Happy knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts, but he was feeling more relieved anyway. It was not physical relief he had needed. That was a minor thing and easily taken care of. He had felt the guilt of neglecting her, and now the guilt was easing, and he became more aware of how his own balls had begun to throb painfully and how suppressed excitement had swollen his blood-engorged prick until his urethral hole was large enough to take a bullet!
'I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!' she screamed for the second time in less than thirty seconds, and her lush black body jerked and twisted on the white sheets as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrollable night spirit, who needed to gut her out like it sometimes gutted out a tree in order to live there! Eflo's beautiful face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared darkly like an untamed wildly bucking horse from the veldt.
Ah, it's time, the wearing Captain Happy thought, and he fucked his long black cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm dark slippery hole beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the hard shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Eflo's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her black tits felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her cunt and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off their charges at once. They were wiggling up deeper, ever deeper into the dark depths of her tumultuous river. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on the baobab tree, that she had reached the top branch hanging over the rough river, and that now there was the dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew her Happy was suddenly fucking her like a madman as he sought to join her dive.
'Oooohhh, cum with me, Happy, cum!' she pleaded. 'Cum with meeeee! Inside of meeee!' She wanted him to make the dive with her. She was giving herself completely to him even more than she ever had before. Why did she give him this gift that she often thought he didn't even want? She could have given herself to any man in the village, one who would have given her children! 'Pleeeeeaaasssseee cummmmm, Happy!'
And the captain, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her shiny black ass and cupped them tightly, pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleadingly thirsty cunt. He fucked into her-with all his strength, wanting to give her everything he had, at least for now. He could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge black authoritative cudgel into the willing hole that sucked at him down between her legs. A cry startled him. At first it sounded like the low moan of the sea wind in a cave he had visited once on a high bluff overlooking the ocean.
The sound grew in intensity until it was the shriek of a typhoon leveling the land in the season of the rains. And then it was the cry of the hawk swooping down in the brown mist of morning to quickly capture its unwary breakfast before the succulent meal could scamper into the safety of its hole.
'Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!' Eflo screamed, her smoky brown eyes staring unseeing at things beyond both of them. Her ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side on the silky white sheets, screwing her electrified cunt up and down crazily on her old lover's black fucking rod.
It was Eflo's final climax, her wildly thrashing body that triggered the captain's own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Happy increased the intensity of his strokes so that his big black scrotum swung like a great baboon against the trembling walls of her asscheeks as though they were unimportant, immaterial clouds. But then he was there. The new intensity of his orgasm frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her arms had him in a death-like grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth: 'I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!'
Her words were almost incomprehensible when she chanted just the way the old women did around the fire, 'Cum in me… cum in me!' It sounded just like their chanting invitation to the sun spirits to invade and warm their cold, old bones! Happy heard the whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of his own ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot explosion of his love erupted like the dynamite in the mine deep down inside the pulsating depths of her devouring womb.
For several minutes his cock continued to spurt and throb until gradually it stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to normal position, and the cuntal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish from the big river. The thought of going fishing again began to haunt him. What if he could never go fishing again? Life was so short. Maybe it would be even shorter, but he must not think those things!
He opened his eyes and looked down at Eflo. She appeared to be all of twenty-five again, ten years younger than he knew she was. A soft, wondering smile was etched on her lips. He had made it all up to her. He could see that. She looked happy and fulfilled. He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful dark tits with their soft ebony nipples at repose. She was asleep, so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated prick. She was sleeping as he needed to but doubted that he would again as his cock came out of her with a soft hissing sound. Then with the stopper removed, a torrent of white, expended sperm began to trickle and then flow like the river out of her open cunt!
Captain Happy pulled the counterpane over her perspiration streaked body. Then nude, he walked toward the bay window that overlooked the narrow dirt road weaving among the hills of his 'country' and picked up his binoculars. There was little need for them in this case because any vehicle raised the dust and could be seen for miles. There was not a puff anywhere, so what should he look at? Nevertheless, he anxiously scanned the land because what else could he do? He knew he couldn't sleep!
CHAPTER TWO
The Head of State did not sleep in his bedroom, to be sure. His mind still dazed with weariness, he carefully chose some clean underwear from his drawer and clean fatigued from his closet and slowly dressed. One thing he might do, he thought to himself as he pulled on his socks, was ride around the estates again. It never hurt to keep constant check on how the gardens were being managed. What he usually did at such inspections was hop out of his jeep and help the men for a while so they-would know that he had time for them as well as for everything else. Still, the very thought of exerting himself, of even driving, was more than he could bear. Staring at the heavy boots he ought to put on next, he decided to carry them to his office. Should anyone ask, he would explain that he had calluses on his feet because he had marched twice as far as usual that day.
Yes, he agreed with himself, that is exactly what he would say if anyone dared ask! In fact, he would send someone for the boots because he didn't even want to carry them. He would look as though he had forgotten them because he was in such a hurry over something important and then send his secretary for them. In accordance with his plan, Captain Happy strode out of his bedroom in his stocking feet, down the plushly carpeted hallway to the stairs, and down then in a rush as though what was on his mind was too important to be diverted by either questions or shoes.
Opening the door of the office, he saw that the secretary was not there and then remembered that he had sent him as driver for the jeep that was to bring the hostages back. Well, he was glad he had decided to take an ambassador and his wife. He would need no shoes for them. They were not the brightest sort. Their titles and their lack of brains made them ideal prisoners for this sort of thing! So he fussed to himself as he repeated the movements he had made in the bedroom above, peering out the bay window, picking up a pair of binoculars and scanning the countryside with those. There was nothing. He reached under his shirt to scratch just in front of his arm. His body was damp with sweat. He should have taken another shower, he thought drowsily, but he went to the door, flicked the air conditioner to 'on', and sat down at the desk with a map of the countryside, countryside that would someday be part of his 'country' if all went as he planned. Suddenly he was asleep.
The clock at his elbow ticked on silently as time progressed through the afternoon toward five o'clock. The big man, collapsed over his desk, his head placed squarely on the marked area of the Whitelaw Estates, slept on. He never knew a thing all afternoon until Eflo was tugging at his sleeve.
'They're here, Happy!' she was whispering hoarsely. She had seen the cloud of dust roll up from the horizon.
