As soon as Rodney and his two obedient white females reached the gate and stepped outside the privacy of the high hedges they came face to face with a woman who lived a few doors down. The plump brunette stared at Sharon’s uncovered breast and then Cassie’s and then she gazed at the young black man. Both Sharon and Cassie felt humiliated and blushed, and scurried away. Rodney winked at the dumbfounded woman and followed his two bewildered fuckmeats.
The astonished woman had been happily married for twenty years but was unfulfilled by her husband. She was now suddenly sexually eager; she rushed away, confused and envious her mind occupied by images of the two white women having sex with that black man. Goodness! She didn’t want black people in her neighbourhood but she would allow them in the privacy of her dreams.
Nobody else saw them after the confused and envious woman and so they reached the front door. They all went in. Harold rushed downstairs immediately after hearing the front door open. Worried, anxious and intimidated by the thought of what the black men might have done with his wife and daughter, he had however not anticipated them returning with one of the black men nor was he prepared for their state of undress.
Harold was devastated to see the black boy had his arms around both the women’s shoulders in a relaxed and unconcerned manner. Cassie simply stood in the hall; head bowed her blonde tresses partially covering her face, reddened by shame. Her mother looked at Harold and whispered ‘I’m sorry.’ Both women had their hands covering their displayed breasts, but Harold’s gaze had been drawn to his daughter’s nipple before she had chance to cover it. He saw the pronounced bite mark around her pink areola and he understood what had happened in that house with his wife and daughter and the black men was what he had feared, never actually believing it could be true. Now he stood, facing a young, arrogant, scornful black youth whose cock had been in, and whose mouth had been on his wife Sharon and his dear, beloved daughter Cassie.
Harold told the youth to get out of his house and Rodney smiled. ‘Not before you understand. Now let’s go in your living room and have a small chat.’ The black youth took the women by their hands and lead them to the settee and sat them down. Harold followed them, his heart beating rapidly and his soul dismayed. His anger was crushed by his despair. He saw the overawed look in his wife and daughter’s eyes. They appeared to be secured by the accursed blacks already. What could he do?
Rodney saw the white man's impotence and saw his chance further increasing Harold's submission to of him. He took hold of Sharon and kissed her roughly, then sucked on her succulent, rigid nipple, then did the same to her daughter’s unmarked breast after he eased it free of her dress and bra. Harold sat mute and impotent as did Sharon as the black boy sucked and sucked, slurped and drew on Cassie’s breast, his mouth wide and his hands on her shoulders pulling her toward him. The poor girl whimpered as once more her tender, pink nipple endured the black boy’s ravenous fervour; he was chomping on her teat as if he were eating his dinner. The bewildered teen, her face, neck and chest flushed bright red with shame, aware that her body was about to betray her excitement and thrill at the black boy’s hold on her, avoided her father’s distressed gaping eyes.
He didn’t notice his wife’s barely concealed arousal as his dear, sweet daughter began to moan, then begged Rodney to stop, then tenderly stroke his head as she breast-fed her black lover. Rodney pushed her against the wall, holding her securely as Cassie’s legs buckled, the white teen screaming with joy, bliss engulfing her. Harold stood, immobilized as the victorious black boy bit hard on Cassie’s tit, attacking her breast with such ferocity that her parents were certain that he would draw blood. Cassie’s mother knew why her daughter couldn't resist. Harold’s pink dick struggled in his pants.
Rodney released his young white, housebroken girl and she staggered to a chair, both of her breasts now marked and branded as black-owned. Rodney walked up to Harold and, inches away from the white man’s trembling, red, overawed face told him that the women belonged to black men now, they would be used by him and his brothers whenever they visited and on no account were the babies to be aborted, given away or disposed of. ‘Black babies’ Rodney thundered, ‘are our next generation, our legacy, our future. Black children will begin to prevail over their weak, nervous white adversaries and reign over them. White women such as these two pretty creatures here will help produce the next glorious black generation. Goodbye for now, cuck. We'll pay a short visit to the birthday party-don't worry we won't spoil it, black babies are precious to us. Enjoy your birthday Cassie.’ Rodney then left the three stunned whites in silence to prepare for the party and ponder the significance of his reference to black babies.
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