Refugees Blacking White Girls
This is a love story about white women madly in love with African migrants. Refugees from another continent have the breeding qualities white women desperately look for and need. In the name of harmony and fighting oppression, white women of Black Pine offer their bodies to comfort Africans. This story occurs after Meredith's Intensive Black Studies Program Part 5 (Final Edit) and before Nicky becomes a racial justice warrior Part 2.
Each time an African migrant beds a white women, it is a victory over the weaker, white race. It is a beautiful union between two from different cultures. Celebrating the natural order of the strong conquring the weak, the image of black cock penetrating white pussy represents strength, power, and bliss. The ignorance of white racism, sponsored by its males, are defeated as the impotent fools they are.
Meredith,
was a petite women in her late 20's with dark black hair past her shoulders. She was blessed with a beautiful pair of breasts, larger than average for a woman petite as her. Once a boring, prim and proper housewife, she had embraced black and African culture after taking an intensive black studies course offered the local chapter of the Black Power Movement. She renounced monogamy and opened her mind, body, and legs to the black men of Black Pine.
Basui,
was an African migrant who made home at the Migrant Hotel. He was a tall and handsome and young, about 20 years old. With his lean, muscular features, his chiseled look made Meredith attracted to him. Meredith and picked him out during a rally held at a city park. With the irresistible drive to mate with a strong, alpha male, Meredith needed sex and seduced Basui giving him everything he deserved. Basui moved into Meredith's house and made home into the master bedroom. This at the expense of Jake's humiliated ego.
Jake,
was Meredith's husband. He was a boring man around 30 years old. When at work, he wore short-sleeve shirts and a striped ties everyday at his boring job that didn't aid to help solve societies ills including white intolerance. When Meredith became enlightened, thanks to the help of strong black men, he became a cuckold. To save his marriage and whatever white ego was left, he offered his love to racial harmony by licking the cum from his wife's pussy inseminated by black men.
Late night,
in the master bedroom of Meredith's house, Basui was in control. With heavy breathing, Meredith laid naked beneath him. With her ass up, she struggled with the feeling of her pussy stretching wide at Basui's aggressive thrusts. Meredith looked at herself in the mirror across the bed appreciating the image of an African ravaging a white woman, taking her as a prize. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" yelled Meredith. She needed more punishment for being white. "Fuck my white pussy! Fuck me, Basui!"
Basui was generally quiet and in command. Braced up on his fists, he lifted and dropped his body weight on Meredith's pale ass looking to get off. He looked around the bedroom decorated in tapestries, candles, fragranced with incense. He then lowered his head and bit into Meredith's neck and began whispering into her ear, "I own your white body. This is your place in African's bed." Meredith rolled her eyes, "This is your pussy. This is your bed." she whispered back. Basui looked up feeling the power and excitement in his loins wanting more, more pussy. "Aaaagh! Fuck white people. Fuck your race!" he said in his dominant accent. Meredith squealed in delight at the Basui's words. "Gawd, yes! Fuck me up!"
Basui lifted and rolled Meredith on her back. She put her heels over his strong, muscular shoulders. The African didn't wait long, his hardened cock ached to be gripped by wet, hot, pussy. Penetrating her again, Meredith arched her back celebrating the African's conquest of her body. Basui chanted words in his dialect. It could be loosely translated as "You're a white slut! You're good only for fucking!". After the many days in Basui's bed, Meredith's drooling and replied to her lover in his dialect. She replied roughly translated, "Me, slut. You own my pussy."
Basui began growling loud as Meradith opened her mouth and eyes wide moaning at the ceiling. Basui leaned in and grunted a chant, "Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" Having experienced Basui's cock many times, she knew the ritual. She was offering another piece of her white soul having already given her body and marriage to him. "Oh, Basui! I'm white! Please fuck me!"
Basui only replied by pushing his cock into Meredith and grunting "Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!"
"Oh gawd! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" cried Meredith. She would cry louder when Basui found the energy to drop several sticky loads of cum into her womb. A relieved smile came to the migrant's face when his thick, throbbing member squeezed out every tense drop into his lover. Meredith turned her head looking shocked, worn, and used. Her body shook in the waves of powerful orgasms feeling the heat of Basui's sexual fluids filling her. Basui got on his knees and pulled out his manhood from Meredith's stretched, wet pussy. The empty feeling withdrawing from her femininity saddened Meredith and she let out a half grunt, half groan. She rolled on her side, put her knees together, grabbed one of her breasts and shuddered.
"Oh fuck! Black, motha-fuckin' power!" Meredith mumbled in satisfaction the African had devoured her sexually and racially. Basui laid next to Meredith and wrapped his arm around his waist. He kissed her beneath her ear and demanded, "Feed." Meredith knew it meant time for another important ritual. Meredith nodded, acknowledging the obligation, and looked at her husband and pointed at her pussy as she turned on her back and raised her knees.
Jake had been leaning against the doorway, naked and vulnerable, stroking his aroused penis. He seen everything and was carefully silent other than wild panting from interracial excitement. Jake longed for sex. He needed any sex. At Meredith's direction, he looked to the floor and walked to the bed. Obedient, Jake crawled on the bed not to disturb Basui's place and placed his hands underneath his wife's ass. While Meredith and Basui kissed blissfully, Jake took a deep breath, lowered his head, and made his first lap of cum from his wife's swollen pussy. At the first, he choked at the potent flavor and kicked his head back. With the grace of a stern mistress, Mereidth pulled Jake back between her legs with her left hand. Her tongue never gave up its frantic dance with Basui's. The couple's saliva mixed beautifully and dribbled down each of their chins. The flavor of Basui's cum hit Jake's senses, numbing him. His instict for sex craved more, more, more. And so his tongue went to work, digging into his wife's cunt.
Meredith let out a laugh enjoying the feeling of her husband worshiping her. She looked down at her husband and snickered at him, "Eat my cunt! Taste that migrant cum!" she scolded him, "Fuck-ing cuckold!" Jake knew this was the only sex he would ever get from Meredith. He took the opportunity to lick, kiss, and taste her clit. It didn't matter that it was used and covered with sloppy, African semen. Meredith turned to Basui and whispered to him, "You're fucking awesome! I'll fuck any black man you want."
When Basui went to his feet and walked to his shower, Meredith demanded that Jake stopped enjoying eating her pussy. Jake stood up on his knees on the bed and looked needy and stroked his aching penis. But his wife wasn't sympathetic and too busy staring at herself in the bedroom mirror straightening her hair. Jake exhaled hoping Meredith would take notice. She turned to him, realizing his right hand was giving his dick attention. "What? You want a release?" she said in a flustered tone. "How can you think about yourself after a beautiful African just used your wife." she muttered. In a crackling voice, Jake replied, "Please."
"You're a selfish fuck." said Meredith in a slightly disgusted but obviously disappointed voice. Refusing to make eye contact, Meredith asked, "I guess you want to masturbate in front of me?" Jake didn't wait to answer with a nod and a "Huh-uh."
"Okay. Make it fast." said the wife who looked into the ceiling while massaging her breast with one hand and soothing her pussy with the other. Jake gripped his male appendage and stroked it from base to the tip. Again, again, up and down, he leered at Meredith who looked both annoyed and bored. But her tender hands was fondling her fine breasts and he liked looking at her pussy knowing he had tasted her there. He craved and missed looking at his naked wife without having a black, alpha-male in the room. Jake's wife was a picture of beauty and lust. He began stroking faster and was surprised he was climaxing so soon. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” he grunted at Meredith's disgust. “Hurry up and don't cum on me!” she scolded. But Jake need to cum. “I want to join Basui in the shower so I can suck his cock!” Meredith said and that sent Jake over the edge. Dribbles of sticky cum oozed out and poured over his fist. Jake squeezed his eyes so tight, he saw stars in head.
“Look at all that poison.” Meredith said showing no pleasure looking at her husband's semen. “Scoop it up in your hand. Don't leave a drop on our bed sheets!” she demanded. Jake made sure all of the gel was in his right palm or other wise covering the fingers. Meredith scooted near her husband and put her left hand underneath Jake's chin to lift it. She wanted him to look into her serious-looking eyes. “You know you're place with African men, right?” she asked. Jake nodded. “Underneath their feet.” she reminded him. Meredith continued, “You don't know how often I fantasize getting rid of you and giving everything to Basui and have his babies.”
“But, I love you, Meredith.” meekly said Jake.
“You love me?” Meredith asked. “Okay, renounce your race by eating your own cum.”
Jake bobbed his head showing immediate respect for his wife's wish. But he hesitated. Meredith didn't want to wait and used her hands to put his mouth and his cum-coated fist together. Jake closed his eyes, opened his mouth and began cleaning his right hand with his tongue. The sharp flavor hit him with shame but he wanted to show his devotion to his wife. Jake cleaned his hand and made sure Meredith could hear him swallow. “Good!” said Meredith, “No way will your white racist making cum ever see the inside of my precious, needy cunt. It's not welcome in my womb.” She scrambled to her feet and gave a slap across Jake's face. “Fuck you and your race, cuckold!” She turned towards the master bathroom showing Jake her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smacked her ass. “This! Belongs to only black men.” Swinging her hips side to side, she disappeared to the shower.
It took Jake a couple minutes to recover. But his knees were aching and he had to shake off the numbing feeling in his legs. He first felt shame and disgust still startled over Meredith's sexual and racial independence. Jake would have left the room if not for the bathroom door left open and the gargled sounds over the muffled noise of the water. Jake walked near the bathroom doorway and looked into the mirror. He could see Meredith on her knees bobbing her head in front of Basui. Slurp-slurp-slurp! Meredith was giving the blow job she wanted to give. Meredith than put her nose underneath Basui's testicles and shook her head while making animal-like growls. Basui looked down and nodded looking proud and entitled.
Jake had long moved beyond jealously or envy. He respected Basui. After all, he was stronger, better, and attractively dark skinned. A superior man, who turned Meredith into confident, happy, and sexually fulfilled woman. The things he could not do. “Lick my black balls, white girl!” demanded Basui. He wouldn't dare think to say something like that to his own wife. Meredith looked determined to do her duty pleasing the African. “You ... a slut!” Basui jeered.
Meredith lifted her head and replied, “Yes! Yes! I'm a slut and I'll do anything for you!” Jake left the bedroom leaving his wife with the stronger man.
The following morning,
after the sun burnt the fog, was a busy morning for Meredith and Basui. The rally, a gathering of refugee supporters, would start early and held at the Migrant Hotel. It was important to Basui to visit his room at the hotel and not lose it to another migrant. The reserved rooms at the hotel was an entitlement given to them by the city under Mayor Sweet's administration. As Meredith was picking out an outfit appropriate for the event, Basui couldn't help feel the ache in his stiff cock. Normally, he would roll over and put Meredith through the paces and dump cum inside her. He really could have used a blow job and feel racial power over a white woman. But he had overslept and both needed to get cleaned up and dressed and not miss anything.
Located in the city outskirts off a state highway ramp near warehouses and storage buildings, was a large-sized three story hotel. Once run down and on the verge of demolition, was re-purposed to house relocated African refugees. The African migrants, were all in their prime breeding years between late teens and early forties. The Migrant Hotel was financed by city tax dollars and charity from the Black Pine community. “The future is black. The future is African. The future is now!” was the rally's motto.
Meredith drove her domestic-made sedan only because Jake hadn't yet bought her an import yet. Beside her was Basui as they neared the hotel. The parking lot was festive with balloons, tents, and a large bus owned by The Black Power Movement. The event was a rally cry for migrant rights including increased funding. Dressed in a short skirt and a tight blouse, she took Basui by the arm, strolled through the lot, and watched the festivities.
The event was a beautiful utopia of integration of African migrants and caring white women. Housewives, professional women, mature women, college girls, high school girls, all came to show their support for the refugees. There were even women who forced their white boyfriends and husbands to come with them. The white men were fast learners how to behave correctly in a society dominated by Africans. They kept an open mind, closed mouths, and watched their women mingle with one black man after another. Black hands soothed the pale, white skins on every woman making a beautiful and poetic contrast. Not a single woman protested. A makeshift stage was made out of pallets where a women with a large-brimmed hat stood on top of it. The slender, pale-skinned woman in her late thirties took the stage and addressed the crowd.
“Fellow white girls!” spoke the pale woman, “We come here to join hands, spirit, and bodies with our African migrants. They are our heroes and are everything we want in a man. We worship them from head to toe, every inch of their beautiful and fantastic bodies.
“Our migrants have rights to economic, emotional and physical well being. It's our duty, as white women to ensure their needs are met, every single one of them without question or racial hesitation. They're African men, they're black men, give it up … everything!
“To the ladies with a husband or boyfriend. Turn to him and say 'Enough! No more racism!' Find a migrant, speak with him, and lay down with him. Give up your racial pride, your white privilege, and have sex with him. Have his baby and breed. When you two have finished bonding, find another migrant, then another, and another! This is racial justice!
“There are so many good migrants but so few of us. It's our racial obligation to not just have sex with them but recruit other white girls in the city to promote black empowerment.”
The crowd cheered and applauded and wanted more. The Pale Woman was choking up and had trouble finishing her inspiring speech. “I … I beg you ladies, please, oh fuck me! Please ... submit to them by letting the Africans fuck your body, your mind, our life. Oh, gawd! They fucking need pussy so bad!” The Pale Woman stepped back and nearly stumbled off the stage of pallets from emotional exhaustion. She fell into the arms of a pretty, high school senior who comforted her. The sweet, innocent-looking teen promised her body to the migrants and told the Pale Woman, “I'll have sex with a migrant. I want to end racism and have an African baby!” The Pale Woman looked relieved and filled with hope in a future free of white racism and white power enslaving much of the world. “Thank you, dear. Let's share a migrant together!” said the Pale Woman.
Meredith was caught up with the speech, applauded, clapping high over her head. She didn't notice a petite blonde was eyeing Basui. A very attractive blonde who took the speech as a calling to submit to African lust.
She was Penny, extremely cute, slender with strawberry blonde hair. Like Basui was 20 year-old. Penny was wearing a bikini top with tight black yoga pants that showed off her tight, little ass. She spun on her heels to show off her curves to Basui. Putting a finger in her mouth, she used her other hand to squeeze a breast over her top. Basui nodded, the blonde was seducing him to come near. Meredith was too busy applauding to notice.
When Meredith noticed Basui had left her side, he had already was holding both of Penny's hands. She introduced herself and asked, “Would you like to fuck a white slut, like me?” Basui nodded, excited at the idea of fucking a women his age. Penny nodded, “Good, I want you to use me. You deserve white pussy.” Basui couldn't agree more.
Meredith looked left and right before noticing Basui and the blonde girl walking hand by hand through the lot towards the hotel building. Like many in the lot, hook ups were made left and right. White women were being hand picked and spoken for. The few white men left, looked down and retreated to their vehicles. But the rituals preceding the harmony that would follow was little comfort to Meredith who saw her African choose another white girl. Heartbroken, she simply mumbled “Basui?”
The number of women available on the lot were quickly dwindling. For the many African men still left without a woman to breed with needed to team up. Kojo and Matata, roommates, circled Meredith and was attracted to her. They helped themselves and placed hands on her, feeling her ass, legs, and tits. Meredith stood her ground and made sure not to show any resistance. They spoke to each other in foreign dialect and asked if the white girl would do. Being terribly needing for sex, they agreed Meredith would be a fine choice to take back to their room for an African threesome. “White girl, you fuck us?” With a hand cupping her breast and another grabbing her ass, she turned to them and placed each of her hand on each migrant's chest. Feeling abandoned by Basui, she thought to herself, “Yes, I need to do this.” Meredith answered the pair of Africans, “Sure. Of course I'll fuck you both.”
Basui,
taking Penny by the hand, led her into his hotel room. Penny was anxiously scraping the floor with with her shoes waiting for Basui to open his door. When the door was ajar, they were hit with a pillows of smoke that struck their lungs but made them smile. Opening further, Basui pushed the door into darkness only illuminated by the morning sun outside and a handful of candles inside. Stepping inside, the couple's eyes had not yet adjusted and could only use their ears to make out wet, smacking sounds. The pillows of weed drew them in like a Pied Piper. Closing the door behind them, they could make out the union on Basui's roommate's bed.
Lying comfortably naked in his bed, was Kamau. With a large doobie in hand, a white woman was lying on her tummy between his legs bobbing on his large cock. The unexpected visitors didn't phase her and she locked her eyes on her African lover. Kamau was one of the elder refugees at the experienced age of 41. Shaved bald with a 2-day beard, he was lean with rippled chest and abdomen. It was obviously a result from superior genes and a healthy diet free from fast food and high caloric drinks.
“Welcome, brother!” said Kamau to his roommate. Kamau took a deep inhale of weed and puffed another blissful cloud of smoke and offered it to Basui. Basui gladly took a hit and held it between his fingers in front of Penny. Penny leaned forward and inhaled, “Gawd, yes! This makes me so fucking horny!” she said. Between Kamau's legs was a brunette of long, dark hair. She was about 30 years old with a body and attitude suited for pornography. When she didn't have Kamau's black cock in her mouth, she would tap it against her nose and tongue. “I love migrants! I love African men and their big, angry cocks!” she said.
Basui and Penny stepped aside to the other twin bed, kissed passionately and began undressing. They couldn't get naked fast enough as their hands explored each other's bodies. Their tongues danced with each other. Basui was so hot for the little blonde, he began licking her cheeks before biting her breasts and nipples. Penny just took it like a dumb whore and wailed to the ceiling as Basui bit into her. Basui slowly went to his knees and lovingly kissed Penny from her shoulders to her ass. He gave long, pleasing kisses to her flesh. Basui enjoyed every second, every inch of her tight, young body. The migrant guided Penny to sit on his bed and lifted her right leg, taking her foot in his hand and began kissing each toe. Penny let out a pleasing moan with the attention she was enjoying as a women. Offering her body to an alpha male, Basui began licking Penny's bare feet underneath from heel to her little toe. Basui then suddenly spread Penny's legs, lifted her ass with his bare hands, and began eating her pussy. Penny yelped, arched her back and bucked at the feeling of a hot, wet tongue digging into her pussy. “Ah! … Eat my cunt!” she demanded. Basui took his time tasting his new, submissive lover. Penny kept her legs wide offering her body like meat on a silver platter.
Basui then stood and presented his bulging cock, full of blood, to Penny. “Suck African cock.” he told her. Penny tried to make herself look pretty by straightening her hair as she sat with her eyes locked on Basui's large sex organ. “Oh, my gawd!” she said as she gripped it with her left hand and cupped her balls with her right. “It's so fucking beautiful!” Penny whispered before she opened her mouth and began sucking black dick.
Having waited the long morning before getting sex, Basui immediately seethed in triumph. He firmly placed his right hand on top of Penny's head and nodded. He looked over to his roommate, Kamau. Kamau's slut was enthusiastically sucking cock with lots of spit. Basui then looked down at Penny who was treating herself. He pulled his cock away and slapped her cheek with it. Maybe, Basui wanted to remind Penny she was there only for his pleasure. Penny looked surprised, disappointed, but still loyal. With puppy dogs eyes and lips parted she simply stared at her lover waiting for instructions. Basui slapped her cheek again, “smat”, and Penny blinked waiting for more. “Please.” she begged. “Please let me suck African cock.”
Basui agreed and Penny resumed sucking his cock and licking his balls. Basui grunted in masculine pleasure feeling electricity rail up his shaft to the tip of his cock-head. Penny's tongue was wicked, fast, and slippery. She flicked at the tongue before making a loud, slurping sound and pushing his shaft to the back of her throat. “Suck black cock, white girl! Our African tribe owns you. Owns your white ass!” he told her. It was exactly Penny, a black cock slut, wanted to hear. She felt accepted in the migrant community and needed to be put in her place and submit.
As Kamau mounted his lover, making her whine feeling his cock penetrate her, Basui took Penny by the hand and they moved on the bed. At his direction, they went into a 69 position. Basui wanted to taste Penny's pussy more. He was driven in total lust with it and needed to show he owned that pussy and he could do anything he wanted with it. “Eat my pussy, baby! It belongs to your tribe.” said Penny who went back and bobbed her head up and down.
Kamau was in a long, steady pace fucking his woman. Penny straddled Basui, grabbed his cock, and lowered her body, dropping it over his cock until she was penetrated. The cock-head alone made her moan and her eyes popped open. “Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! UUGGH!” Penny had first few inches of Basui's black cock inside of her. No more could would fit. She felt the anxious hands grip her waist. She lifted and dropped, managing getting another inch or two inside of her. “Pussy! Need pussy, slut!” yelled Basui who demanded deeper penetration and rhythm. His cock's need was in control. He violently shook his head left and right like a man in pain needing his drug now. He gripped Penny's hips and bucked his loins to the ceiling. He bucked and Penny moaned. He bucked and Penny squealed. He bucked again. Penny wailed.
Basui's cock penetrated Penny's pussy completely. Penny gasped and her energy evaporated. But Basui bucked again and slapped her ass signaling her to start fucking. Penny started twerking and gasping while she was doing it. “That cock is so fucking huge! So fucking big!” Penny yelled. Meanwhile, Kamau's brunette was on her elbows and knees taking dick from behind. Facing Penny, she called out to her. “Take that black dick, bitch! He needs to fuck you and our race!"
“Fuck my race! End my race!” Penny moaned. The brunette smiled, “That's it whore! We're whores for the migrants!” Penny smiled too and squeezed her breasts, “Yes, I'm a whore for Africans!”
When Penny's knees started to tire, she was put on her belly and Basui climbed on top and laid on top of her. Pushing his cock back inside of her, he began a brutal pace expressing his sexual rage on Penny's little body. Penny was delirious and cock *****. She looked at the brunette just a couple feet away from her. Both girls exchanged looks, each understanding what the other was going through. It wasn't just sex but a reckoning. Their bodies and their race were being used and ravaged.
“Slut … slut … I fuck you now. I fuck you. Slut … slut ...” said Basui who was in 'the zone' and wouldn't stop until he got the release he needed. “Fuck my white pussy, Basui.” said Penny, “I'm here to be used. I exist to serve the black race.”
“Tell me you love black cock!” said Kamau to his white girl. His white girl complied, “I love black cock, baby! I need this!”
Penny began contorting but her movements were restricted due to Basui's weight. She had just had her orgasm and a violent one. She clutched the bed sheets and let out a broken, cracked moan. Both ladies moaned in unison, experiencing the joy of a large black organs inside of them. “White racists! We take everything! We fuck your women! Aaagh!” Basui growled and long, streams of semen shot through his cock like a thick, ice cream shake shot through a narrow straw. Penny squealed having felt every drop fill her womb. She realized she pleased a black man and was very proud of herself. She wanted to cry at the joy knowing he had used her and dumped his semen inside of her. Penny only wanted to lie still and feel Basui's plump cock in her stretched pussy.
Kamau was also lying on top of his girl, proving ownership of her body. The brunette didn't mind and adored the idea. She had never been happier being a slut. Both men crawled up, ending their physical connection with their lovers. Basui slapped Penny's ass and told her to go to Kamau's bed. It was time to exchange girls. Penny bridged the beds until she crawled into the arms of the brunette sitting up and waiting for her. The two women kissed each grabbing the other's breasts. “What's your name, slut?” Penny was asked and she answered, “Penny. What's yours?”
Penny realized how beautiful the brunette who answered, “Dr. Felicia Smythe. But you can call me Felicia.”
“Wow. A doctor … here with the refugees.” Penny wondered.
Felica laughed it off, “Just because I'm an intelligent woman doesn't mean I don't need black cock. After all, they need to fuck us white girls!” she leaned into Penny's ear and whispered, “We need to end the white race. This is the way to do it.”
“Oh gawd, yes! I want that too.” Penny agreed. The girls kissed again and Felicia looked into Penny's eyes and said to her, “I need an office assistant. I think you'd be perfect for it.” When Felicia went into Basui's arms and Penny into Kamau's, the girls knew their morning pleasing the local African tribe was far from over.
Meredith,
escorted by her two migrants, was nearly naked by the time she made it into their room. Kojo and Matata had been lifting her blouse and pulled her mini-dress down to her knees. She stumbled through the doorway and fell on the nearest bed. Kojo raced in and lit up his favorite incense. The only light in the room was through the crack in the curtain from the lone, front window. Matada placed his lips on Meredith's and groped her. It wasn't long until Matata came back, standing naked, to sandwich her and hurried off her clothes.
Meredith, now naked, was pushed onto one of the twin beds. Kojo removed his clothes while Matata jumped on Meredith putting one of her titties into his mouth. Kojo made a prayer in his African language. When Matata, too busy sucking tit, did not pay attention and join, Kojo kicked him in the ass and called him one. Kojo stood, while stroking his bulging cock, and repeated the quick prayer. Meredith sat up, curious at the ritual that was keeping them from sex. Kojo stood near and brushed Meredith's hair. Meredith looked at Kojo, oblivious his cock was staring at her face. Kojo said to her, “We pray Africans will conquer the white race. You are a slut and we sacrifice your body by fucking you.” Meredith nodded understanding the importance of her sacrifice.
With a quick pull of hair, Kojo pulled Meredith's head into his crotch. Already prepared and ready, Meredith opened her mouth and began sucking cock with muffled gags. Matata put his feet on the mattress and stood waving his cock at Meredith. After rubbing his cock against her cheek, Meredith turned to put Matata's black organ into her mouth. Meredith moaned in pleasure with the taste of black cock. The pulling on her hair, the groping of her breasts, made her feel needed, wanted and used. When Meredith started licking balls, the men looked at each other and said to each other that they had chosen a good whore to sacrifice to their race, continent, and way of life. Kojo pushed Meredith on her back and pushed his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Matata went down between her legs and started licking her pussy.
“This is our tribe and you have no rights. You only used for fucking.” lectured Kojo as he pushed his cock in and out of Meredith's mouth. Her gagging only encouraged him. Kojo looked up and groaned enjoying his conquest of another white woman. He grabbed and lifted Meredith's left hand and noticed the wedding band. He kissed her ring finger and spat on the ring itself. “I fuck your marriage to your useless, white husband! Africans own your body and your soul!”
Matata lifted his head, enjoying the flavor of Meredith's pussy, “We own your pussy, white girl!” Meredith didn't argue. She obediently laid on the bed having the men fuck her mouth and eat her cunt. The sweet smell of incense made her fantasize life in an African village living as a sex object. Far from home and civilization, she imagined she would fuck the men of the village as her tribal duty. Young African men, aching to experience sex, would practice on her. The elders, in seeking longevity and virility in life, would take turns with her. When she felt a hard, rubbery tip pushing against her clit, she knew she was going to get fucked. Matata pushed his cock inside, struggling at first due to his girth, but managed to push hard and fully penetrate her. “I fuck white pussy!” Matata cheered himself.
Kojo was pleased at Matata's victory. “Take what belongs to Africa!”
Kojo looked down to Meredith gripping his cock with her left hand. “Whore.” he called her. He was in disbelief how white girls were so useless for anything other than sex. “Keep sucking my cock!” The men agreed to change positions putting Meredith on her hands and knees. Kojo stood behind her smacking Meredith's ass before aiming is cock for her pussy and entering her. Matata put his manhood into her mouth. Meredith enjoyed the taste of her pussy making her feel like a total slut she needed to be. “Dirty, fucking white girl!” said Matata. Kojo mumbled something to his roommate, like, “She's a slut, my black brother.”
Kojo wrapped an arm around her waist and fucked her with short thrusts. He panted and breathed heavy needing the feeling of pussy wrapped around his cock needing to cum. “Good white pussy!” Kojo said to Meredith. Matata reached underneath and grabbed her titties. He moaned loud, “Aaaaahh!” said he and he added, “Good African sex puppet.”
“Use her mouth, my friend.” Kojo told Matata and followed with, “Her pussy good to black cock.”
Matata pulled his cock out and lifted Meredith's chin, “You be good for black cock?” he asked her. Meredith answered truthfully, “Yes … I'll be good for black cock.”
Matata argued for pussy and the two came to a quick agreement. Matata crawled underneath Meredith who climbed on top of him and fucked him cowgirl. But she was pushed down to his chest and Kojo climbed on top. Meredith in the heat of lust, didn't notice her ass was played with and Kojo's hard cock pushed against her tender asshole … then came the push!
“Oh, gawd! Fuck me!” With Kojo's patient and steady push, his cock pushed into her ass. When his cock-head disappeared, he knew the rest would follow. Meredith then experienced a double-penetrated fuck! Having her pussy stretched disguised the pain and discomfort of Kojo's cock. Her moans went unheeded as the men were rightfully selfish for their own pleasure. Matata would sometimes buck so he can push his cock into pussy and feel Meredith withdrawal. Kojo was slow and steady. “You're both so large! It hurts!” complained Meredith. But Kojo was unsympathetic, “We don't care. You and your race are fucked!”
Matata laughed at Meredith's discomfort. But he knew her cries would be muted soon. Meredith's desperate gasps became lustful moans. The two cocks were fulfilling her deep, sexual needs she didn't realize she had. “I'm so fucked!” she cried and African's cheered. For long several minutes, the men continued fucking her. Meredith just laid there and moaned. When she succumbed to an orgasm, she knew her body had betrayed her. She didn't want to say it. She resisted. But their cocks were so powerful full of stamina and strength. “No, I won''t do it.” she told herself. Meredith was determined to keep her mouth shut until it was over.
But it felt too good and she started whimpering. Every masculine thrust filled her with African cock. Every inch of their manhood inside her made her appreciate and love them. With each push the Africans inched towards eliminating white racism. Racial harmony was so close! White women, like Meredith, only needed to surrender.
“Fuck my ass and pussy, I love this!” Meredith moaned, giving her soul to the refugees. “Fuck my racist, white body! I'm so fucking sorry, I'm white!” she begged.
While Matata kissed and bit into her neck, Kojo slapped her ass and told Meredith. “Make you pay for white man's racism. Feel my good, African cock in your ass!”
Matata whispered into Meredith's ear the truth she must hear, “Tribal law, you now our slave. You have no rights. We fuck you.” Then both men chanted in their tongue, “No rights for slut! No rights! Africa strong!”
“Oh, gawd! I am a slave!” Meredith swore. The men growled and cheered. “I love black cocks!” confessed Meredith. The men became more excited and picked up their paces.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” grunted Kojo as Matata gasped then moaned. Each man started spurting their sticky fluids inside Meredith's body. Meredith was relieved that they finally popped and giving her the cum she craved for. The heat in both her ass and womb overwhelmed her and she experienced another orgasmic wave.
When the three rolled over on the bed, sized for one, each breathed heavily. Meredith felt dirty and used and began giggling before drifting into a silent daze not quite realized what had happened to her. “Our race is stronger when we fuck you. We will take power and you will have no use in our tribe other than fucking many us Africans and we breed you.”
Still breathing heavy, Meredith could only say, “I want that too.”
The migrants,
and their needs for sex, were changing the city and growing the influence of black empowerment. Women were never the same after visiting the Migrant Hotel and returned to their husbands taking control of their marriages. No woman ever resisted re-visiting the hotel and bonding with the refugees. A day later, Penny, visited the tattoo parlor inside the Blossom Boutique and showed her dedication to migrant rights by getting inked. Her new boss, Dr. Felicia Smythe, was there to witness and even paid for it. As for Meredith, she sat in front of a mirror working on her makeup. She was dressed in tight black shorts and a midriff shirt. She may have looked cheap but the clothes would easily come off. Meredith made a pledge to herself by looking into the mirror and saying, “I need to be more slutty for my Africans and all my black men. I am their slave and my place is on my knees or on my back.” She stood up off her chair and headed out to the parlor of the White Orchid Power Room, the local whorehouse for the distinguished, black gentleman. Its madam, Zora, was waiting for Meredith and suggested she visit a frequent customer sitting alone at his table. “He needs company tonight.” explained Zora, “But I have to tell you, he really hates white people. He releases his rage by hate-fucking a white girl. He's very, very rough and dominant!”
“Sounds like my type.” smiled Meredith who proceeded to the corner of the room to join the dark, stranger. Zora leaned against the bar and watched the drama unfold between Meredith and her man. They talked for a few moments, about race, no doubt. The couple never smiled and continued a most serious demeanor. The gentleman did most of the talking and Meredith most of the nodding. She took his left hand and began kissing each finger tip before rolling his hand into a fist and started kissing each knuckle. She invited him to grope a breast for which he did. Meredith whispered something in his ear that earned his trust in her. The couple stood and Meredith took him by his hand leading him into the booths through the mysterious curtain.
Zora smiled confidently that Meredith would please him. “Black cocks only.” she whispered.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
This is a love story about white women madly in love with African migrants. Refugees from another continent have the breeding qualities white women desperately look for and need. In the name of harmony and fighting oppression, white women of Black Pine offer their bodies to comfort Africans. This story occurs after Meredith's Intensive Black Studies Program Part 5 (Final Edit) and before Nicky becomes a racial justice warrior Part 2.
Each time an African migrant beds a white women, it is a victory over the weaker, white race. It is a beautiful union between two from different cultures. Celebrating the natural order of the strong conquring the weak, the image of black cock penetrating white pussy represents strength, power, and bliss. The ignorance of white racism, sponsored by its males, are defeated as the impotent fools they are.
Meredith,
was a petite women in her late 20's with dark black hair past her shoulders. She was blessed with a beautiful pair of breasts, larger than average for a woman petite as her. Once a boring, prim and proper housewife, she had embraced black and African culture after taking an intensive black studies course offered the local chapter of the Black Power Movement. She renounced monogamy and opened her mind, body, and legs to the black men of Black Pine.
Basui,
was an African migrant who made home at the Migrant Hotel. He was a tall and handsome and young, about 20 years old. With his lean, muscular features, his chiseled look made Meredith attracted to him. Meredith and picked him out during a rally held at a city park. With the irresistible drive to mate with a strong, alpha male, Meredith needed sex and seduced Basui giving him everything he deserved. Basui moved into Meredith's house and made home into the master bedroom. This at the expense of Jake's humiliated ego.
Jake,
was Meredith's husband. He was a boring man around 30 years old. When at work, he wore short-sleeve shirts and a striped ties everyday at his boring job that didn't aid to help solve societies ills including white intolerance. When Meredith became enlightened, thanks to the help of strong black men, he became a cuckold. To save his marriage and whatever white ego was left, he offered his love to racial harmony by licking the cum from his wife's pussy inseminated by black men.
Late night,
in the master bedroom of Meredith's house, Basui was in control. With heavy breathing, Meredith laid naked beneath him. With her ass up, she struggled with the feeling of her pussy stretching wide at Basui's aggressive thrusts. Meredith looked at herself in the mirror across the bed appreciating the image of an African ravaging a white woman, taking her as a prize. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" yelled Meredith. She needed more punishment for being white. "Fuck my white pussy! Fuck me, Basui!"
Basui was generally quiet and in command. Braced up on his fists, he lifted and dropped his body weight on Meredith's pale ass looking to get off. He looked around the bedroom decorated in tapestries, candles, fragranced with incense. He then lowered his head and bit into Meredith's neck and began whispering into her ear, "I own your white body. This is your place in African's bed." Meredith rolled her eyes, "This is your pussy. This is your bed." she whispered back. Basui looked up feeling the power and excitement in his loins wanting more, more pussy. "Aaaagh! Fuck white people. Fuck your race!" he said in his dominant accent. Meredith squealed in delight at the Basui's words. "Gawd, yes! Fuck me up!"
Basui lifted and rolled Meredith on her back. She put her heels over his strong, muscular shoulders. The African didn't wait long, his hardened cock ached to be gripped by wet, hot, pussy. Penetrating her again, Meredith arched her back celebrating the African's conquest of her body. Basui chanted words in his dialect. It could be loosely translated as "You're a white slut! You're good only for fucking!". After the many days in Basui's bed, Meredith's drooling and replied to her lover in his dialect. She replied roughly translated, "Me, slut. You own my pussy."
Basui began growling loud as Meradith opened her mouth and eyes wide moaning at the ceiling. Basui leaned in and grunted a chant, "Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" Having experienced Basui's cock many times, she knew the ritual. She was offering another piece of her white soul having already given her body and marriage to him. "Oh, Basui! I'm white! Please fuck me!"
Basui only replied by pushing his cock into Meredith and grunting "Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!"
"Oh gawd! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" cried Meredith. She would cry louder when Basui found the energy to drop several sticky loads of cum into her womb. A relieved smile came to the migrant's face when his thick, throbbing member squeezed out every tense drop into his lover. Meredith turned her head looking shocked, worn, and used. Her body shook in the waves of powerful orgasms feeling the heat of Basui's sexual fluids filling her. Basui got on his knees and pulled out his manhood from Meredith's stretched, wet pussy. The empty feeling withdrawing from her femininity saddened Meredith and she let out a half grunt, half groan. She rolled on her side, put her knees together, grabbed one of her breasts and shuddered.
"Oh fuck! Black, motha-fuckin' power!" Meredith mumbled in satisfaction the African had devoured her sexually and racially. Basui laid next to Meredith and wrapped his arm around his waist. He kissed her beneath her ear and demanded, "Feed." Meredith knew it meant time for another important ritual. Meredith nodded, acknowledging the obligation, and looked at her husband and pointed at her pussy as she turned on her back and raised her knees.
Jake had been leaning against the doorway, naked and vulnerable, stroking his aroused penis. He seen everything and was carefully silent other than wild panting from interracial excitement. Jake longed for sex. He needed any sex. At Meredith's direction, he looked to the floor and walked to the bed. Obedient, Jake crawled on the bed not to disturb Basui's place and placed his hands underneath his wife's ass. While Meredith and Basui kissed blissfully, Jake took a deep breath, lowered his head, and made his first lap of cum from his wife's swollen pussy. At the first, he choked at the potent flavor and kicked his head back. With the grace of a stern mistress, Mereidth pulled Jake back between her legs with her left hand. Her tongue never gave up its frantic dance with Basui's. The couple's saliva mixed beautifully and dribbled down each of their chins. The flavor of Basui's cum hit Jake's senses, numbing him. His instict for sex craved more, more, more. And so his tongue went to work, digging into his wife's cunt.
Meredith let out a laugh enjoying the feeling of her husband worshiping her. She looked down at her husband and snickered at him, "Eat my cunt! Taste that migrant cum!" she scolded him, "Fuck-ing cuckold!" Jake knew this was the only sex he would ever get from Meredith. He took the opportunity to lick, kiss, and taste her clit. It didn't matter that it was used and covered with sloppy, African semen. Meredith turned to Basui and whispered to him, "You're fucking awesome! I'll fuck any black man you want."
When Basui went to his feet and walked to his shower, Meredith demanded that Jake stopped enjoying eating her pussy. Jake stood up on his knees on the bed and looked needy and stroked his aching penis. But his wife wasn't sympathetic and too busy staring at herself in the bedroom mirror straightening her hair. Jake exhaled hoping Meredith would take notice. She turned to him, realizing his right hand was giving his dick attention. "What? You want a release?" she said in a flustered tone. "How can you think about yourself after a beautiful African just used your wife." she muttered. In a crackling voice, Jake replied, "Please."
"You're a selfish fuck." said Meredith in a slightly disgusted but obviously disappointed voice. Refusing to make eye contact, Meredith asked, "I guess you want to masturbate in front of me?" Jake didn't wait to answer with a nod and a "Huh-uh."
"Okay. Make it fast." said the wife who looked into the ceiling while massaging her breast with one hand and soothing her pussy with the other. Jake gripped his male appendage and stroked it from base to the tip. Again, again, up and down, he leered at Meredith who looked both annoyed and bored. But her tender hands was fondling her fine breasts and he liked looking at her pussy knowing he had tasted her there. He craved and missed looking at his naked wife without having a black, alpha-male in the room. Jake's wife was a picture of beauty and lust. He began stroking faster and was surprised he was climaxing so soon. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” he grunted at Meredith's disgust. “Hurry up and don't cum on me!” she scolded. But Jake need to cum. “I want to join Basui in the shower so I can suck his cock!” Meredith said and that sent Jake over the edge. Dribbles of sticky cum oozed out and poured over his fist. Jake squeezed his eyes so tight, he saw stars in head.
“Look at all that poison.” Meredith said showing no pleasure looking at her husband's semen. “Scoop it up in your hand. Don't leave a drop on our bed sheets!” she demanded. Jake made sure all of the gel was in his right palm or other wise covering the fingers. Meredith scooted near her husband and put her left hand underneath Jake's chin to lift it. She wanted him to look into her serious-looking eyes. “You know you're place with African men, right?” she asked. Jake nodded. “Underneath their feet.” she reminded him. Meredith continued, “You don't know how often I fantasize getting rid of you and giving everything to Basui and have his babies.”
“But, I love you, Meredith.” meekly said Jake.
“You love me?” Meredith asked. “Okay, renounce your race by eating your own cum.”
Jake bobbed his head showing immediate respect for his wife's wish. But he hesitated. Meredith didn't want to wait and used her hands to put his mouth and his cum-coated fist together. Jake closed his eyes, opened his mouth and began cleaning his right hand with his tongue. The sharp flavor hit him with shame but he wanted to show his devotion to his wife. Jake cleaned his hand and made sure Meredith could hear him swallow. “Good!” said Meredith, “No way will your white racist making cum ever see the inside of my precious, needy cunt. It's not welcome in my womb.” She scrambled to her feet and gave a slap across Jake's face. “Fuck you and your race, cuckold!” She turned towards the master bathroom showing Jake her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smacked her ass. “This! Belongs to only black men.” Swinging her hips side to side, she disappeared to the shower.
It took Jake a couple minutes to recover. But his knees were aching and he had to shake off the numbing feeling in his legs. He first felt shame and disgust still startled over Meredith's sexual and racial independence. Jake would have left the room if not for the bathroom door left open and the gargled sounds over the muffled noise of the water. Jake walked near the bathroom doorway and looked into the mirror. He could see Meredith on her knees bobbing her head in front of Basui. Slurp-slurp-slurp! Meredith was giving the blow job she wanted to give. Meredith than put her nose underneath Basui's testicles and shook her head while making animal-like growls. Basui looked down and nodded looking proud and entitled.
Jake had long moved beyond jealously or envy. He respected Basui. After all, he was stronger, better, and attractively dark skinned. A superior man, who turned Meredith into confident, happy, and sexually fulfilled woman. The things he could not do. “Lick my black balls, white girl!” demanded Basui. He wouldn't dare think to say something like that to his own wife. Meredith looked determined to do her duty pleasing the African. “You ... a slut!” Basui jeered.
Meredith lifted her head and replied, “Yes! Yes! I'm a slut and I'll do anything for you!” Jake left the bedroom leaving his wife with the stronger man.
The following morning,
after the sun burnt the fog, was a busy morning for Meredith and Basui. The rally, a gathering of refugee supporters, would start early and held at the Migrant Hotel. It was important to Basui to visit his room at the hotel and not lose it to another migrant. The reserved rooms at the hotel was an entitlement given to them by the city under Mayor Sweet's administration. As Meredith was picking out an outfit appropriate for the event, Basui couldn't help feel the ache in his stiff cock. Normally, he would roll over and put Meredith through the paces and dump cum inside her. He really could have used a blow job and feel racial power over a white woman. But he had overslept and both needed to get cleaned up and dressed and not miss anything.
Located in the city outskirts off a state highway ramp near warehouses and storage buildings, was a large-sized three story hotel. Once run down and on the verge of demolition, was re-purposed to house relocated African refugees. The African migrants, were all in their prime breeding years between late teens and early forties. The Migrant Hotel was financed by city tax dollars and charity from the Black Pine community. “The future is black. The future is African. The future is now!” was the rally's motto.
Meredith drove her domestic-made sedan only because Jake hadn't yet bought her an import yet. Beside her was Basui as they neared the hotel. The parking lot was festive with balloons, tents, and a large bus owned by The Black Power Movement. The event was a rally cry for migrant rights including increased funding. Dressed in a short skirt and a tight blouse, she took Basui by the arm, strolled through the lot, and watched the festivities.
The event was a beautiful utopia of integration of African migrants and caring white women. Housewives, professional women, mature women, college girls, high school girls, all came to show their support for the refugees. There were even women who forced their white boyfriends and husbands to come with them. The white men were fast learners how to behave correctly in a society dominated by Africans. They kept an open mind, closed mouths, and watched their women mingle with one black man after another. Black hands soothed the pale, white skins on every woman making a beautiful and poetic contrast. Not a single woman protested. A makeshift stage was made out of pallets where a women with a large-brimmed hat stood on top of it. The slender, pale-skinned woman in her late thirties took the stage and addressed the crowd.
“Fellow white girls!” spoke the pale woman, “We come here to join hands, spirit, and bodies with our African migrants. They are our heroes and are everything we want in a man. We worship them from head to toe, every inch of their beautiful and fantastic bodies.
“Our migrants have rights to economic, emotional and physical well being. It's our duty, as white women to ensure their needs are met, every single one of them without question or racial hesitation. They're African men, they're black men, give it up … everything!
“To the ladies with a husband or boyfriend. Turn to him and say 'Enough! No more racism!' Find a migrant, speak with him, and lay down with him. Give up your racial pride, your white privilege, and have sex with him. Have his baby and breed. When you two have finished bonding, find another migrant, then another, and another! This is racial justice!
“There are so many good migrants but so few of us. It's our racial obligation to not just have sex with them but recruit other white girls in the city to promote black empowerment.”
The crowd cheered and applauded and wanted more. The Pale Woman was choking up and had trouble finishing her inspiring speech. “I … I beg you ladies, please, oh fuck me! Please ... submit to them by letting the Africans fuck your body, your mind, our life. Oh, gawd! They fucking need pussy so bad!” The Pale Woman stepped back and nearly stumbled off the stage of pallets from emotional exhaustion. She fell into the arms of a pretty, high school senior who comforted her. The sweet, innocent-looking teen promised her body to the migrants and told the Pale Woman, “I'll have sex with a migrant. I want to end racism and have an African baby!” The Pale Woman looked relieved and filled with hope in a future free of white racism and white power enslaving much of the world. “Thank you, dear. Let's share a migrant together!” said the Pale Woman.
Meredith was caught up with the speech, applauded, clapping high over her head. She didn't notice a petite blonde was eyeing Basui. A very attractive blonde who took the speech as a calling to submit to African lust.
She was Penny, extremely cute, slender with strawberry blonde hair. Like Basui was 20 year-old. Penny was wearing a bikini top with tight black yoga pants that showed off her tight, little ass. She spun on her heels to show off her curves to Basui. Putting a finger in her mouth, she used her other hand to squeeze a breast over her top. Basui nodded, the blonde was seducing him to come near. Meredith was too busy applauding to notice.
When Meredith noticed Basui had left her side, he had already was holding both of Penny's hands. She introduced herself and asked, “Would you like to fuck a white slut, like me?” Basui nodded, excited at the idea of fucking a women his age. Penny nodded, “Good, I want you to use me. You deserve white pussy.” Basui couldn't agree more.
Meredith looked left and right before noticing Basui and the blonde girl walking hand by hand through the lot towards the hotel building. Like many in the lot, hook ups were made left and right. White women were being hand picked and spoken for. The few white men left, looked down and retreated to their vehicles. But the rituals preceding the harmony that would follow was little comfort to Meredith who saw her African choose another white girl. Heartbroken, she simply mumbled “Basui?”
The number of women available on the lot were quickly dwindling. For the many African men still left without a woman to breed with needed to team up. Kojo and Matata, roommates, circled Meredith and was attracted to her. They helped themselves and placed hands on her, feeling her ass, legs, and tits. Meredith stood her ground and made sure not to show any resistance. They spoke to each other in foreign dialect and asked if the white girl would do. Being terribly needing for sex, they agreed Meredith would be a fine choice to take back to their room for an African threesome. “White girl, you fuck us?” With a hand cupping her breast and another grabbing her ass, she turned to them and placed each of her hand on each migrant's chest. Feeling abandoned by Basui, she thought to herself, “Yes, I need to do this.” Meredith answered the pair of Africans, “Sure. Of course I'll fuck you both.”
Basui,
taking Penny by the hand, led her into his hotel room. Penny was anxiously scraping the floor with with her shoes waiting for Basui to open his door. When the door was ajar, they were hit with a pillows of smoke that struck their lungs but made them smile. Opening further, Basui pushed the door into darkness only illuminated by the morning sun outside and a handful of candles inside. Stepping inside, the couple's eyes had not yet adjusted and could only use their ears to make out wet, smacking sounds. The pillows of weed drew them in like a Pied Piper. Closing the door behind them, they could make out the union on Basui's roommate's bed.
Lying comfortably naked in his bed, was Kamau. With a large doobie in hand, a white woman was lying on her tummy between his legs bobbing on his large cock. The unexpected visitors didn't phase her and she locked her eyes on her African lover. Kamau was one of the elder refugees at the experienced age of 41. Shaved bald with a 2-day beard, he was lean with rippled chest and abdomen. It was obviously a result from superior genes and a healthy diet free from fast food and high caloric drinks.
“Welcome, brother!” said Kamau to his roommate. Kamau took a deep inhale of weed and puffed another blissful cloud of smoke and offered it to Basui. Basui gladly took a hit and held it between his fingers in front of Penny. Penny leaned forward and inhaled, “Gawd, yes! This makes me so fucking horny!” she said. Between Kamau's legs was a brunette of long, dark hair. She was about 30 years old with a body and attitude suited for pornography. When she didn't have Kamau's black cock in her mouth, she would tap it against her nose and tongue. “I love migrants! I love African men and their big, angry cocks!” she said.
Basui and Penny stepped aside to the other twin bed, kissed passionately and began undressing. They couldn't get naked fast enough as their hands explored each other's bodies. Their tongues danced with each other. Basui was so hot for the little blonde, he began licking her cheeks before biting her breasts and nipples. Penny just took it like a dumb whore and wailed to the ceiling as Basui bit into her. Basui slowly went to his knees and lovingly kissed Penny from her shoulders to her ass. He gave long, pleasing kisses to her flesh. Basui enjoyed every second, every inch of her tight, young body. The migrant guided Penny to sit on his bed and lifted her right leg, taking her foot in his hand and began kissing each toe. Penny let out a pleasing moan with the attention she was enjoying as a women. Offering her body to an alpha male, Basui began licking Penny's bare feet underneath from heel to her little toe. Basui then suddenly spread Penny's legs, lifted her ass with his bare hands, and began eating her pussy. Penny yelped, arched her back and bucked at the feeling of a hot, wet tongue digging into her pussy. “Ah! … Eat my cunt!” she demanded. Basui took his time tasting his new, submissive lover. Penny kept her legs wide offering her body like meat on a silver platter.
Basui then stood and presented his bulging cock, full of blood, to Penny. “Suck African cock.” he told her. Penny tried to make herself look pretty by straightening her hair as she sat with her eyes locked on Basui's large sex organ. “Oh, my gawd!” she said as she gripped it with her left hand and cupped her balls with her right. “It's so fucking beautiful!” Penny whispered before she opened her mouth and began sucking black dick.
Having waited the long morning before getting sex, Basui immediately seethed in triumph. He firmly placed his right hand on top of Penny's head and nodded. He looked over to his roommate, Kamau. Kamau's slut was enthusiastically sucking cock with lots of spit. Basui then looked down at Penny who was treating herself. He pulled his cock away and slapped her cheek with it. Maybe, Basui wanted to remind Penny she was there only for his pleasure. Penny looked surprised, disappointed, but still loyal. With puppy dogs eyes and lips parted she simply stared at her lover waiting for instructions. Basui slapped her cheek again, “smat”, and Penny blinked waiting for more. “Please.” she begged. “Please let me suck African cock.”
Basui agreed and Penny resumed sucking his cock and licking his balls. Basui grunted in masculine pleasure feeling electricity rail up his shaft to the tip of his cock-head. Penny's tongue was wicked, fast, and slippery. She flicked at the tongue before making a loud, slurping sound and pushing his shaft to the back of her throat. “Suck black cock, white girl! Our African tribe owns you. Owns your white ass!” he told her. It was exactly Penny, a black cock slut, wanted to hear. She felt accepted in the migrant community and needed to be put in her place and submit.
As Kamau mounted his lover, making her whine feeling his cock penetrate her, Basui took Penny by the hand and they moved on the bed. At his direction, they went into a 69 position. Basui wanted to taste Penny's pussy more. He was driven in total lust with it and needed to show he owned that pussy and he could do anything he wanted with it. “Eat my pussy, baby! It belongs to your tribe.” said Penny who went back and bobbed her head up and down.
Kamau was in a long, steady pace fucking his woman. Penny straddled Basui, grabbed his cock, and lowered her body, dropping it over his cock until she was penetrated. The cock-head alone made her moan and her eyes popped open. “Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! UUGGH!” Penny had first few inches of Basui's black cock inside of her. No more could would fit. She felt the anxious hands grip her waist. She lifted and dropped, managing getting another inch or two inside of her. “Pussy! Need pussy, slut!” yelled Basui who demanded deeper penetration and rhythm. His cock's need was in control. He violently shook his head left and right like a man in pain needing his drug now. He gripped Penny's hips and bucked his loins to the ceiling. He bucked and Penny moaned. He bucked and Penny squealed. He bucked again. Penny wailed.
Basui's cock penetrated Penny's pussy completely. Penny gasped and her energy evaporated. But Basui bucked again and slapped her ass signaling her to start fucking. Penny started twerking and gasping while she was doing it. “That cock is so fucking huge! So fucking big!” Penny yelled. Meanwhile, Kamau's brunette was on her elbows and knees taking dick from behind. Facing Penny, she called out to her. “Take that black dick, bitch! He needs to fuck you and our race!"
“Fuck my race! End my race!” Penny moaned. The brunette smiled, “That's it whore! We're whores for the migrants!” Penny smiled too and squeezed her breasts, “Yes, I'm a whore for Africans!”
When Penny's knees started to tire, she was put on her belly and Basui climbed on top and laid on top of her. Pushing his cock back inside of her, he began a brutal pace expressing his sexual rage on Penny's little body. Penny was delirious and cock *****. She looked at the brunette just a couple feet away from her. Both girls exchanged looks, each understanding what the other was going through. It wasn't just sex but a reckoning. Their bodies and their race were being used and ravaged.
“Slut … slut … I fuck you now. I fuck you. Slut … slut ...” said Basui who was in 'the zone' and wouldn't stop until he got the release he needed. “Fuck my white pussy, Basui.” said Penny, “I'm here to be used. I exist to serve the black race.”
“Tell me you love black cock!” said Kamau to his white girl. His white girl complied, “I love black cock, baby! I need this!”
Penny began contorting but her movements were restricted due to Basui's weight. She had just had her orgasm and a violent one. She clutched the bed sheets and let out a broken, cracked moan. Both ladies moaned in unison, experiencing the joy of a large black organs inside of them. “White racists! We take everything! We fuck your women! Aaagh!” Basui growled and long, streams of semen shot through his cock like a thick, ice cream shake shot through a narrow straw. Penny squealed having felt every drop fill her womb. She realized she pleased a black man and was very proud of herself. She wanted to cry at the joy knowing he had used her and dumped his semen inside of her. Penny only wanted to lie still and feel Basui's plump cock in her stretched pussy.
Kamau was also lying on top of his girl, proving ownership of her body. The brunette didn't mind and adored the idea. She had never been happier being a slut. Both men crawled up, ending their physical connection with their lovers. Basui slapped Penny's ass and told her to go to Kamau's bed. It was time to exchange girls. Penny bridged the beds until she crawled into the arms of the brunette sitting up and waiting for her. The two women kissed each grabbing the other's breasts. “What's your name, slut?” Penny was asked and she answered, “Penny. What's yours?”
Penny realized how beautiful the brunette who answered, “Dr. Felicia Smythe. But you can call me Felicia.”
“Wow. A doctor … here with the refugees.” Penny wondered.
Felica laughed it off, “Just because I'm an intelligent woman doesn't mean I don't need black cock. After all, they need to fuck us white girls!” she leaned into Penny's ear and whispered, “We need to end the white race. This is the way to do it.”
“Oh gawd, yes! I want that too.” Penny agreed. The girls kissed again and Felicia looked into Penny's eyes and said to her, “I need an office assistant. I think you'd be perfect for it.” When Felicia went into Basui's arms and Penny into Kamau's, the girls knew their morning pleasing the local African tribe was far from over.
Meredith,
escorted by her two migrants, was nearly naked by the time she made it into their room. Kojo and Matata had been lifting her blouse and pulled her mini-dress down to her knees. She stumbled through the doorway and fell on the nearest bed. Kojo raced in and lit up his favorite incense. The only light in the room was through the crack in the curtain from the lone, front window. Matada placed his lips on Meredith's and groped her. It wasn't long until Matata came back, standing naked, to sandwich her and hurried off her clothes.
Meredith, now naked, was pushed onto one of the twin beds. Kojo removed his clothes while Matata jumped on Meredith putting one of her titties into his mouth. Kojo made a prayer in his African language. When Matata, too busy sucking tit, did not pay attention and join, Kojo kicked him in the ass and called him one. Kojo stood, while stroking his bulging cock, and repeated the quick prayer. Meredith sat up, curious at the ritual that was keeping them from sex. Kojo stood near and brushed Meredith's hair. Meredith looked at Kojo, oblivious his cock was staring at her face. Kojo said to her, “We pray Africans will conquer the white race. You are a slut and we sacrifice your body by fucking you.” Meredith nodded understanding the importance of her sacrifice.
With a quick pull of hair, Kojo pulled Meredith's head into his crotch. Already prepared and ready, Meredith opened her mouth and began sucking cock with muffled gags. Matata put his feet on the mattress and stood waving his cock at Meredith. After rubbing his cock against her cheek, Meredith turned to put Matata's black organ into her mouth. Meredith moaned in pleasure with the taste of black cock. The pulling on her hair, the groping of her breasts, made her feel needed, wanted and used. When Meredith started licking balls, the men looked at each other and said to each other that they had chosen a good whore to sacrifice to their race, continent, and way of life. Kojo pushed Meredith on her back and pushed his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Matata went down between her legs and started licking her pussy.
“This is our tribe and you have no rights. You only used for fucking.” lectured Kojo as he pushed his cock in and out of Meredith's mouth. Her gagging only encouraged him. Kojo looked up and groaned enjoying his conquest of another white woman. He grabbed and lifted Meredith's left hand and noticed the wedding band. He kissed her ring finger and spat on the ring itself. “I fuck your marriage to your useless, white husband! Africans own your body and your soul!”
Matata lifted his head, enjoying the flavor of Meredith's pussy, “We own your pussy, white girl!” Meredith didn't argue. She obediently laid on the bed having the men fuck her mouth and eat her cunt. The sweet smell of incense made her fantasize life in an African village living as a sex object. Far from home and civilization, she imagined she would fuck the men of the village as her tribal duty. Young African men, aching to experience sex, would practice on her. The elders, in seeking longevity and virility in life, would take turns with her. When she felt a hard, rubbery tip pushing against her clit, she knew she was going to get fucked. Matata pushed his cock inside, struggling at first due to his girth, but managed to push hard and fully penetrate her. “I fuck white pussy!” Matata cheered himself.
Kojo was pleased at Matata's victory. “Take what belongs to Africa!”
Kojo looked down to Meredith gripping his cock with her left hand. “Whore.” he called her. He was in disbelief how white girls were so useless for anything other than sex. “Keep sucking my cock!” The men agreed to change positions putting Meredith on her hands and knees. Kojo stood behind her smacking Meredith's ass before aiming is cock for her pussy and entering her. Matata put his manhood into her mouth. Meredith enjoyed the taste of her pussy making her feel like a total slut she needed to be. “Dirty, fucking white girl!” said Matata. Kojo mumbled something to his roommate, like, “She's a slut, my black brother.”
Kojo wrapped an arm around her waist and fucked her with short thrusts. He panted and breathed heavy needing the feeling of pussy wrapped around his cock needing to cum. “Good white pussy!” Kojo said to Meredith. Matata reached underneath and grabbed her titties. He moaned loud, “Aaaaahh!” said he and he added, “Good African sex puppet.”
“Use her mouth, my friend.” Kojo told Matata and followed with, “Her pussy good to black cock.”
Matata pulled his cock out and lifted Meredith's chin, “You be good for black cock?” he asked her. Meredith answered truthfully, “Yes … I'll be good for black cock.”
Matata argued for pussy and the two came to a quick agreement. Matata crawled underneath Meredith who climbed on top of him and fucked him cowgirl. But she was pushed down to his chest and Kojo climbed on top. Meredith in the heat of lust, didn't notice her ass was played with and Kojo's hard cock pushed against her tender asshole … then came the push!
“Oh, gawd! Fuck me!” With Kojo's patient and steady push, his cock pushed into her ass. When his cock-head disappeared, he knew the rest would follow. Meredith then experienced a double-penetrated fuck! Having her pussy stretched disguised the pain and discomfort of Kojo's cock. Her moans went unheeded as the men were rightfully selfish for their own pleasure. Matata would sometimes buck so he can push his cock into pussy and feel Meredith withdrawal. Kojo was slow and steady. “You're both so large! It hurts!” complained Meredith. But Kojo was unsympathetic, “We don't care. You and your race are fucked!”
Matata laughed at Meredith's discomfort. But he knew her cries would be muted soon. Meredith's desperate gasps became lustful moans. The two cocks were fulfilling her deep, sexual needs she didn't realize she had. “I'm so fucked!” she cried and African's cheered. For long several minutes, the men continued fucking her. Meredith just laid there and moaned. When she succumbed to an orgasm, she knew her body had betrayed her. She didn't want to say it. She resisted. But their cocks were so powerful full of stamina and strength. “No, I won''t do it.” she told herself. Meredith was determined to keep her mouth shut until it was over.
But it felt too good and she started whimpering. Every masculine thrust filled her with African cock. Every inch of their manhood inside her made her appreciate and love them. With each push the Africans inched towards eliminating white racism. Racial harmony was so close! White women, like Meredith, only needed to surrender.
“Fuck my ass and pussy, I love this!” Meredith moaned, giving her soul to the refugees. “Fuck my racist, white body! I'm so fucking sorry, I'm white!” she begged.
While Matata kissed and bit into her neck, Kojo slapped her ass and told Meredith. “Make you pay for white man's racism. Feel my good, African cock in your ass!”
Matata whispered into Meredith's ear the truth she must hear, “Tribal law, you now our slave. You have no rights. We fuck you.” Then both men chanted in their tongue, “No rights for slut! No rights! Africa strong!”
“Oh, gawd! I am a slave!” Meredith swore. The men growled and cheered. “I love black cocks!” confessed Meredith. The men became more excited and picked up their paces.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” grunted Kojo as Matata gasped then moaned. Each man started spurting their sticky fluids inside Meredith's body. Meredith was relieved that they finally popped and giving her the cum she craved for. The heat in both her ass and womb overwhelmed her and she experienced another orgasmic wave.
When the three rolled over on the bed, sized for one, each breathed heavily. Meredith felt dirty and used and began giggling before drifting into a silent daze not quite realized what had happened to her. “Our race is stronger when we fuck you. We will take power and you will have no use in our tribe other than fucking many us Africans and we breed you.”
Still breathing heavy, Meredith could only say, “I want that too.”
The migrants,
and their needs for sex, were changing the city and growing the influence of black empowerment. Women were never the same after visiting the Migrant Hotel and returned to their husbands taking control of their marriages. No woman ever resisted re-visiting the hotel and bonding with the refugees. A day later, Penny, visited the tattoo parlor inside the Blossom Boutique and showed her dedication to migrant rights by getting inked. Her new boss, Dr. Felicia Smythe, was there to witness and even paid for it. As for Meredith, she sat in front of a mirror working on her makeup. She was dressed in tight black shorts and a midriff shirt. She may have looked cheap but the clothes would easily come off. Meredith made a pledge to herself by looking into the mirror and saying, “I need to be more slutty for my Africans and all my black men. I am their slave and my place is on my knees or on my back.” She stood up off her chair and headed out to the parlor of the White Orchid Power Room, the local whorehouse for the distinguished, black gentleman. Its madam, Zora, was waiting for Meredith and suggested she visit a frequent customer sitting alone at his table. “He needs company tonight.” explained Zora, “But I have to tell you, he really hates white people. He releases his rage by hate-fucking a white girl. He's very, very rough and dominant!”
“Sounds like my type.” smiled Meredith who proceeded to the corner of the room to join the dark, stranger. Zora leaned against the bar and watched the drama unfold between Meredith and her man. They talked for a few moments, about race, no doubt. The couple never smiled and continued a most serious demeanor. The gentleman did most of the talking and Meredith most of the nodding. She took his left hand and began kissing each finger tip before rolling his hand into a fist and started kissing each knuckle. She invited him to grope a breast for which he did. Meredith whispered something in his ear that earned his trust in her. The couple stood and Meredith took him by his hand leading him into the booths through the mysterious curtain.
Zora smiled confidently that Meredith would please him. “Black cocks only.” she whispered.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
