Master SHANGO's Party

"Alright, now time to get this party started. This is to the bridesmaids and the white bois in the room. You all know what's expected of you, SO GET TO IT!"

He clapped his hands and that sort of sent off a near stampede as the flock of bridesmaids and the white men in the loin-clothes hurried over to stand before the black men on the long bench to suck their pricks. There was one bridesmaid and one white hubby to each black cock standing on the long bench and even that wasn't enough. Several of the black men had two white women sharing his cock with one of the white men struggling to sneak a taste. It was like watching children fight over candy bars.

"Hey there, buddy!"

I nearly jumped as someone tapped my shoulder from behind. It was the American guy whom I'd earlier been conversing with—Tim Simmons. He too like other white men in the room was dressed in his loin cloth, grinning at me.

"You enjoying the show?" he asked me.

I nodded my head. "Looks like this is the party, right?"

"Oh yeah, but it's just getting started. My wife is one of the bridesmaids and I'd better go join her. Catch you later."

He left me and went to join the melee that was taking place in the centre of the living room. I found myself a chair and sat my weak self down. My mind and my eyes whirled like crazy as I watched the congregation of white men and white women feasting upon whichever black cock they can find in the room. It was the most outrageous type of orgy I'd ever seen. The ones who'd been standing and watching were now attacking the black men next to them; everywhere I saw clothes flying off bodies, I saw naked white women sucking cock and some getting fucked as well. The camera crew trained their light over the spectacle and walked here and there, filming the action.

I looked out for Shango.

There he sat on a couch with two bridesmaids taking turns sucking his monster dick while the bride herself stood over his face with his head between her legs; her hubby knelt beside them stroking his meat and licking his lips. The women made room for the husband to come suck his cock while they kissed their way up his crotch and torso. Shango had his hands on the bride's ass cheeks—she had gotten out of her dress except for her wedding veil that was on her head—and I could see his tongue lapping up and down her pussy while she writhed above him. One of the bridesmaids pushed her hubby aside and then she mounted his cock and proceeded to ride him; the husband kissed Shango's feet while the white woman rocked her buttocks on his cock, screaming out her pleasure.

Except for the air conditioner pouring cool air into the room, everywhere reeked of cum, sweat and every other malfeasant smell I can think of associated with sex. The camera crew were torn between recording Shango pound the bride as well filming the rest of the orgy that was ongoing in the room.

Some of the black men took the women they were with out of the room, probably upstairs. Others remained there. Bodies mingled and fought over each other. The white women bent over and each other's pussy while a black man hammered them from behind. I saw Heidi taking a black dick from behind and loving it. She was on her knees and had her face pressed down between those of another white woman. I looked around for Anya and couldn't spot her. She was either in the room or had followed one of the men upstairs. I did see the American fellow, Tim Simmons. A black man was thrusting his cock in and out of his mouth while another white woman—his wife probably—knelt beside him awaiting her turn.

The air was getting thick for me; I felt like one choking. Plus I'd had enough of the sex-crazed event I was seeing.

I got up and headed towards the doorway from which we had come in. I practically ran towards it.