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    African Seduction of Three White Daughters – An Interracial Sex Story

    15 November, 2016 (15:32) | Interracial Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by JonathanT (no address provided)

    ***

    A white family working in Africa submits their three
    young daughters to black African lust. Their father, an
    oil engineer, wanted to keep his high paying contract
    with the country’s government. All three white daughters
    became sex toys to powerful older African. (MFFF, reluc,
    intr)

    ***

    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.

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