White Doctor in Africa

White Doctor in Africa

It had all started out innocently enough. After my internship, as a new doctor, I had come to the back lands of Tanzania to help. And for the first six months I did help. Then I spent a week at Afifa; a small Kijiji, which is Swahili for village, in south-western Tanzania.

Afifa had a small population, maybe one hundred people. It was used as a trading town by the smaller family groups that lived in the wild within a day’s walk of the village. To say these people were ‘back-woods’ was an understatement. Their culture hadn’t changed in a hundred years. They accepted me as a priest that worked healing magic. I had tried when I first got in-country to dissuade and explain about modern medicine, but it would be easier to explain space travel to a caveman. I finally gave up, I was the magical healer and I was helping.

It had been a long six months. It was bound to happen. I was a young, virile man, living a life of celibacy, but not by choice. I had been in Afifa for a few days and word had spread quickly about a healer being in the village. It had been a long day and an older lady came to my tent with a girl, probably her daughter, maybe nineteen years old. The daughter seemed listless and subdued. Using my limited Swahili, I got from the mother that her daughter didn’t have much energy and slept most of the day, among some other symptoms. I recognized it immediately, there had been a minor fever going around. I told her to leave her daughter and come back in the morning and she would be fine.

I had given her the medicine and a sleeping pill to help her sleep through the night; she was in for a rough time as the fever left her body. Indeed, sometime during the night I had woken up to her tossing and turning. I went over to her cot to check on her and I immediately noticed she had kicked off the light blanket.

She was laying there, the moonlight shining in through the tent openings in the roof, lighting up her smooth skin. The common dress for the women in this area was a short wrap that went from waist to mid-thigh and left them topless. I had been so clinical this afternoon, I never really noticed her body; I had gotten accustomed to the casual nudity. Now though, she was on her back, her legs spread and her lower legs hanging down on each side of the cot. Her hands were extended over her head, the moon shining off her shapely tits and her puffy mound.

It was like I was somebody else. I reached forward, massaging her pussy. Her outer lips were chubby; I was slipping my middle finger in and out between them, rubbing her swelling clit, then back out to massage her lips. I reached up with the other hand and held a boob, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Her pussy was warming up, I pushed my middle finger deep inside and sub-consciously she spread her legs even further apart.

I couldn’t believe I was fingering this young lady. She was probably somebody’s new bride and I was violating her while she was passed out due to a heavy sleeping pill. I was at a point of no return though; I pulled off my shorts and climbed on top of her. Reaching down, I easily guided my cock into her now moist pussy and I started to fuck her. It had been so damn long! It was over so quickly, but my orgasm was so intense! My cock pumped and pumped my seed deep inside her warm pussy! I stood up, looking at what I had done. A large white gob of cum was sliding out of her pussy.

Still riding my lust-filled high, I reached down and scooped the gob up with my fingers and holding her nose, her mouth involuntarily opened up and I let it slide off my fingers into her mouth. I watched her throat move as she swallowed. I slipped back into my own cot; my urges satisfied for the first time in so long.

About an hour later, when my cock grew again, I climbed on for another ride. This time though, I had stopped short of cumming in her pussy and had rushed forward, forcing my cock into her mouth. The sight of her large lips milking my cock was amazing.

The next morning she had woken up as if from a deep sleep. Her lower face was covered in dried cum. She smiled at me and said she felt better. While she had breakfast, her mother showed up. She was so happy to see her doing well. I had to admit, she did look a lot better than the day before when she was brought in.

I got the basket full of fruit as payment, as usual and they left. What had I done? Was it wrong? Honestly, I was working for peanuts; I had to get compensated somehow.  My brain filled with the possibilities.