White Family Future!
TJ Ryder
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Illustrated Adult stories!
The OBEAH Tribal council in the new state of
Zululand concluded their business and was preparing for
the evening's entertainment. The all black and mostly male
audience was joking and laughing and being served drinks
as they sat in a circle of chairs around the wooden dance floor.
The Tribal chieftain wearing traditional robes smiled at tonight's
program. Javonne Williams, ex NFL superstar pointed to the picture
of one of the dancers. His buddy 'Too Tall' Cyrus Jones nodded.
"Dat's raht, chief. Ah caught dere act in what's left of
Detroit last month. She's real hot! We booked the Johnson family cuz
we know how you lahk redheads!"
The big man grinned, licking his lips, "awyeahh, another white
family huh! Somethin fo the rest of the boys too hah?"
"Well yeah, plus they can use the gig. Wer'e trying to use locals
whenever you can!"
"Good Idee!"
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In the tawdry dressing room with flickering light provided by
a generator a big fat black man knocked and came in. He leered at
the buxom redhead in front of the mirror primping up her makeup,
nearly naked in her sheer belly dancer outfit. Then he looked
at the husband standing behind her fixing her long dark red locks
of hair. Then at the children, two girls and a boy, also primping up
with what they had for costumes, mostly rags sewn together.
"Johnson Family! Yo comin on last! Haw haw, you be the, haw haw,
finale!"
Lois turned her head, "we'll be there!"
"Betta be, cuz yo the clean-up act, haw haw!"
After he left, Lois looked over at her children!
"Hurry up kids! Tammy, not much makeup, it'll just run!"
The lovely teenage blonde smiled, wiping some off her downy
cheek.
"Yes mom!"
"And Jesse, try to stay within the circle tonight!"
Jesse groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror. Nearly naked
like his sisters, he didn't understand why he had to add lipstick
and eye gloss like they did!
"Last time wasn't my fault, mom!"
"No matter. Did you shave your pubic hair?"
"Yes mom!" he groaned.
She looked at Emily then and smiled. "Well at least YOU don't
have to shave your pussy yet, honey!"
"I know mom! Is it a lot of people this time? I didn't have
time to finish last week!"
"Not many, couple dozen or so! And you have to learn to
move faster!"
"I'll try!"
"Good girl!" Then she looked in the mirror and her husband.
"How about you too, honey! Is your pubic area shaved?"
'Just about going to, dear, soon as I finish your hair!"
"Oh, you'd better do it now, Harold, my hair is good enough!"
The night was warm in the outside wooden platform, the blacks
had enjoyed the previous two acts, and now after the cheap rum
was served, most had partial hardons or wet pussies in anticipation
of the finale!
The fat manager came to the center, waving his hands
and smiled. He announced that the final act is the Dance
of the Seven Veils, starring Salome and the rest of the Johnson Family!
Starting in ten minutes.
In the tent waiting for some natives to set up the stage,
Harold blushed as he imagined what was going to happen, as always.
"How did it ever get to this honey?"
Lois frowned, "we can't dwell on the past, Harold, not in
front of the children!"
Jesse smiled. "We already know mom. I found an old history book
in a trashpile!"
"That's probably forbidden," she said sharply. "I hope you
threw it away!"
"I'm not stupid. But it is kind of weird. To find out that
blacks were not always our superiors! "
Lois turned to him, "Blacks are our superiors NOW! Just remember
that!"
"I know, but not all whites feel that way! Why are we different?"
Lois smiled, "why don't you explain it, dear?"
"Um, well, son, before the crash and all, your mother and I reached
an, um, understanding!"
"What?" asked Emily.
"He means I went out with black men while we were married, honey!"
"But so what? You do that now, mom. I mean we all do!"
"But, um, it wasn't really accepted by most people back then, dear!"
"Why not?"
"I can't explain it right now, dear. Just remember to do your jobs.
Does everyone have a can?" They all said yes, displaying them.
"Good, now as usual, Harold will accompany me on the cello, and I
think probably by the fourth veil, you children can come out and begin
circling around! Don't be pushy, just hold up the can "
"C'mon, mom!" Jesse laughed, "I think we know the drill by now!"
"All right, fine!"
Harold was still reeling from the question from his son, making him
realize what was just about to happen, but then the manager announced them.
As soon as he walked out and the lights dimmed with a single spotlight
on the middle of the floor, playing a slow number as his gorgeous wife
began to dance, he could tell just by the scent in the air of all the sex
fluids ready to pop, all the pent up balls and huge black cocks and in
a couple cases, black vaginal seepage; even without the raucous crude
cheering and remarks. Lois smiled as she danced, picking out the
chief as usual, a big black brute of a man. The chief was naked except
for a red silk loincloth, like most of the young black studs, and he
was already hard! As she gyrated, she teasingly dropped the first veil
and the bucks cheered. Now she began to work the audience, jiggling
close to the circle of chairs, smiling at each black face, arching her
butt or breasts out, moving on. She was pleased most already had hardons.
And they were mostly pretty attractive. The two black women were
kind of heavy, one bull was in his forties and already with his cock out
and his hand idly stroking it as he gave her a wink.
By the third veil, some calls were more insistent so Harold groaned
and nodded to the tent entrance where his children waited. They came out
slowly, nearly nude, pale white under the lights, contrasting with the
big black bodies with shiny skin. Jesse and Emily circled counter clock
wise while Emily circled the other way, displaying their cans for donations
even though their eyes were looking at their bodies. They made one complete
circle, occasionally talking to the audience. Jesse looked over at
his mom, smiling as the anticipation of her fourth veil finally came off,
and her gorgeous body now reflected the light. The music increasing
the tempo now, and he knew it would start soon. Tammy got grabbed first
as usual, put on a lap, a big black hand squeezing her breasts. After
he walked past the second time she was on her knees between his huge legs,
while the black man besides them had a hand on her bottom.
Emily, being smaller, was standing between the heavy middle aged
black man, as he cupped each firm butt cheek in her thong and french
kissed her, her can now on the ground. Oh brother, he groaned, now Iv'e
got a hardon in a tiny thong lace bikini bottom. Pausing as he watched
his gorgeous mother slip another veil off, he turned and saw Tammy
getting off her knees, licking her lips, and thanking the man when he
dropped a coin into her can.
'Wait a minit boy!" he heard and smiled a the big black scarred face!
Then he looked down at the huge drooling black knob and the swollen black
balls!
"Yes sir?" he smiled.
Twenty minutes later he had two spermloads in his empty stomach and
a few coins jingling his can, and passed his youngest sister Emily, still
sitting on the fat man's lap as he hogged her time. Her top was on the
ground and he was pinching each nipple enough to make her squirm.
His mom dropped her sixth veil with some cheering and by this time the
tribal chief had made her stand almost in front of him to continue
the dance so she was playing up to him.
He smiled at the fat man pawing his sister, "Can I help you, sir?"
"Go away, boy!"
"Yes sir!"
After the seventh veil came off, his mom and pop smiled and bowed
graciously to the audience amidst cheering, and with a signal,
his mom went over to sit with the chief. Harold groaned now as
he put down his cello. Now without the musical instrument, he
had to act just like his children, and picked up his own can and
walked around the circle, almost naked in a lace thong bikini.
Soon he was kneeling before two huge black thighs and sucking a
giant black cock coincidentally right besides Tammy doing the same
thing but to a fat black woman.
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Jesse smiled as he rose up, brushing off his knees as he licked
his lips.
"Thank you, master!" to the sweaty young black face, and he
reluctantly put a coin into the can. The next black man who
grabbed his wrist as he walked by was a little older.
"Hey boy, ah want to fuck dat sweet butt instead of a suck!"
Jesse smiled, looking at his giant seeping organ, "I have to
wait until mom goes off with the chief. I promised to stay inside
the circle!" He was not happy, but that was the rule, and Jesse
felt he needed that stiff black cock inside him. Then he saw his
father walk by, a strand of negroe sperm running from his lip.
He knew he wasn't happy. Nobody was making much money; he could
tell by the jingling in the cans.
"Looks like we need a crowd pleaser!" he said in a low voice.
"You don't have to, dad! We can get by!"
"No, I already caught the look from your mother!" he sighed.
***** Continued
