A wife and the Amazon Tribe (Book 1)

by King B

  The contractions of the scrotum continued and with each contraction came a low sobbing, “no,” from Julie, and a loud grunt from the chief.

  As the chief’s grunts continued, Julie was being filled with his potent seed and felt a strange pressure starting to rise in her abdomen. After some time, as she started feeling a little uncomfortable with it, suddenly felt some thick liquid shoot down through tight space around the cock and her walls, and with a squirting sound, leave her body .

  Sam watched in agony as the tight seal her vaginal opening had around the big cock fail while letting out an obscene flatulent noise. Now, in spurts, thick white semen was shooting out from around the seal as his wife was being bred by another man.

  The scrotum and balls were huge for a reason and they were fulfilling their purpose by producing an uncanny amount of sperm to impregnate the sobbing girl.

  Julie was dumbfounded that a man could cum this long and in this volume. With each grunt of the chief, thick, white cum oozed out from the edges where their bodies begin to merge. She felt some of it even being poured down through the cleft of her ass and flow down to her back.

  The chief felt intoxicated by a sense of achievement. He was now thoroughly breeding this white beauty. The feeling intensified due to the fact that he was doing it in front of her helpless mate. The woman had been most disrespectful, but he had managed to put her in her place by breaking into her most sacred place and showering it with his special seed. “she will never be able to stop being a slave to me from now on,” he thought. He had claimed a treasure from these outsiders that was more precious than the blue gem that was pressing onto her clitoris right now.

  When Julie started feeling as if she had been pumped with enough seed that soon it would come out of her mouth, the six bumps started to shrink and retreat from her body.

  Sam watched as the chief’s scrotum do about twenty contractions before the dancing stopped. When the chief, With a satisfied smile, let go of her and, with a ‘plop’ sound, pulled out his now softening weapon from her fertile and cum filled depths, Sam once again looked at the whole picture. His wife and the chief were drenched in sweat from head to toe from the rough fuck Julie had received and the rough fuck the chief had delivered. Both of their loins were plastered with thick white cum and there was a new puddle of white goo on the floor,under where she was being penetrated, and a good amount had crept through Julie’s butt crack and had made another puddle underneath her back that was now being soaked up by her bunched up sundress.

  Julie slowly curled into the fetal position and started sobbing. She felt as if no amount of clothes would be enough to cover her shame. She felt violated in every possible way.

  As Julie curled up into a fetal position and continued sobbing, Sam noticed how the vile, thick liquid was still leaking out like a small stream from her gaped, battered and abused opening . The chief looked proudly at his handy work one more time before going out through the door while stepping over Sam.

  The guards let go of Sam and followed their chief who was walking away with a smug, satisfied grin.

  Sam crawled to Julie and gently took her into his arms as if he was worried that she could crumble in his hands at any moment. She felt so small, soft and fragile in his hand, and he couldn’t believe how a girl as delicate as Julie could possibly survive such a brutal ordeal.

  Julie got surprised when she felt Sam wrapped his hands around her while crying. Out of happiness, new tears formed in her eyes. Sam was safe and well; she hadn’t made such a big sacrifice in vain.

  While crying, he said, “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry…. I wasn’t strong enough to save you.”

  Behind her happiness, Julie felt a new shadow lurking around; troubling and shaming her conscience, the memory of her thoroughly enjoying such illicit sensations while being subjected to such shameful acts, the awakening of a new personality that worshiped another man’s vile genitals, and the tingling sensation in her loins that still refused to disappear.

  “I’m sorry too, honey,” Julie said as she cried into Sam’s chest, feeling too ashamed to face him.

  “I’m sorry.”