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The last few days before the islands open day were full of surprises. Their campaign was gaining a momentum of its own. More and more community groups came out in support of Dave and his family and against the government.

Delfina and Lola had brought people up to the island so they could have their interviews conducted away from prying eyes. They planned to send their stories about the Premier and some of his minister’s corrupt practices to people who were in positions of power. Lola had told them that she knew some ministers and judges were prepared to act if confronted with compelling evidence.

The visitors had provided what Dave thought was compelling evidence. They told Dave that they would do everything in their power to bring the premier down. “He’s a bloody crook,” One said as he studied Donna’s brown body.

“I’ll get Donna to show you around,” Dave said noting his interest. “We want people to see how we live. The Premier claims we are a threat to society. The fact I call many of these beautiful women my wives makes him froth at the mouth.”

“We have to show the locals that we are not an army of revolutionaries out to change the world. That’s why we are having this open day. We know that when people visit our community, they leave knowing the rumors and attacks are all bullshit.”

A few hours later Dave was downing a beer and daydreaming, he had been reminded this morning of the massive change to his life in the past twelve months. Harry one of his old mates at the fish board had stood with his hands on his hip watching Dave unload his catch.

“I hope you beat the bloody government. The things they are saying about you and those women up on the island are crazy. Harry shook his head, “Nevertheless Dave I’ve got to say you really are a sly young bugger. I would never have guessed that you would go from living like a bloody hermit to a guy they accuse of every sex crime in the book in twelve months.”

He winked at Dave as he turned to walk away. “Don’t take any notice of them mate they’re jealous. In fact, I’m jealous myself. If you want to swap let me know.”

Dave grinned to himself. Harry was right his life had changed when he invited three pregnant women Annabelle Donna and Betsy to live with him. What a change he thought. What a bloody marvelous change. My big mistake was calling them my wives. But I would do it all over again. I would not change a thing.

He looked over to where the three stood talking with their babies on their hips. “I wouldn’t change a thing,” he said out loud. They looked around when they heard him. He shouted again, “I would not change a thing.”

His three wives sauntered over to where he was sitting. “We thought you were asleep,” Donna told him as she sat on his lap and gave him a tongue-thrashing kiss. “We need your help,” Annabelle growled when Donna kept kissing him. “Can you listen while she’s doing that?”

Donna stopped the kiss. “It’s important, we can continue later,” she said as she rubbed her hand over his cock. “My god it must be important if you want to stop,” he groaned. “What’s up?”

“We have met this black African quintet. They are an all women folk group. They have heard about our cause. They told Delfina they would play at our open day but they will not play without a stage. They have had bad experiences performing whilst standing amongst white audiences in South Africa.”

“Charlie and Ruby have gone down to pick them up. We have invited them to spend a couple of days up here with us. We think they are the right type of group to end our open day. We need a stage. Will you build one for us?”

Dave sat for a moment before responding. “I am sure there will have no problems with our audience but we can’t guarantee that, given that we have issued an open invitation to the public” He shook his head. “You know I would help if I could, but we really don’t have room for a stage.” No one said a word their disappointment showing on their faces until Dave broke the silence.

“What about a barge. That old flat-bottomed timber barge that we used to move Albert’s shop is beached around the back on a sandbank. We could move it around here and float it in the bay in front of our beach. It would need some dressing up but its solid and would set them apart from the audience.”

When they agreed that the barge was the only possible answer, Dave told them to go find Albert and Salome. “If we move fast, we can bring it around tonight. The tides still rising so it will not be hard to float it off the sandbank. I will go and get it moving. Albert and Salome can bring a boat around to tow the barge back here.”

Dave could hear the family laughing in the dining room as they anchored the barge; “You two go and have dinner,” he told Albert and Salome, “I’ll finish up here.”

The tide was dropping as he manhandled the barge until it was square with the beach. He tied it off on each of its four corners and moved backwards out of the water to see what it looked like.

“What do you have that we can use?” a deep voice asked from behind him. Dave was startled and turned round. He gasped. Standing with the light behind her like a halo was a tall black woman. She was magnificent. Six foot if she was an inch with an animal magnetism, that hit him between the eyes.

“My god you’re beautiful,” he whispered. She smiled, her pearly white teeth standing out against the black of her skin and the night. “I’ve hear a lot about you,” she replied. “They say you’re dangerous.” “Don’t believe all your told?” he laughed.

“I don’t. I generally find out for myself,” she growled as she walked to the waters edge and stood looking at the barge. “Will the tide be in when you want us to perform up there?” she asked.

“It will be rising all afternoon. It will be high tide about six thirty. That means that there will be six or seven feet of water under the barge when you start. Then the tide will slowly run out just as it is at present. By the time you finish there will be very little water in this bay.

She turned and walked back up the beach passing Dave without a glance. “Let me know when you have it set up properly. I will need to look it over before we agree,” she said as she headed for the dining room.

Dave could not believe the effect she had on him. My god she’s like a big black panther, a black goddess, he thought as he watched her stalk up the beach.

He went to the cold room and took a box of oysters and a carton of beer back to the barge. Propping a ladder against its side he climbed upon to the deck and sat eating his oysters.

It won’t be hard to make this safe and presentable he thought. I’ll replace a couple of boards, sand it down, paint it up and connect power and lights. He stood up and looked out up the beach. Pretending to have a microphone he sang,” I did it my way.”

“Don’t give up your day job,” a voice called from the gloom. It was his black goddess she had returned with her friends. They stood laughing and joking in the shallows.

“How can we get out there handsome?” one called. “Take off your shoes and wade out. It’s not deep,” he called “the tides half out. I have a little ladder around the side. Come on, I’ll give you a hand up.”

Five tall black women emerged from the gloom. “What are you doing on your own out here in the dark?” they asked as he helped them up on to the deck.

“I have to move this big bugger on the top of the tides,” he replied. “We only brought it around here today. You will be performing at night so I need to get it set in place on a night tide so the electricians can run power and we can clean it up.”

“I’m Dave,” he said as he shook their hands. Do I get to know you names or do I give you nick names like the black goddess over there.” “Who are you calling a black goddess?” she cried, “my names Lisha.”

Before you start creating more nicknames, let me introduce my sisters. She pointed in turn. “Ama, Layla, Imena and Latifa. We are from Africa. In our tribe our names have special meanings, for example Latifa means gentle, Imena dream, Layla means born at night and Ama born on Saturday.” “What about you?” he asked. Ama laughed. “Lisha means mysterious.”

Dave dragged a few pieces of loose timber over and invited them to sit down. “I’m impressed,” he whispered, “what a beautiful custom. I don’t think we have anything like that in our culture.”

“Can I offer you a beer and some oysters, as a fisherman I promote oysters. They are the cause of many jokes in my country because oysters are supposed to improve a man’s sexual performance. I hope they are good for women too.”

They sat and talked about his island and the people who he now called his family. Suddenly Ama leant over and kissed him on the cheek, “we think you are wonderful. We were told about you and wanted to visit and see for ourselves. Its even better than we thought.” She pulled him to his feet and slipped her arm around his waist, “tell us what we can do to help.”

Erection of the various stalls brought a swarm of people from the various churches charities and religious groups to the island. Dave spent most of his time away from the island fishing. Matron her stomach now showing her growing baby accused him of going fishing to escape from the scrum of workers and visitors.

He defended himself, “We need lots of fish for the fish fry stalls if we are to make any money for the trust. Anyway, someone must do it,” he laughed. “And it might as well be me.”

“The African women want to go fishing with you,” Debbie told him as he dropped her off at the shack on the oyster lease. Debbie had blossomed in recent weeks. She had been thin and drawn when she joined them after her husband was lost at sea. She had put on weight and lost the worried look that hid the beauty of her smile.

“Set you nets and come back for a cup of tea,” she said as she waved him off. Dave finished setting his nets along the mangroves and motored back to the oyster banks. Debbie saw him coming and lit the BBQ. By the time he had negotiated his boat through the racks of oysters to her hut she had the kettle boiling and a few pieces of fish on the Barbie.

Dave was hungry; the smell of cooking fish filled his nostrils as he jumped into the water to clean up. Debbie watched as he climbed up on the deck and wrung out his wet shorts before putting them back on. She wet her lips at the sight of his cock it was much larger than those she had seen.

Back in the shack, Dave watched Debbie as she moved around. The extra weight had improved her appearance. Her tiny fawn shorts and open necked short sleeve shirt highlighted a body that shone from its years in the open air.

He was in the mood to tease.” My god Debbie you have changed. You are becoming more beautiful every day. Come over here and give me a kiss.” She blushed, “eat your fish first.”

Dave watched her every move as they ate. He could tell she was nervous. I have embarrassed her, he thought as he stood and washed his plate in the sink. She was still sitting at the table. “I’ve finished eating,” he whispered. “I know,” she said as she stood and waited.

He moved over and put his arm around her. “Don’t be nervous I won’t do anything you don’t want.” She looked up at him, “I want,” she groaned.

“You promised me a kiss,” he whispered. They kissed sedately at first then more hungrily. His tongue filled her mouth as he ran his hands over her body. “Too many clothes,” he murmured as he ripped her shirt open and let it fall to the floor. “Yes,” she groaned her hands pushing his shorts down over his hips.

Debbie was not in the mood for foreplay. She had not had a man since her husband died. The island was too public. Here in the oyster shack away from people she knew what she wanted.

She pushed Dave down on the bed. Licking her lips, she dropped her shorts. “I’ve dreamed of this,” she whispered as she sat astride him and pinched his nipples. Dave watched as she positioned her body so that she could hold his cock and ease her wet pussy down. “Do you like that?” she asked as her pussy swallowed his cock. “Oh yes, he groaned, “that’s lovely.”

Dave held his breath as she started to move. He could feel her pussy tightening its hold as Debbie quickened her pace. He gasped as she rode him hard. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were staring down at him as she shuddered and slowed. Then as if nothing had happened, she started to rise up again and again until he felt his balls harden and his come rush up his cock.

“I’m going to come,” he grunted. “do you want it inside you.” Her pussy muscles answered for her as they closed on his cock and milked it dry. Debbie collapsed forward her breasts on his chest. She kissed him hard. “I needed that we had a very active sex life before my husband died. That brought back great memories.”

She lay in his arms talking until is cock grew hard. “Dog fashion?” she asked with a grin. “Why not,” he whispered as he lifted her up and bent her over the table. “Ram it in,” she groaned. “I like it rough.” She squealed when Dave did as she asked.

She was noisy now. “Harder,” she yelled. “Harder, fill me up, fuck me, and Make me pregnant like the others. Oh yes, that’s it” she yelled as he thrust so hard that her feet left the floor

Her hands gripped the edge as his violent thrusts pushed her body further and further up on the table. He held her by the hips and pulled her back on to his cock.

Dave had an idea. He pulled her back off the table until her feet were back on the floor her face and breasts flat against the edge of the table. “Now,” he whispered. He ran his hands down under her bucking body and pinched her clit.

“Oh my god,” she cried. “That’s it, I’m coming, I’m coming.” “So am I,” he groaned as their juices flowed and mixed.

“Everything’s in place and the weather looks good for tomorrow. It’s going to be hot,” Albert said as they sat on the beach watching the African women rehearse. Dave did not reply. His eyes and mind were on Lisha.

Albert watched Dave lick his lips and untangle the growing lump in his shorts. He smiled, “I’ve never had a black African woman. But as a black man let me tell you something. Black is not only beautiful. black is better.”

Dave looked up at Albert, “she beautiful isn’t she?” “Yep,” Albert replied. “Salome tells me they have been talking about you.” He laughed when Dave asked, “What did they say?” “I don’t know mate, Salome didn’t say. What she did say was that they all thought you were lovely.”

Dave looked around the beach. Small groups of people who would be working the stalls tomorrow were sitting on the beach listening to the African folk music. Dave had organized the loan of sleeping bags for those who wanted to stay over.

He walked along the beach watching from different angles as the electricians arranged spotlights to highlight the performers. Finding a spot where he was alone he settled down on the sand.

He woke to find the beach deserted. I must have fallen asleep he reasoned as he tried to brush the sand from his body. He soon realized that using his hands to clear the wet sand away was not the answer. He looked around to make sure he was alone and dropped his shorts before wading out to wash the sand from his hair.

The water was warm in close to shore so he decided to wade out past where the barge was anchored. The water was cooler out there. He dived under and washed the sand away then lay on his back floating with the tide.

When his feet hit the bottom, he started to wade back around the barge when he heard women giggling. He stood still and listened as his eyes became accustomed to the view up the beach.

As he watched, a group of women stripped off their clothes and walked slowly into the water. They were laughing and joking unaware that they were being observed. Dave started to panic. He did not know how long they were going to be in the water, they were naked and so was he, the difference was they did not know he was watching.

There were gasps of surprise followed by giggles and moans when he called, “the water’s cooler out here.” They whispered together for a minute then one called. “Is that you Dave?” Another asked, “What are you doing out there?

He could tell from their voices that they were members of the visiting African group. “I’m having a swim to clean the sand out of my hair. Come and join me.” A voice he recognized as Ama`s called back, “we’d love too but we don’t have any swimmers. We’re naked.”

“So am I” he responded. “Come on its dark, no one will see us.” Layla was the first to respond she waded out towards him. “Why not,” she said. “We all swim together at home.”

Dave moved back so the water was over his waist. He held out his hand to Layla who took it and moved closer. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could not believe his eyes. All of the women were over six foot. Their pussies were hidden in the dark water but their breast stood out in the moonlight.

“If you swim in the nude back home then I’m coming home with you,” he said as he stared at Layla`s breasts. She moved closer her breasts tight against his face. “Kiss them,” she whispered.

Dave moved his mouth along the tops of her breasts and sucked a large nipple into his mouth. He took his time using his tongue to lick around and over it. Moving away to look at them, then returning time and time again.

Layla felt him stop for what was only a second but seemed longer. She loved it when he started again. This time she groaned when he blew hot breath from his mouth ever so lightly on the end of each nipple.

Dave felt her tense up when he commenced using his teeth. My god he thought, she thinks I’m going to hurt her. He made sure his teeth caressed rather than bit and was pleased when he felt her relax.

He felt good. He loved these big soft black breasts. He held them in his hands and he nibbled lightly on one then the other before sucking her left nipple and part of her breast into his mouth.

His wives had taught him how to use his mouth like a baby searching for milk. He decided to try it on Layla. It worked. She reacted immediately pushing her breast hard against his mouth as though she wanted him to take more.

Layla grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back so she could look at him. She whispered, “thank you for being so gentle. The men of our tribe pull and twist our breasts. They love to hurt us. They are never gentle.”

“I want to kiss your pussy,” Dave growled. “I want to taste you and smell you. I want to make you come with my tongue.” “My pussy?” she asked. “You want to kiss my pussy and make me come.” “Yes I love kissing pussy. Come on let’s get up on the barge out of the water.”

He led her to the ladder and let her climb up in front of him so he could study her naked body. She was magnificent Water droplets ran down over her shiny black ass. She did not need it but he placed his hands on her hips to steady her on the ladder.

Layla still did not believe that Dave would kiss her pussy. Back in her home village in Africa, no man would even think of kissing a woman down there, many men would not put their hands on a woman’s pussy believing it was unclean.

She had read about it and seen porno movies on this concert tour but no one had ever offered to do it to her before. On the deck, she turned to help him up off the ladder. Her breasts once again brushed against his mouth. He automatically stuck out his tongue to lick her nipple.

“No not there,” she groaned, “you said you would kiss my pussy.” Dave ran his hands down over her magnificent hips. “don’t worry” he whispered as he laid her on the deck. He eased her legs apart, “I love your long black legs they are very beautiful,” he whispered as he positioned himself between them.

Dave ran his hands up her inner leg from her knees until they were in the mop of hair covering her pussy. He pushed his body flat on the deck so he was lying with his head inches from her body. Now he could smell and feel the heat of her arousal.

Frank called everyone to attention and asked them to gather around Helen’s now cum covered body. “I think it is time for this bitch to be ass fucked. Eric get the camera ready. Ben grab her head and hold it up. I want her to see as this black cock is shoved up her ass.”

Helen started to panic and begged Frank to stop. Elizabeth was brought over to calm her down. She told Helen that the feeling would be great once the cock is in her ass, she only needed to get past that first penetration. Frank grabbed some of the cum that had accumulated on Helen and started to insert it into her ass. First with one finger, then two and eventually three. Declaring that she was now ready he rammed his cock into her pussy to get it good and slick. He then withdrew and positioned his cock at the crack of her ass. Eric had the camera in place, Helen’s head was held up and she was looking directly at Frank’s cock. With a large grin on his face, Frank began to insert the head of his large black cock into her asshole.

Helen started to groan and with tears in her eyes started to beg, “Please Frank stop. Your too big. Your cock will never fit in my ass.”

“You just wait, your ass will eventually take my cock and the cock of every man in here tonight.” He held his cock in place for awhile and began to pull on the chain attached to her nipples to get her mind off of the pain in her ass. It took him over 5 minutes, but he eventually got all of his cock in and when his balls were touching her ass cheeks he knew he had hit bottom. At that point he withdrew his cock nearly all of the way and then quickly jammed it all the way back in. Helen lost control at this point and started climaxing. She came with such force that she passed out. Frank ordered one of the guys to break a smelling capsule under her nose. He wanted her awake and conscious throughout the entire ordeal. Frank came with a loud grunt and as he pulled out, Eric moved in for a closeup of the cum draining out of the once virgin ass. Helen’s ashole wasn’t empty long, as Eric took his turn, and then so did all of the others. Elizabeth was forced to her knees next to Helen’s ass and as each man came he pulled his cock out and forced Elizabeth to lick it clean. Elizabeth didn’t care for this task, but at this point what could she do?

It was approaching 2:30 and the men were beginning to find it more difficult to get erections. The women were tired as well and it was obvious that the party was winding down. One by one the men left until only Frank, Eric, Elizabeth and Helen were in the club.

The three of them looked at Helen still strapped to the table. She was covered in cum from head to toe. Eric got the camera and took up a position from between her legs. Frank got behind Helen, held her head up to face the camera and started a dialogue.

“Well what we have before us is a woman who just days before was about as clean and pure as a white woman can get. But now look at her covered in cum, much of it still leaking from her cunt and ass. Look into the camera Helen and tell us what you have become.”

Helen stared at the camera and began replying, “I…I…am a slut…a slut for black cock.”

“Thats right” Frank stated, “from now on you are going to find yourself thinking of black cock. You’re going to go back to Alabama and find out that your old whitebread Sam just isn’t exciting enough for you. You are going to look for black cock and fuck it any chance you get.”

“No, I can’t do that, its impossible….”

“Shutup and say you are a black cock loving slut who’ll take it anyway and everyway she can. Say it! We wont let you go until you do.”

Helen paused for a minute and then replied as Frank desired, “OK, I love black cock and I want more! I am a black cock loving slut and I’ll take it anyway and everyway.”

“OK. Eric be sure to zoom in on her asshole for a good picture and that should be it for the night.”

Helen was released from the table and her nipple clamps were removed. The girls begged Frank to let them clean up, but he told them there were no showers in the building and they would have to return as is. The girls put on their miniskirts and sweaters, grabbed some kleenex and tried to wipe off as much of the cum showing on their bodies as they could. This was of course impossible as there was just too much. Their makeup had run into streaks and their hair was matted with cum. Eric was laughing as he led them back to his truck. As they entered the truck they noticed that towels had been placed across the bench seat. Eric said he didn’t want any cum stains in the truck so the girls better stay on the towels.

When they got to the MGM the girls were glad that it was early Sunday morning as few people were in the casino. They knew they looked a mess, so they were nearly running to get to the elevators and back to their room. Once inside they showered and packed to get ready for the airport. The women decided to wear pant suits to try and cover up the marks on their bodies from the orgy. They also stuffed panty liners and kleenex over their cunts and asses to capture any cum that was still leaking out.

They made it to the airport on time. Both girls were sore and were walking very gently. The two exchanged email addresses and said that they would remain in contact with one another. Elizabeth knew that Helen’s dark side had been opened up and once opened could never be closed again. She was thinking that Helen would now have a hard time living in Alabama with a desire for black cock.

Helen slept most of the flight back to Alabama and had dreams about the events of the week. She half-hoped that this was a one time thing. She knew it would be difficult to pursue black cock while living in her present community. It would never work out. When the plane landed, Helen headed for the baggage area and met Sam there.

“Helen, welcome back baby! Are you OK, you seem to be walking a little funny?”

“Oh Sam I am all right, just a little tired. You know how airline seats are. I have been sitting in one tight position for several hrs. I just need to get the blood flowing again.” Helen hoped this excuse would work.

On their way to the parking lot, Sam called a porter over to handle Helen’s bags. The porter was an elderly black man that Helen would never have taken notice of before. On their way she began to wonder if the porter had as large a cock as some of the ones she saw last night. The porter caught her looking at his groin area and gave Helen a sly grin. As he put her bags in the truck of Sam’s car, the porter said “Have a safe ride home lady, maybe I’ll see you soon.”

Helen was surprised at this and was glad that Sam was at the front of the car, not in a position to hear the remark. Somehow this man knew that Helen had a desire for black cock. Was this desire now visible? Was she an entirely different woman? Helen was very confused and preoccupied with these thoughts on the way to her apartment. When they arrived and got the baggage inside, Sam started to hug Helen and acted as if he was going to stay for some sex. Helen knew this coudn’t happen. She could still feel that her pussy and anus had not returned to their normal status and that Sam would know this. She made some excuses and got Sam out of the apartment. He didn’t like this, as he had been thnking about sex with Helen all week, but he didn’t want to be too presumptuous. After all, they weren’t married yet, that was a few months away.

Once Helen was alone she unpacked, took a shower and examined herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe that she was looking at a white woman that had just been gangbanged by a goup of black men she didn’t even know. The event was even filmed. The men had promised that the videos were for club use only. Helen hoped that this was true. She imagined future white women sitting in the anteroom of the club and watching videos of her and Elizabeth as they themselves were getting ready to be gangbanged. Surprisingly Helen could feel herself getting sexually excited. My god, what had she started? Could she remain faithful to Sam from now on? Could she curb this urge for black cock? With these thoughts in her head, Helen headed for bed and sleep.