African Depravity - Lust for White Pussy - Sex Stories

African Depravity - Lust for White Pussy

... cocks filling her belly during this night and the next. Before the weekend ended she would be black bred.

Sprawled out on the bed. The black African holding her while his black semi hard and dripping dick was resting on her belly. She had a serene but lost look on her face. It wouldn't be long before that same African would revive and again be spreading those small white legs. She knew but was still in denial of being blacked.

Jenny in the den. They were last playing Monopoly and laughing but the den was quite silent now. I slowly peaked in the room and saw that the black African was smoking herb and giving some of it to little Jenny. She had never had alcohol let alone any drugs. Her eyes were wide yet becoming glossy.

Jenny, who had just turned 18, was mentally younger than her age. Her frame was very petite and her two white, blonde ponytails made her look childlike. She had no clue as to the intentions of this African in his early thirties. She was dressed in a short pink dress with two straps over her shoulders tied in bows. She was so cute. She could not have weighed over 85 pounds. Her blonde hair really enhanced her blue eyes and little pink lips. The African's eyes were fixed on her and I could not help but notice the bulge in his pants.

Jenny was giggling. He nudged over closer to her saying that he needed better supervision. Jenny only giggles. He wanted to play with little Jenny. He was almost twice her age. The African's black hand was massaging her ...

... leg and his other was lightly touching her hair as she was with her back to him and his legs split apart.

Jenny was too innocent to know why a strange feeling was tingling in her loins. Her mother had told her to engage the African men with friendship but this was getting out of hand. She called for her father but he could not hear her since he was passed out.

"Relax girl, I mean you no harm. Just enjoy the herb and friendliness I offer," The African softly spoke. .

He asked her to turn and sit on his legs facing him. Jenny, now feeling bubbly, complied while asking "What type of game is this?" "I'm going to show you how Africans have the power to place people in a trance."

The African instructed Jenny to place her arms to her side while he held them. He quietly began to hum a slow melodic tune. As she looked into his eyes she begin to feel calm. This was indeed strange but Jenny kept looking into his eyes and after a minute passed she could not look away.

A strange feeling of absorption crept into her as he began moving her closer to him. Her head was now less than a foot away from his and the African had pulled her bottom to the top of his lap. Jenny could not move. All she could do was look into the charcoal black face with large nostrils, rigid cheekbones and white eyes that peered back at her. She could feel his warm breath swirl around her neck. She truly seemed hypnotized. She was oblivious to any other sounds in the house, especially to quiet moans of ...