15 comments/ 270464 views/ 57 favorites Hart Family at an African Retreat By: JonathanT As I mentioned in my previous story, I worked in several African countries from 1971 to 1981 as an engineer and advisor in energy exploration, primarily oil and gas. Although I had traveled in other African countries in the mid 60's and early 90's, most of my hands on experience came from work in South Africa, Nigeria, Kenya and Saudi Arabia. Due to my expertise and reputation, 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 an 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, brother and other white girls that attended the retreat. There is not time now to explain but the entire Hart family was truly "Africanized" during their time in Nigeria. I was unsure if I would share this bizarre story but it reveals little known aspects of just how some white families were preyed upon in several African countries. Ever since the violent killings and molestation of Belgium and other European white nationals in the Congo during the early 1960's, the stage was set to avenge the white man's bungling of dividing African territories. As oil, gas and precious metals became a mainstay of exploration in Africa....black African rulers now began to realize wealth and more power which was followed by greed and corruption. Now the black rulers sought the return of white engineers and tradesmen along with their families accompanying them. What the white families did not know was that some of them would be sexually exploited. Using my literary license I wanted to share this story due to it's revealing aspects of African lust. And no, this does not represent the majority of Africans. Only a sub culture and corrupt men of power. The descriptive nature of my relaying this event may be appalling to some readers while being interesting and titillating to those who have experienced interracial sex. Although some names are real, others 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. At first, they were naive to the cultural differences but more alarmingly did not do research to know more about about possible dangers for their wives, daughters and sons. There was an attraction to white flesh that a number of black Africans had. And, black men found opportune ways of exploiting that. Many families eventually found themselves trapped in a situation they could never imagine. Too bad that the internet was not available years ago. During this time Nigeria was controlled by a man known as Shehu Shagari, who like many African rulers, had short terms in and out of power. He ruled strictly but kept favor with other African power brokers and tribal leaders by supplying them with sexual favors. The most prized were white ex-pat's wives and daughters who were either blackmailed into submission or taken by force. Many wives, daughter and yes, even sons were seduced by the domestics that they hired to work in their homes. It was common to have black African teachers in the township colleges / trade schools prey on their African students as well as the white ones also. It was not uncommon when white girls were fed a black cock after school hours or had their legs split by African cock in a secluded area of the school grounds. Some were submitted to "tutoring" after school at their teacher's home then escorted back to their own home late at night.....or early in the morning. One can only imagine the helplessness and fear of a white father seeing a couple of black Africans return his daughter home as she enters the house with wrinkled clothes and a teary despondent look on her face. Whether for grades, blackmail or from fear, a number of these white darlings were black seduced. Yet, either they or the families kept it secret in order to maintain the father's job security. Some fathers were even jailed if they snitched or created problems. Even more disgusting, a number of fathers eventually found themselves surrendering their wives, daughters and sometimes son to African lust for six and seven figure contracts. It was black African control and the whites knew it. One little known secret of African lust encounters was that of the church and special occasion retreats. These campground events were practiced by a number of African countries that stemmed from early colonization. There were some that had changed from their earlier intent and beginning in the 1960's provided a more dark approach to bonding black and white cultures. True, most all of them practiced a respectful itinerary but there were others controlled by local authorities that expanded their agenda to exploiting white families. As one African counselor once privately admitted to me, " these retreats are not just for bonding various cultures, they are also for breeding white wives and daughters with black African seed." Shamefully, this was indeed true and the following event was witness to that. T. Hart and his family lived in a villa just north of town and I worked with him back in late 1979 for a few months just before his family moved there. He had three young daughters and a son. The son was a twin to the youngest daughter...both blonde, innocent and 18 years old. His oldest daughter, Dana, was 22 years old and in her senior year of college. She had dated since the 12th grade but her father was unaware of her occasional sex life. Candy, a small girl, was a year behind her older sister and had dated sparingly but was still a virgin. T. Hart had only been in Nigeria for six months. In January of 1980 his family left Scotland and moved in with him. It was on a Monday that Hart received a notice from his boss, Buhari, that there would be a summer outing for four days and that all sons and daughters from ex-pats would be expected 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 just what type of bond the some of the Africans had in mind . 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 camping retreat next to the waterfall about sixty kilometers from their home. When Hart returned from work that afternoon, they loaded the van and 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 as counselors. The Harts felt more comfortable and followed as they were escorted to help their daughters and son place their bags in the welcome center. The counselors would later place them in their respective lodgings. The large camp was segregated into two 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 travel early in the morning to another providence to work on a new project. After the camp dinner and introduction services Dana and Candy were led 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 one 3 x 6 foot air mattress on the ground. The tents were not even close to one another, perhaps 30 to 40 meters apart along a wide path amongst the trees and large plants with oil lamps giving lamplight after dark. 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. Dana was surprised by a tapping sound outside the tent. "Who's there," she nervously asked." An accented deep voice replied, "Miss Dana, are you ready for the festivities tonight?" "Who are you," she questioned. "I am Abiola," answered the African. "I am your personal counselor and I am here to escort you to the festivities tonight. Have you had time to get ready?" "Yea...sure, I am ready," she said. Before Dana could walk outside the tent flap pulled back and this very dark and tall African entered the tent. He must have been over six and a half feet tall bending over not to scrape the tent top. Dana was a bit nervous in that all of a sudden she was alone with a very big and black man in her tent. She felt more at ease as he smiled along with his demeanor seemingly friendly. 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 assisted light to the path. "How long have you been in our country," he asked. "Only a month," 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 and customs of Africa." "Where are you from?" Dana inquired. The African let out a warm laugh. " I am from the northern part of this country. My mother was of Yoruba heritage and my father was of the Maasia tribe that lived in Kenya. Rather an unusual mixture and frowned on between tribes but they met during one of my father's business trips and settled here in Nigeria. He is a very successful man and I was blessed with being raised in a loving family along with four brothers and two sisters. I will tell you more later on and would also be honored to know about your family." Abiola was clad in white shorts and a shirt that tightly adorned his muscular body. Dana, as a woman could not help but notice his towering frame including the bulge in his shorts as they walked the path. She was denying the strange feeling she was having. No way could she be feeling excitement in the presence of a black African....no way. She had only had sex a few times with her white college boyfriend. Why then was she feeling excited being led down a path with a man in his mid thirties, not to mention, a very black man. Black men were never appealing to her, especially these African tribesmen as she called them. Dana's father worked for a black owned company but her family had mostly been segregated from blacks living in Scotland. She had never even been in school with blacks until recently here in Nigeria. Perhaps it was due to the feeling that she was on her own and her parents no longer around or that she felt liberated as a young woman. Reassuring herself, she was convinced that being a grown lady of twenty-two, she would be able to take care of her self. They arrived at the outdoor camp theater and the show was beginning. Dana looked around for her sisters and brother but did not see them. Abiola 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, Abiola 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. Abiola positioned himself behind her and asked her to lean back against his knees for comfort. It was cooler and she felt a chill so she let her back lean against his knees while they 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 really 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. Abiola 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. She quickly thought to herself...Oh gosh, this is getting serious and I hope I have not teased this black man into thinking I want to be with him. "Dana, just relax and let your mind wonder to the sounds of the music and pretend you are an African maiden," Abiola 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 Abiola let his knees spread part and guided her to lean back on him. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and looking down noticed that his black hands were on her knees. His wrists were adorned with solid thick silver bracelets that shinned from the show lights. Abiola did not want to frighten Dana but his cock was beginning to harden. As Dana moved back some she suddenly felt his hardness in the small of her back. "Sir, I think perhaps we should sit apart because this may not be appropriate, she said." "Relax miss Dana, in my country a man's excitement is a compliment to a woman." Dana was excited also but also was a bit afraid. The African then ask Dana to close her eyes for a few moments and absorb the music and night air. He moved his left hand to rest on her lap while his other hand slowly slid up and softly held her breast. "Please no, someone may see us and besides, I do not know you," she moaned. 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." Abiola 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," Dana protested. "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 other black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling her breasts. As her legs slightly opened they 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. Dana's toes curled up along with a lump forming in her throat It had only been an hour before that she had never been sexually touched by black hands in her entire life. Yet, here she was being fondled by one of the blackest man she had ever encountered. This was frightening yet so stimulating being in the grips of a charcoal black African. The touch and male presence was certainly dominating but here she was letting a very dark black man rub on her body. She could call out for help yet she was enjoying this moment of capture. Silently, Dana was asking herself, "why am I letting this happen ....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 somewhat 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, please don't, uh uh uh ...oh oh ohhhhh." "Quite girl," we don't want to make too much sound. You wouldn't want to have your parents find out that their young daughter has had black flesh inside her...would you?" "Oh my God, I can't believe that I have a blue black cock inside me. Here I am being taken by a black African without a rubber on....this isn't right...you've got to stop...this is dangerous... my father would kill me," she pleaded. Although the music was loud Abiola covered her mouth with his black hand to quite her protests 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. Hart Family at an African Retreat Ch. 02 As previously revealed, Dana was Africanized that first night during the four day retreat at Niga Falls near the more famous Owu Falls. During my conversation with Hart and his daughter, Candy, it became even more eerie to hear what had happened with her that first night and how Candy had lost her innocence to black African lust. Although Dana was more inviting as to her seduction, Candy was more reluctant during her submission to black African cock and it scarred her mind for years to come. From my notes and recordings with Candy I wrote the following sequence of events that occurred during that first day at the retreat along with their initial arrival to Africa. Candy was the second oldest at 20 years of age among the Hart children and definitely the apple of her father's eye. She was a small girl only 4'11" tall and weighed barely 90 pounds. Her sister, Dana, was light honey blonde but Candy was almost white blonde and she wore her hair in two flowing ponytails. Her eyes were almost turquoise and she had a few light freckles on her cheeks. It was only one month ago when she arrived in Nigeria with her mother, sisters and brother. Although all were stunning in appearance it was Candy that drew many of the stares from the black Africans in the air terminal. Although just fresh out of junior college she looked much younger in appearance and was such a contrast to the culture that she had stepped into. Candy was pleased with the smiles and greetings from various black employees as they strolled through the concourse and into the main terminal. Little did she know that many of those stares had a hidden African lust behind them causing many of these black men's cocks to harden just looking at this beautiful little girl. She was certainly a prize catch for any black man, especially rich Africans who would pay handsomely for a chance to spread her virgin legs. As stated previously in the first story, Hart and his wife left the campground heading for home after the dinner. Dana and Candy as were the twins were escorted to their respective lodgings. Candy and her sister Dana were assigned to tents about 250 meters from the pavilion where their luggage had already been placed for them. Candy was in a tent about 40 meters from her sister's tent but further away. She was so excited in that this was the first time she had been camping since her membership in Girl Scouts. After reading the brochures, and making her bed she changed clothes and eagerly went to find her sister's tent but Dana was not there. She then briskly walked along the lamp lighted path to join in the opening festivities. The program was vibrating with the dances, drums and music. Candy had never seen something so exciting as this especially without her parents present. There was so much excitement in the African dances. It lasted until around 9:30 at night and afterwards the young ladies were joined by personal counselors and invited to learn African dance steps and moves. All the counselors were black and ranged from 20 to 45 years of age. Although some of the white girls attending were experienced with these retreats, most of them were naïve as to possible interactive relationships between counselors and attendees. It was advertised as an introduction to African culture but the deep hardened truth was that some of these African men that came from well to do families, had paid Nigeria's ruler handsomely for a chance to perhaps rut with young white girls. It was suppose to be discrete but it would prove to be more volatile. Even one bad incident can scar an event like this. What eventually happened here would become scandalous and it took bribes and a lock on the local press to conceal it. After the main program a number of the girls became tired and chose to return to their lodgings but Candy wanted to experience the dance lessons and to see if she could find her sister. "Miss Candy I presume," a strong voice announced from behind her. Candy turned was shocked at what seemed like a black giant to her. "I am Afolabi of Zulu descent and have been assigned as your personal counselor." Afolabi was 6'6" tall, lean and muscular with blue- black skin. Although 41 yrs old he was well conditioned. Candy seemed like a dwarf to this tall African and it was intimidating. "Do not let my size frighten you little blonde princess. I will take good care of you and this retreat will be of utmost joy to you." Afolabi was saying nice things while his mind was thinking otherwise. He had never seen such a thing of beauty. Her beautiful face, shapely small body, white blonde hair along with being very young and innocent in appearance. With his giant frame looking down on her she appeared to him almost a child. The horrid truth is that in some African countries there is no underage law upheld and the taking of underage girls is a delicacy. This African was fantasizing that thought about Candy. Candy was unaware that prior to this event, files and photos of all the white families invited to this retreat had been reviewed by a few notable Africans and there was a secret bidding held to assign counselors to certain daughters and sons invited to camp. Afolabi had personally paid handsomely for this luscious white prize and intended to get his money's worth with or without her consent. The African dance class was soon over and was followed by a regular dance format of disco and slow dancing. After several fast beat dances, music to a slow dance came on and Afolabi took Candy's hands and pulled her to him. Candy had never danced with a black man let alone close and touching one. Feeling his arms slide around her back and waist then pressing her against him made her nervous. He was so tall that the top of her head barely reached his chest. As she looked up she noticed that his dark eyes were affixed on her and almost hypnotized her. "Mr. Afolabi, please do not hold me this close. My father would not approve and I feel uncomfortable doing this." "Relax little girl, this is just part of your introduction to bonding with African culture and there is no harm intended," Afolabi replied. His words seemed assuring until Candy began to feel a hardening in the African's crotch area against her chest. My God, she thought. This man is becoming sexually aroused and behind his white shorts something black and big is rubbing against my chest. This can't be happening. Please, no. He held her tight as his black cock was almost bursting out of his shorts. The more Candy squirmed the more she felt it throbbing between her breasts. The African then reached under her arms lifting her up and again held her close while they danced as Candy grew even more frightened. Candy struggled and pushed the African away as she regained her footing ending the dance. "I apologize Mr. Afolabi, but I'm tired and also feel uneasy about this. Besides, I need to find my sisters and see if they are okay." "I mean no harm girl. If you are referring to the bulge in my shorts, that's only natural and in Africa it is a compliment, not a threat. You have much to learn about our ways and culture. Go then and I will see you for the next activity." Little did Candy know what he meant by the "next activity." It was late into the night as the full moon helped the lamp lights glow on the path leading to her tent. Not halfway there she heard the moans of a girl coming from a counselor's hutch. Curiously, she approached the hutch and peeked inside. Shockingly, she saw the small head of a very young British girl gasping as a black African man held her hands behind her back with one hand while the other hand was on her behind. Her skirt up to her waist and her blouse open, she was lying on her side pressed against him as he was trying to penetrate her. "Please, no, you're cock is too big." she pleaded. "I only wanted to play around with you...I didn't mean to tease you. My parents would just want to die if they knew I was this close to a black man. This is not why I came to this retreat....please, stop." "Shut up girl, your father is not here and you're going to spread those legs and let me have my way with you. After all, you invited yourself after we met at the program tonight. You even rubbed my cock when we danced. Don't tease me. I paid much money to be your counselor and you are mine for the next three days. If you refuse to open your legs I will use your pretty little mouth but you might choke on a cock this size." She was crying and pleading but the black African would have no part in her refusing him. He pressed harder and his black cock pushed her legs apart and with a sudden hump pushed into her vagina. "Oh my, oh my, it hurts....pleaseeee, no," she moaned. The African then placed his hand over her mouth as he began to slowly stroke his black manhood into her. Her head bobbled up and down as her cries were muffled and tears flowed down her cheeks. Candy was horrified. She had never seen a couple having sex let alone such a young white girl being ravaged by a jet- black thrusting African. After only minutes the African rolled over on top of the girl and his black buttocks was in full bore. Her cries became moans as her hands and arms began to wrap around him. The young girl was now enjoying a black cock as her small white legs raised in the air and quivered while she unexpectedly surrendered an orgasm. Then, the black African began violently shaking as he spewed his load of jism into her belly. He released his hand from her mouth and she made no more sounds. Her eyes were glossy and her body limp from the fucking she just had. She was "Africanized" and would be impaled on hard black African cock for the next three days. Candy was shocked at what she saw. This poor girl taken by this black heathen. Nervously, she left, hopefully finding her sister. Candy rushed to her sister's tent. Only 30 meters from it she again heard moans. "Oh, my gosh, Dana is in trouble," she thought. Candy lightly pulled the tent flap back and she became even more horrified. There was her sister, Dana, between two thrusting Africans. One was penetrating her vagina and the other beginning to penetrate her butt. Yet Dana was clutching her counselor's back and neck and kissing him as she moaned....uhhh, uhhh, oh, oh. oh, awh, awh, fuck me, fuck me....ohhhh. Candy, just moments before, had seen her first black seduction but now she was witnessing a white woman in the clutch of and being impaled by two very black Africans. More horrid, this was her SISTER. And shockingly, Dana seemed to really be enjoying it. Candy did not know what to do at this point. Perhaps she needed to find a phone and call her parents to get them out of this place. Yet the pavilion was closed and she did not know where to find a phone. Frightened and unsure what to do she sought the security of her tent and after entering she tied the flaps shut and laid down on the bed. This fun trip had turned into a nightmare, she thought. It was midnight and after a short cry Candy was very tired and soon fell asleep. An hour later a voice spoke, "Miss Candy, are you okay." Suddenly awakened, Candy answered, "who is it "It is your counselor, Afolabi. I come to make sure you are secure and safe. May I enter" Candy was perplexed, not knowing what to do so she got up and went to the tent front. "I'm okay but scared Mr. Afolabi. Please, leave me alone so I can get some rest." "Miss Candy, I sense you are concerned about certain things you may have seen but I need to speak with you and explain so you can feel secure. Besides, I have something that will make you feel at ease and rest better tonight," he insisted. Candy thought, yea I bet. "No, only a few minutes of your time Miss Candy and I will leave," the African promised.. Candy untied the flaps of the tent knowing it was probably futile being only in a tent. Afolabi entered but he only had on his white shorts with no shirt. He also was adorned with an African necklace and bracelets on his right arm. More strikingly, he had a beautiful gold Rolex worn tightly on his left wrist that shined and reflected in the lamplight. Candy, for some reason, had always thought that Rolexes were sexy but never had touched one. Afolabi being 6'6" tall was bent over trying not to hit his head on the tent top. "Miss Candy, please join me in enjoying an African herb that will relax you and make you rest easy through the night." "What is it," she replied. "It is called Juju and is used for medicinal care and relaxation in our country." Afolabi lit up the rolled like cigarette and inhaled it. Candy had never smoked, much less smoked things like pot and was very hesitant to partake. "Please, do not worry Miss Candy. This is harmless and very relished by people of our country," Afolabi insisted. "Okay, if I do smoke some of it will you leave me to get some sleep" Candy replied. "Yes girl, I am only doing this to help you relax," replied Afolabi. Candy took the joint and inhaled it. After abruptly coughing she again inhaled it and tasted the sweet aroma. Afolabi then inhaled it again as he passed it back to her. After several times of inhaling the smoke Candy felt a sudden calm and felt more at ease with the situation. Being in a strange place and at the moment alone with a giant black African was intimidating to say the least but after a few minutes those fears began to fade away. She had tried to push those sights of the young British girl being blacked and her sister being ravaged by two Africans out of her mind but it was still bothering her. Yet, this was Candy's first independent chance to appear as if she was old enough to be responsible and not just a small girl. As she began to feel high and relaxed, Candy asked if she could touch his Rolex watch. Afolabi extended his hand to her while placing his other hand on her shoulder. The touch of his watch felt cool and somewhat exciting to her for some reason as she rubbed the crystal face along with his black hand. Afolabi was pleased that she was more relaxed. "Miss Candy, this tent is so small to my frame. Let us go outside and walk over to the waterfall so I can stretch my legs if you will. I will then explain to you why some things occur in this retreat. Candy was feeling more high by now and the thought of walking through the bush with a black African no longer seemed to concern her. She was enjoying the freedom, the high and now strangely the excitement of being with a real man who was seemingly was guarding her from peril. Yes, he was big, he was black but his voice was caring. Surely this African would respect her she thought. Yes, she was naïve. By the waterfall there was a large trunk tree on a grassy knoll where it seemed so serene and the tall African led Candy to the base of the tree. She was mesmerized by the beauty of the full moon night along with the flowing waterfall. Afolabi knew that the effects of the herb he had given her would grow even stronger. For him, the herb made his lust for this little girl intensify so that again his long stiffened black cock was almost peaking out from the top of his shorts. Candy was unaware of that as she had never been high like this and was just innocently enjoying the serene night and sounds along with the full moon. As Candy gazed at the waterfall the tall African was behind her and draped an arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. Again, as at the dance, she felt his hardening manhood rub against her but she was high and almost hypnotized by the moment. She glanced at the shine of his Rolex as his hand slowly slid back up to her neck slightly touching her breast. His deep melodic voice was soothing as he told her of his homeland and how they wanted to bond with people of other races and cultures. He made her feel like a woman in that he invited her response and listened to her views. Afolabi began humming a tribal tune as he softly held her shoulders swaying her slowly. "You are so lovely, my blonde princess." How do you feel" "I feel strange yet mesmerized by the beauty of the small waterfall and the cool night air," she replied. The tall African could no longer contain himself. He slowly slid his hand into her blouse lightly fondling her breast. Candy calmly protested, "no, please don't. I want to just enjoy being out here," she nervously spoke. "And indeed you will my little girl. Just pretend you are in the jungle and are being held captive by a black African warrior. Pretend that you are tied to this tree and that no one can come to your aid." Although a bit scary, Candy felt a macabre excitement. Her virgin body was feeling a titillation she had never felt. The very idea of being "captured" by a masculine black native was eerie yet made her loins feel hot. Just being alone with a charcoal black man gave her goose pimples. "Mr. Afolabi, I have never felt this strange in my life. I do not even know you....you're a stranger....here I am with a man over twice my age. A very black man at that. Maybe that is why this seems exciting," she nervously stated. "Relax girl, perhaps the herb has opened up a part of you that you never knew. You are no longer a little girl and you may soon feel joys that you would have never imagined," he spoke softly. She felt his arms holding her tighter and the warm breath on her shoulder as he exhaled. Then, Afolabi told her to close her eyes and just stand there, listening to the sounds of the night as he released her. Candy stood at the base of the tree with her eyes closed and forgot about the outside world while she slowly swayed in the cool African breeze. Again, slowly the African's gold adorned arm slid over her shoulder as the other held her hip. She felt him press against her back but shockingly it was different. She abruptly turned and there was Afolabi completely naked with a black cock erect starring her in the face. "Oh my God, no. You promised to take care of me but not like this," she cried. You are too big and too black for an innocent young white girl like me to be alone with like this. Especially naked! Please escort me back to my tent now." "My apologies Miss Candy but as an African tribal man I have never seen a creature so lovely as yourself. From the moment I first saw you, it has been my dream and desire to hold you close and love on you. I will be gentle and make it as bearable as possible until you are no longer a virgin and your juices accept my manhood inside you. Trust me, you will find being loved on by this African a feeling of much joy and sexual pleasure." "Are you crazy Candy yelled. "I thought you were my friend and counselor. Unlike the other Africans....I thought you respected me. Is this why you brought me to the falls So you can just take advantage of me......Please, let me go. My sister has already succumbed to African flesh. I am just a young girl and do not want a black nigger man touching my private parts. Let alone being naked and invading my body. I'm leaving!" Candy quickly tried to side step him and run but Afolabi grabbed her by the waist holding her up and pressing her against the smooth bark tree. Then he pulled up her skirt and began removing her panties as she wiggled helplessly. "Oh my gosh, please don't take my clothes off....no, no. Get your black nigger hand out of my panties!" she shouted. Her racial comment infuriated Afolabi but he smiled with his white ivories gleaming while his hand ripped her panties off and then his black fingers found her vagina, "Ow," she yelped as then two fingers opened her canal while she struggled with her back against the tree. Candy suddenly felt his black finger invasion into her and yelped. "No, no, don't do that....please." It was only a moment after he had pressed his fingers into her that he began guiding his cock between her legs. Her feet were dangling in the air as he held her bottom with one hand and her left leg with the other. Hart Family at an African Retreat Ch. 02 All of a sudden she felt the head of his black cock find her opening and thrust a few inches into her. She squealed. Her hymen was now broken and he slowly pressed more cock into her. Pain shot through her but also an unexpected sexual tingling moment. She yelped out loud. Afolabi whispered, "Shiii, no sounds girl, there could be dangerous animals around and they beckon to sounds in the night. Just place your hands around my neck for support and don't fight me......for your own good. Candy was scared. Not only about wild animals but mostly about this wild African man beginning to deflower her. His black cock was pressing deeper into her and she tried to hold her self up by pulling on his neck but her arms were getting weak and her weight was slowly impaling her on his big cock. Her back rubbed against the tree as her head bobbled up and down. Now her womanly juices began lubricating his rod and he thrust deeper into her inch by inch. Thank goodness her father could not see this strange picture in the wild. His petite young flower being vigorously fucked by a big black African with her limp legs dangling above the ground while his shiny black buttocks rigorously humped her against the tree. Suddenly Candy felt something she had never experienced. Her body begin tingling and her first orgasm erupted as she foamed and slobbered on both sides of her mouth.....her eyes starring into the lusting eyes of her black conqueror as he pushed even more pulsating black cock into her belly. Candy was enjoying this excitement. She would never admit it but being seduced by this African was mind blowing. She was now completely helpless riding his manhood as he bucked up and down. Her weakened arms fell to her side as he tightly held her against the tree. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, you're splitting me in half she cried....please no more, no more, it feels so good but it is hurting also." She moaned. Afolabi was about to explode into this little girl and his throbbing black cock became even more rigid. "Girl, get ready to accept my African jism spewing into your belly.....it's about to cum!" "No, please don't cum in me, please, please...no, please don't cum in me....I'm too young, no, no, no, nooooo," she pleaded in a weakened voice. Her pleas made Afolabi even more excited and he pulled her away from the tree and just stood in open air. His muscular black arms were holding her frail white body as this little blonde girl was dangling up and down on his black cock. More than half of his 10 inches had finally pushed into her. Her legs were shaking as they clutched his buttocks for support from the pain. "Oh my God....please take it out....pleaseeee. You're splitting me in half....it's too big.....Oh, oh, oh, don't, don't, noooo....I can't take this!!! I don't want to be impregnated by a black nigger African. My father would disown me. Oh, please, please, nooooo. Oh my gosh, my gosh. You're starting to spew into me...please No....No, No, nooooo!" Afolabi began shaking and groaning as he began to shout, "I'm cumming, I'm cuming, you is mine now completely, here it comes, here it comes you white beauty...I'm filling you with my African jism....Oh my Lord, oh my Lord I can feel myself spewing into your body. You cums to Africa....Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Like a bolting shot Candy felt him blow his load into her belly and again she erupted in orgasm as her head tilted back and the night stars became blurred from being split on African cock. His cum filled her so that it began sliding down her legs and soon dripped from her ankles. This was indeed a strange sight. Here was a huge black man with a small white girl impaled on his black cock as she became limp, silent and motionless. With his black hands holding her bottom and back, Afolabi then carried her back to his hutch while his softened but still large cock remained buried inside her. Seduced and impaled on African cock she had surrendered as her weakened arms again held his neck and her small white legs wrapped around his black waist for support. Her father would have been horrified at this sight. Seeing the apple of his eye impaled and pumped up and down on a throbbing jet- black cock while the African sucked on her lips. Her small body being pressed against a 6'6" muscular black African as her glossed over turquoise eyes succumbed to the invasion of her virgin body. Then, straddling him for support, with his cock still inside of her, being hurried to the privacy of his hutch. He would be even more infuriated had he listened to her initial sounds of protest replaced by mixed moans comprised of pain and pleasure. Her father would soon see this in person after the entire family became Africanized. Horrifying, as it may seem, he would prosper by the surrender of his loved ones to African lust only to be later addressed. Candy was now Africanized and when they arrived at his hutch he laid her on his bed. Afolabi slid her top off, exposing her young breasts and stood there just admiring the young white body of this small beautiful young blonde creature. Viciously black fucked, Candy was weak along with being very tired. She fell asleep. Afolabi let her sleep for some time as he rested and smoked some more juji. He sat there starring at this so lovely and petite blonde girl and as his large black manhood slowly began stiffening again. After smoking some more herb, Afolabi's black cock became rock hard again. This is what he had previously paid for but never in his wildest dreams imagined that such a gorgeous young white creature would be his. She was awakened when the naked black African laid himself on top of her. "Please, not again," she pleaded. "No, no, please don't put your black nigger dick in me again...I'm very sore and tired. How can I face my father" "Hush my little white child," Afolabi interrupted. "Do as I tell you girl! Open those small white legs while I rub some jelly in you so you can take all of me, as you refer to as nigger dick, in your body. "Okay, now lay back on the mat. I'll go easy on you until your juices are flowing." Again, Candy was scarred as this large black man held her small legs up and guided his cock into her vagina. He then held her wrists above her head with one hand as he gazed into her wide opened eyes. His other hand held her rear. "Please take it out before you cum in me again, please!" she muttered. "Girl, just lay there while I fill you with my black manhood. Oh, my God, Girl...you feel so tight....soooo good, Ahhhh." As Afolabi began to stroke, he laid his chest on her small body. No one could have seen this tiny girl if looking from above. This black African was that big. All one could see was a charcoal body as his black buttocks was began to move up and down while small white legs appeared at times as they quivered in the air. Gasping as her vagina was being stretched by his black pulsating vein hardened cock, her eyes opened wide when his head curled downward kissing and sucking on her mouth with his tongue in her throat. Again, his black body began shaking and then started rigorously pumping as his black arms griped her tight. Candy knew that he was going to unleash his sperm into her again but she was helpless. She could not move from his grip. Finally, surrendering to his lust Candy's legs rose and started shaking in the air as her body began jolting from a huge orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his black buttocks opening herself up. She was now completely giving herself to being split and fucked again under this sweaty black African. Most of his 10" black cock was in her. Her arms tightly griped his black waist as she tilted her head to the side under his chest and starred at the lamp glow on the hut floor. With a sudden jolt she felt his cock swell and harden even more as the black African's cock erupted filling her with ounces of African cum. Her eyes grew wide and rolled back. Her mouth was open again as saliva poured from her mouth. Her arms that had clutched his black waist were exhausted and fell to her sides and her legs slowly slid to rest on the grass mat below. She was full of African spunk and the remaining sperm poured from between her legs as the satisfied African pulled his black cum dripping cock from between her thighs. He slowly rolled over and lay beside her. Candy was truly "Africanized" that night. Little did she know that she would eventually be a willing slave to black cock.....and black bred on African sperm. As for now, she was owned by Afolabi, but eventually even larger black cocks would seek her out in the weeks following her return home. Her father would go ballistic at first but then would be saddled with the threat of losing his high paying job and even his life. He would soon cave in and reluctantly surrender his girls to African lust. The anger would boil inside him as he would watch a limo drive up to their home and several black suitors would come to the door. His daughter's small white hands being held by a large black hand and led to the limo, being caressed, groped while being pulled into the vehicle. He would then hear their squeals of delight as black hands began removing the girl's clothes and then silence as the limo drove away. He knew that before they arrived to their destination there would be black cocks between their young white legs and filled with more African spunk. He knew, yet could not or wouldn't do anything about it. The next day: Early the next morning, the youngest of the family, the 18 year- old blonde twins, Shawn and Tia, finished an early breakfast and were summoned to the pavilion. They were excitingly surprised to learn that they were chosen to be guests on an African safari along with two other young girls. The twins were told it was with the approval of their older sister, Dana, but it was not. Dana and Candy were not aware that the twins were going to be taken on a so called "safari trip". This was not even approved by their parents but apparently was planned by the African camp leader after a large sum of money had changed hands. Not surprisingly, their guides were four very black Africans along with a driver. The two young girls that were first placed in the safari limo were in the very rear with two Africans. One of these girls had been on this trip before and unlike the others, was aware of the trip agenda. She was giggling and sitting on the lap of the tallest black man....squirming around to the delight of him. Young Shawn was coaxed into the safari limo along with his young sister, Tia. They were innocently excited about their unexpected safari trip as they boarded the vehicle. The black Africans sat the two in different row seats. Tia was seated in the third seat behind a tinted glass barrier with an African sitting along side while Shawn was placed in the second row seat with another African. Little did Shawn know that this black African was a pedophile and that this black African had never been this close to a white boy.....at least not until now. Neither, Shawn or his twin sister knew what African lust was. They had no idea as to the possible dark dangers when young white teens are exposed to being alone with black Africans in the absence of their parents....especially in the wilds. The black African's arm was draped around Shawn's shoulder while his bracelet adorned wrist lightly rested on the boy's knee. The deep dark skin of the 28 year-old African was in stark contrast to the blonde haired, blue eyed and creamy white skin of Shawn. This young and naïve lad innocently thought that this black man was just being friendly. The African was friendly indeed, but also excited sitting next to such a pretty morsel as young Shawn. The African was anxious in anticipation to see the retreat gates disappear in the rear view mirror and eager with excitement to make the boy's safari trip pleasurable to both of them. Meanwhile, their sister, Dana, who had been looking for them at the pavilion had approached the exit gate as the vehicle was leaving. She quickly asked one of the guards, "who is that in the limo, sir" "It is several guides taking a pair of twins and two other girls on a safari trip for the day," he replied. Wait! Call them back, please. They do not have permission to do that," Dana shouted with anger. "I'm sorry young lady but they have no communication device with them. Do not worry, they will be back before dark or soon afterwards. They are in good hands, he chuckled." Dana did not like the way he responded, yea, in adult black wandering hands she mumbled to herself. Dana ran after them but the vehicle picked up speed and she stopped about 200 meters down the road. The safari limo continued and disappeared behind a dusty road as Dana's stomach began to feel sick. She was helpless and feared for the young ones, especially her brother and sister. "Oh my God, oh my God, please no....please no, oh please don't let Shawn and Tia be......no please." she moaned. Hart Family at an African Retreat Ch. 03 Part 3 from Jonathan. It was early morning as the safari limo disappeared from site of the retreat compound. Dana, the oldest sister, had tried to stop the vehicle but was unable to. She knew the possible dangers that perhaps awaited her younger brother and sister but for now she could only remain behind and worry about them. Reflecting on her own affair with black male flesh last night, she embarrassingly felt a strange excitement. She was worried yet aroused at the thought of Shawn and Tia being in black hands. "Damn it girl, why am I thinking thoughts about the possible seduction of my bother and sister. Why is it titillating....Damn it....I should be nothing but worried, Dana said to herself." Dana knew that she would again be under her African man tonight and would be lustfully accepting his manhood. Her panties were wet at the thought of it and even shockingly more soaked at the thoughts creeping into her head about Tia and Shawn. As the safari limo was well under way and the remains of civilization disappeared from view, the teenage passengers were all excited as they were now seeing the countryside and before long a few wildlife. The two girls, sisters, in the rear were not as consumed with the view as they were with black hands beginning to fondle them. They had been on this safari before and yearned for the excitement of having older black men love on them. Refreshments had been stored in a cooler and were passed around to everyone not long after they left the retreat. A fruit punch that was very tasty but spiked with rum. All of the teens on this trip had drunk alcohol before but did not notice the alcohol content at first. They would soon. The two girls, 18 and 19, in the very rear were French and lived with their parents in the port city of Lagos. Their father was a sea captain and spent a lot of time away from home. Not only his daughters but his wife as well had black African men spend numerous nights in their home during his absence. These two French vixens knew there would be plenty of sex on this safari and being away from the parents made it even more exciting. They wasted no time in getting their juices flowing. They had been with these two Africans before and were eager to fuck them again. The oldest sister was sitting on the lap of the tallest African as he had his hand under her T-shirt fondling her breast and his other hand inside her unbuckled pants with his finger stroking her vagina. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder and her mouth partially open as she was absorbed in the sexual embrace of this black man. She could feel his stiffened manhood under her and his heavy breath on her neck. The other sister was lip locked with her black man and his hand had also found it's way to her vagina. Luckily, the noisy sound of the vehicle drowned out the sounds of the two girls sensual moans. A curtain dividing the rear compartment kept them out of view from Shawn and Tia. Shawn was seated next to the black African in the second row seat. He was thrilled with seeing a herd of gazelles running about a 150 meters east of their vehicle. The African was thrilled also but his excitement was sitting next to such a pretty young lad with blonde hair and small frame. He began pointing out different plants and a few animals to Shawn as he had placed his left hand on Shawn's knee. Shawn only thought of it as being attentive and friendly. The black African's thoughts were different and touching the white creamy skin of this morsel was delightful. Meanwhile, Tia was seated next to a black African in the third row seat. She too was being counseled on the various sites. The African had his arm on top of her seat with his right hand slightly touching her shoulder. As she looked away hat the window his eyes were undressing her. He had sex with an older white woman once before but she was nothing compared to a girl this young and so lovely. "Miss Tia, I'm going to smoke some herb to clear a headache. Would you care to join me?" "Oh, no...I do not smoke. But thank you anyway, she replied. The African pulled out what looked like a ring size cigar and lit up. He also gave one to the African sitting next to Shawn. After only a few minutes, the smoke began building up in the vehicle. Tia was beginning to cough a bit. "Sir, please roll your window down further. I cannot breathe properly." "My apologies miss Tia. After a couple of more puffs I will put it out." An hour had passed since they had left the retreat. They slowed down and turned onto a dirt road leading into a low hills landscape. Tia and Shawn were becoming light headed and feeling a bit tipsy from the smoke and the fruit drinks. Tia was just talking away and giggling when the vehicle hit a big bump in the road. Everyone sort of bounced up and as Tia was jarred, she inadvertently put her hand on the lap of the African sitting next to her. Her hand found a hard penis that was more than accepting. Embarrassed, Tia quickly removed her hand from his lap. The African laughed. "Did you find something you did not expect?" "I am so sorry...I did not mean to touch you like that. It was very improper but truly an accident. Please forgive me," she replied. "I will only forgive you if you put your hand back," he countered. The African then held her shoulder and gripped her hand pulling it back to his lap. He pressed her right hand against his hard erection and leaned over with a slight kiss on her on the neck. "Please don't, please. I'm not that kind of girl. I've never touched a black man before and my parents would hate me if I did." Tia was feeling the herb's second hand smoke along with the drink. Here, she was sitting next to a very black African and away from home. Her thoughts were mixed in that she was becoming aroused yet fearful of this man and what he might expect. Then again, she was also feeling the burning in her loins from her hand pressed against his hardness. She was certainly not innocent of sexual activity as her family had thought but the thought of this muscular charcoal black man holding her and pressing her hand against his erection was very erotic. Never in her life did she think a black man would excite her. No way. But, she did not try and remove her hand. Instead, her fingers began to grip the hardness bulging in his pants. The African griped her right shoulder harder. Tia was also aroused by the shiny gold Rolex snugly on his left wrist. A beautiful watch in contrast to such a black arm. Tia had always had a fetish for gold jewelry....especially bracelets or a gold Rolex. Tia had felt only two cocks in her life but they were white and not very large. The largest was with her former boyfriend who had seduced her several times. Tia nervously whispered: "You appear to have a big penis. Do most Africans have penises as big as yours?" Tia couldn't believe she said that. "No, miss Tia. That is a myth but my father was big and I inherited a rather large manhood," The African proudly replied. The African then unzipped his pants and out popped a long hard jet- black penis. Tia was shocked. "Please, don't do that....my brother might look back....this is too weird. You need to stop. This is not what I expected on a safari." The African whispered back. "Miss Tia, if you turn around and pull the curtains back you will see the other two girls are enjoying their African men." Although afraid of what might occur, Tia slightly pulled the curtain back and then almost gasped at what was going on. One girl had a black cock in her and the other girl was giving head. "Oh my gosh, what type of safari is this," Tia nervously asked. "It is a safari and we will see animals in their habitat but we also invite whites to our habitat and culture," the African replied. Tia was even more confused but could not help but be aroused by what was going on behind her. The African then placed his hand on her jaw and looked into her eyes. "Young girl, I am not here to harm you but I want to bond with you and share with you things that you never imagined." "I certainly never imagined this. A black man with his penis out of his pants and holding me tight against him....no way," Tia replied. The African slowly extended his left hand around her shoulder and begin to tug at her shirt. Tia, although alarmed, watched as his black hand unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt and softly creep inside. She was not wearing a bra so his hand found her white breast quickly.She was mesmerized at the crystal reflections of his watch as he slowly began to fondle her. "Oh my gosh, this can't be happening....I'm sitting here and allowing a black African to touch my breast," she muttered. Then she felt his right hand begin rubbing between her legs. "Please, you've got to stop. This is not right and my brother will see this. I do not know why I have let this get this far....please release me...please. "Your brother is going to be taken care of by my friend. He will be no threat. He too will have a black sexual experience...he just doesn't know it yet." Tia nervously replied, " That African with him is gay?....Oh my gosh...Shawn has never had a man touch him before." "He will have it soon and will enjoy it," the African replied. Then something she never imagined....Tia placed nervously placed her hand on his penis. It began to grow harder and she held it in amazement. "It's so black and big...I cannot imagine a woman taking that inside of her," Tia sheepishly said. As she held his manhood, the black African pulled her closer to him and placed his lips on hers. Tia wiggled nervously in his grasp. The African held her tightly while his hand slipped further into her pants. Black fingers pushed into her vagina. "This is so wrong...please quit, pleaseeee. My parents would die if they saw this," Tia whimpered. With two black fingers in her womanhood and a black hand holding her breast, the African began kissing her cheek and then his black lips moved to her mouth. Tia jerked but his mouth smothered her and his tongue crept into her as she stared into his eyes. Tia was becoming wet and being kissed by this black buck while holding his penis was overwhelming. It was then that Tia surrendered to the taboos of being absorbed by black flesh. As a woman, although very young, her sexuality over powered her common sense and she was becoming resigned to being black fucked. The sisters in the rear had wasted no time. One of them was now facing and straddling the tall African on the seat. Her pants were off and his black cock was buried deep in her bottom. Her arms were around his neck with her fists clinched from the initial pain of his hardness. Soon her juices were flowing and the pain went away. She moved up and down milking his erection. The African soon leaned back on the seat pulling her down with him and pushed even deeper into her body. Her sister had her lips locked around the shaft of the other African as his tongue lapped her vagina. Both were on a stimulated high and about to fuck when he shot his load. With this African it was only the beginning. Her last encounter with this black African had gone on for most of a night. Shawn had been so into watching the landscape he had forgotten about his sister Tia. When he heard his sister gasp out loud, Shawn turned and look over the seat at his sister. The African was kissing her as she was stroking his manhood. A big black cock with a small white hand holding on. "What the hell is going on Tia?" "Shiii, do not be concerned with your sister. She is enjoying being with a black man. He is not harming her," the African next to him directly stated. "But she is my sister and I have never seen her do anything like this," Shawn nervously replied. The African next to him stated," all the girls on this trip are going to enjoy the company of black Africans. They are not forced to accept black lust, they desire it once they are exposed to it. Your sister is no different. Your other sisters back at the retreat are enjoying black African sex also." Shawn was confused. "Well why was I brought on this safari? I am a boy." The African put his arm around Shawn pulling him close to him. "You are here to satisfy my passions. I am very attracted to you." His black hand began to rub Shawn's crotch. "Are you gay. Are you trying to have sex with me?" Shawn nervously replied. "Listen to the moans and groan of your sister and the other girls. They are enjoying the lust of black men. I'm not trying to have sex with you....I'm going to have sex with you and you will enjoy it, trust me." The African un-buckled Shawn's shorts and pressed him back down on the seat. Shawn could not believe that he was feeling excited being held by a man, especially a black man. He knew there was nothing he could do to avoid this man lusting on him. He was even more perplexed that he was getting hard from the dark black hand stroking his penis. Within a minute the African had Shawn's penis in his mouth. Shawn then twisted to turn and look between the seats. Shockingly, he saw his sister lip-locked with the other black African as her pants were dangling from one of her ankles. The African was on top of her. Her legs were shaking and trying to grip his buttocks as he was stroking his black dick into her. Tia was holding on to his bare shoulders while her eyes were closed and mouth wide open. She was panting yet begging him not to cum in her. "Please take it out, pleaseeee. You're too big...it hurts. please don't cum in me....I'm not on the pill and I don't want a baby...Oh, oh, oh, Oh...you're harder....no, no, ....Oh my God....you're going to cum into me....nooooooo." Th black African ignored her pleas as he grind his black dick in her loins. Although a bit painful, Tia's body was adapting to his large manhood and all of a sudden an erupting orgasm shot through her. Her small white legs then unlocked and then began shaking. Tia let out a groan as another orgasm shot through her. The black African had her impaled and began to spew his jism into her belly. "Oh, oh, my gosh, you're spewing in me! You're splitting me. Oh my gosh, oh my God," Tia gasped. The African's charcoal buttocks was in full bore and thrusting hard as he drained himself into her young white body. Her body became limp as the black African drained all of his spunk into her. Tia was soaked with his sweat and the African slowly pulled his black dick form her loins. Tia was unaware that another black cock would be invading her now lubricated vagina. The driver would soon be on top of her also and shoot his load into her young body. Shawn got even more excited as he watched his sister being blacked. He needed a release also. The African holding him was more than willing to oblige. Holding Shawn's wrists, the African again put a lip lock on his penis and began sucking him. At first alarmed, Shawn began to feel a strange pleasure as the African had his way. It was eerie but listening to his sister's moans and being held down and sucked on was over whelming. It did not take long before Shawn's penis erupted and shot a wad into the African's throat. The African had also placed a finger into Shawn's anus and was stroking him. There was more to come. The safari limo had already stopped. The area was secluded and quite. The only sounds about were those that came from the vehicle. The African driver and guard exited and then climbed back into the rear section. For the next hour the vehicle appeared to shake a bit. Not surprising since there were eager black dicks pounding white bottoms. A few squeals, shouts and moans drifted outside and into the wilds. It would be the beginning of a long day and night in the African wilderness. Lives would be changed and for these Africans....their lust for white bodies would be more than satisfied. One never knows the unexpected events of an African safari. Especially if you are young and white. Hart Family at an African Retreat 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 further into her. She was captured and impaled on his black manhood as he thrust harder. Abiola released his hand from her mouth and replace it with his mouth as his tongue danced on hers. Her teary blue eyes grew large again as she gazed into dark eyes while his large black nose breathed heavily. Her shoes had fallen off and her toes dug into the dirt and grass. 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 as her mouth was 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 cock. 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 begin to wrap around his black buttocks as he rutted her vagina. Sweat poured from his charcoal body as his thrusts were harder and grinding into her. Dana was in orgasmic joy but suddenly she regained her senses and pleaded with him not to cum in her. "Please don't cum in me, please don't....pleaseee." This only made Abiola even more excited knowing that 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. Abiola's body begin to shake and she felt his shaft grow even larger and more rigid almost splitting her in half. Once more, she tried to pull away but was helpless under his massive size. She was impaled on a large black throbbing cock that wasn't about to pull out. Again she pleaded, "please don't cum in me, please....I am not on the pill and I don't want to get pregnant.....especially by a black man. My father would disown me." Dana could no longer avoid the inevitable. She was frightened yet her body was smoldering with sexual excitement. His black lips again covered her mouth as her wide blue eyes became glossy and saliva again rolled down her cheek. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back. As she peeked from under his black shoulder at the starry sky, she was anguishing as to why she was letting this African fuck her....and bareback to boot? The African suddenly let out a moan and again thrust harder as her legs began to rise in the air and shake with another orgasm riffling through her. "Please, please don't cum in me...noooo." Abiola could hold it no longer, "Girl, I cums in you, I cums in you, arhhhh. Suddenly, his body stiffened and his arms griped her like a vice as he pushed all he had into her wet vagina. Helpless, she then 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. A bolting orgasm ran through her body as her lips were pressed to his and his dark eyes starring at hers. Her legs and feet wrapped around his black buttocks surrendering to black lust. As her belly was being filled with his African cum.....she almost fainted from the excitement of giving all of herself to this black African. Dana had truly been black fucked or "Africanized" as some might say. Abiola rolled over still holding her to him. Her body was limp yet still impaled on an African cock as his cum rolled down her thighs. Both of them lay there and each knowing that this was a seduction that would neither would ever forget. 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. Abiola 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. Abiola sat down along side of her as he spoke of things about him and his country. His voice was deep and soothing and although nervous, 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 even more black lust. Little did she know that Abiola's fellow counselor, Otomda, had followed them to her tent to speak with Abiola about the next day's program. Dana was alarmed at first but Abiola 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?" Otomda unfastened his belt buckle and his shorts slid to the ground. Dana was now starring at another erect black cock that was fresh and had never been in a white girl. Otomda 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 her. She had plenty of juices and sperm in her so Atomda's thick cock slid into her as his black body leaned over and covered her. Abiola just sat there and grinned as he watched her little white face peek out from under Otomda's black neck and shoulder. Her mouth was open and again her eyes wide with a questionable look as another black African lustfully grind between her legs. It was only minutes before he spewed his load into her belly. Both black men rested and smoked herb. Later that night they took turns dropping their African loads in Dana on her back, her knees and on her side. Her legs became so weak from orgasms that the two Africans had to hold her weak 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 while one African held her head feeding her black 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 same night Dana's younger sister, Candy, would also experience her introduction to Africa cock. 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 there 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 Hart family learned this all too well.