Lindsey was a beautiful model for a local fashion shop in her town. She had just started college and after a year of hard work, she wanted to explore the world, to leave her confort zone.
Following her heart, she decided to go for a trip in Africa, alone in the wilderness of the first continent of humanity. Her friends and family were worried for her, a so pretty White girl alone in some dangerous areas... But she didn’t listen to their warnings, the world had already enough cowards.
What she didn’t tell them is that she was fascinated by Africa and Africans. She had several times wanted to be Black. It was weird to have so many privileges as a White in a suffering world.
She bought a ticket for Zambia. Once there, she would rely on people kindness when hitchhiking or looking for somewhere to sleep.
After two days in Lusaka, the capital city of Zambia, she was going to discover the countryside of the country. She had met a nice guy who was borned in a very isolated tribe and who accepted to bring her there. He warned her about his tribe, about the fact that the shaman had all the power.
He noticed the look of the other men when walking or driving with Lindsey next to him. They were envious, they all believed he was banging hard that pale girl and they wanted their share of the spoils. But he wasn’t, not that he didn’t want to of course, but since he was bringing her to his tribe, he couldn’t touch her before the shaman agreed to.
The wilderness was beautiful, animals, landscapes, nice people. She even teased him. He was nice, well-built, and she hadn’t fucked since three weeks, so her libido was high. Once, she even pretend to finger her pussy, it was very hard not to tear off her thin white dress and to savagely pound her in the car.
Just before evening, two days after having left Lusaka, they arrived in his tribe area and were welcomed by some warriors with shields and bows. They spoke in their local dialect and escorted his car to their village. The shaman was where, he had felt them, especially her, the White female.
They got out of the car and walked toward the shaman. He spoke with him and then, in silence, walked around her. She was not confortable, she didn’t know what he was thinking. He put a hand on her right shoulder and spoke loudly, then some women took her by the hand and brought her to a hut.
He told Kasunga he would have what he wanted tonight. The girl was not pure but since she had never fucked a Black, it would be still a first time. But the shaman would go first, then him, and then the 20 warriors of the tribe. Times were hard for them and she was a pleasure he couldn’t refuse to his men.
The women of the tribe got her ready for what was coming next. They put some oil on her clean, pure and pale skin. They loved to touch her and she was aroused by so many dark hands brushing her body. Then they dressed her with her white dress, it was what was the more sensual for her.
She followed the women as they were walking toward the fire in the center of the village. The shaman was looking at the crepuscular sky and noticed Lindsey, the White female. He came closer to her to smell her again, said something to the women who began to get the food ready, and then sat Lindsey on a small stump near the fire.
Kasunga arrived just a moment after, took a pipe from the shaman hands and gave it to Lindsey. He told her it was traditional medicine to see the Gods, nothing special but she had to smoke it to be considered as theirs, so she did it. It didn’t take long before she was losing her mind. Kasunga sat next to her and the ceremony began.
First, they all ate around the fire, listening to the shaman who were telling them stories about nature and the Gods. He also explained to them who were the Whites, people from far North who once ruled the world.
Then the women began to dance around the fire, some very sensual dances which got the warriors excited. As usual, they were teasing their men, it was part of the game. They would have later to offer their bodies and fertility to the warriors’ power.
But this time there was a guest, Lindsey, and clearly the men wanted some exoticism. This White female Kasunga brought back with him was what was exciting them, and the shaman knew it, he felt the fire in his warriors.
So he put an end to the dances and declared the beginning of the impregnation ceremony, the impregnation of the White female. He started the ceremony by hiking his traditional skirt up, unveiling a massive old African cock hard as a stick.
Lindsey was barely conscious, this pipe had some weird plants in it. She didn’t understand when the shaman put her against an horizontal pole at the height of her waist, pushed her ahead, tied her hands to two vertical poles stuck in the ground, pulled up her dress, and rubbed her labia with his huge glans.
She only let out a cry of pain when he violently penetrated her. She knew she was fucked by someone but she hadn’t all her mind and it felt so good...
The shaman fucked her brutally, holding her by the waist and looking at the sky, honoring the Gods. Kasunga was just behind, he felt an urge to destroy her too, he wanted to put all his Big Black Cock inside her hot tight body. The warriors were looking behind, touching their cocks under their skirts. The women were jealous, they would not have their men this night, they were all obsessed by this exotic pinky hole.
The shaman cummed, unloading pure African seeds deep in her young and fertile White womb. He shook a little his balls to be sure there was nothing left, and then stood aside in favor of Kasunga who already had his huge Black cock inside his right hand and hard as rock.
Lindsey’s pussy began to close, getting again tight. That girl needed more African cocks to stay stretched. Kasunga penetrated her, slowly, he wanted to feel it well. He touched her soft pale thighs, before putting his hands under her dress to grab her small and round boobs. He fucked her well too, she was moaning under his thrusts, each time harder and deeper. Her pussy had covered his thick African cock of come as he was sliding in and out.
Then he cummed too, like it was his last fuck, his last day on Earth. The strongest orgasm he had ever had. Sperm was flowing everywhere in, around, and out of her pussy. He pulled out, exhausted, and the several warriors began to enjoy that pale exotic pussy.
Each one of them try to go harder than the previous one, it was a question of honor! The shaman was looking at them, they had to prove their value as males of the tribe. None disappointed him, they all worked that White female as real African males should, filling her fertile womb with their pure wild seeds.
Lindsey was exhausted, she had more than twenty orgasms and her ovaries were besieged by very agressive and potent African seeds. She would never know the father but for sure she was knocked up that day.
Back in the USA, it was not long before her pretty belly got big, an African child in it. She was proud of it, proud to give birth to a Black baby, to do her part in ending White supremacy.
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