History of Whites in Indochina - Part 1: First contact
My Linh was a young peasant woman, born and living in a seaside village in todayÂŽs Vietnam. She was married for just a couple of days and lived happily with her husband, hoping for a bright future with lots of kids. Like any other day, she woke up early in the morning to go to work in the rice fields. She had no idea sheÂŽs about to witness a very important historical event.
âShips! Ships!â shouted the young boy running from a watchtower situated above the bay. There were problems with pirates in the past, but that was when My Linh was a baby. She was used to watch local fishermen or even Viet and Chinese tradesmen sailing along the bay, but that was it. Now there were three dark, big and very strangely built ships with massive sails. Men from the village, including My LinhÂŽs husband seemed to be worried.
âThese ships look too big for common piratesâ said her husband Duong
âMaybe theyÂŽre just merchant. Wanting some fresh water. I heard that the Chinese have new shipsâ argued Thuan, her husbandÂŽs older brother
âI have never seen anything like these ships in my whole life. They might be friendly, but we should be preparedâ decided Trai, the village elder
It was decided that most women and children will go and hide in a cave nearby, a small group of women (My Linh among them) will be hidden in bushes where the beach starts and men will get whatever weapons they have and will confront the newcomers. My Linh watched how the three big ships stopped, dropped anchors and the crew went into boats and started to paddle towards the beach. She couldnt see much of them. Only that they were probably wearing metal armor. That was a bad sign.
When the newcomers finally arrived, the local villagemen led by the village elder came into contact. My Linh could see that they were clearly foreigners, tall, with strange clothes and carried lots of weapons. They seemed to be speaking some of the language known to the village elder Trai. He seemed to be nodding in agreement. It looked like the local men were relieved somehow. After a few minutes later her husband Duong came to the hiding and ordered the women to go back to the village and leave only a few older women in the cave with children.
âTheyÂŽre some strange foreigners coming from the west. They only want fresh water and buy some food, then they will sail further north, possibly to Haiphong or even China. At least some of them spoke ChineseâŠGo back to village and prepare some food.â
So the women in village were cooking rice, fish and soup, when the foreigners accompanied by local men, came. My Linh couldnt stop watching them. They were taller and paler than Vietnamese. Most of them had beards and what colors! Besides black/dark brown hair like Vietnamese, they also had light brown, reddish and even lightly yellow hair! Such a strange thing!
The foreigners seemed to ignore most of the locals and dedicated themselves to washing and shaving in the creek nearby. My Linh was always very curious so she came closer to watch. And what she saw nearly made her slanty eyes round like eyes of those foreigners. They had such big cocks! My Linh thought that only horses could have such big cocks. Nervosity has overcomed her and she returned to the village. Later the white men joined the locals in the village for a common dinner. Locals, especially women were somewhat nervous (as the news of horse cocks spread) but the white men acted quite politely.
The next morning women went early to work in the rice fields and when they returned in the afternoon, the white men were still in the village. At first the women were reluctant to wash in the creek like the white men did, but after a whole day of toiling, it was needed. So they started washing their yellow bodies with white men in sight. First the women felt nervous but became to like white menÂŽs attention. My Linh realised they probably havent had a woman for quite some time and was pleased to see big bulges forming in their pants. But later while having a dinner, white men were still polite to locals and even treated the women respectfully which was somenthing new for most of them.
Late in the night the whole village was waken up by shouts and a loud quarrel. Apparently some of the local men tried to steal from the white men. My Linh suddenly felt ashamed for her race. Of course they would be so low to steal things they couldnt create themselves. One of the angry white men shouted several words in Chinese from which she could only understand âyellow monkeysâ. And she agreed with him completely. It was a deplorable act, to steal from guests. The Viet men started to shout and threaten too, but the angry white men beated them into submission and tied them together. The women could only stare at such a demonstration of power so when the white man came for them with their pink horse cocks ready, half of the women knelt and started to suck immediately while the other half layed down and spread their legs. My Linh was in the second group. The muscled white guy with those strangely interesting yellow hair and even blue eyes (how rare!) took her like a rag doll and entered her tiny pussy with his huge pink snake. She started to squeal like an Asian pig and felt like in Heaven. After a short while her first orgmasm came. Something her weak, defeated husband wasnt able to give her. My Linh looked towards the beaten and tied group of Vietnamese âmenâ. Some of them were staring to the ground, some were crying like bitches and some wereâŠpasionatelly masturbating. Indeed, watching white men taking their women again and again excited them to the point they had to stroke their tiny rice dicks.
Finally, after many changes of position, the white man fucking My Linh released his load. It was so powerful that she felt every spurt in her womb.
âThank you, Buddha, for bringing white men to our shoreâ she whispered half dreaming âAnyway, I donÂŽt think I need you anymore. I found my new godsâ.
The next morning, white men fucked local women again and even more Vietnamese men masturbated to this. Including My LinhÂŽs sissy husband Duong. He even looked like he wanted to suck that big pink dong. What a wimp. When the white man shot his load in My LinhÂŽs pussy she moaned loudly that he probably impregnated her. Duong heard that and came so hard he was shaking.
After a few days of beating the men and fucking the women, white men left, promising they will return on the way back to their homeland. Life in the village entered a new norm. Vietnamese men didnt fuck their women. The women masturbated naked in front of them, thinking about hung white men while Asian men masturbated into their bowls of rice and ate it afterwards. My Linh was pregnant with a mixed baby and hoped that her white god will make her another when he comes back. Indochina entered a new chapter in White-Asian relationship.
Follower sent me this story itâs a long read but very true đ
