her with no other man. At least he felt that way so far.
Captain Happy knew that he was going to cum soon. Already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her mouth just as though he were fucking her hot, clasping cunt. Her firm lips were tightly stretched around the blood-infused, veined shaft which fucked into her. It was so tight around the lust-bloated cock that the flesh of her inner mouth was pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater each time he made a withdrawal.
The ecstatic Eflo, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his muttering, 'You better stop, or I'm going to cum!' She merely sucked harder. What was happening to her? She wanted to taste his sperm. She wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth. Yet… what would her beloved Happy think of her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, the big man seemed at least ten feet tall, staring down at her as though his head were up there among the fine white moldings of the fancy ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to ask him.
'Do you want to… want to cum in my mouth?' she whispered.
