Black Men Take, White Girl Shake (Interracial Group Sex Gangbang)

By Gabrielle Subtil

Patricia, a student of ethnic music from Vermont, is excited - she is about to go visit a village of the Gullah people, descendants of West African slaves, in South Carolina, and study their music and traditions. Patricia is also white as snow and naive as a newborn lamb. The big, dark Gullah men have a suprise in store for her, the likes of which she has never known before. Patricia must take part in a "greeting ritual" before she can be accepted into the village, but little does this Yankee girl suspect that by the end of the night, she'll be in a panting heap on the ground, her body slick with sweat and the juices of the Gullah men, freshly gangbanged by powerful and rough African men... Interested in this interracial group sex story? Buy it now and read on! Includes a lengthy sneak-peak from another smutty tale of interracial fun, "Jill White and the Seven Dominicans"... Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gabrielle Subtil
• Release date: Jan 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524288716

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Black Men Take, White Girl Shake

Copyright © 2014 by Gabrielle Subtil

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Hey, Patty! Ya ready ta get goin'?

Patricia Blake turned at the sound of her nickname being called out and saw Quanna, a big black woman with a broad smile, walking towards her, arms full of groceries. Patricia smiled.

Hi, Quanna! Yeah, sure, I'm ready.

Goood, the big woman sighed, giving Patricia a peck on the cheek as soon as she was close enough. Patricia opened the trunk of the car and Quanna, bending over, put the brown paper bags inside. She stood back up and wiped the sweat off her brow with a checked blue apron that she was wearing.

I was about to melt out in this here weather, Quanna said and chuckled. How ya holdin' up, Patty? Ain't this too hot and wet for your Yankee tastes?

Don't remind me, Patricia said, closing the trunk and walking over to the driver's side, opening the door. The less I think about it, the faster I can start to believe that no other season exists! Both of them laughed, and Patricia sat down behind the wheel. In truth, it was too hot and wet for her tastes. South Carolina in high summer was a nightmare – especially for a girl from Vermont.

That's what you get for choosing to study ethnomusicology, Patricia. Just grin and bear it. Still, it wasn't all bad. She got along well with Quanna, and what's more, Quanna was exactly the kind of person Patricia had been looking for for the past week – a Gullah woman from the area, who had lots of friends, family, and clout in the little isolated communities of the South Carolina Gullah. Patricia had to