13-08-21 | Megan Ryder
The African soldier was humping away while he
made me stand in the corner and look. As he got closer
to coming, he suddenly stopped and asked "You want me
to knock her up or do you wanna be a rubber for my
load." I stood there dumfounded. My wife, panting
heavily from his fucking her, spoke as best she could.
"Gasp! ... I told him ... Gasp! ... about you
sucking ... Gasp! ... pussy clean before... Gasp! ...
to keep ... Gasp! ... me from getting ... Gasp! ...
pregnant... Gasp! ... Sucking him off ... Gasp! ...
will make it ... Gasp! ... easier for you ... Gasp! ...
get it all ... Gasp! ... do it honey ... Gasp! ...
suck him for me."
I wasn't thrilled about becoming a cocksucker
for this rugged looking muscle laden black soldier,
but I couldn't fault my wife's logic. I slowly walked
over.
My wife urged me on and reminded me for the
hundredth time I was her only birth control. His big
long jutting black cock was all wet with her cunt
juices and was palpitating.
I knew I had no choice, I had to do what had to
be done to protect my wife. He pushed me to my knees
and held a knife before my face warning me about biting
him as he pushed his mammoth swollen dick between my
lips.
He started working it back and forth deeper into
my mouth. As I totally submitted to him, and followed
his instructions, out the corner of my eye, my wife
beamed a broad smile and uttered for me to grab his
ass. The feel of his taunt muscular rear and hard bone
between my sucking lips made me feel so humiliated and
submissive, but yet excited as I knelt there in full
view of her.
Later he placed one of my hands on his huge
balls. I was fondling his bull size nuts as he shot
off. He spurted several forceful gushers. There was
so much to swallow, but I managed to get most of it
down. He held me to his semi-hard pole for a while and
had me milk it thoroughly.
As the Black soldier was getting dressed, my
wife reminded me to thank him for being so considerate
and kind. I meekly did as she requested. Later she
congratulated me.
"You were a good rubber for him darling. I'm
proud of the way you took every bit of his load. Isn't
that nice of him to spread the word to see if the
other soldiers might want to let you do the same for
them?"
I could only say yes, under the circumstances.
It was about ten minutes later when another soldier
came in for a fuck. Rita asked if he wanted to use me
as a dump for his wad after he started fucking her.
He agreed to my rubber act but only if I asked him.
It was embarrassing to do it, but I did so with
encouragement from my wife.
Seven more soldiers came by but only four of
them agreed to for me to be their sucking condom. They
said I'd just have to do a good suck job on my wife to
keep her from getting knocked up.
The very last fellow agreed to let me take his
load but changed his mind. He told me my wife's cunt
was too good not to come in when he got ready to shoot.
However he still wanted and demanded that I milk his
cum smeared wet dick. I was in no position to argue
with him. I did as he demanded.
After the last soldier left, Rita didn't waste
a moment in smothering my face with her reeking sloppy
slimy cunt.
"That's it honey! ... Suck me out good! ...
OOOOH! ... Get all those spermies outa there! ....
Stick your tongue deep up there! ... That's it, eat up
their cum! ... Show them you know how to fight back
for them fucking your wife! ... OOOOH! That's so good!"
With her literally riding and grinding her wet slimy
hairy cunt all over my face, there was nothing I could
do but do as she demanded.
After she got her jollies for the eighteenth
time that night, we got ready for bed. But instead of
her letting me have her like the 11 big black soldiers
had enjoyed her, she jerked me off and smilingly wished
her little cock sucker and cunt eater good night.
This was the eighth time she had done this since
we'd been hijacked from our cruise ship and captured
by this group of guerrillas. I began to get the feeling
that she reveled in the heavy sexing by our captors and
wasn't that thrilled with my much smaller prick
anymore.
As I laid there trying to sleep, I wondered if
we'd ever get out of this living hell. This was our
tenth day in captivity, but it seemed almost like ten
months.
We were one of five white couples who'd been
kidnapped and held as hostages by the group. We were
all from the same hometown in Ohio.
The black rebels had taken us back to their
camp and put each couple in a guarded cabin and
sexually abused our wives from the first day, since
there were no other women in the camp. Like me, all
the other husbands were white and humiliated the same
as I was. To make matters even worse, the other
husbands were noticing the same thing about their
wives. They seemed to be not only enjoying the
relentless sex they were being subjected too, but also
the abject humiliation we husbands were being put
through.
The soldiers treated us husbands like slaves
and had us doing all sorts of womanly chores, like
washing their clothes and being maids to our wives,
who they'd made whores for their troops, both at this
camp and for other troops passing through. To further
humiliate us, we had to wear dresses and respond to
the feminine versions of our names.
Like me, the other husband's mouths were their
wives only birth control.
As we did our daily camp chores, we husbands
shared experiences and exchanged tips on how best to
handle our situation. One of the favorite places was
at the stream where we five gathered to wash clothes,
of course under the watchful eye of two armed guards.
On our eleventh day in captivity, while doing
the morning wash, we husbands exchanged news. One of
the daily topics was always how many soldiers our wives
had been fucked by the previous night and how we were
coping with eating all that spent jism from their well-
used cunts. Such discussions helped us form a bond of
the type that never existed before between us as
neighbors.
One of the husbands named Sam, dubbed Samantha
by the rebels, finally gathered the courage to tell
the group that he gave in to one of the rebel
sergeant's demands and let the horny rebel fuck him
up the ass as his wife watched.
Samantha went on to let us know that he soon
had other soldiers wanting to do this to him too, once
they saw him in his mandatory drag attire. He then
told us of how this gave his wife a break from the
relentless fucking she'd been experiencing, and that
we other husbands might want to consider doing the
same for our wives - to give them a break from at
least some of those big black dicks that might want to
fuck us up the ass.
While we all had experienced forced cock sucking
at one time or another since being captured, none of
us to date had been forced to get ass fucked. There
was a silence in the group as he spoke. When he
finished, there was sort a general agreement, that we
loved our wives but we didn't know if we could wil-
lingly go that far.
Samantha acknowledged he understood, but went
on to tell us things to do to make taking the rebels
huge pricks easier as well as how he found being fucked
unexpectedly pleasurable.
It turned out the camp doctor had given Samantha
an enema solution to enlarge himself for the doctor's
big rod, since he was the one that first fucked
Samantha.
It wasn't a week later before every one of us
husbands had our ass cherries busted by a black
soldier. It seemed that our wives liked the help that
Samantha's wife was getting and also brought it to the
attention of the other husbands.
From there word sort of spread around the camp
that all the husbands were fuckable. In no time the
pressure was too great for us not to give our wives
such help or to submit to the soldiers who wanted us
that way.
It was not uncommon for us husbands to watch
helplessly as our wives were fucked by as many as
three or four men at a time. However, after we
husbands started being male "pussies" for the troops,
we too found ourselves being grouped banged the same
as our wives.
The typical arrangement when there were a large
group of troops coming through and they had to be
"pleasured" quickly, we husbands found a line of
troops standing there to fuck our rears while another
line was standing to unload their large lusty wads
between our sucking lips.
It was after one such occasion after my wife
and I had serviced 60 troops together in our little
shack. In six hours she'd handled 36 rock hard giant
coal black cocks and I 24. That was a new record for
me.
After the last troops had finished with us and
I had "tongue douched" her for the umpteenth time that
night, we laid back and assessed what we'd been through
- something that'd become a common thing in our current
situation - she hugged and praised me on my new record.
We cuddled and kissed, each of us reeking of the smell
of the troop's abundant jism.
This particular night I was filled to the brim
with jism. Not only had I swallowed 15 heavy loads
from all the dicks I sucked, but also having slurped
up all the spent semen from her sloppy gloppy hairy
gash really had me full.
"Honey, while it has been horrifying, this
experience has been good for us. It's brought us
closer, and I think this has made you a more sensitive
caring husband." My wife said as she embraced me
tighter. She went on to add how she was thrilled at
Seeing me suck off those big blue black dicks and
swallowing all they had to give without missing a drop.
She had equal praise for all the pricks I'd taken in
my "ass pussy".
We were at the camp for three more months before
it was overrun by another rebel faction. We just went
from one master to another. Because this new group
continued using us for their pleasure too.
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