"Woman want baby. Woman want JuJu."
"What?"
“JuJu. It’s magic. African magic, white or black.”
“I don’t want black magic, Tutu.”
Tutu smiled.
“Here,” she said. “Have this.”
Tutu gave me a tiny carved figurine; she explained how the women of Ghana use ones just like it to help with fertility. They carry their wooden doll at all times, usually hidden under clothing so only a spirit's eyes can see it. Then hopefully, an ancient one will take possession of the doll, be with the woman and watch over her. If the woman proves herself worthy, the ancient one might choose to be reborn as her baby. How cool is that?
“Well then,” said Tutu. “Woman want baby?”
“You know I do.”
“We do deal? JuJu make baby?”
“Sure, Tutu. Let’s do it.”
You have to understand, I had no baby after two years of trying with my white husband. Our European ways had gotten us nowhere, so why not try some African magic? Hubby agreed to it, and besides, Tutu and I have loved each other since always, woman loving woman, black owning white. Our secret deal only confirmed what was already going down between us.
“You Tutu's bitch?”
“Yes, Tutu. I am your bitch.”
“We make baby together?”
“Yes, Tutu.”
“Get naked, bitch.”
“Yes, Tutu.”
I'm nearly always naked when Tutu's around, I'm her collared white pet on the end of a chain. I do as I'm told because it's always the black girl who dominates the white.
“Good,” said Tutu, “Wear this.”
I put on a tribal print blindfold, and then couldn't see a thing.”
“Woman must not see or the spirit won't fuck her. Understand, bitch?”
“Yes, Tutu. But...”
“But what, my sweet bitch?”
“Will I feel the spirit fucking me, Tutu?”
“Of course. Spirits fuck hard with big cocks. My bitch will love it.”
“Hubby never fucks me good and proper.”
“I know, my poor darling, but my black fist sure does you good.”
“Mmm... I love your fist.”
“You mean your cunt does. Tutu knows what her white woman needs. Now listen, bitch. Don't fight the magic. Keep the blindfold on. Let the spirit fuck you. And I'll be right outside waiting to hear you conceive.”
“Okay. Tell me you love me Tutu.”
“I fucking love you, you stupid blonde whore.”
“Really?”
Of course I do, you're my rock, you're my woman. Now drink this...”
She put a glass to my lips and I gulped down some ghastly gloopy liquid, seconds later a hammer hit me between the eyes and everything went dizzy. I was still conscious, only I’d dropped to my knees and had my head pressed to the floor, sent wacko by the hallucinogen I'd just taken.
“Woman ready," I heard TuTu say. "Go do her quick."
And then... whoa!
Next thing I was floating around on my back with my head spinning faster than ever. Something or someone real strong had a hold of me, pulling me around. I didn't know what was goin' down. My whole body felt disconnected except for my vagina, my womb and my pulsating labia. My whole fucking womanhood felt needy, empty, and wanting.
“ME DO WO... ME DO WO... ME DO WO!”
What the fuck?
I was hot. The JuJu was hot and my fertility doll was watching the whole crazy show. I know she was there because the spirit had arrived and was breeding me hard on the living room floor. The spirit smelt of man, an African man with an African cock thrusting hard and deep into my welcoming white cunt.
“ME DO WO... ME DO WO... ME DO WO!”
He was singing “I love you, I love you, I love you,” and I knew those African words because Chloe sings them to me when she's happy with her bitch. It was her song, and I knew then and there it was the seed for Tutu's baby that the spirit would shoot into my womb. That was the magic. Black woman breeds white woman to make a black baby.
“Breed me. Breed me. Cum in me. Cum in me, ” I joyously cried out.
And the spirit obliged and shot gallons of strong, healthy sperm deep into the depths of me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Happy, Steffanie?"
"Oh yeah, Tutu. I love you so much."
"I love you too, my dear bitch. I love you and our baby."
Our precious ******** looks so like my African princess. She has the same deep brown eyes, and the same smooth dark skin and Tutu is such a devoted parent. Hubby don't get it, but then he don't get JuJu and he don't make babies.
Hubby can have his divorce if he wants, although he would be wise not to make too much of a fuss. My deal with Tutu is forever, I am the mother of her child, I am her bitch and my love's JuJu magic can do much more than make babies.
The End
"What?"
“JuJu. It’s magic. African magic, white or black.”
“I don’t want black magic, Tutu.”
Tutu smiled.
“Here,” she said. “Have this.”
Tutu gave me a tiny carved figurine; she explained how the women of Ghana use ones just like it to help with fertility. They carry their wooden doll at all times, usually hidden under clothing so only a spirit's eyes can see it. Then hopefully, an ancient one will take possession of the doll, be with the woman and watch over her. If the woman proves herself worthy, the ancient one might choose to be reborn as her baby. How cool is that?
“Well then,” said Tutu. “Woman want baby?”
“You know I do.”
“We do deal? JuJu make baby?”
“Sure, Tutu. Let’s do it.”
You have to understand, I had no baby after two years of trying with my white husband. Our European ways had gotten us nowhere, so why not try some African magic? Hubby agreed to it, and besides, Tutu and I have loved each other since always, woman loving woman, black owning white. Our secret deal only confirmed what was already going down between us.
“You Tutu's bitch?”
“Yes, Tutu. I am your bitch.”
“We make baby together?”
“Yes, Tutu.”
“Get naked, bitch.”
“Yes, Tutu.”
I'm nearly always naked when Tutu's around, I'm her collared white pet on the end of a chain. I do as I'm told because it's always the black girl who dominates the white.
“Good,” said Tutu, “Wear this.”
I put on a tribal print blindfold, and then couldn't see a thing.”
“Woman must not see or the spirit won't fuck her. Understand, bitch?”
“Yes, Tutu. But...”
“But what, my sweet bitch?”
“Will I feel the spirit fucking me, Tutu?”
“Of course. Spirits fuck hard with big cocks. My bitch will love it.”
“Hubby never fucks me good and proper.”
“I know, my poor darling, but my black fist sure does you good.”
“Mmm... I love your fist.”
“You mean your cunt does. Tutu knows what her white woman needs. Now listen, bitch. Don't fight the magic. Keep the blindfold on. Let the spirit fuck you. And I'll be right outside waiting to hear you conceive.”
“Okay. Tell me you love me Tutu.”
“I fucking love you, you stupid blonde whore.”
“Really?”
Of course I do, you're my rock, you're my woman. Now drink this...”
She put a glass to my lips and I gulped down some ghastly gloopy liquid, seconds later a hammer hit me between the eyes and everything went dizzy. I was still conscious, only I’d dropped to my knees and had my head pressed to the floor, sent wacko by the hallucinogen I'd just taken.
“Woman ready," I heard TuTu say. "Go do her quick."
And then... whoa!
Next thing I was floating around on my back with my head spinning faster than ever. Something or someone real strong had a hold of me, pulling me around. I didn't know what was goin' down. My whole body felt disconnected except for my vagina, my womb and my pulsating labia. My whole fucking womanhood felt needy, empty, and wanting.
“ME DO WO... ME DO WO... ME DO WO!”
What the fuck?
I was hot. The JuJu was hot and my fertility doll was watching the whole crazy show. I know she was there because the spirit had arrived and was breeding me hard on the living room floor. The spirit smelt of man, an African man with an African cock thrusting hard and deep into my welcoming white cunt.
“ME DO WO... ME DO WO... ME DO WO!”
He was singing “I love you, I love you, I love you,” and I knew those African words because Chloe sings them to me when she's happy with her bitch. It was her song, and I knew then and there it was the seed for Tutu's baby that the spirit would shoot into my womb. That was the magic. Black woman breeds white woman to make a black baby.
“Breed me. Breed me. Cum in me. Cum in me, ” I joyously cried out.
And the spirit obliged and shot gallons of strong, healthy sperm deep into the depths of me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Happy, Steffanie?"
"Oh yeah, Tutu. I love you so much."
"I love you too, my dear bitch. I love you and our baby."
Our precious ******** looks so like my African princess. She has the same deep brown eyes, and the same smooth dark skin and Tutu is such a devoted parent. Hubby don't get it, but then he don't get JuJu and he don't make babies.
Hubby can have his divorce if he wants, although he would be wise not to make too much of a fuss. My deal with Tutu is forever, I am the mother of her child, I am her bitch and my love's JuJu magic can do much more than make babies.
The End
