African culture regards the seduction of sexually active
women totally different than that of the western
hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enforced to
protect women in some countries and this appalling
practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart.
A lot of kidnapped women, wives and daughters, have been
forced into prostitution and sex slavery… especially
the young white ones. Many rich black African men lust
for white women and have forcefully impregnated many of
them as payback for the white man’s past wrongs in
dividing the African continent.
Working as an oil engineer in several African countries
during the 1970’s through the 1980’s, I encountered
many bizarre things but have not revealed them until
recently. There are some things about Africa that have
drawn little press and that are hidden from the American
public. Little has been published about the black
African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who took
sexual advantage of white businessmen and their
families. If brought to the public’s attention there
would be an outcry as to why these things happened.
The following story is of one occurrence that I
partially witnessed and later became aware of what else
had transpired from conversations with two of the
daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the
names of the people involved.
It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss,
Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver
to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been in
Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently
been promoted again over several other long-term English
employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by
Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.
As I entered the villa where he and his family lived I
noticed several expensive automobiles parked outside.
The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the door.
As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as
Atkins and his family along with several guests were in
the family room.
A bizarre setting in that there were five very black
Africans seated on the chairs and sofa with Atkins’
three young blonde daughters sitting on several of their
laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy
families and worked for the company that Atkins was
employed by. His wife, Joan, was seated next to one of
the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she was
pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and
greeted me.
“My apologies for interrupting on your meeting but Mr.
Motambi gave me these contracts to deliver to you,” I
said. I could not help but notice that I was in the
wrong place at the wrong time but none of them except
for Atkins seem to acknowledge my presence. The Africans
appeared high on something and were enjoying the blonde
playthings wallowing in their laps.
After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast
room, he suggested we go outside onto the patio. As we
walked through the large family room I couldn’t help but
again notice his wife and two daughters sitting so close
to the black Africans or on their lap. The lighting had
become a bit dim with the drapes closed and it was just
about sunset but I could tell there were some black
hands under the skirt of one of the daughters and also
in his wife’s blouse. The oldest daughter, Sandy, a
junior in college and home for spring break, was dressed
in a short skirt and low cut blouse.
She was now slow dancing with a tall black African in
the parlor. Her blonde hair and pale skin was such a
contrast to the charcoal skin of the tall African who
was in short-sleeve shirt and tie. His black muscular
arm was holding her tightly against him while his other
arm draped down her side with his hand holding her
bottom.
Sandy’s head was rested against his chest and she
appeared to enjoy the close contact. Her father did not
know but Sandy had experienced black sex after only
three weeks in country. Her first being a black African
senior college student. She had also had sex with a
black professor several times.
The second youngest daughter, Cindy, also in college,
was sitting on the lap of a very black African on the
couch with an with his arm draped over her left shoulder
while his right hand was laying on her leg just under
her short skirt. The lighting was dim and her mom was
seated close to another African with wandering hands.
Her mom had told her daughters to treat these black
Africans with respect and entertain them with
friendliness.
What she did not tell them, except for Sandy, was just
how friendly these black men would expect. The girls
knew that their daddy was about to have his contract
extended and that they were expected to entertain his
bosses for dinner and drinks. Cindy, had dated but never
had sex with a black African… let alone a man over
twice her age. She seemed intrigued with the shiny gold
Rolex that snugly adorned his left wrist. She was also
trying to be grown up in the presence of important black
men. Her mom smiled as Cindy rubbed the African’s gold
watch.
The youngest daughter, little Jenny, had been seated
next to one of the Africans but was a little
uncomfortable watching her mom and sisters being touched
by these black men. She asked her mom if she could go to
the den and play games.
Her mom smiled and thought for a moment, “Why don’t you
take one of our guests with you and teach them how to
play Monopoly dear. I want you girls to entertain these
men since they are our guests and are also very
influential in your father getting a new contract.”
The African smiled and replied, “I would enjoy learning
this game you call Monopoly.”
Jenny nodded okay and took the African’s hand as she
guided him to the back den. Her mother then placed her
arms around the African beside her and gave him a long
french-kiss as he rubbed her loins. “I certainly hope he
enjoys learning the game,” she said sheepishly.
“Oh, he will indeed madam… he will indeed,” the
African replied.
Cindy was really high on the African herb they had
smoked and the touch by this black African was
titillating. Her mom, also being fondled by black hands,
was enjoying the sight of her young girl also being
touched by black hands. The African’s hand had slowly
moved further up her skirt but Cindy, not noticing, was
just chatting away and pleased with the attention.
Before long his black hand crept even further and began
slightly touching her vagina. His left arm was around
her shoulder and his hand slid down and into her blouse
and began fondling her breast. Her mother glanced over
and could see the reflection of the African’s Rolex
crystal glittering as he fondled her daughter’s breast.
Cindy, although high on herb, was a bit shocked but his
hands felt so masculine and good that she slightly
parted her legs as two of his fingers pressed softly
into her vagina. His Rolex felt cool to her skin and
also excited her. As she squirmed on his lap she felt
his manhood getting rock hard.
She never ever thought she would be letting a black man,
a stranger, fondle her like this… but she was becoming
absorbed in a captive feeling with black arms and hands
molesting her and black lips kissing her neck. Her
vagina was very wet and her heart was pounding.
The African then whispered in her ear asking her to
invite him to her bedroom. He only wanted to lay next to
her body and kiss… promising not to harm her. Cindy
was gullible and high on herb so she said yes. They held
hands and walked briskly to the back bedroom and shut
the door.
The African and Cindy then cuddled on the bed as he
again fingered her vagina. Then he lowered his head as
he pulled her panties down and began kissing and licking
her. It felt so good that Cindy did not object. His
tongue was now inside her and Cindy wrapped her legs
around him. An orgasm shot through her as she soon
realized that she was being “eaten” by a black African.
Never in her young life had this happened so it was
orgasmic joy.
Within minutes, the African shed his and her clothes and
then spread her legs again. Cindy felt something large
entering her vagina. “Please put a rubber on, please,”
she pleaded. “No girl, you’re getting all meat, black
meat, he snarled back.
Her mother in the bedroom next to hers, could hear her
daughter’s squeals as she was impaled on and pounded by
a big black cock. Joan, who was held between two
pounding Africans, was even more titillated hearing her
daughter, Cindy, finally being black fucked and hard.
Cindy had her legs wrapped around this African’s
buttocks and he held her wrists down to her sides as he
kept pounding.
Cindy had saliva drooling from her mouth and her blue
eyes were open wide and teary. This black demon was in
full control and she was helpless to stop him. She knew
that his seed was going to explode into her. With a jolt
of his muscular body and even more stiffness in his
black shaft… he spewed his jism into this young white
girl. Cindy felt what seemed like ounces of cum invade
her belly and another orgasm erupted. The earth had
moved.
Her mom, Joan, had instructed the girls to make the
Africans feel welcomed. What she did not divulge to them
was that she and her husband knew that on this night the
girls would be exposed to black lust. Atkins’ new
contract was worth a million dollar salary over the next
18 months. Joan, who had already been bedded by his boss
and several supervisors, had tried to convince her
husband that it was inevitable the girls would not
return to the states before experiencing black cock.
Joan, at first, wanted nothing to do with having
interracial sex. Then, after having a 10” black cock
pound her one night… she became a slut for black men.
She became infatuated with seeing that her daughters
also have black lovers. One could say that she was crazy
but Joan’s obsession with black sex had charred her mind
and she was intent in having her daughters exposed to
it. Normally I would question a mother’s devotion to her
children by inviting this sort of thing but I had
witnessed several times before how white women were
drawn into sex with black men and some of them thought
nothing of subjecting their daughter to it. This is
truly macabre to the white civilized world but in Africa
there were strange things occurring. I still question
this but it is strangely true.
Atkins had initially revolted at her prediction and was
adamant in saying he would protect his daughters from
being subjected to sex with these black men. “Not my
little girls, no way.” Atkins protested. This was the
situation when his family first joined him in Africa two
months ago. Joan knew differently and worked on her
husband’s mindset even harder.
She had heard the stories from other wives about how
they and their daughters were taken by black Africans
willing or unwilling. Many ex-pat families were invited
to parties and while the husbands drank and gambled,
some of the wives and daughters were danced with, groped
and led to a bedroom or limo where after being drunk or
drugged… a black cock impaled their white bottoms.
They remained silent in fear of their husbands and
fathers losing their jobs.
Also a number of families had black domestics that did
the house cleaning and gardening. When the husbands or
fathers were at work during the day or sent out of town
on business, these black domestics enticed many of the
lonely white wives into sex. These wives had also heard
of the black man’s sexual lust and many became a victim
because they enjoyably had teased them by wearing
swimsuits at the pool or a scanty dress.
These black Africans would not take no for an answer and
many wives were fucked silly because they slightly
opened the door of opportunity. After their first fuck,
many not all, soon found themselves wanting more of what
their white husbands could not give them. A large,
stiff, rigid black cock inside them as they were held
tightly under a black pounding African.
This in turn opened the availability for the black men
to put a cock in their young daughters. They even used
the wife’s seduction against her in order to blackmail
them into surrendering their young little darlings.
Before long mothers and daughters would be taken at the
same time as they watched each other being ravaged by
black lust. The daughters usually squealed louder than
the mothers, which pleased the Africans.
Another little known tribal practice which was randomly
used in out lying areas, was to dominate a mother and
daughter. Nothing was more exciting to these black
warriors than to sometimes pull innocent teen white
girls from their mother’s clutches. Then as one or two
Africans held the mother away other Africans would
tightly hold the young girls and begin fondling them.
The girls wiggled and pleaded for them to stop but then
the big black men would pull them up against their chest
with their feet dangling off the floor.
As the girls squirmed their panties would be pulled down
while a big black cock head began rubbing their bottoms.
The girls would squirm and resist which only excited
these black men. And mind you, a number of the girls got
their jollies by being taken this way. Yes, it sounds
strange, but most of them had sexual desires building
rapidly as they had heard their mother’s squeals of
delight fucking a black man for weeks prior.
Then, while standing, they would rub oily lubricant on
their bare shafts as they lowered the girl’s bottom on
to their hard black shaft while their white legs dangled
in the air. The white girl would try and grab the
African’s neck for support but their arms became weak
from the struggle and gravity pushed their bottom down.
The African would loosen his arm holding the small girl
as black cock pressed into her more.
Some girls screamed excitingly, some moaned and some
just cried as they surrendered knowing they could not
escape. A number of white girls had seen or heard their
mothers being fucked by these black men and wanted to
have that same exotic feeling of a black cock in them.
The black Africans knew this and were only too happy to
oblige.
The African’s lust thrived on impaling these teen
daughters while listening to them squeal, scream and
begging for them to stop. For most, not all, of these
young darlings, fear was soon replaced by a sudden
orgasm… something they had not experienced with their
white boyfriends. After only minutes the ultimate
feeling of orgasm would shoot through their bodies as
the black African jerked and poured his jism into their
bellies.
The vision of seeing a young 18 year old white girl with
her pale white legs around a black waist, arching her
back and slowly laying back with her arms motionless was
awesome. Impaled on black cock and surrendering to
blackness as the African held her from falling but still
stroking his black meat in her.
Even more awesome was at the same time their mother was
being held a bay as her daughter was being blacked, the
other two Africans were quickly removing her clothes.
She would struggle but then one black cock would split
her legs while her head was held and being fed another
black cock. She and daughter were being blacked at the
same time. Africans enjoyed family affairs and even more
when a shocked father was tied to a chair and forced to
watch his wife and daughters taken in this manner.
Race and age was of no concern to these Africans. It was
not uncommon to see in the outer townships after school
a young black girl being fucked against a building wall.
Consider how horrifying it would be for a white father
to be driving home from work and approach an alley to
see a helpless white girl being ravaged against one of
the buildings.
Wanting to help, he would stop the car, and as he
approached the building would recognize it was his young
daughter with an African cock inside her pounding away.
Her head bobbing up and down as she gasped for air while
squealing. As he gets out of his car he is confronted by
several other black men who drag him into the ally. They
rip his pants down and one Africans mounts him. Now he
is butt-fucked while watching his sweet daughter being
banged. This has happened more than once.
Also, there were the weekend church retreats where the
mom and dads were not allowed to attend. It was not long
after they had dropped off their daughters that the orgy
began. Innocently at first there would be readings and
group prayer meetings. Then at night the native dances
would perform. As the girls sat at the campfire, black
African counselors would approach and sit alongside of
them. They would entice the girls to smoke some African
herb or slip a drug into their fruit drinks. Before long
the girl’s head is swirling as a couple of black hands
began fondling her breast and slowly rubbing her loins.
A number of the girls knew what to expect as they had
been to a retreat before. Unknown to their parents, they
were not new to African cock and knew the pleasures
awaiting them. For the innocent girls who had not known,
there was an excitement being with an older man, a black
man, and not having their parents around to scold them.
As the night grew late, girls would one by one leave the
campfire with one and yes, two or more black men. They
would be guided to a counselor’s hut or the girls tent
where before long they would have a black cock in their
mouth, in their belly… or both. As a long time African
counselor once told me. “These retreats are not for
prayer. They are camps for breeding white girls.”
It was nighttime now and shortly after arriving, Atkins
had asked me to sit out on the patio with him. We had
been there for close to an hour as Atkins was drinking
heavily. probably escaping from the scene inside his
home. “Damn man, what in hell is going on here? Do you
know what is going to happen with your wife and
daughters with these Africans,” I inquired.
Atkins was on his sixth drink and was almost drunk.
“Please do not tell anyone of this evening here, I beg
you. I am very upset about it but I have no choice. I
owe some gambling debts that are way past due to some
very mean Africans that know our boss, Motombi.
“My wife Joan only knows about the million dollar
contract that I am suppose to get. She has already given
herself to black lust in order to get my previous
promotions. Now my boss is demanding I subject my three
daughters to his African partners who are here today. I
am so miserable that I can’t live with myself but I’ve
finally surrendered my resistance and invited these
black predators into my home.
“I’ve got to have that contract money in order to pay
the debts and hopefully send my family back to the
states. If I do not pay they will kill me and perhaps
Joan. I fear for our lives.”
I just shook my head in disbelief and patted him on the
shoulder. This was really bizarre yet titillating in a
shameless way. Here I was in this home where a family
was going to be ravaged by black Africans. Even more
eerie was that these Africans did not seem to care about
my being present. My instincts told me to leave but my
curiosity and bizarre sexuality begged me to stay.
As I re-entered the family room I noticed that his wife,
Joan, and two of the daughters were no longer there. As
Atkins excused himself to the bathroom I ventured down
the hall. As I peeked into one of the bedrooms I
alarmingly saw the oldest blonde daughter, Sandy, seated
on a bed as one of the tall black African was rubbing
her cheeks with his long erect black cock. The African
then reached around and grabbed her wrists behind her
back as his other black hand held her head.
“Open your pretty mouth blondie,” he demanded.
“Please, not this… don’t expect me to suck you, please
no,” she pleaded.
“I thought that you were just going to screw me.”
Her dad was unaware that this was not Sandy’s first
black man but she had only had black meat between her
legs… not in her mouth. Nervously she opened her mouth
as the African held her and the shiny head of his rich
black cock slid into her mouth. He pressed a couple more
inches in until she began to gag. He pulled back a
little for her to catch her breath but then began
stroking her mouth as she looked up at him.
Her blue eyes were opened wide and tears began to well
up in them as the African began slowly fucking her
mouth. Her head bobbled up and down as her hands were
clasp held behind her. At first afraid, she began to
enjoy this black cock filling her mouth.
The African was truly enjoying fucking this pretty young
girl’s mouth knowing before long he would be splitting
those small white legs and his 9″ shaft would soon spew
into her belly. He wanted to save it but the excitement
and warm feeling of her mouth was overwhelming. His eyes
became fixed on hers and his body began to shake as his
cock hardened even more. Gripping her head even more
tightly he could no longer hold it as his cum exploded
out. She squirmed and gagged as the jism poured from her
lips. Her mouth was no longer a virgin to black cock. He
then removed his clothes and then undressed Sandy.
She knew what was in store for her now and her heart was
racing with excitement. “Sir, please put on a rubber…
please,” she begged.
The black African, ignoring her request, pulled her down
on the bed. Sandy, lying on her back, watched nervously
as his muscular black body mounted her. “White girl,
you’re going to get all meat, hard black meat between
your legs,” he chided. The African’s cock was throbbing
hard again and as he pressed the head into her vagina
Sandy yelped.
“Oh no, it’s too big… oh my gosh, oh my gosh… pull
it out, please,” she begged.
The African thrust more into her as she moaned and
pleaded for him to slow down. Then, after several
thrusts, her mouth and eyes were open wide starring at
the ceiling as this coal black African grind more cock
into her. His hands gripped her bottom as his black
buttocks rolled up and down. I was getting excited as I
watched him fuck this white girl silly but I wanted to
see what else was going on with the other daughters.
I returned to the family room. Atkins had passed out in
his chair. As I turned and begin to enter the dining
room I heard young female moans from the back bedroom.
On the bed was Cindy, naked, and a black African was on
top of her. She had already had one black cock spew in
her earlier and now another African was on top of her.
She was pleading for him not to kiss her with his black
lips.
The African then stood up and removed his pants as a
large cock and charcoal ass was shining in the light. He
reached down and slid her wet panties off while rubbing
some Vaseline on her.
“Do I really have to do this in order for my daddy to
keep his job?” she questioned.
The African quipped, “You damn right and you will enjoy
it anyway. Your sisters and you will want more of our
black dicks after this day is over.”
Cindy’s mouth was open and her blue eyes were wide in
fear as she mumbled. “No, please no. The African mounted
her and guided his black shaft into her snatch. “You’re
too big, that thing will hurt me. Oh, my gosh, oh my
gosh. You’re pressing into me. Please don’t put your big
black thing all the way in me… pleaseee.”
The African had her pinned to the bed with a small
pillow under her rear. With a sudden thrust he pushed
his black shaft into her. Cindy yelped and again begged
for him to stop. The black African now knew this young
white morsel was his. He pressed more of his blackness
into her as she hopelessly wiggled under his large black
body.
Her protests became silent and she moaned as the African
slowly stroked his blackness in her. Although scary, I
could not help the excitement I felt watching this black
man screw this small white girl knowing that he would
soon spew his jism into her belly. I watched as her
white legs rose and began quivering in the air from an
orgasm. The African was now in full bore with his black
ass humping vigorously.
Mercifully, it was only a few minutes or so when he
began shaking and began muttering, “I comes in you, I
comes in you… Oh, my Lord… you feel so good white
girl… ohhhhhh.you are mine.” Cindy’s eyes were popped
out wide with her mouth gasping as another orgasm bolted
through her loins as she felt the eruption of African
cum spewing into her body.
He dismounted and rolled over yet still caressing her
naked body next to his. Cindy lay there motionless
except for some trembling. Her eyes were teary from
orgasms and her legs were weak. She had truly been black
fucked twice in less than an hour and was full of
African spunk. Cindy was no virgin before this but it
was her first time fucking black Africans with a big
charcoal black dicks. Little did she know that she would
have several black cocks filling her belly during this
night and the next. Before the weekend ended she would
be black bred.
It was titillating as I watched her sprawled out on the
bed. The black African holding her while his black semi
hard and dripping dick was resting on her belly. She had
a serene but lost look on her face. It wouldn’t be long
before that same African would revive and again be
spreading those small white legs. She knew but was still
in denial of being blacked.
My attention returned to Jenny in the den. They were
last playing Monopoly and laughing but the den was quite
silent now. I slowly peaked in the room and saw that the
black African was smoking herb and giving some of it to
little Jenny. She had never had alcohol let alone any
drugs. Her eyes were wide yet becoming glossy.
Jenny, youngest daughter, was mentally younger than her
age. Her frame was very petite and her two white blonde
ponytails made her look child like. She had no clue as
to the intentions of this African in his early thirties.
But here she was in the den playing Monopoly with him.
She was dressed in a short pink dress with two straps
over her shoulders tied in bows.
She was so cute. She could not have weighed over 85
pounds. Her blonde hair really enhanced her blue eyes
and little pink lips. The African’s eyes were fixed on
her and I could not help but notice the bulge in his
pants. Jenny was giggling as she tried to teach the
African how to play the game. She would throw the dice
and grab the African’s hand and march it around the
board. He too had a big gold Rolex on and Jenny thought
that was so cool. I could tell that the African enjoyed
the touch of this young virgin white girl touching his
wrist and watch. He nudged over closer to her saying
that he needed better supervision. Jenny only giggles
and kept trying to show him the game.
I interrupted and asked if they were enjoying the game
but the African glared at me and demanded that I not
bother them. As I left the room I saw the African place
an arm around her tiny waist. She appeared a little
frightened but he told her that was just an African
cultural way of thanking someone.
The African did not want to play Monopoly. He wanted to
play with little Jenny. He had removed his shirt and was
bare breasted, muscular and very black. His white shorts
contrasted his coal-black legs. He was almost twice her
age. The African’s black hand was massaging her leg and
his other was lightly touching her hair as she was with
her back to him and his legs split apart.
Jenny was too young to know why a strange feeling was
tingling in her loins. Her mother had told her to engage
the African men with friendship but this was getting out
of hand. She called for her father but he could not hear
her since he was passed out. “Relax girl, I mean you no
harm. Just enjoy the herb and friendliness I offer,” The
African softly spoke…
He asked her to turn and sit on his legs facing him.
Jenny, now feeling bubbly, complied while asking “What
type of game is this?” “I’m going to show you how
Africans have the power to place people in a trance.” ”
Awww, I don’t believe that people can be hypnotized,”
Jenny replied.
The African instructed Jenny to place her arms to her
side while he held them. He quietly began to hum a slow
melodic tune. As she looked into his eyes she begin to
feel calm. This was indeed strange but Jenny kept
looking into his eyes and after a minute passed she
could not look away.
A strange feeling of absorption crept into her as he
began moving her closer to him. Her head was now less
than a foot away from his and the African had pulled her
bottom to the top of his lap. Jenny could not move. All
she could do was look into the charcoal black face with
large nostrils, rigid cheekbones and white eyes that
peered back at her. She could feel his warm breath swirl
around her neck.
I stood at the side of the doorway mesmerized myself at
watching this small white girl sitting motionlessly on
the lap of the black African. She truly seemed
hypnotized. She was oblivious to any other sounds in the
house, especially to quiet moans of her sister in the
dining room.
Jenny became aware of the bulging of the African’s
manhood under her. As she wiggled slowly she could feel
it move beneath her. By now the African had slid his
Rolex adorned black hand into the top of her dress as
his eyes still glared into hers. She could feel his
large hand rubbing her breast. Although a bit
frightened, she was almost helpless in a hypnotic way.
The African slowly pulled her head closer to his with
his eyes peering into hers. Then his large black lips
lightly touched her small mouth.
Jenny began to shiver as her body tingled. She felt her
panties becoming wet. Her young body had never felt this
way. The Black African slowly began to kiss her mouth as
he continued humming a melodic tune. This African was
kissing her and although repulsive to her normal
segregated life it was warm and capturing. His other
black arm embraced her small back as she could feel his
strength. Still she was looking into his eyes captured
by a surrendering spell.
“Girl, go to the bathroom and take off your wet
panties.” he announced. Jenny was totally shocked by
this. “Girl, in Africa we have a custom that young girls
do not wear undergarments. Especially when they are wet.
Our women bare their bottoms cleanly and you must learn
this even though you are so young.”
Jenny, still partially under a spell got up and walked
to the half bath in the den. What kind of custom was
this, she wondered. If only she could ask her mom and
dad… but her mom was in one of the bedrooms with two
of the Africans and her father was passed out in the
living room. She slid off her panties and then returned
to the den.
The black African was smiling as she re-entered the den.
Somewhat shocked, she saw him with the front of his
shorts unzipped. There was a bulge that was noticeably
there. “Sir, I had better go to my bedroom and not play
Monopoly anymore,” she quickly stated. “Girl, please do
not be afraid. Come over here, relax with me and let me
be close to you.”
Jenny, although hesitant, did not want to anger her
father’s bosses. Thinking that she could just be
friendly and entertain. But she was much too young to
know of the situation that she was in.”Come and sit back
on my lap and we shall play this game you call
Monopoly… Girl,” he smoothly stated. Jenny slowly sat
beside him but he then insisted that she sit on his lap.
“But sir, your pants are unzipped. I do not want to have
it touch me. I’m a good girl and feel uncomfortable by a
man’s nakedness. I’m too young to be next to a man’s
private,” she answered.
By now the herb had begun to have its effects on young
Jenny and she almost felt listless except for the
pulsating in her virgin vagina. The African pulled her
up on his lap with her facing him. Jenny pushed herself
away but then this black man strongly placed and held
her on his lap. Jenny could feel the throbbing cock
under his shorts rubbing against her bottom and as she
wiggled his black cock got harder.
Again, he hummed that melodic African tune and Jenny
began to relax. She was becoming even higher from the
herb each minute and as she had tried not to do
previously, she slowly rested her bottom on his crotch.
This pleased the African. Now, he slowly moved his black
arms around her waist and shoulders.
His arms felt like tentacles embracing her body. Jenny
was feeling captive and an unexpected excitement began
to embrace her. She was helpless as she gazed at this
large black head with wide white eyes. “Please, please
don’t hold me this way. I feel so strange and helpless.
My daddy would not like your holding me like this.” She
pleaded.
“Shiii, do not resist my affection my tiny white
princess. Your daddy knows I mean you no harm but he
also knows that his daughters are going to be absorbed
in black flesh.” “What does that mean,” asked Jenny.
“Your are too young at this moment to understand but
soon you will experience joys that will fulfill your
womanhood and introduction to African culture.”
The African replied softly. “Your father is passed out
and your mother is between two thrusting black Africans.
Your two sisters are presently being loved on by black
Africans and are squealing with delight. Indeed, it is
time for you, the youngest, to be deflowered by an
African man. A very rich and black man I must add.”
“Please, don’t’ hurt me. I am too young to be taken by a
man… let along, by such a dark black man. You are so
black that I am afraid of you,” Jenny protested. As she
muttered her feelings the herb began to render her
helpless. She then felt the strong arm of this black man
pull her more tightly to his lap and her head began to
tilt backward.
With a light motion he untied the two small bows to her
dress top and lightly pulled it down. Two young budding
white breast appeared. Jenny, still in a trance, offered
no resistance. The black African became even more
aroused and his large lips kissed down her neck and
shoulder and began to kiss and suck on her breast. Her
body tingled all over while goose bumps rose on her
arms. Here she was with a jet-black skinned African
kissing her chest as she sat straddling his lap. She
felt helpless yet mesmerized by the touch of his
maleness and blackness.
The black African then slightly pulled and raised Jenny
from his lap while not taking his eyes off hers. Jenny
was motionless with no expression except for her mouth
partially opened… He held her back with one hand while
his other hand slowly released his throbbing manhood
from his shorts. He then let Jenny back down on his lap.
Jenny did not have any panties on now so it was only
moments before she felt his black cock rubbing against
her young vagina. It was warm and hard.
I stood there in the doorway almost in a trance myself.
Watching this black African cradling little Jenny was so
eerie yet titillating. I wondered if she really knew
what was going on. Perhaps she was indeed in a trance.
The African again massaged her breast… Jenny was truly
mesmerized and under his spell as she offered little
resistance except to softly mutter, “please don’t.”
The African replied, “Relax girl, and let us bond
together. I want you to feel the joys of African
manhood. I offer no harm.”
Jenny, although under his spell, was still frightened.
But the captive feeling of a black penis rubbing against
her vagina lips along with the erotic feeling of being
held by this black African was overcoming along with the
high from the herb. She was too young for sex with a man
this experienced and did not want to be deflowered by a
black African yet her loins were afire and her juices
flowing. She was shaking yet mesmerized.
The black head of his penis had now found her entrance.
He guided it with his right hand and slowly pressed it
softly until the head partially slid into her. Jenny was
very wet and her juices soaked the head. With a small
thrust, the African pressed the entire head of his black
cock into her. Jenny yelped and again pleaded, “Noooo,
pleaseee, nooo.”
With her dress pulled up and two black arms holding her,
the African slowly impaled a couple of inches of his
blackness into her. Her maiden skin was now broken. Her
eyes were still fixed on his yet as her protests grew
silent and her eyes widened as she began to feel his
black meat inside of her.
The African pulled Jenny’s arms up around his neck and
slowly laid back on the floor with her bare chest on
his. Jenny was moaning as the African worked another
inch of black cock into her.
The African’s thighs and legs were so black in contrast
to the small white ass of Jenny. Her small legs, with
knees bent along with her feet dangling in the air. That
large black cock head stuck into her seemed too big to
enter something so small. Jenny was squirming as he held
her tight. He placed his large black hand on her bottom.
Another inch pushed into her. There was no escape from
this lusting African now.
He pulled his cock out and slowly rolled her on her
side. The African then removed her dress as he removed
his shorts. Now the two were naked on the floor. He then
held up her left leg with his hand while his Rolex
adorned arm tightly held her back. His black dick was
even more erect as it again found her vagina lips. He
pressed the head in again as Jenny moaned. With each
small stroke he pressed more of his black shaft into
her.
After a couple of minutes a third of his black dick was
in her. Her small white body was held against his
blackness by his muscular arms. She began to feel split
and impaled on his black manhood. In a daze, her eyes
left his and began peeking over his shoulder as they
sighted me in the doorway. Her eyes had a pleading look
seemingly wanting help. The trance had worn off and
reality had set in. “Please help me mister, please,” she
muttered. “Where is my daddy? I want my daddy,” she
pleaded.
As I started to approach them a black arm from behind
grabbed me by the neck. “Leave them alone white man. Do
not interfere or I will hurt you,” the large African
growled. “Now watch how a white girl enjoys being taken
by a black man, whitey. His muscular arms held me as we
stood in the doorway. I noticed how Jenny’s eyes become
glassy again. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened.
Her head slid from view as her frail white body was
dwarf and covered by the large black man pressed against
her.
The black African stroked a couple of more inches into
her and now half of his black cock was in her moving in
and out. Jenny was moaning and grunting as she began
enjoying such an erotic feeling. The African was
pleasured to the extreme and again found her small lips
kissing them. His hand tightly held her bottom while he
kept thrusting his blackness into her.
The African rolled Jenny completely on her back with his
arm around the back of her neck and his right hand
tightly holding her bottom. His chest pressed her to the
floor. Jenny was so small compared to this black African
that only two small white legs were visible along with
her frail white arms clinching to his neck. Her small
white legs were now quivering and her breathing was
heavy. Her mouth was open as saliva dribbled from the
edges.
The other African held me captive at the doorway. There
was nothing I could do to aid Jenny. The black African
on top of Jenny began jerking even more with her now
completely under his thrusting blackness. As she let out
a loud moan the African covered her lips with his and
his buttocks again pounded up and down. He tried to hold
back but the excitement of taking this small blonde
beauty but was overwhelmed and his black shaft stiffened
even more as he could no longer hold his jism from
pouring into her.
Finally the African pulled his lips from hers and let
out a tribal moan as he was about to spew his jism into
her belly. Although only half in her, Jenny felt his
black cock swelling as it was splitting her bottom. Due
to her smallness the African had mercifully not pressed
all of his black shaft into her. He didn’t need to, her
bottom was packed with black cock She was too young for
more of his massive size.
His cock began to burst. Jenny’s eyes grew wide and her
mouth opened wide as she yelped out loud. Her body
tingled all over with orgasms. The black African
suddenly began spewing ounces of warm African cum into
her belly as this small white girl looked like a ragged
doll shaking in his clutches. His black arms clutched
the girl as her two small white legs rose in the air
shaking and then clasped his buttocks. It seemed like he
filled her with everything he had yet he still slowly
pushed his black cock back into her for minutes
afterward. Slowly oozing every drop of African jism into
her belly.
Jenny now lay on the floor completely exhausted and full
of African spunk. Her frail little body was limp and her
eyes were glazed over. She was so young and yet no
longer a virgin. She was soaked from the African’s sweat
and her loins were burning from the lust that had
invaded her body. The African rose and left the room.
The African that was holding me released my neck and
arms. “Do not interfere white man. The girl is mine
now,” he grunted. As he released me he walked over to
Jenny lying on the floor and placed himself on the floor
next to her. He pulled Jenny’s small white legs up
around his waist and released his black cock from his
shorts. With his left hand around her neck his right
hand began to guide his hardened black manhood between
her thighs. Jenny pleaded, “P-please, don’t. I’m
exhausted. I don’t want another black thing in me…
please, no, don’t, not now.”
Her pleas fell on death ears as the African slowly
pressed his blackness into her. Jenny’s vagina was
lubricated from the spunk left in her by her previous
captor so this black man’s cock slid in more smoothly.
She quickly tried to push him away but as she did he
grabbed her wrists tightly holding them to the floor
while thrusting his black cock more deeply into her.
A look of fear and helplessness was all over her face.
Her baby blue eyes were wide and her lips quivering as
she became impaled again on a black pulsating cock. Weak
from fear and being ravaged, Jenny slowly laid back on
the floor. She was no match for this muscular black man
invading her body.
The African chided her. “Just lay there little white
girl and feel this throbbing black nigger dick in you.
I’m gonna fuck you, spew in you and there is nothing you
or your daddy can do about it. Both of your sisters and
your mother are getting black African cock in them and
they are squealing with delight.”
This African was not a gentle as the previous predator.
He wanted all of his black shaft in this girl as he
began vigorously pressing more of his 9″ hard dick into
her. Jenny felt pain again and yelped, “Oh no, please
no, it is too big and is splitting me into. “Shut up
girl and get use to it. You and your family are going to
have black cocks in you all weekend.”
I stood at the doorway watching this tiny girl being
ravaged by this black demon. Her head bobbled up and
down while her small white legs wiggled around the
African’s buttocks. She was pinned to the floor by his
hands around her wrists. Jenny was now groaning and
sputtering as the charcoal black African was thrusting
between her loins. Her eyes were rolled back, mouth
opened as sweat from the black man was dripping on her.
“Oh my gosh… it hurts, but it feels sooooo good,” She
moaned.
Her head rolled from side to side. Standing there I was
astonished again as this jet- black buttocks pounded up
and down while Jenny’s frail white legs shook in the
air. Another orgasm bolted through her body as her eyes
grew wide again and her mouth sucked for air. Then her
legs clasped his buttocks as her small white wrists were
still held tightly to the floor.
Almost all his black shaft was in her and so rigid that
his cock was pulling her bottom off the floor as he
grind it into her. Mercifully, it only took a few more
minutes. The African could feel his cock swelling and
wanting to burst. He wanted so badly to spew into this
pale white beauty and surrender her small frail body to
deep black lust. Finally, as he could not hold it any
longer, the African let out a cry, “Ohhhhh, I cums in
you, I cums in you, baby girl feel my jism spew in you,”
as he shook violently with his hard black cock buried
deep in her.
Another almost not ending orgasm raced through her body
as her mouth was sucked by his and she felt his jism
exploding in her. He released her wrists and she grabbed
his neck and her legs again rose in the air and shook.
With a final few thrusts, thousands of African tadpoles
began spewing into Jenny’s belly. Loads of African spunk
began pouring out of her bottom. Jenny’s eyes were again
wide and glazed. Her mouth quivering as her exhausted
legs lowered to the floor. This little girl was again
black fucked. The black African just lay on top of her
limp body as the room grew silent. Jenny was almost
passed out.
Jenny had never felt anything like this. She was
disgusted from having sex with this charcoal black
heathen yet she also felt more like a woman and was
beyond sexually satisfied. As sickening the thought of
being pressed against a black African, there was also
something macabre and titillating about being truly
blacked with his sperm filling and pouring out of her
once innocent white loins.
What she did not know was that by tomorrow she would be
under the breakfast table with that same charcoal black
dick in her mouth. Sucking more juices out of it as the
African ate breakfast. Little Jenny along with her
sisters and mother were going to be sexual slaves for
the entire weekend. Their white bodies would be black
fucked and sodomized to where they would no longer think
of ever being bedded by a white man. Next weekend they
would be separated and each driven to one of the black
men’s home where they will be stripped and again have
their legs split by black cock.
After all, their father had signed an eighteen month
contract for over a million dollars. Now his wife and
daughters will be slaves to black African lust. Many
black dicks would be spewing their loads in their little
white bottoms and mouths. Two of the daughters were
seeded and had black babies. One of the daughters was
kidnapped and forced to work in a brothel for a year.
The Atkins family was truly torn apart. But then again,
many white families were drawn into a black nightmare
because of African lust and power over them.
There are other true episodes that I encountered during
my tenure in Africa. Some are even more shocking. If
there is interest from the readers, I will share them
with you.
Africa was indeed a dark continent when I was there and
from what I’ve been told by others that followed me…
it still is.
great story
Love African domination stories