African Seduction of three white Daughters

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Africa is indeed a dark continent where where white wives and
daughters are subject to black lust.
By Jonathan

African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally
different that 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 teen 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
early 1970's and also a few year later, 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 teenage 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 we
returned to the family room. The lighting had become a bit dim with
the drapes closed and it was just about sunset. 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.

The second youngest daughter, Cindy, also in college, was sitting over
on the couch with an African arm draped over her right shoulder while
his left hand was laying on her leg just below her short skirt. Her
mom had told her to treat these black Africans with respect and
entertain them with friendliness. What she did not tell them 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
never been this close to 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. His hand had slowly moved from her knee to the
edge of her skirt but Cindy, not noticing, was just chatting away and
pleased with the attention.

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. Normally I would question a mother's devotion
to her children by inviting this sort of thing but I had seen several
times before how white women were drawn into sex with black men some
of them thought nothing of subjecting their daughter to it. 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 loosing 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 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, 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 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 along side 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 at the Atkins’ house. While Joan was cleaning up
some glasses I asked Atkns to accompany me to the kitchen. “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 fifth 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 when perhaps 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 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. On the floor was Cindy with her skirt pulled up and a black
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 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 floor 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 and was full of African spunk. Cindy was no
virginity before this but it was her first time fucking a black
African with a big charcoal black dick. 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.

As I watched them lay on the floor pressed together 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, who had just turned 18, 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 any more,” she angerly 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 Monoply... 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 it’s 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.

“Shii, 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, “please,
don’t, I’m exhausted. I don’t want another black thing in
me….please.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 later committed suicide. 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.