Chapter 1

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 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 really 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 occuring. 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 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 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.