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My wife Joy is gang banging

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I was watching a movie on TV when Joy came in and said she was going to take the dog for a walk. As she walked by she bent over and put the leash on the dog and I saw she didn't have on any panties on under her skirt. This didn't surprise me since she very seldom wears any panties or bra.

I sat back down to continue my movie but something nagged at me. The more I thought about the more curious I became.  Finally I knew that I had to check it out just so keep nagging me.  I headed for the park about two blocks away.  I figured she had about a fifteen minute head star
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t on me.  I walked fast.  Once in the park I took the path I usually do when I had to take the dog out.  I rounded a curve in the walkway that allowed me to look several hundred yards ahead. Knowing that Skip liked to sniff every bush and tree along the way I surmised that if she had taken this path I would see her ahead.  That meant that she had taken the cutoff path that went to where the stone picnic tables were.

I usually avoided this one since before I had stumbled across a young couple fucking on one of the tables.  I didn't want to disturb someone as I had that time before.  Let them fuck in peace was my motto.  I cut across the grass and through a stand of bushes and trees and in a few minutes I saw the first of the picnic tables.  Then I saw the patch of white that was Skip.  Well actually Skip was black and white but only the white showed up in the dim light of the street lamps.  What the hell.  Skip was tied to a picnic table on his long leash and he was gaily sniffing to his hearts content.  I made sure Skip wouldn't see me and I was downwind from him.  I looked for Joy at the table but there was no one there.

Now I was really curious.  I wasn't worried about Joy.  I had bought her the most powerful pepper spray possible.  It would shoot a stream over ten feet and she could spray a regiment of would be mashers with it if she had to.  Then movement at the next table about twenty five yards away caught my eye.  It was a flash of white.  I moved toward the table, keeping in the shadow and close to some bushes.  I could hear, softly, a male voice.  Then I cocked my ear and heard smacking sounds like something wet being hit by something wet also.  I could also hear moaning.  Female moaning.  Joy.  Was
she being raped?  I could make out at least three figures besides Joy's. One was behind her.  Her skirt was evidently pushed up as I clearly could make out her white ass cheeks and the whiteness of one of the male figures as it sawed back and forth.

Understanding came slow but at the same time fast.  Joy was being fucked. I moved as close as I dared.  If my wife was being raped, it was by at least three men.  I took my cell from my pocket and was about to dial 911 when I heard the male voice more clearly.  "Oh yes that's right baby just keep sucking my cock and I'll give you something to drink like always." As always the man who I now saw was sitting with his feet on the table.  My wife's head was in his lap and it bobbed up and down.  She was sucking the guy's cock while another one was fucking her from behind.  About that time the man fucking her began to grunt and then held himself against her ass.  He had just cum in her.  He moved aside and the second man took his place.  I could make out his white cock in the light of the street light on the path as he hefted it and drove it in her.  I could swear that Joy pushed her ass back to help him.  She was definitely not being raped.

With the awareness that she had to be a willing participant to this I also had the awareness that my cock was making a stiff tent in my pants.  I took it out and held it.  My eyes had adjusted to the light more and now I could make out the cock in her mouth.  From the way she lifted her head high before coming back down I surmised that it was a very long cock.  I had began to jack off my cock quietly as she was fucked and she was sucking the sitting man.  I heard him moan as he held her head down on his cock.  She was deep throating him.

Joy had been sucking the long cock of the man for at least ten minutes that I had watched and probably some time before I arrived.  Then as I was about to cum myself the man behind her did as the first had done.  When he moved away I saw another one step from the shadows of the overhang and join the other two.  The three than walked away without a word.  Not a one of them said a word to Joy and she never turned to see who they were.  I was shaking the cum from my cock when I heard the man say "Alright love here it comes." He made some sounds and Joy choked some and then I saw her began to lick the cock off. She appeared to be stroking it.  Getting the dredges of his orgasm I guessed.  Then he too slid off the table and got behind her ass.  He knelt down and his face disappeared in her butt.  There was some sucking sounds
for a few minutes and then he said "I think that got most of it love."

Joy began to straighten herself up and then she spoke "You can have more here tomorrow night," she said "I love lots of cocks."  The man kissed her then drifted off in the shadow of the path.  I was about to confront her but thought better.  I saw her head toward Skip and I left as quietly as possible.  I took off through the trees and stayed off the path.  I came out less than a block away from our house.  I beat her home by five minutes. I was as I had been when she left.  I pretended to have fallen asleep.  She let Skip off the leash and said " I think I'll have a shower before bed and then disappeared into another part of the house.

I enjoyed watching Joy get fucked and I wanted to see more of it.  I waited till the next night and as soon as she left for Skip's walk I was right begin her.  In my pocket was a small but powerful pair of binoculars.  I kept her in sight as she
walked up the path toward the picnic tables.  She tied skip to the same one she had the night before.  I saw her approach the same man I had seen before and to my astonishment they kissed.  She molded her body to his for a good five minutes.  Then I saw movement as several men materialized from the shadow.  They held back as my wife and her lover kissed hotly then he led her to the same table as before.

He dropped his pants and I got out my binoculars .  I focused them and I had been right about the size of the man's cock.  It was large.  "Oh it's real big tonight," I heard Joy say "Please...fuck me with it tonight."

"No Joy you only get to suck this one...but it looks like you have about seven to fuck you tonight" the man said.  By now the men had taken out their cocks and I focused my glasses on them.  I even recognized a couple of them.  Well let me say that I had seen them before in the neighborhood. Our neighborhood.  It was a sprawling walled in community with this park at
it's center.  I had to assume that all the men lived there also.  It's sort of hard to just drive in past the guards at the entrance.  The man had taken his place on the picnic table and Joy started to take his cock in her mouth when he stopped her "I think tonight you should be completely naked. Joy hesitated for a minute then pulled her slipover off past her head.  A quick unzip and she whisked her skirt off past her feet.  She did look a little uncomfortable naked in the open for she did look around.  When she saw the men they turned their faces quickly away.  I understood then that they wanted to be anonymous.  Joy swallowed the man's cock and jutted her ass out for the first man to step up and put his cock in her cunt.

With the glasses my wife and her fuckers were brought close to me.  I could make out her lips compressing around the fat shaft.  I will admit that I got instantly hard at seeing my wife act like a plain slut.  I began to jack off just as the man behind her rammed his cock in her.  I saw her mouth open slightly around the cock in her mouth in pleasure.  He began to slam hard into her and the man she was sucking encouraged him own "Go man, he said "Fuck the slut with all you have she needs real fucking tonight." As if in answer to the man her fucker started to fuck her with a renewed passion.  The man jerked her face from his cock "Do you like being fucked like that Joy, you whore," he snarled "do you like his cock?"

"Oh yes I love it," she cried out "Make him keep fucking me." The last wasn't necessary.  As soon as he had cum in her there was another to take his place.  This time she screamed around the man's cock "Oh my God yes," she said "His cock is in my ass." At hearing this I came all over the ground.  Fucking Joy in the ass was something I had always wanted to do but had not done.  I made up my mind then.  I put the glasses away and, with my cock in my hand, walked over to the group.  I kept to her rear so she would not see me.  Now I was looking over another man's shoulder at the cock fucking her ass.  He was pretty much the same size as me but Joy seemed to be taking it pretty well.  I knew then that I would finally get to fuck Joy in her ass.

I had to wait while two more men fucked her cunt before I had my chance. I stepped up behind her and fitted my cock to her dripping anus.  I started to be easy but as my cock head touched her ass hole I lost control and rammed it in to the hilt.  This made her scream around the man's cock.  "Oh yes...that's good," he said "Fuck her good...it's making her suck me so
good." Knowing that she was sucking the cock so good I fucked her ass hard. I managed to look around to see her face all the way down on his cock.  Her mouth was in the man's pubic hair as she deep throated him.  I wished it was my cock she was sucking so deliciously.  

I would love to say that I fucked her ass for a long time but truth be was that I came in just a few minutes I was so excited that my cock had finally found itself in Joy's ass.  I was pushed aside as another horny man took my place and used her cunt.  "You know," the man standing beside me stroking a large cock said "The best thing that ever happened to me was
three months ago when I came up on her sucking her man's cock."

"Did you fuck her then" I asked?

"Well hell yes," he said "Her husband, I guess, told me to fuck her and I have fucked her about three times a week since then." The sound of the cock slapping into Joy and the noise she mad slurping away at his cock was loud in the night.  "Damn I wish my own wife was this slutty," the man said "I would really love to see her get fucked good like this." I knew how he felt.  I was truly loving seeing Joy be screwed so thoroughly by all these men.  About that time four more men walked up.  According to my count Joy would have at least a dozen cocks in her that night.  The man who I had been talking with told me that he better fuck her before she got too loose and stepped up to her well used dripping cunt.  I watched as he put his large cock head to her and pushed it in.  He was larger than the ones so far and his cock squished cum from her cunt when he speared her.  I tried to be casual as the new men took their cocks out.  I wanted to see what
kind of cocks were going to fuck my wife but didn't want to seem like I was interested in them for myself.

The man finished fucking Joy and as soon as he pulled out I had my cock ready and pushed into her gooey cunt before the other men had a chance.  It was like a wet warm cunt filled with mush that I went into.  It felt great. I knew then that I would be one of her regulars every night she went to walk Skip.  I hung back as all the men fucked her and watched intently as
the man she was sucking filled her mouth.  I saw his cum run down his long shaft and she quickly scooped it into her mouth.  When the last man drained himself in her I saw the man get behind her and suck her cunt dry.  I knew that I would have to find a way to do that also.  It was two nights later as I stood back and just before he had a chance to suck her cunt I yelled "Hey I saw a cop car's lights." The man quickly ran off and Joy hurried to take Skip away.  I knew that sperm was running down her legs.  She hurried off.

I was waiting for when she started to the bathroom.  I pulled Joy to me and kissed her before she could resist.  I tasted cum in her mouth.  I soon had her on the couch and sucking the cum that had survived the walk back. Joy looked frightened but I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  I didn't try that again but something else happened.  Skip was an old dog and
one morning we woke to find that he had went to happy dog land in the night. I felt that Joy's sorrow was more motivated by not having him to take on her walks.  Being the good husband I was I had a present for Joy when she came home for work that night.  I never have seen a woman so happy at getting a new dog as a present.  She gave him his first walk that night.
Or rather the dog gave her the first walk that night.  You see I bought her a Great Dane.  I wanted to see what happened.

A honeymoon in Africa

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Honeymoon in Africa
My wife, Kate, and I became lovers at college.  We were both studying anthropology at the time.  She was very beautiful, a tall, long-legged brunette with the face of an angel.  She looked a million dollars in a dress, and when she matched it with high boots, which she often did, she was magic.  This was coupled with a smile to melt the heart of the coldest.  I remember being so proud when she became my girlfriend.  She was such a beautiful and gracious lady, she turned heads wherever she went.
We were both passionate travelers, and being students of anthropology, enjoyed many adventures together to remote parts of the world
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, mostly Australia and Indo-China.   We particularly enjoyed meeting indigenous people and learning from them.  Taking a year out of college to travel the world, we backpacked through many countries, seeking out the most remote places and people.  We enjoyed ourselves so much that the year turned into two.  Eventually, of course we knew that we had to return to normal life and finish our studies. 
We got an apartment and settled back to study.  It was hard at first but we agreed with each other to persevere until we graduated.  We were deeply in love and decided to set ourselves a target - we would get married when we both had graduated. 
Well, the day finally came when we both graduated.  The wedding occurred shortly afterwards and we were the happiest couple on earth.  My father offered to pay for the honeymoon, wherever we wanted.  We were delighted and had no problem agreeing where we wanted to go – Africa.  It was one place we had never been, yet both wanted so much to see.  It was, after all, the birth place of the human race.
When we arrived, we found Africa to be all we hoped for.  The sights were breathtaking and the people traditional and very friendly.  The service in our hotel was second to none - we felt really at home there.  On the second day we took a safari trip.  This was fantastic and Kate and I filled our cameras with pictures.  The guide in charge of the trip, Mula, was a very tall, very black African, with a smile that would be the envy of any toothpaste ad.  He was very attentive and helpful at all times, and was also an abundance of information and knowledge for inquisitive tourists like us. 
During the course of the day I had a long discussion with Mula about the local tribes and customs.  He was pleased at my interest and was very helpful – eventually offering to take us to see a very remote tribe, away from the usual tourist trail, if we so wished.  I was thrilled with this unexpected opportunity and arranged to meet him the following day, after he was finished his safari tour.  I tipped him generously.
The following evening Mula collected us at our hotel.  We drove off in a rather dilapidated old car, Mula being as talkative as usual.  Kate was looking gorgeous in a short white skirt which accentuated her long tanned legs, and a tight yellow top.  It might sound provocative but the evening was very warm.  Her face was flushed with the heat, and the excitement she also felt at the forthcoming adventure.  An opportunity like this was not to be had every day by your average anthropologist, and she knew it.
After about an hour’s driving, the last twenty minutes of which were on little more than jungle paths, we arrived.  The village was small, about twenty huts, set in a beautiful clearing which banked onto a stunningly blue lake.  All around it was dense jungle which stretched for miles in every direction.  The only break was the track by which we had come in.
The evening was very warm but the lake made the heat more bearable, though Kate and I had to apply generous amounts of insect repellent to ward off the first wave of welcoming native life forms.  The second wave was the children.  They seemed to come from everywhere at once, their eager smiling faces radiating their excitement at our presence.  We were soon surrounded by a crowd of mostly naked, screaming children.  Fortunately we had expected this and had brought candy and other items to give them. 
When the children had dispersed we met the adults.  They came out to greet us with leaves containing various fruits.  They appeared more reserved than the children but, nevertheless, graced us with their now familiar brilliant, if slightly shier, smiles.  We graciously accepted their gifts and were quickly drawn into the group.  There seemed to be a lot of excitement and Mula explained that they had arranged a feast in honour of our visit.  We were absolutely thrilled – this was proving to be beyond anything we could have wished for.
As we were hustled into the center of the village I was noticing the people around us.  Their skin was so black it was almost a deep shiny blue.  They were all dressed in traditional dress and half walked, half danced along with us.  I was immediately aware of all the bare breasted females around me.  Some were older but many of the younger ones were proudly displaying pert breasts and bodies to match - their asses were seriously rounded and they seemed to know instinctively how to move them.  The men on the other hand all seemed to be quite tall and athletic looking, almost threatening were it not for the intrigued, smiling way they constantly glanced at us.   I could see the sparkle in Kate’s eyes as she also enjoyed the lively display of their hospitable welcome.
 We were next presented with a local drink.  As I could no longer see Mula to find out what it was, we had to drink it on faith.  It was reasonably pleasant with a sort of liqueur taste. Enjoying it, we drank it down only to find it to be immediately replaced with another by our observant and attentive hosts.  Everybody, apart from the children, were drinking this potion and they seemed to be quite happy and excited. 
At this stage the older women took the children away to the huts as dusk was approaching.  We were left with the younger adults, among which I now saw Mula drinking with a small group of men.   Taking Kate by the arm I approached them. Mula introduced us and we were immediately offered more drink.  We were so enchanted by this unexpected evening we went along.  There was then some chatter in their language and Mula explained that we had to move away from the huts as the children were gone to bed. 
We moved further down towards the edge of the lake.  It was out of hearing of the huts and was magical.  The dark shadows of the jungle stretched off to either side while the emerging moon cast a ray of hope across its dark waters, providing a pale brightness against the encroaching darkness of the night.  On the grass near the edge of the lake there were a number of tree trunks positioned loosely around in a circle, serving as seats.  At the centre there was an area covered with a sort of coarse grass which seemed to glimmer in the light thrown off by several fires that began to spring up along the edge of the lake. The jungle was only thirty meters away in either direction, and it felt like this was a haven of life and happiness in an otherwise empty universe of darkness. 
I put my arm around Kate’s bare shoulder as we both gazed out upon the beauty of the lake, listening to the sounds of the jungle all around us.   This was heaven for us.  Then a drum began to beat, slowly and low at first, then gradually rising in both tempo and volume.   I could now discern a number of dancers in the centre of the circle, young men and women gyrating to the rhythm of the drum.  There were also a number of people sitting on the logs, just two meters away from us, smoking, drinking and watching the hypnotic movements of the dancers. 
Suddenly Mula interrupted us, offering freshly rolled cigarettes.  He explained that this was locally grown weed and was very good.  At this stage the drink was having an effect on both of us and we were slightly happy and in party mood.  As we had both smoked weed at college we were not too hesitant in accepting a joint.  We puffed a bit and were soon both giggling a little, astonished at our good fortune. By now, of course, any ideas of making scientific notes were long gone and we were just having a great time.  But it was our honeymoon after all - we were madly in love and we both wanted the magic.
Needing to relieve myself I headed towards the nearest trees, stumbling a little on the way.  When finished I returned to join the group of men standing with Mula.  This was smaller now, only four remaining, and I noticed that Kate had moved to join two women sitting on one of the logs.  I could tell she was a little wasted because she was talking to them animatedly even though neither side had a clue what the other was talking about.  But I must admit that I was also a little woozy by now and any concerns I might have entertained were gone with the smoke.
I stood for a while listening to the men chatting, with Mula sometimes translating what they were saying, out of politeness, to me.  I was only half listening anyway, my mind intoxicated by the evening in every sense.  More and more my eyes were drawn to the dancers, their bodies glistening with sweat, moving sensuously it seemed now, in the light thrown off by the fires. I watched the swaying breasts of the dark beauties as they stamped and turned in the increasing ecstasy of their dance.  The young men danced close, thrusting their hips forward, in time to the beat of the drum, towards the bodies of the dancing maidens.  It was truly hypnotic to watch. 
It was then I noticed one of the young men taking Kate by the hand and dragging her up to dance.  I watched in slightly stupefied interest as she allowed herself to be coerced into dancing with the man.  However, she was soon in time with the rhythm and seemed to be enjoying herself.  I had another smoke meanwhile and just watched them.  I was a bit jealous but too stoned to be bothered.  I could see that Kate was stoned too – she was dancing to the rhythm, eyes closed most of the time as though hypnotized.  While watching Kate dance my vision seemed to tunnel and for a while it seemed there was no one but her.  Her white skirt and yellow top stood out clearly against the all consuming darkness surrounding her. 
Slowly I began to discern a darker shadow around her.  He towered over her and moved in time with her body.  She was facing me as she danced in the firelight with her eyes closed.  He was behind her.  I could see that his arms were around her waist as he held her to him, both swaying to the soft rhythm of the drum.  I tried to think but it was difficult, I could only watch them, as Mula and his friends chatted quietly next to me.  Most of the people seemed to be gone now, I noticed.  Besides Mula’s small group and the drummer, a couple sitting on one log and a handful of dancers were all that were left. 
I focused again on Kate.  She seemed to be more aware now and was gently trying to break free of the grip of the huge African behind her.  All her efforts were, however, to no avail.  His sheer size and obvious strength made her feeble attempts to free herself pointless.  I knew I should do something.  I stepped forward and immediately stumbled, not sure whether I was pushed by those around me or the effects of the alcohol and weed.  In any event I found myself face down in the dirt, luckily avoiding hitting my head on the tree trunk seat in front of me. 
The African’s who had been chatting with Mula immediately came to my aid and helped me up by my arms.  However, when I was on my knees they placed their large black hands on both my shoulders, preventing me from getting to my feet.  I tried a couple of times, but each time they would apply gentle pressure on my shoulders while giving me their brilliant smiles.  I heard Mula in the distance telling me not to worry, just relax. 
Unable to get to my feet I refocused on Kate.  The black giant was still holding her by her waist and dancing slowly to the rhythm of the drum.  He seemed to purposefully hold her in a position which had her directly facing me.  I watched as his right hand moved down over her white skirt while his left arm held her firmly just under her breasts.  She was tall but in his shadow that did not show.   I watched, hypnotized, as his right hand reached the hem of her skirt, where it seemed to pause for a while.  They were both swaying with the rhythm, though Kate was clearly uncomfortable.  Her eyes showed her fear.  On the other hand I had the impression that his eyes were focused on me.  They seemed to bore into me, backed by his gleaming smile. 
I struggled to free myself at this stage, realizing that things were getting out of hand.  My efforts, like those of Kate, were to achieve little.  They held me tighter, without any outward signs of antagonism, their brilliant white smiles perpetually in place.  They just did not seem to be threatening.  However, they managed, with ease, to prevent me from getting to my feet. I have to admit they were all taller than I and, I dare say, stronger and fitter.  Being rather wasted didn’t help me either.
I continued struggling pointlessly until I felt a hand grasp my hair.  I was already in a kneeling position with my arms held, now my head was suddenly jerked into direct line of sight of my beloved Kate.  I knew we were in trouble.  I was helpless and being forced to watch a very erotic dance involving my bride and a black giant.  His hand grasped the hem of her skirt – she could not stop him.  I watched as he slowly lifted her skirt up, continuously moving with the rhythm of the low drums.  It was truly hypnotic and I found myself enchanted by the scene.  I honestly could not do anything at the time, as anytime I moved, the hands holding me got firmer, including the hand in my hair, which held me watching the scene in the circle.  There didn’t seem to be any point in crying out.  I just watched.
Slowly Kate’s skirt was raised.  I could now clearly see her panties.  He eyes were wide but her body was moving with the dance.  He tucked the hem of her skirt under his left arm, pinning it beneath her breasts.  His right hand then began to explore her pussy, rubbing gently over her panties.  He seemed to glare straight at me as his hand probed the most intimate part of my beloved.  I knew I was powerless to influence events, and the recognition dawned suddenly on me that I was about to watch Kate being raped.
I was right.  Another black African appeared dancing close to her.  He danced in front of her, while she was held from behind by the first.  All three seemed to move in unison, answering to the low beat of the drums.  For a moment I had a vision of a piece of white chicken in a black bread sandwich.  
The erotic dance with Kate continued.  My emotions at this point are impossible to describe so it is probably best to just continue with the story as I experienced it.  His right hand was now massaging her pussy, he moved the fabric aside and allowed his long black fingers to explore her deeply, continuously staring at me.  Suddenly, the man dancing in front of Kate grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward towards him.  As she was still held at the waist, her head was dragged down towards his tummy.  I could now see that he had his cock out and it was basically in Kate’s face. 
I struggled anew but in vain.  I did not have any idea how many men were holding me but I couldn’t move, couldn’t even turn my head away from the scene unraveling before my eyes.  Kate called out to me then, a heart rending cry for help.  It cut to the core of me, but, for some reason, I didn’t respond, knowing I could not help her, and basically being resigned, as I was, to the inevitable.  
I could now see that the guy holding Kate by the hair had his cock in her mouth.  It was long and I saw that she was struggling to cope with it.  At the same time the guy behind her lifted her skirt completely and basically ripped her panties off.  He handled her rear for a few moments before he too produced a very large cock.  He then guided it to her pussy using his right hand.  She was busy with the cock in her mouth and seemed to jolt when the head of the other cock touched the lips of her pussy from behind. 
The next is the strange bit.  The guy entering Kate from behind didn’t plough into her as I expected.  Rather he was quite gentle.  He held her hips firmly in his massive dark hands while he carefully and slowly entered her.  He only allowed the head of his cock into her pussy before he withdrew it again.  He repeated this for a while, with a very slow tempo, never penetrating deep.  I soon realized that he knew what he was doing.  Slowly but surely, and to my horror, Kate began to thrust her butt rearwards to meet him.  He smiled hugely at me.  Kate was now sucking vigorously on the big black cock in her mouth, while, at the same time, doing her best to get as much of the other large cock into her pussy as was possible.  Her rear lover was not going to be rushed however and he slapped her, quite hard on the ass, when she appeared to be too eager.
Too my growing horror I could see immediately that Kate changed her behavior, as though to please him.  He continued to slap her ass severely, but his words seemed gentler as a result.  Both men were continuously talking to her as they slowly and gently fucked her, but I did not understand any word of what they were saying. 
The guy at her rear was now clearly picking up pace.  His thrusts were going deeper and faster.  I could see the reflection of the firelight in the sweat of his black brow.  His concentration on what he was doing was spelled out in his face.  He was deliciously enjoying each thrust of his giant cock into this beautiful white female.  I have to admit that I too was taken with the beauty of the occasion, despite my internal struggles.  Kate, I could see, was now completely enraptured in the primitive sexual play in which she had the leading role.  She was sucking and bucking for all she was worth.  I was shocked, as I had never seen, or even imagined, the likes of what I was now witnessing.  Kate was coming repeatedly before my eyes.
It was about this time that I felt a push and found myself chest down on the tree log.  I was held tight while someone tied me to the log by my hands and neck.  I honestly cannot recall my thoughts at this point but do remember looking desperately at my beloved Kate being serviced at both ends by giant black natives, and she was  showing growing appreciation to her rapists.   This was my horror.
It was then I felt my own trousers being undone.  A hand was undoing my belt, then button and zip.  Suddenly I found myself tied face down on a tree trunk with my trousers and shorts down around my knees, while watching my bride enjoying being raped and humiliated by natives.  I tried to call out to her then but I couldn’t.
A finger probed my ass.   It was oiled and was both a shock and a relief to me.  I remembered how gently they had raped Kate initially, and now hoped my rape would be equally so.  It was.  Having oiled my ass liberally I felt an equally oily cock head touch my rim.  I squirmed.  But it persisted.  Pushing gently but firmly it entered me.  Arms clasped themselves around my neck as warm panting breath coursed my right ear.  He was heaving on me now, getting more urgent by the moment.  His initial restraint was ebbing as his thrusts into me got deeper and harder.  It was hurting.  I did my best to relax and accept it.  The dope helped.  But, nevertheless, I was beginning to experience something new, something phenomenal.  I saw for a moment my bride, lustfully accommodating two dark giant cocks in the firelight and at the same time experienced a sexual high, as I too was being raped.
Sickening as this was it continued.  To my horror my rapist reached a hand around and grasped my now firm cock.  He started to wank me in time to his thrusts, still keeping things slow.  The pain in my ass was now gone and he was deep in me, well past my sphincter.  I knew I was aroused and was filled with a conflict of disgust and primitive lust.  I knew I was one of them.  My orgasm was approaching fast.  Behind me, he fucked me harder and harder.  I could feel his cock thickening inside me as his breath in my ear became shorter and shorter.  He exploded inside me – I couldn’t help myself, I came all over his black hand.
I saw Kate now with three men fucking her.  She was straddling one black, another was in her ass and she was sucking a monstrous phallus with delirium.  I had completely lost control of the situation but was still in a sexual high.  A large black cock was suddenly presented to my face and without any thought I had it in my mouth.  He fucked my mouth viciously until he came, filling my mouth with his dark African sperm.  He held my hair until I had swallowed it all.  Another raped my ass while this was happening.
In the morning Mula dropped us back to our hotel.  We did not speak on the journey.  Just before paying him I asked if he actually knew what happed last night.  He smiled that maddening smile they have and said, “My people have traditions, ancient traditions.  You white people think you can study us and understand us? You never will, but I helped you in your search, did I not?  You wanted to see traditional African culture and you have.  Mula always gives his customers what they want.
It took a long time for Kate and I to come to terms with what had happened.  But, over time we did with the help of counseling – we learned to talk about it, and that was healing.  Our talking about it, however, more and more led to us having sex.  That is why I don’t name the area where this event happened.  Kate and I now visit every year.

 

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