African seduction of three white daughters

Yes, it sounds bizarre, but many wives and daughters were introduced to black cocks this way. True, there were rapes, but mostly the women invited these preditors to give them something their white husbands or boyfriends couldn't...a big rigid black cock.

It was erotic scene. A mother in the pool, with her back to an African with his black arms around her chest and belly while his black cock was stroking her. All the time, her watching her daughter on the other side of the pool being blacked also. Watching the charcoal black back of a tall African with her daughter's frail white arms around his broad shoulders and her legs around his waist. Being impaled on black cock as her head bobbled up and down and her mouth open. Her eyes looking into the dark eyes of her captor as she moaned out loud. Perhaps one or two other Africans on the side of the pool awaiting their turn. Indeed, it was a family affair.

The African’s lust thrived on impaling these teen daughters young mothers. Just listening to them squeal, scream and begging for them to stop. For most, not all of these young white women, 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.

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 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 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, 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.