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White daughters Africanized
Part one.
I worked in several African countries from 1974 to 1982 as an energy
exploration advisor. Due to my expertise my services were courted by a
number of wealthy and ruling African leaders. I witnessed many things
during my tenure there because I had access to places that almost no
white man was allowed to see. This continent is rich in numerous
cultures and history but there is a very dark side that the
international press has been negligent or afraid to report on.
European and American technicians were drawn to Africa due to rich
contracts and with a number of them their families were invited to
follow.....especially the young white wives and daughters.
This story is based on n actual event in Nigeria around 1980. I was
not present at this retreat but had worked in the area and personally
knew some of the African men involved along with the Hart family that
fell victim to this bizarre event. It was almost a year later before
T. Hart, a close friend, and his second oldest daughter confessed to me
just what really happened during that retreat. Both were unaware but I
also taped over two hours of the conversation during that evening at my
home. I was surprised at how mature and descriptive Candy, his
daughter, was in her sexual accounts and in relaying the actual
descriptive experiences of her sisters and two other girls that were
there.
There is not time now to explain but the entire Hart family was truly
Africanized during his time in Nigeria including his wife. I've kept
this story private from print until recently but using my literary
license I wanted to share this story due to it's revealing aspects of
African lust. Although some names are real most of them have been
changed to protect the individuals involved
It always amazed me as to why white families coming to Africa were so
ignorant of the possible dangers that afforded them in a land they did
not know. They were at first naïve to the cultural differences but
more alarmingly did not do research to know about black African lust
for their wives, daughters and sons. This was a fact and many families
eventually found themselves trapped in a situation they could never
imagine. During this time Algeria was controlled by a man known as
Shagari, who like many African rulers, had short terms in and out
power.
T. Hart and his family lived in a villa just north of town and I worked
with him back in 1979 to 1981. He had three young daughters and a son.
The son was a twin to the youngest daughter...both blonde and
innocent. His oldest daughter was in her second year of college and
had only dated sparingly because of her father's strict hand.
T. Hart had only been in Algeria for six months and his family moved in
with him the third month. It was on a Monday that Hart received a
notice from his boss, Marombi, that there would be a summer outing
for four days and that all sons and daughters over twelve years of age
from ex-pats would be required to attend. It was as in his words "a
way to experience the country's heritage and to bond to their new
host country." Little did the Hart family know what type of bond it
would be.
Hart and his wife were only too grateful to comply with the outing and
prepared their family for the event. It was going to be in a camp
next to the water fall about fifty kilometers from town where the Harts
innocently took their daughters and son to the campground. Once
there, the black African guards let them in and guided them to the main
center. Hart was surprised as to why armed guards were at the gate but
after they informed him that they were there to secure the safety of
foreign citizens he felt more at ease. Several black women and men
came out smiling and friendly to meet them and introduce themselves a
counselors. The Harts felt more comfortable and followed as they were
escorted to help their daughters and son place their bags in the
respective tents which was to be their lodging for the four day
retreat. The large camp was segregated into several inclusive
sections. The younger children were housed in nice cabins while the
older teens and young adults were housed in tents. Both areas had
their own programs and activities. There was much more stricter
supervision for safety in the younger area. T. Hart and his wife
finally left after the dinner that was provided for the families
knowing that he had to be at work early the next day.
The events that transpired are upsetting and if you are a minor / under
age then close this program immediately and read no further. If you
are someone that does not want to read explicit and interracial sexual
atrocities then go elsewhere.
After the camp dinner and introduction services Dana and Candy returned
to their tents while the twins were escorted to their cabins. Dana,
the oldest of the Hart daughters, had wanted her sister Candy to be her
tent mate but due to odd camp rules only one person to a tent was
permitted. That seemed strange since this was a stand up 8 x 8 foot
tent with only a 3 x 6 foot air mattress on the ground. The tents were
not even close to one another, they were perhaps 30 to 40 meters apart
along a wide path amongst the trees and large plants. Must be their
ways she thought although a bit scary. It was about nightfall when she
heard the camp intercom system announce the beginning of the African
dance program being held in the outdoor theater. She dressed in her
colorful sunflower dress and put her make up on. Dana was excited
being away from her parents and anticipating this adventure.
An accented voice interrupted her as she was finishing. "Miss Dana,
are you ready for the festivities tonight? And, may I enter?"
"Who is it?" Dana replied. " I am Motumbi your personal
counselor and am here to escort you to the festivities."
"Yea...sure, I am ready," she said. The tent flap pulled back and
this very dark and tall African entered the tent bending over not to
scrape the tent top. Dana was a bit nervous in that she was alone with
a very black man but as he smiled his demeanor seemed friendly and he
politely asked her to follow him. His big black hand reached out and
softly held hers as he guided her along the path with the oil lamps
giving assistance to the path. "How long have you been in our
country," he asked. "Three months," she replied. "You are
going to enjoy my land and it's heritage. That is what this retreat
is about. To introduce young visitors to the joys of Africa."
Motumbi was clad in white shorts and a shirt that tightly adorned his
muscular body. Dana, as a woman could not help but notice his frame
including the bulge in his shorts but denied the strange feeling she
had as they walked the path. She had only had sex a few times with her
college boyfriend. Why was she feeling excited being led down a path
with a man in his mid thirties, not to mention, a very black man.
They arrived at the outdoor camp theater and the show was beginning.
Dana looked around for her sisters but did not see them. Motumbi
suggested that they seat themselves in the very far rear on the knoll
amongst the trees where they could view the dancers yet enjoy the cool
African breeze. As the show began, Motumbi pulled a rolled cigarette
from his pocket and lit it up. He deeply inhaled it and looked over to
Dana. "Please share this with me, it is an African custom that helps
to enjoy festivities." Dana, although surprised, had smoked pot
several times before so not wanting to offend her counselor she placed
it to her lips. This herb tasted much different from what she had
experienced before and she inhaled the sweet aroma with him sharing it.
After only a few minutes into the program the stage lights seemed to
glow more colorful and the area they were in became darker. Motumbi
positioned himself behind her and asked her to lean back against his
knees for comfort. It was cooler and she felt a chill so her back
leaned against his legs felt comfortable. Slowly his black hands held
her shoulders and he guided her to the melodic sounds of the steel
drums. Dana was absorbed in the sounds yet somewhat stimulated in that
this older black African was touching her. She thought to herself,
"my father would be appalled that a black African was even touching
me like this. Yet he was well spoken and polite." Still, she felt
safe and at ease along with enjoying the show.
Shocking at first, she felt his black lips kiss her neck while his hand
softly brushed against her breast as he placed his left arm around her.
Motumbi knew that this young white maiden was high on smoke as he
whispered into her ear. "Are you feeling good and enjoying the
show?" he asked. "Yes, but I feel strange and cannot explain
it," She replied. Dana was certainly high and enamored with being a
woman in the presence of a mature man that seemed to respect her but
she was also experiencing a an excitement in her body that alarmed her
and she was not sure how to cope with it. "Oh gosh, this is getting
serious and I hope I have not teased this black man into thinking I
want to be with him." she thought. "Dana, just relax and let your
mind wonder to the sounds of the music and pretend you are an African
maiden," Motumbi softly said.
Dana was tense yet the herb she had inhaled seemed to ease her fears
and strangely induced excitement at her being with an older man yet a
very black man. Chill bumps adorned her arms. Slowly Motumbi let his
knees spread part and guided her to lean back on him. In a deep voice
he asked, "Have you ever been loved on by a black man?" At first
Dana was alarmed but she wanted to appear as a grown woman. Being high
and aroused she unfortunately muttered, "No, not until now."
The African then knew that this young white maiden with long blonde
hair was his to have and he slowly slid his other hand under her dress
resting it between her legs. Much to his surprise she had no panties on
but it was a flowing dress and she had apparently preferred coolness.
His black fingers touched her vagina opening as Dana nervously squirmed
in his grips. "Please," she protested, "don't do that, there
are people near." Motumbi replied, "Girl, no one can see us up here
and you did say "not until now" did you not. " "But my father
would be shocked with me being fondled by a black African." "Your
father is not here and I can sense that you are aroused by my touching
your body," the African insisted. She felt a tingling sensation as
his black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling
her breasts. Her legs slightly opened became heated and wet as a couple
of black fingers found their way into her love canal. Her heart was
racing and her mouth was dry. This was frightening yet so stimulating
being in the grips of a charcoal black African as she was asking
herself, "why am I doing this....why?"
"Dana," he said, "turn around and sit on my lap." His muscular
arms held her up and turned her as her dress flowed over and covered
his legs and lower body. He removed his shirt as Dana now saw his
muscular chest and abdomen. She did not know that before he had turned
her that he had also released his black manhood from his shorts. As
she relaxed her knees and sat on him she felt his throbbing black cock
rubbing against her. "Oh my gosh, this can't be happening...no...I
can't let myself go this far....I feel excited but shouldn't,"
she nervously thought. Dazed and high she looked into his black eyes
and became hypnotized by this older black man.
The drum music seemed to almost intensify as she felt his black manhood
searching for her opening. As his hand held her from behind a sudden
thrust allowed the head of his black shaft into her. He pulled her up
to his chest and slowly let her down as she felt his cock find its way
a few inches into her vagina. Dana gasped as her mouth and eyes opened
wide. Slowly it slid deeper as she became alarmed that she was being
impaled not only on a black African cock but a bare one with absolutely
no protection. She could feel the throbbing veins of pure black meat.
She tried to break free but his strong muscular arms held her tight.
"Please, this has gone too far....I'm afraid....please stop....it
hurts, oh oh oh ooooh....its too big for my...oh oh oh nooooo........oh
my gosh, oh my gosh, oh oh ohhhhh."
Although the music was loud Motumbi covered her mouth with his black
hand to quite her protests and moans as her blue eyes were wide with
pain and anxiety. His other arm down her back with his hand holding
her bottom as he guided her up and down as his black shaft working its
way deeper into her. Her arms held his large black shoulders for
support as she gasped feeling the pain of being stretched by his
pulsating black cock. Dana was now a captured white maiden and
shockingly her white body began shaking as the first orgasm shot
through her and her juices began lubricating his cock. Now the pain
lessened and soon his shaft had penetrated completely into her. She
was captured and impaled on his black manhood as he thrust harder.
Motumbi released his hand from her mouth and replace it with his mouth
as his tongue danced in her throat as her eyes grew large again.
Although mesmerized by what was happening Dana could only imagine how
her father would react to seeing his girl not only being fucked by this
big black African yet her mouth being sucked by him at the same time.
Now he was fucking this white girl with long and hard thrusts while she
moaned as her head was bobbling up and down. Dana's eyes were glossy
and she was slobbering from the excitement of her belly being filled
with such a large black dick. Another orgasm shot through her as she
weakened and collapsed into him. He slowly rolled her over and pulled
her dress top down with his black chest pressing against her bare
breast. The large African now covered her body. The ground was soft
which helped her absorb his muscular weight. Her white and pale legs
wrapped around his black buttocks as he rutted her vagina. Sweat
poured from his body as his thrusts were harder and grinding into her.
Dana was in orgasmic joy but she suddenly pleaded with him not to cum
in her. "Please don't cum in me, please don't....pleaseee."
This only made Motumbi even more excited knowing he was going to spew
into a lovely blonde white girl and give this squirming creature his
African jism. He could hold it no longer. Motumbi's body begin to
shake and she felt his shaft grow even larger and more rigid almost
splitting her in half. Her legs shook in the air with another orgasm
riffling through her. Then suddenly she felt ounces of black jism
explode into her.....she could feel all of his African tadpoles
invading her body as his black lips sucked the remaining juices from
her mouth. Her body was limp yet still impaled on an African cock.
The theater show had long ended but she never saw it since the
beginning. What she did see was what a lustful African could do with a
young white girl. Motumbi then picked Dana up and carried her limp
white body back to her tent.
After they arrived he laid her on the mattress while undressing her.
As he removed his shorts she lay there gazing at him astonished at just
how black this African man was with the lamplight flickering on his
chiseled body. His manhood was still large but soft from her
seduction. Motumbi sat down along side of her as he spoke of things
about him and his country. His voice was deep and soothing and Dana
was enjoying the moment. Then, slowly defying gravity his large black
cock began to rise again. It was jet black with a smooth texture and
pulsating veins. "Dana, my little white maiden, I will make you a
woman tonight," he announced.
Dana had already been invaded but she would soon be in store for being
ravaged for hours. Little did she know that Motumbi's fellow
counselor, Atomda, had followed them to her tent to speak with Motumbi
about the next day's program. Dana was alarmed at first but Motumbi
told her to remain calm. "Dana, it is an African custom that we men
share our prize possessions with our best friends and you will gain
much joy because of this." "But I thought you were my personal
counselor," she protested. " Shiii, now girl. You do not want to
dishonor my friend do you?"
Atomda unfastened his belt buckle and his shorts slid to the ground.
Dana was now starring at another erect black cock which was fresh and
had not yet been in a white girl tonight. Atomda had never had a white
woman before. He almost shook with excitement gazing at this blonde
beauty and her naked body. Quickly he kneeled down on the mattress as
he could hardly wait since he was so horny to bust a nut. His strong
black hands grabbed Dana's calves and pulled her to him. Dana could
do nothing but lie there and watch this black African and his throbbing
charcoal black dick impale and rape her. She had plenty of juices and
sperm in her so Atomda's cock slid into her as his black body leaned
over and covered her. Motumbi sat there and grinned as he watched her
little white face peek out from under Atomda's black neck and
shoulder. Her mouth was open and again her eyes wide with a
questionable look as another black African lustfully grinded between
her legs. It was only minutes before he spewed his load into her
belly.
Both black men then took turns in dropping their African loads in Dana
late into the night. Her legs became so weak from orgasms that the two
Africans had to hold her lifeless legs up so they could penetrate and
spew more of their African cum into her. Her belly was full of
African jism. They had even sandwiched her as her wide blue eyes froze
in fear while one African held her head and forced her mouth onto his
cock as the other African thrust his black cock deep into her belly.
Before daylight the two drained Africans left her sprawled on the air
mattress as she succumbed to sleep. She was certainly now oblivious to
the jungle sounds of the night. She had been viciously black fucked or
as locals would say, "Africanized" and little did she know, also
African bred.
During this night Dana's younger sister, Candy, also experienced her
introduction to Africa lust. As the next three days unfolded all of
her siblings would fall victim to the dark side of African lust. Each
one would experience being Africanized in a similar yet provocative
way.
Africa is a mysterious continent where in many countries there is a
hatred for the white man. Yet, the unspoken reality is that white
wives, daughters and young sons are more than welcomed to satisfy a
boiling African lust for white flesh. The black Africans try and
separate them from their parental control but in some instances it even
becomes an entire family affair. The remaining events of this saga
will be told to you if I find there is interest by the readers to learn
more about the dark side of Africa.....and the Hart family.
White daughters Africanized
Part one.
I worked in several African countries from 1974 to 1982 as an energy
exploration advisor. Due to my expertise my services were courted by a
number of wealthy and ruling African leaders. I witnessed many things
during my tenure there because I had access to places that almost no
white man was allowed to see. This continent is rich in numerous
cultures and history but there is a very dark side that the
international press has been negligent or afraid to report on.
European and American technicians were drawn to Africa due to rich
contracts and with a number of them their families were invited to
follow.....especially the young white wives and daughters.
This story is based on n actual event in Nigeria around 1980. I was
not present at this retreat but had worked in the area and personally
knew some of the African men involved along with the Hart family that
fell victim to this bizarre event. It was almost a year later before
T. Hart, a close friend, and his second oldest daughter confessed to me
just what really happened during that retreat. Both were unaware but I
also taped over two hours of the conversation during that evening at my
home. I was surprised at how mature and descriptive Candy, his
daughter, was in her sexual accounts and in relaying the actual
descriptive experiences of her sisters and two other girls that were
there.
There is not time now to explain but the entire Hart family was truly
Africanized during his time in Nigeria including his wife. I've kept
this story private from print until recently but using my literary
license I wanted to share this story due to it's revealing aspects of
African lust. Although some names are real most of them have been
changed to protect the individuals involved
It always amazed me as to why white families coming to Africa were so
ignorant of the possible dangers that afforded them in a land they did
not know. They were at first naïve to the cultural differences but
more alarmingly did not do research to know about black African lust
for their wives, daughters and sons. This was a fact and many families
eventually found themselves trapped in a situation they could never
imagine. During this time Algeria was controlled by a man known as
Shagari, who like many African rulers, had short terms in and out
power.
T. Hart and his family lived in a villa just north of town and I worked
with him back in 1979 to 1981. He had three young daughters and a son.
The son was a twin to the youngest daughter...both blonde and
innocent. His oldest daughter was in her second year of college and
had only dated sparingly because of her father's strict hand.
T. Hart had only been in Algeria for six months and his family moved in
with him the third month. It was on a Monday that Hart received a
notice from his boss, Marombi, that there would be a summer outing
for four days and that all sons and daughters over twelve years of age
from ex-pats would be required to attend. It was as in his words "a
way to experience the country's heritage and to bond to their new
host country." Little did the Hart family know what type of bond it
would be.
Hart and his wife were only too grateful to comply with the outing and
prepared their family for the event. It was going to be in a camp
next to the water fall about fifty kilometers from town where the Harts
innocently took their daughters and son to the campground. Once
there, the black African guards let them in and guided them to the main
center. Hart was surprised as to why armed guards were at the gate but
after they informed him that they were there to secure the safety of
foreign citizens he felt more at ease. Several black women and men
came out smiling and friendly to meet them and introduce themselves a
counselors. The Harts felt more comfortable and followed as they were
escorted to help their daughters and son place their bags in the
respective tents which was to be their lodging for the four day
retreat. The large camp was segregated into several inclusive
sections. The younger children were housed in nice cabins while the
older teens and young adults were housed in tents. Both areas had
their own programs and activities. There was much more stricter
supervision for safety in the younger area. T. Hart and his wife
finally left after the dinner that was provided for the families
knowing that he had to be at work early the next day.
The events that transpired are upsetting and if you are a minor / under
age then close this program immediately and read no further. If you
are someone that does not want to read explicit and interracial sexual
atrocities then go elsewhere.
After the camp dinner and introduction services Dana and Candy returned
to their tents while the twins were escorted to their cabins. Dana,
the oldest of the Hart daughters, had wanted her sister Candy to be her
tent mate but due to odd camp rules only one person to a tent was
permitted. That seemed strange since this was a stand up 8 x 8 foot
tent with only a 3 x 6 foot air mattress on the ground. The tents were
not even close to one another, they were perhaps 30 to 40 meters apart
along a wide path amongst the trees and large plants. Must be their
ways she thought although a bit scary. It was about nightfall when she
heard the camp intercom system announce the beginning of the African
dance program being held in the outdoor theater. She dressed in her
colorful sunflower dress and put her make up on. Dana was excited
being away from her parents and anticipating this adventure.
An accented voice interrupted her as she was finishing. "Miss Dana,
are you ready for the festivities tonight? And, may I enter?"
"Who is it?" Dana replied. " I am Motumbi your personal
counselor and am here to escort you to the festivities."
"Yea...sure, I am ready," she said. The tent flap pulled back and
this very dark and tall African entered the tent bending over not to
scrape the tent top. Dana was a bit nervous in that she was alone with
a very black man but as he smiled his demeanor seemed friendly and he
politely asked her to follow him. His big black hand reached out and
softly held hers as he guided her along the path with the oil lamps
giving assistance to the path. "How long have you been in our
country," he asked. "Three months," she replied. "You are
going to enjoy my land and it's heritage. That is what this retreat
is about. To introduce young visitors to the joys of Africa."
Motumbi was clad in white shorts and a shirt that tightly adorned his
muscular body. Dana, as a woman could not help but notice his frame
including the bulge in his shorts but denied the strange feeling she
had as they walked the path. She had only had sex a few times with her
college boyfriend. Why was she feeling excited being led down a path
with a man in his mid thirties, not to mention, a very black man.
They arrived at the outdoor camp theater and the show was beginning.
Dana looked around for her sisters but did not see them. Motumbi
suggested that they seat themselves in the very far rear on the knoll
amongst the trees where they could view the dancers yet enjoy the cool
African breeze. As the show began, Motumbi pulled a rolled cigarette
from his pocket and lit it up. He deeply inhaled it and looked over to
Dana. "Please share this with me, it is an African custom that helps
to enjoy festivities." Dana, although surprised, had smoked pot
several times before so not wanting to offend her counselor she placed
it to her lips. This herb tasted much different from what she had
experienced before and she inhaled the sweet aroma with him sharing it.
After only a few minutes into the program the stage lights seemed to
glow more colorful and the area they were in became darker. Motumbi
positioned himself behind her and asked her to lean back against his
knees for comfort. It was cooler and she felt a chill so her back
leaned against his legs felt comfortable. Slowly his black hands held
her shoulders and he guided her to the melodic sounds of the steel
drums. Dana was absorbed in the sounds yet somewhat stimulated in that
this older black African was touching her. She thought to herself,
"my father would be appalled that a black African was even touching
me like this. Yet he was well spoken and polite." Still, she felt
safe and at ease along with enjoying the show.
Shocking at first, she felt his black lips kiss her neck while his hand
softly brushed against her breast as he placed his left arm around her.
Motumbi knew that this young white maiden was high on smoke as he
whispered into her ear. "Are you feeling good and enjoying the
show?" he asked. "Yes, but I feel strange and cannot explain
it," She replied. Dana was certainly high and enamored with being a
woman in the presence of a mature man that seemed to respect her but
she was also experiencing a an excitement in her body that alarmed her
and she was not sure how to cope with it. "Oh gosh, this is getting
serious and I hope I have not teased this black man into thinking I
want to be with him." she thought. "Dana, just relax and let your
mind wonder to the sounds of the music and pretend you are an African
maiden," Motumbi softly said.
Dana was tense yet the herb she had inhaled seemed to ease her fears
and strangely induced excitement at her being with an older man yet a
very black man. Chill bumps adorned her arms. Slowly Motumbi let his
knees spread part and guided her to lean back on him. In a deep voice
he asked, "Have you ever been loved on by a black man?" At first
Dana was alarmed but she wanted to appear as a grown woman. Being high
and aroused she unfortunately muttered, "No, not until now."
The African then knew that this young white maiden with long blonde
hair was his to have and he slowly slid his other hand under her dress
resting it between her legs. Much to his surprise she had no panties on
but it was a flowing dress and she had apparently preferred coolness.
His black fingers touched her vagina opening as Dana nervously squirmed
in his grips. "Please," she protested, "don't do that, there
are people near." Motumbi replied, "Girl, no one can see us up here
and you did say "not until now" did you not. " "But my father
would be shocked with me being fondled by a black African." "Your
father is not here and I can sense that you are aroused by my touching
your body," the African insisted. She felt a tingling sensation as
his black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling
her breasts. Her legs slightly opened became heated and wet as a couple
of black fingers found their way into her love canal. Her heart was
racing and her mouth was dry. This was frightening yet so stimulating
being in the grips of a charcoal black African as she was asking
herself, "why am I doing this....why?"
"Dana," he said, "turn around and sit on my lap." His muscular
arms held her up and turned her as her dress flowed over and covered
his legs and lower body. He removed his shirt as Dana now saw his
muscular chest and abdomen. She did not know that before he had turned
her that he had also released his black manhood from his shorts. As
she relaxed her knees and sat on him she felt his throbbing black cock
rubbing against her. "Oh my gosh, this can't be happening...no...I
can't let myself go this far....I feel excited but shouldn't,"
she nervously thought. Dazed and high she looked into his black eyes
and became hypnotized by this older black man.
The drum music seemed to almost intensify as she felt his black manhood
searching for her opening. As his hand held her from behind a sudden
thrust allowed the head of his black shaft into her. He pulled her up
to his chest and slowly let her down as she felt his cock find its way
a few inches into her vagina. Dana gasped as her mouth and eyes opened
wide. Slowly it slid deeper as she became alarmed that she was being
impaled not only on a black African cock but a bare one with absolutely
no protection. She could feel the throbbing veins of pure black meat.
She tried to break free but his strong muscular arms held her tight.
"Please, this has gone too far....I'm afraid....please stop....it
hurts, oh oh oh ooooh....its too big for my...oh oh oh nooooo........oh
my gosh, oh my gosh, oh oh ohhhhh."
Although the music was loud Motumbi covered her mouth with his black
hand to quite her protests and moans as her blue eyes were wide with
pain and anxiety. His other arm down her back with his hand holding
her bottom as he guided her up and down as his black shaft working its
way deeper into her. Her arms held his large black shoulders for
support as she gasped feeling the pain of being stretched by his
pulsating black cock. Dana was now a captured white maiden and
shockingly her white body began shaking as the first orgasm shot
through her and her juices began lubricating his cock. Now the pain
lessened and soon his shaft had penetrated completely into her. She
was captured and impaled on his black manhood as he thrust harder.
Motumbi released his hand from her mouth and replace it with his mouth
as his tongue danced in her throat as her eyes grew large again.
Although mesmerized by what was happening Dana could only imagine how
her father would react to seeing his girl not only being fucked by this
big black African yet her mouth being sucked by him at the same time.
Now he was fucking this white girl with long and hard thrusts while she
moaned as her head was bobbling up and down. Dana's eyes were glossy
and she was slobbering from the excitement of her belly being filled
with such a large black dick. Another orgasm shot through her as she
weakened and collapsed into him. He slowly rolled her over and pulled
her dress top down with his black chest pressing against her bare
breast. The large African now covered her body. The ground was soft
which helped her absorb his muscular weight. Her white and pale legs
wrapped around his black buttocks as he rutted her vagina. Sweat
poured from his body as his thrusts were harder and grinding into her.
Dana was in orgasmic joy but she suddenly pleaded with him not to cum
in her. "Please don't cum in me, please don't....pleaseee."
This only made Motumbi even more excited knowing he was going to spew
into a lovely blonde white girl and give this squirming creature his
African jism. He could hold it no longer. Motumbi's body begin to
shake and she felt his shaft grow even larger and more rigid almost
splitting her in half. Her legs shook in the air with another orgasm
riffling through her. Then suddenly she felt ounces of black jism
explode into her.....she could feel all of his African tadpoles
invading her body as his black lips sucked the remaining juices from
her mouth. Her body was limp yet still impaled on an African cock.
The theater show had long ended but she never saw it since the
beginning. What she did see was what a lustful African could do with a
young white girl. Motumbi then picked Dana up and carried her limp
white body back to her tent.
After they arrived he laid her on the mattress while undressing her.
As he removed his shorts she lay there gazing at him astonished at just
how black this African man was with the lamplight flickering on his
chiseled body. His manhood was still large but soft from her
seduction. Motumbi sat down along side of her as he spoke of things
about him and his country. His voice was deep and soothing and Dana
was enjoying the moment. Then, slowly defying gravity his large black
cock began to rise again. It was jet black with a smooth texture and
pulsating veins. "Dana, my little white maiden, I will make you a
woman tonight," he announced.
Dana had already been invaded but she would soon be in store for being
ravaged for hours. Little did she know that Motumbi's fellow
counselor, Atomda, had followed them to her tent to speak with Motumbi
about the next day's program. Dana was alarmed at first but Motumbi
told her to remain calm. "Dana, it is an African custom that we men
share our prize possessions with our best friends and you will gain
much joy because of this." "But I thought you were my personal
counselor," she protested. " Shiii, now girl. You do not want to
dishonor my friend do you?"
Atomda unfastened his belt buckle and his shorts slid to the ground.
Dana was now starring at another erect black cock which was fresh and
had not yet been in a white girl tonight. Atomda had never had a white
woman before. He almost shook with excitement gazing at this blonde
beauty and her naked body. Quickly he kneeled down on the mattress as
he could hardly wait since he was so horny to bust a nut. His strong
black hands grabbed Dana's calves and pulled her to him. Dana could
do nothing but lie there and watch this black African and his throbbing
charcoal black dick impale and rape her. She had plenty of juices and
sperm in her so Atomda's cock slid into her as his black body leaned
over and covered her. Motumbi sat there and grinned as he watched her
little white face peek out from under Atomda's black neck and
shoulder. Her mouth was open and again her eyes wide with a
questionable look as another black African lustfully grinded between
her legs. It was only minutes before he spewed his load into her
belly.
Both black men then took turns in dropping their African loads in Dana
late into the night. Her legs became so weak from orgasms that the two
Africans had to hold her lifeless legs up so they could penetrate and
spew more of their African cum into her. Her belly was full of
African jism. They had even sandwiched her as her wide blue eyes froze
in fear while one African held her head and forced her mouth onto his
cock as the other African thrust his black cock deep into her belly.
Before daylight the two drained Africans left her sprawled on the air
mattress as she succumbed to sleep. She was certainly now oblivious to
the jungle sounds of the night. She had been viciously black fucked or
as locals would say, "Africanized" and little did she know, also
African bred.
During this night Dana's younger sister, Candy, also experienced her
introduction to Africa lust. As the next three days unfolded all of
her siblings would fall victim to the dark side of African lust. Each
one would experience being Africanized in a similar yet provocative
way.
Africa is a mysterious continent where in many countries there is a
hatred for the white man. Yet, the unspoken reality is that white
wives, daughters and young sons are more than welcomed to satisfy a
boiling African lust for white flesh. The black Africans try and
separate them from their parental control but in some instances it even
becomes an entire family affair. The remaining events of this saga
will be told to you if I find there is interest by the readers to learn
more about the dark side of Africa.....and the Hart family.
White daughters Africanized
Part one.
I worked in several African countries from 1974 to 1982 as an energy
exploration advisor. Due to my expertise my services were courted by a
number of wealthy and ruling African leaders. I witnessed many things
during my tenure there because I had access to places that almost no
white man was allowed to see. This continent is rich in numerous
cultures and history but there is a very dark side that the
international press has been negligent or afraid to report on.
European and American technicians were drawn to Africa due to rich
contracts and with a number of them their families were invited to
follow.....especially the young white wives and daughters.
This story is based on n actual event in Nigeria around 1980. I was
not present at this retreat but had worked in the area and personally
knew some of the African men involved along with the Hart family that
fell victim to this bizarre event. It was almost a year later before
T. Hart, a close friend, and his second oldest daughter confessed to me
just what really happened during that retreat. Both were unaware but I
also taped over two hours of the conversation during that evening at my
home. I was surprised at how mature and descriptive Candy, his
daughter, was in her sexual accounts and in relaying the actual
descriptive experiences of her sisters and two other girls that were
there.
There is not time now to explain but the entire Hart family was truly
Africanized during his time in Nigeria including his wife. I've kept
this story private from print until recently but using my literary
license I wanted to share this story due to it's revealing aspects of
African lust. Although some names are real most of them have been
changed to protect the individuals involved
It always amazed me as to why white families coming to Africa were so
ignorant of the possible dangers that afforded them in a land they did
not know. They were at first naïve to the cultural differences but
more alarmingly did not do research to know about black African lust
for their wives, daughters and sons. This was a fact and many families
eventually found themselves trapped in a situation they could never
imagine. During this time Algeria was controlled by a man known as
Shagari, who like many African rulers, had short terms in and out
power.
T. Hart and his family lived in a villa just north of town and I worked
with him back in 1979 to 1981. He had three young daughters and a son.
The son was a twin to the youngest daughter...both blonde and
innocent. His oldest daughter was in her second year of college and
had only dated sparingly because of her father's strict hand.
T. Hart had only been in Algeria for six months and his family moved in
with him the third month. It was on a Monday that Hart received a
notice from his boss, Marombi, that there would be a summer outing
for four days and that all sons and daughters over twelve years of age
from ex-pats would be required to attend. It was as in his words "a
way to experience the country's heritage and to bond to their new
host country." Little did the Hart family know what type of bond it
would be.
Hart and his wife were only too grateful to comply with the outing and
prepared their family for the event. It was going to be in a camp
next to the water fall about fifty kilometers from town where the Harts
innocently took their daughters and son to the campground. Once
there, the black African guards let them in and guided them to the main
center. Hart was surprised as to why armed guards were at the gate but
after they informed him that they were there to secure the safety of
foreign citizens he felt more at ease. Several black women and men
came out smiling and friendly to meet them and introduce themselves a
counselors. The Harts felt more comfortable and followed as they were
escorted to help their daughters and son place their bags in the
respective tents which was to be their lodging for the four day
retreat. The large camp was segregated into several inclusive
sections. The younger children were housed in nice cabins while the
older teens and young adults were housed in tents. Both areas had
their own programs and activities. There was much more stricter
supervision for safety in the younger area. T. Hart and his wife
finally left after the dinner that was provided for the families
knowing that he had to be at work early the next day.
The events that transpired are upsetting and if you are a minor / under
age then close this program immediately and read no further. If you
are someone that does not want to read explicit and interracial sexual
atrocities then go elsewhere.
After the camp dinner and introduction services Dana and Candy returned
to their tents while the twins were escorted to their cabins. Dana,
the oldest of the Hart daughters, had wanted her sister Candy to be her
tent mate but due to odd camp rules only one person to a tent was
permitted. That seemed strange since this was a stand up 8 x 8 foot
tent with only a 3 x 6 foot air mattress on the ground. The tents were
not even close to one another, they were perhaps 30 to 40 meters apart
along a wide path amongst the trees and large plants. Must be their
ways she thought although a bit scary. It was about nightfall when she
heard the camp intercom system announce the beginning of the African
dance program being held in the outdoor theater. She dressed in her
colorful sunflower dress and put her make up on. Dana was excited
being away from her parents and anticipating this adventure.
An accented voice interrupted her as she was finishing. "Miss Dana,
are you ready for the festivities tonight? And, may I enter?"
"Who is it?" Dana replied. " I am Motumbi your personal
counselor and am here to escort you to the festivities."
"Yea...sure, I am ready," she said. The tent flap pulled back and
this very dark and tall African entered the tent bending over not to
scrape the tent top. Dana was a bit nervous in that she was alone with
a very black man but as he smiled his demeanor seemed friendly and he
politely asked her to follow him. His big black hand reached out and
softly held hers as he guided her along the path with the oil lamps
giving assistance to the path. "How long have you been in our
country," he asked. "Three months," she replied. "You are
going to enjoy my land and it's heritage. That is what this retreat
is about. To introduce young visitors to the joys of Africa."
Motumbi was clad in white shorts and a shirt that tightly adorned his
muscular body. Dana, as a woman could not help but notice his frame
including the bulge in his shorts but denied the strange feeling she
had as they walked the path. She had only had sex a few times with her
college boyfriend. Why was she feeling excited being led down a path
with a man in his mid thirties, not to mention, a very black man.
They arrived at the outdoor camp theater and the show was beginning.
Dana looked around for her sisters but did not see them. Motumbi
suggested that they seat themselves in the very far rear on the knoll
amongst the trees where they could view the dancers yet enjoy the cool
African breeze. As the show began, Motumbi pulled a rolled cigarette
from his pocket and lit it up. He deeply inhaled it and looked over to
Dana. "Please share this with me, it is an African custom that helps
to enjoy festivities." Dana, although surprised, had smoked pot
several times before so not wanting to offend her counselor she placed
it to her lips. This herb tasted much different from what she had
experienced before and she inhaled the sweet aroma with him sharing it.
After only a few minutes into the program the stage lights seemed to
glow more colorful and the area they were in became darker. Motumbi
positioned himself behind her and asked her to lean back against his
knees for comfort. It was cooler and she felt a chill so her back
leaned against his legs felt comfortable. Slowly his black hands held
her shoulders and he guided her to the melodic sounds of the steel
drums. Dana was absorbed in the sounds yet somewhat stimulated in that
this older black African was touching her. She thought to herself,
"my father would be appalled that a black African was even touching
me like this. Yet he was well spoken and polite." Still, she felt
safe and at ease along with enjoying the show.
Shocking at first, she felt his black lips kiss her neck while his hand
softly brushed against her breast as he placed his left arm around her.
Motumbi knew that this young white maiden was high on smoke as he
whispered into her ear. "Are you feeling good and enjoying the
show?" he asked. "Yes, but I feel strange and cannot explain
it," She replied. Dana was certainly high and enamored with being a
woman in the presence of a mature man that seemed to respect her but
she was also experiencing a an excitement in her body that alarmed her
and she was not sure how to cope with it. "Oh gosh, this is getting
serious and I hope I have not teased this black man into thinking I
want to be with him." she thought. "Dana, just relax and let your
mind wonder to the sounds of the music and pretend you are an African
maiden," Motumbi softly said.
Dana was tense yet the herb she had inhaled seemed to ease her fears
and strangely induced excitement at her being with an older man yet a
very black man. Chill bumps adorned her arms. Slowly Motumbi let his
knees spread part and guided her to lean back on him. In a deep voice
he asked, "Have you ever been loved on by a black man?" At first
Dana was alarmed but she wanted to appear as a grown woman. Being high
and aroused she unfortunately muttered, "No, not until now."
The African then knew that this young white maiden with long blonde
hair was his to have and he slowly slid his other hand under her dress
resting it between her legs. Much to his surprise she had no panties on
but it was a flowing dress and she had apparently preferred coolness.
His black fingers touched her vagina opening as Dana nervously squirmed
in his grips. "Please," she protested, "don't do that, there
are people near." Motumbi replied, "Girl, no one can see us up here
and you did say "not until now" did you not. " "But my father
would be shocked with me being fondled by a black African." "Your
father is not here and I can sense that you are aroused by my touching
your body," the African insisted. She felt a tingling sensation as
his black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling
her breasts. Her legs slightly opened became heated and wet as a couple
of black fingers found their way into her love canal. Her heart was
racing and her mouth was dry. This was frightening yet so stimulating
being in the grips of a charcoal black African as she was asking
herself, "why am I doing this....why?"
"Dana," he said, "turn around and sit on my lap." His muscular
arms held her up and turned her as her dress flowed over and covered
his legs and lower body. He removed his shirt as Dana now saw his
muscular chest and abdomen. She did not know that before he had turned
her that he had also released his black manhood from his shorts. As
she relaxed her knees and sat on him she felt his throbbing black cock
rubbing against her. "Oh my gosh, this can't be happening...no...I
can't let myself go this far....I feel excited but shouldn't,"
she nervously thought. Dazed and high she looked into his black eyes
and became hypnotized by this older black man.
The drum music seemed to almost intensify as she felt his black manhood
searching for her opening. As his hand held her from behind a sudden
thrust allowed the head of his black shaft into her. He pulled her up
to his chest and slowly let her down as she felt his cock find its way
a few inches into her vagina. Dana gasped as her mouth and eyes opened
wide. Slowly it slid deeper as she became alarmed that she was being
impaled not only on a black African cock but a bare one with absolutely
no protection. She could feel the throbbing veins of pure black meat.
She tried to break free but his strong muscular arms held her tight.
"Please, this has gone too far....I'm afraid....please stop....it
hurts, oh oh oh ooooh....its too big for my...oh oh oh nooooo........oh
my gosh, oh my gosh, oh oh ohhhhh."
Although the music was loud Motumbi covered her mouth with his black
hand to quite her protests and moans as her blue eyes were wide with
pain and anxiety. His other arm down her back with his hand holding
her bottom as he guided her up and down as his black shaft working its
way deeper into her. Her arms held his large black shoulders for
support as she gasped feeling the pain of being stretched by his
pulsating black cock. Dana was now a captured white maiden and
shockingly her white body began shaking as the first orgasm shot
through her and her juices began lubricating his cock. Now the pain
lessened and soon his shaft had penetrated completely into her. She
was captured and impaled on his black manhood as he thrust harder.
Motumbi released his hand from her mouth and replace it with his mouth
as his tongue danced in her throat as her eyes grew large again.
Although mesmerized by what was happening Dana could only imagine how
her father would react to seeing his girl not only being fucked by this
big black African yet her mouth being sucked by him at the same time.
Now he was fucking this white girl with long and hard thrusts while she
moaned as her head was bobbling up and down. Dana's eyes were glossy
and she was slobbering from the excitement of her belly being filled
with such a large black dick. Another orgasm shot through her as she
weakened and collapsed into him. He slowly rolled her over and pulled
her dress top down with his black chest pressing against her bare
breast. The large African now covered her body. The ground was soft
which helped her absorb his muscular weight. Her white and pale legs
wrapped around his black buttocks as he rutted her vagina. Sweat
poured from his body as his thrusts were harder and grinding into her.
Dana was in orgasmic joy but she suddenly pleaded with him not to cum
in her. "Please don't cum in me, please don't....pleaseee."
This only made Motumbi even more excited knowing he was going to spew
into a lovely blonde white girl and give this squirming creature his
African jism. He could hold it no longer. Motumbi's body begin to
shake and she felt his shaft grow even larger and more rigid almost
splitting her in half. Her legs shook in the air with another orgasm
riffling through her. Then suddenly she felt ounces of black jism
explode into her.....she could feel all of his African tadpoles
invading her body as his black lips sucked the remaining juices from
her mouth. Her body was limp yet still impaled on an African cock.
The theater show had long ended but she never saw it since the
beginning. What she did see was what a lustful African could do with a
young white girl. Motumbi then picked Dana up and carried her limp
white body back to her tent.
After they arrived he laid her on the mattress while undressing her.
As he removed his shorts she lay there gazing at him astonished at just
how black this African man was with the lamplight flickering on his
chiseled body. His manhood was still large but soft from her
seduction. Motumbi sat down along side of her as he spoke of things
about him and his country. His voice was deep and soothing and Dana
was enjoying the moment. Then, slowly defying gravity his large black
cock began to rise again. It was jet black with a smooth texture and
pulsating veins. "Dana, my little white maiden, I will make you a
woman tonight," he announced.
Dana had already been invaded but she would soon be in store for being
ravaged for hours. Little did she know that Motumbi's fellow
counselor, Atomda, had followed them to her tent to speak with Motumbi
about the next day's program. Dana was alarmed at first but Motumbi
told her to remain calm. "Dana, it is an African custom that we men
share our prize possessions with our best friends and you will gain
much joy because of this." "But I thought you were my personal
counselor," she protested. " Shiii, now girl. You do not want to
dishonor my friend do you?"
Atomda unfastened his belt buckle and his shorts slid to the ground.
Dana was now starring at another erect black cock which was fresh and
had not yet been in a white girl tonight. Atomda had never had a white
woman before. He almost shook with excitement gazing at this blonde
beauty and her naked body. Quickly he kneeled down on the mattress as
he could hardly wait since he was so horny to bust a nut. His strong
black hands grabbed Dana's calves and pulled her to him. Dana could
do nothing but lie there and watch this black African and his throbbing
charcoal black dick impale and rape her. She had plenty of juices and
sperm in her so Atomda's cock slid into her as his black body leaned
over and covered her. Motumbi sat there and grinned as he watched her
little white face peek out from under Atomda's black neck and
shoulder. Her mouth was open and again her eyes wide with a
questionable look as another black African lustfully grinded between
her legs. It was only minutes before he spewed his load into her
belly.
Both black men then took turns in dropping their African loads in Dana
late into the night. Her legs became so weak from orgasms that the two
Africans had to hold her lifeless legs up so they could penetrate and
spew more of their African cum into her. Her belly was full of
African jism. They had even sandwiched her as her wide blue eyes froze
in fear while one African held her head and forced her mouth onto his
cock as the other African thrust his black cock deep into her belly.
Before daylight the two drained Africans left her sprawled on the air
mattress as she succumbed to sleep. She was certainly now oblivious to
the jungle sounds of the night. She had been viciously black fucked or
as locals would say, "Africanized" and little did she know, also
African bred.
During this night Dana's younger sister, Candy, also experienced her
introduction to Africa lust. As the next three days unfolded all of
her siblings would fall victim to the dark side of African lust. Each
one would experience being Africanized in a similar yet provocative
way.
Africa is a mysterious continent where in many countries there is a
hatred for the white man. Yet, the unspoken reality is that white
wives, daughters and young sons are more than welcomed to satisfy a
boiling African lust for white flesh. The black Africans try and
separate them from their parental control but in some instances it even
becomes an entire family affair. The remaining events of this saga
will be told to you if I find there is interest by the readers to learn
more about the dark side of Africa.....and the Hart family.