Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Interracial, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The white mother and her daughters become absorbed in African flesh.

Welcome to the Peach Corps in Nigeria

I worked in Nigeria in the 1970's 80's and was partially witness to a number of atrocities involving black on white sex. Blacks in power sought out white wives, single mothers, white tourists and unfortunately white children. Unknowing to whites living there or touring, there were predator eyes following them without them knowing just what would be awaiting them on dark streets, their homes or in the workplace.

One would think the Peace Corps would be a safe haven for white women to volunteer and work. Not so. The main stream press has failed to report the many problems with women working in villages in Africa. The following is a report of what happened in a little known village in Africa.

Jane had always wanted to do volunteer work and especially go to Africa. Her husband had died in an accident three year prior and she was regaining her life. He had left her economically well off so she was free to follow her dreams.

Jane had always wanted to go to the African continent. Something about that part of the world was curious to her. She had read National Geographic for years and enamored with tribal cultures. The thought of being in the wild excited her. Little did she know what would await her there.

She received her application approval to join the Peach Corps. Having two young daughters to travel with her were a problem but with support from her congressman ... she was able to still get approval. That was very unusual but somehow she managed to get passports and make the trip.

The plane landed and a new bright career was about to take foil. Jane had finally got her dream beginning and awaited her new job in helping Africans make a better life for themselves.

She and her children were taken by buss to the Pampaida cluster which is located in the northern Nigerian state of Kaduna.

The villagers came out to welcome her and the children. They had little contact with white people other than the hunters and merchants that sometime passed by their village. A black African chief was there upon their arrival.

They were somewhat set back by the beauty of this blonde hair beauty of only 36 years of age. White women were rare indeed in such a remote village.

Jane had a shapely figure and looked much younger. She was stunning and her young daughters were stunning also. The Africans certainly noticed the young daughters. Connie was 16 and Sandra was 14. Both of which were blonde and shapely just as their mother.

The young girls were excited to be with their mom in Africa and were naïve to the stares by the black Africans. The men seem to be breathing hard and approached them with hands touching their bodies. It was cordial, not sexual, but Jane realized that it was perhaps not right.

"Please, do not touch my children" she stressed.

"No problem, Miss Jane. Let me show you to your quarters. We look forward to your teaching our children language and your culture," the notable chief spoke.

The lodging was quite primitive which was thatched huts but had running water. Jane wondered if she made the right decision in bringing her children but with the warm welcome she thought it would be a lifetime experience for them. She had home schooled the girls from an early age and had taught them to be respective of other races. She felt confident that they would embrace this culture and learn from it. Little did she know how they would eventually become absorbed in a black man's culture ... not to mention, lust.

The following several days went very well with Jane teaching. She was really welcomed by this black tribe and given respect for her ability. She felt that she was making a difference in the third world and was encouraged by the results she was seeing. The children as well as the adults responded to her teachings.

Unfortunately, some of the younger tribe bucks were eager to take this white woman and teach her some things. It was noticeable to Jane during the day to see bulges in the loin cloths of younger Africans when she walked around the village. Jane had heard stories of black men with large cocks but was never excited with that. She considered tribal blacks as unclean and that they were savages ... nothing that would excite her.

Upon her third week a tribal celebration of a weeding took place. The ceremony went into the late night. There was a special drink made from herbs and passed around to all who attended. Jane was not one to drink spirits but did so to pacify the natives.

Unknowingly to her, the drink was very potent. After drinking several cups of the liquid, Jane was very woosey. She stumbled back to her hut but not before a couple of black tribal studs stopped her.

Miss Jane, are you okay?" Two very black arms caressed her shoulders and led her away from the hut. They guided her to a grassy knoll just outside the village. Jane was so high she could hardly walk. Didn't matter, the two Africans held her up and then gently placed her body on the grass.

"What are you doing with me," Jane nervously asked.

Within a minute, Jane felt her shorts and shirt being removed. Black hands rubbed all over her body. It was titillating but scary for a white woman being touched by black natives.

Jane watched as the two blacks removed their loin cloths and their large black cocks sprang out. Both cocks were hard and ready to attack.

"Leave me alone. I only want to go back to my hut. You need to respect me," Jane shouted.

The two Africans did not heed to her plea. One grabbed her wrists and held them above her head while cuffing her mouth. She could only scream but no one would hear her muffled cry.

Jane wiggled under they're grasp. Her shoulders were pressed to the ground as one of the natives knelt to his knees and spread her white legs. Jane knew what was about to happen. She was about to be put to black African cock and was helpless to interfere.

Her legs were kicking but could only fall helplessly to the dark black body laying on top of her.

She monentarilly pulled the black hand from her mouth.

"Oh my gosh, please dont do this. I don't want a nigger cock in me. Please, please don't take me," she pleaded.

The African could only understand a few of her words. He was determined to take this white woman and his hard black cock was busy finding the entrance to her vagina.

Jane fought back but yelped as she felt the penetration of a ridged black cock invade her loins. She could not believe this was happening to her. She was about to be raped by a black African. No protection, just black meat in her vagina.

The African then pressed his chest to hers and began kissing her neck as he stroked her. His lips found hers and his tongue danced in her mouth. It was repulsive to Jane having a black man kissing her.

It only took a minute or two before Jane's vagina felt the unknown gradification of a large black cock in her. She was now submissive to the rape of this tribal savage.

She surrendered to his kisses and placed her tongue in his mouth. Never did she think she would be so inviting to a black man ... an African at that. Her arms now embraced his black body as his large black cock was grinding her and her bodily fluids began to make the pain less intrusive.

An unwanted orgasm shot through her. She shivered as her white legs wrapped around his black buttocks. Jane had succumbed to black lust. Her mind told her no but her body accepted it.

Never did she think that a charcoal black body would ravish her in this way. She had come to Africa to help the people ... not be black raped. But her body was now accepting the rape. She was enjoying the large black cock invading her vagina. She was now thrusting her bottom against his cock and moaning as the African quickened his humps into her vagina.

The African was at full bore and then began to release his jism into her belly. Ounces of cum spewed into her ... Jane accepted it with another orgasm and pleasure.

Her white body lay on the grass and as the African pulled his cum soaked cock from her vagina.

Jane lay there motionless. Reluctantly, she had witnessed the best fuck she had ever had.

There was the other African awaiting her. He mounted the breathless white woman and pressed his black cock into her already lubricated vagina.

Jane was about to be black fucked again. But, this time more willingly. Her legs wrapped around his black buttocks and invited his black cock to invade her. It did and fucked her for several minutes. He had never fucked a white woman and the joy was overwhelming. He could only watch as her head bobbled up and down and her white body beneath him. No cuff on her mouth now ... she was accepting his black cock in her as she wiggled under his black body. The African could no longer hold it as his rigid black cock began to spew his jism into her. Her body was jerking and once again a black hand cuffed her mouth to keep her sounds of pleasure from invading the village. Jane's body went limp under the African.

Jane was full of black African cum. Her body had been subdued by black African lust. She would now spend her remaining days of her Peace Corps assignment with black cocks in her body. There were plenty of young black cocks that would be eager to press their manhood in her white body.

It takes a village ... Jane would soon know the meaning of that statement.

The problem is ... what would she do to protect her young white daughters.

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