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Chapter 9

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Wrapping Things Up

Some men were remarkably fast, literally after only two or three minutes they were done. But that was only a couple of them. After five minutes most of them were still fucking away.

The room was full of sexual sounds. The girls didn't speak much, any words uttering from their mouths were probably in Swedish, but I don't think even a fluent Swedish speaker would understand them; groans, mumbling, and indistinct muttering was all I could hear, that and plenty of hoarse breathing. The refugees were much more vocal, using their own language, some of them speaking to the man next to them, some of them laughing, all of them clearly enjoying the free pink pussy that had been handed to them. They would yell 'Allah Akbar' once in a while.

Some of the men were kissers, with all the beautiful Scandinavian faces in the room, it was easy to see why they would want to suck on some cute little pink lips and suck on some white cheekbones. But most of them were doing other things with their mouths, mostly sucking on the white tits. All of the men seemed to love the fresh white tits, some more than others, but I don't believe any of the tits in the room were completely ignored, by the time it was all over, all of them had been fondled groped and sucked on.

Some of the men were quite handsy, by the time they were done with their girl, their black hands had touched literally every centimeter of their girl's body, while others used their hands only for leverage and for supporting their own bodies.

Orgasms were popping up everywhere now. As the refugee's balls erupted, the men groaned fairly loud, much louder than white men, probably because their sexual organs were larger so more semen was emitting from them.

There is something about a freshly fucked girl that is so damned hot, and right there in front me me, many freshly fucked girls were beginning to appear. The refugee would clench his ass, make that noise, make that face, and then hold completely still with his cock embedded deep inside a white pussy. Either that or he would just keep pumping away while ejaculating, you could tell by his grunts and spasms that he was cutting lose. Clearly their black balls were exploding into those fertile white pussies and filling their wombs with semen, filling their wombs as full as they had ever been filled before.

Then the girl would lay there on her back, even after the refugee rolled off of her. She would hold her legs spread out just as she had held them out while she was being fucked, and I would watch as the cream began to slowly roll out of her snatch.

My balls erupted as well, I got every drop into the garbage pail the doctor had given me. It was a big one, one of the biggest I had ever had. After my ejaculation, the doctor moved from me and began walking onto the mats and speaking to the girls who had recently received an ejaculation, congratulating them and encouraging them to lay on their backs and lift their knees into the air. Supposedly that increased the chances of impregnation. She spoke many words in Swedish as well that I didn't understand.

After their orgasm, the refugee would lay on his back breathing, some of them were breathing naturally, the older ones were breathing more heavily, trying to suck oxygen into their lungs. Some of the men had patches of white in their hair and beards and were clearly at least thirty years older than the girls, perhaps forty, but even they performed successfully.

At the end there were only two refugees still fucking their white girls. Neither of them seemed to be in much of a hurry, I had a suspicion that both of them had been intentionally holding out and trying to extend the fuck session for as long as they could.

Watching the last two refugees fucking their white girls, I noticed the storm outside had really grown in intensity. The rain seemed to be coming in sideways and pounding against the windows like marbles.

It was a beautiful experience to witness, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wondered how many of the girls would be knocked up. 'All of them' was probably a little too optimistic, but 'none of them' seemed unrealistic as well. I was very uneducated on the subject, but in my own mind I guessed it would be half of them who were knocked up. I was just glad I was able to witness it.

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