Wrong Semester In Uganda 12

Once the principal gets to rape Yashma, once the Ugandans are finally done, they make the male students rape their own girls.

Andy Cameron, a second-degree nephew to the former Prime Minister, was going through college on a stellar course with the best grades, well on his way to get admitted to Oxford a full year early. Then, he had decided to take that year off and travel, so there he was in Uganda, seizing opportunities to see places and to fuck local girls while turning eighteen, blessed with a happy-go-lucky-me handsome face with blue eyes and a surfer's washboard abs.

He had always had his eyes on Yashma since highschool in London. He had joined a seedy website called R***shu, as Bruiser77# where he wrote stories about Pakistani girls getting gang-raped by white boys as soon as they turned eighteen. He remembered reading a story by a HistBuff on Sex Stories 69, about British students living in students' accomodations on campus in Uganda and getting stormed and gang-raped by that country's military.

Andy had commented and written, "Do Ugandans actually do this?"

When he saw it happening for real, when the frantic troops bashed the front doors open and stormed in and grabbed all the girls while beating up the boys, when that cudgel landed on his handsome face and he got knocked out cold, then Andy knew. Yes, Ugandans could do this in some contexts such as political unrest. Any military force on this earth could do this.

Andy came to with dry blood on his face and a horrible headache. He saw Yashma, the panic in her olive-skin face, the lost flow of her long raven hair amid the grinning soldiers as she vainly tried to fight them off. He heard her screams as her red pajamas was ripped off, ruthlessly, urgently, and the magic sight of her perky tits came into plain view amid the camouflage-khaki-patterned uniforms while the place was filled with the shrieks and pleas from all the girls while a panicked Miss Black kept telling the invading soldiers that they had no right to do this to British subjects.

He only had eyes for Yashma. He would never forget that precise moment when the negroes easily forced her to get on her hands and knees on that couch where she had been watching that stupid Jackie Chan movie. She was convulsively screaming and panicking, shaking her head while the men laughed. She only had her pajamas bottom left on her; Yashma was topless! Her pale-olive tits caused Andy to get harder than he had ever been before.

Then came the priceless moment! A pair of strong, dark-brown hands gripped her pajamas' trousers and ripped them off and down her legs, and another pair of hands tore her panties off while someone said he was keeping it as a trophy. Yashma's pale-olive buttocks came into full sight, so suprisingly vast in their curvy expanse! Andy experienced a truly painful erection and felt insane frustration as his hands were cuffed behind his back and he couldn't masturbate.

Yashma's gang-rape followed. Brutal and urgent. Thick sticks of dark African meat took their turns in sinking inside her virgin pussy. She got loads upon loads of Ugandan semen inside her.

At first, she had screamed and begged the Ugandans to please stop, pleading, crying out and saying she was virgin, that her parents would kill her when they'd learn about this, but that only made the men hornier.

They took their turns. One big juicy cock after the other. The Pakistani girl kept screaming as the humiliating Ugandan cocks, as stiff as dark hickory, kept plowing and destroying her stretched virginity as she got brutally gang-deflowered.

Each man took her from behind on that couch. Neither one of them would last long inside the teen Pakistani girl. The negro would hold her waist and pound her for maybe two minutes, then he would growl or scream loudly and fill up the raven-haired girl with the nameless shame of his semen.

One or two of them screamed "UHH-GAN-DAA hhhh!!!" as each blissfully shot his load inside Yashma, whose red shreds of pajamas lay lifeless at the feet of that couch. Andy saw it all! He kept watching the erotic play of her legs and feet as the soldiers took their turns.

Everywhere else in the living room, groups of soldiers took their pleasure inside a helpless student, pumping their hard cocks inside the white Briton girls, two of whom were actually Asian. He would never forget that moment when that cute library girl, Jenny, got forced to suck black cocks and she got splattered with Ugandan semen all over her pretty face and her glasses got all obscured with that milky glossy goo! African hands were caressing her fair hair as they called her "a lovely good girl".

The evil side of Andy woke up and took over as the time went by and he got accustomed to the chaos, his senses finding it almost normal to see girls his own age getting brutalized, their nipples pinched for sport, and raped... Again, again and again... On the coffee table, on the table where they had been playing scrabble, her and there right on the floor, one man after the other topping the helpless, screaming Briton girl... On the couch where Yashma kept being used like the Pakistani whore she had always been deep down.

Yashma had been moaning and groaning, sounding in pain, also forced to shameful bliss by soldiers fingering her while playing with her young tits as she kept protesting... "No! No! Nooo! Nooo! Please I'm virgin my parents 're goin' to kill me! Nooo!"

All to no avail while her head kept shaking like a mad hen as she gave all men present the flowing show of her long shiny hair. They were raping a Pakistani teenage version of Lady Fortune! Giving her a well-deserved thrashing after centuries of being aloft and snobbish to mankind.

Empty beer bottles littered the floor along with empty pizza boxes. Some soldiers were probably friends and/or relatives with the pizza delivery boy, since they freely invited him to take his tip in kind as he partook in the gang-rapes and chose Yashma as his first fuck toy.

After filling up Yashma, the delivery negro went to that Korean girl and sucked her little tits all his content, before giving her his new erection to suck dry. He ended up screaming, "AAaahhh YESSS!!!" as he shot his load and the "lucky" Korean rich girl from London was forced to swallow all that sludge in order to keep breathing and stay alive. Men were filming her. She retched. Andy was suddenly aware he was laughing and calling her a bloody cheap tart and a chink to boot!

An older man was presently raping Yashma on the rug near the couch, in Andy's plain sight. The Ugandan was naked and overweight, and his hair was salt-and-pepper, suggesting he was in his mid-forties. He was all naked except for his black wrestler's mask.

As he plowed Yashma missionary style, he kept uttering, "Ah yeah! Ah yeah! At last! We can fuck all their girls! Ah yeah! Ah yeah! This is too good! This is too good!!!"

Andy knew that voice from somewhere. Whose was it?

The overweight middle-aged man kept ravishing the Pakistani London girl, giving Andy much joy as he pictured the daughters of Mayor Sadiq Khan getting the same treatment from patriotic Catholics after they stormed the Mayor's mansion. In Andy's mind, the Irishmen called Khan's daughters "bloody little tarts only fit to get gang-shagged in front of her Muslim father!"

The older man was now grunting like an inarticulate baboon as he licked Yashma's face and covered her olive skin with African slobber as he pressure-fucked her while she moaned like a loud bitch and wrapped her legs around him, and the African man, plowing her like an untiring piston, kept uttering, "Ah yeah! Ah yeah! Ah yeah..."

Then, Yashma hit her big-time fireworks and squealed with shame as her body shivered all over in sweat and she groaned with high-pitched notes while tightening her erotic legs around the man, who kept licking her face and grunting like a rutting baboon...

Andy suddenly realized who that man was, as the said man screamed and shot his steaming load...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH BRITISH GIRLhhhhrghgh!!!"

This man was the principal! The very man who had greeted them in the classroom with a speech about the world being one large inclusive village where everyone was welcome and contributed to building a better world, or some bullshit like that.

Yashma's pussy was very inclusive indeed as the Principal's semen flooded it with swimmers in quest for a very dangerous goal. No Pakistani girl would survive giving birth to a negro baby.

***

And then, after many hours of torture when Andy and all the other boys ended up peeing in their pants since they were left there, on their knees with their painful wrists in handcuffs... After this boyish humiliation, then came that moment when the soldiers turned their attention to them.

The commanding officer was there and ordered everyone to be silent as he spoke... A fly would have been heard on the wall, except for some girls who were quietly sobbing.

"Well, well, well, I bet that these boys would love to fuck their fellow students, wouldn't they?" the Ugandan officer bellowed, grinning.

"They sure would, Sir!" added a tall soldier.
"Oh yes they would, Major!" said the principal as he got his pants back up while looking at the prone figure of Yashma, who lay in her destitute nakedness, her beauty intact in spite of all the drying cum that formed crusts everywhere from her black hair to her olive-skin legs and feet. She looked just as beautiful as ever, especially to Andy.

Andy couldn't believe his ears! They were going to make the British boys rape the British girls! How cruel! Yashma... He was going to rape Yashma!

His evil side took full sway. He was like a bull waiting for the release! Waiting for the gate to open... Corrida! Spanish? No, Pakistani!

Maybe the soldiers were playing games and torturing them... Maybe they would not allow them to...

When the handcuffs were clicked open and his hands were free, at last, and the soldiers swiftly untied his ankles, Andy lept on his feet and he didn't feel the pain from his wrists.

He rushed directly at Yashma! She opened her mouth in a silent shriek of panic as she looked directly into him in disbelief and he plunged right into her, pinning her on the floor under his tall weight...

His kissing mouth found Yashma's tits and he started to taste her brown Pakistani nipples!

"Oh! Yashma... Yashma..." he half-uttered, half-slurped as he gleefully sucked her pale-olive breasts, pressing his face into them and feeling the imprint of her nipples against his sensitive skin. He couldn't believe it! He was directly having Yashma's tits!

"Hey British stud! Stop playing with the girl! Fill her up and get it done!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Look at him go, Major! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! They're turning on their own girls! What a bunch of pathetic cunts!"

Everywhere in the room, Briton girls were begging and protesting, calling Briton boy's names... "Philip?! No!!! Stop this!!!"

"Harry!!! Noooo!!! Nooooooo!!!"

"Grigory!!!"
"Timothy?!"

The shares were not equally distributed, Great Britain being a capitalist kingdom. Karen got secretly jealous, as no boy gave her any attention whatsoever in spite of her being Eve-nude and covered with crusts of dry Ugandan cum, the very way she had been taken downstairs to be paraded, then raped some more, this time with her tits flattened against the table as she was used bent over by several soldiers who got yet another ride and yet another blissful relief while calling her a "snobbish tart" and "good for African cocks".

No, Karen got zero attention. Sungh and her pale Asian skin got four boys all over her! Jenny got three admirers who ganged up on her; she understood with a shock of surprise that they were finding her smoking hot! Bridget and her pigtails attracted another team of three boys. But Yashma got six boys all to herself! Karen looked at her with nothing but hatred in her eyes. The bloody Pakistani cunt! Bloody migrants!

"Ohhh... You're all alone, little Briton girl... This is so sad!" a soldier told Karen as he forced the nude girl down on her knees.

"Now, Briton girl, suck my cock and stop crying!"

Along with all girls who did not have a following of British boys, Karen found herself on her knees with her open mouth filled with a hardening cock that was nearly as dark as liquorice, yet again.

"Put your hands around it, little tart, both hands! Both hands! Massage it! Yeah... Like this... Yeah... Go faster now... Faster... Ohh! Lovely little English mouth! You're a very good girl! Yeah..." the man kept saying, stroking Karen's brown hair as the Briton girl kept pleasuring the Ugandan soldier, both her small hands around his large cock.

Kim, Jillian, Katya, both teachers and a few other girls were all down on their knees and required to lick and suck Ugandan dicks to make their host country happy on the military front; all this while the British boys were gang-raping British girls under the close supervision of Ugandan officers, who were laughing their heads out as they saw the tragedy unfold.

A betrayal.

Andy was granite-hard. He clumsily pricked between Yashma's open legs and, lucky novice, he found her entrance in spite of her putting up resistance while other white boys restrained her four limbs while calling her a "bloody migrant slut!"

Andy said, "She's just as much of a tart as Sadiq Khan's daughters!" and one of his fellow Briton lads patted him on the back as he slowly inserted his prick inside the protesting girl whose bloodline hailed from Pakistan and India before that.

"Let's go Andy! Shag this entitled migrant! Shag her! Show her what UK is all about!"

"Yeah! Get that cunt! Get her! Get her!"

"Come on, Andy! Shag her deep!!!"

He heard his fellow boys encouraging him as he let out a wild scream of bliss and sank inside Yashma. One boy cursed and kicked him, but he was somehow pulled away and other curses followed, this time from the Ugandans. Matt was being kicked and punched as he kept cursing, enraged to see his countrymen gang-raping the girl he loved.

Andy recognized Matt's voice and he felt unfathomable elation from Yashma's pressure and tightness as he raped her and took his pleasure, for the first time of his life, too far gone in evil to realize what an awful way this was to lose his virginity.

Andy plowed Yashma, who was soon moaning like a bitch and pressuring his sides with her steaming legs as he got lost in the silky darkness of her hair, and breathed her oriental scent as he kept enjoying her tight pussy!

After way too short a time, Andy yelled, "aaahhh YASHMA!!! YASHMAAAAAAA!!!! y'RRR SOOO BLOODY HOT HHrrrHHHHNBNNNNHH!!!" and he powerfully erupted inside her, and almost died out of sheer bliss. What a bloody good fuck she was!

It was so good he had forgotten to raise himself and watch the jiggling play of her tits like he had wanted to; it was all so animalistic that his thoughts got crushed under the hormone overflow.

Andy had ample leasure to watch how Yashma's brown nipples danced atop her jiggling tits as each of the five other boys took his turn inside her and raped her very urgently, not one of them lasting more than two or three minutes before letting out a victorious growl or series of end-all grunts as Yashma got confirmed as a slut for British boys. If anyone of them felt guilt, it was but an afterthought that would perhaps only grow later, much later after the full realization of the deed would strike home in the boy's conscience.

The last boy to rape her was Matt. Yashma looked up into him and begged, "Matt! Shag me!"

Matt looked down at her and said, "I ain't gonna shag a cheap tart like you! You're a negro slut!"

Yashma cried out, "But I still love you, Matt! Please, Matt! Give me your cock! I've been dreaming of it all the time! Don't you understand that thinking of you was... that it's the only thing that's keeping me sane?! Please, Matt! Help me! Shag me good and hard!"

"You gonna suck my prick, you cheap migrant slut!" Matt said, unable to believe his words. What was happening to him?

He confusedly understood that he felt too ashamed to take her pussy. He settled for her mouth.

"Come on, girl, suck off your boy! We don't have all night!" the Ugandan Major yelled while his men had a good laugh.

Matt didn't feel the pain from the beating he just got. He was beside himself with arousal and the urgency to take his relief inside Yashma, be it her mouth or her pussy... But... He suddenly had an idea. Something mad and evil took hold of him as he spoke...

"Yashma, do you want to make me happy?"

"Yes, Matt! Yes, I do!!!"

"Then, get on your knees and hands so I can fuck you deep inside that tight little asshole!"

"Nooo... Matt, nooo! Not this!!! It's too... painful..."

"You heard your boy! Now girl, on your hands and knees! Time to get your rectum enlarged! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Hearing the Major's command, Yashma fought her pain, fought the anticipation of more pain to come, and slowly moved herself and rose, and turned herself, on all fours, helped into this position by the lascivious hands of the principal and a couple of young soldiers, who just couldn't get enough of the Pakistani girl. She was so smoking hot! Her gorgeous ass moved along with her, plainly exposed with the pale olive curves, and her Islamic butt crack, catching the room's light.

As she sensed Matt getting down on his knees behind her, as she felt his hands directly on her bottom, Yashma understood Matt was the one and only man she would let inside her willingly, except for her backdoor... When she'd be married to him and he'd be converted to Islam, then yes, she'd be all his as written in the Quran, but until then...

Yashma was ass-raped! Matt sank inside her butthole. She squealed in pain while also moaning. Matt, disbelief in his hands as he felt the silky cushions of Yashma's butt under his grip, disbelief in his eyes as he saw her gorgeous backside with her even more gorgeous curtain of black hair, disbelief in his prick as he slowly began to come and go inside her rectum!

"Oh! Yashma! I swear to God!!! Yashma... I swear to God!!!"

Matt felt nothing of the pain from his fresh beating-up. He was beside himself with arousal and adrenaline. His entire being was one big prick that just kept hammering Yashma deep, deep inside her ass!

He went nuts as he kept looking at the sweet line of shadow pointing up just above the enlarged entrance where his swollen cock kept plowing her anus; Yashma's butt crack got tiny and nonexistent where it shot up and got lost into the fleshy magic of her peanut-butter skin colour. Pale, but perhaps not so much... And her hips! Wide and curvy against her slim waist! She'd make a hot pornstar!

Most of all, Matt felt her under his hands. It was her presence that made it all so intense for him! His cock powerfully swelled to a painful state of hardness as he kept enjoying her tight rectum. No other girl existed for him other than Yashma. He had masturbated countless times in the shower while picturing this! Yashma! Deep-fucked in her ass! And now... Now!!!

"AAhh!!! Now Yashma! Now!!! Shagged! You're screwed!!! A cheap tart! A cheap Pakistani tart!!! Uggh Ohhh God!!! This is soo good!!! Nhh... Nhhh! Nhh! Nhhh! Nhh Nhhh Nhhh... Nhhhrrr..."

Yashma, while screaming with pain, heard and felt Matt's primal onslaught. There was uncountable shame. There was incredibly intense pain. She was being split in half and kept screaming, "Noooo! Noooo!!!! NoooooOOO!!!!" while the men were laughing. Someone poured more beer on her ass.

But each time she screamed, "Noooo!" she got closer to a climax that was building up to biblical proportions! It was rising like a Babel tower... All this while Matt was hard-raping her deep inside her rectum! His grunting was unbearably arousing and full of sweat and shame! His hands were sunk into her flesh as he kept blissfully pounding her ass!

Matt was suddenly struck with God's delight. He screamed... "yyAAAhh nnnnnNNNN YYYYYYUUGH!!"

And Yashma felt his ungodly twitch inside her... She knew he was flooding her down there!

Men were laughing out loud, and she realized she was fingering her own pussy! And moaning like a horny bitch! "AAahh AAAAaaahh aAAAAAAAhhh ahhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh Matt!!!"

Karen died with anger as she heard this. The man she was pleasuring felt her teeth. He pulled out of her and angrily began to beat her up. Soon, he was hitting her head with the butt of his rifle, then he masturbated where he stood high above her and he splattered her inert breasts with his rich semen as she lay unconscious.

All this while Yashma kept fingering herself while Matt remained inside her, his cock deflating, his hands resting on her colour-rich butt.

Pakistani girls were the hottest!

Andy pushed Matt out of the way, and he also pushed Yashma's hand out of the way. The teen boy had a new erection and he demanded his relief. With unfathomable bliss, Andy sank inside Yashma's pussy. He raped her! From behind, holding her waist and watching the repeated collisions of her soft curves against his lap... The clash between her olive skin and his pale British hide... It was so primal! So raw! So urgent! Hrrr! Hrrr... Hrrr... Yashma... Hrrr hrrr hrrr... Cheap tart!

Yashma's moans filled the place whit a Pakistani storm of pre-marital bliss all lost amid her distress and exhaustion. It was immoral and very un-Islamic.

Yashma climaxed like a cheap tart, thanking Allah that her parents were not there to see her like this, swearing to herself they would never learn. But several men were filming her exploits with their iPhones and she was likely to end up on PornHub, which her father regularly watched and he had a habit of looking for girls that were exactly her type. Mayor Sadiq Khan would probably masturbate to her exploits as well.

Andy soon ended his club-fest of strokes. He screamed, "God Save The Queen!!!" as he shot his heated bolts of British semen inside the Muslim girl. Oooohhh! Now this was some seriously great shagging!

"Oohhh! Yashma!!! You're the hottest girl ever!!!" he ejaculated as he blissfully pulled out of her.

TO BE CONTINUED.