Prologue

Linda was really drunk. Bob preferred her like this. He would buy her a bottle every night on his way home from work hoping she would get sloppy drunk so he could have his way with her. Sober, she was a pain in the ass. She didn’t like sex and would constantly bitch about anything and everything wrong in her life. She saw Bob as the reason she wasn’t successful. He had gotten her pregnant in her senior year of high school and she had dropped out to have the baby. Its 12 years after their son was born and they were still renting a house, driving used cars, and living from paycheck to paycheck. Linda knew she deserved better. She saw the looks she always got at the mall and beach. She was a hottie and she knew it. Her five foot three frame, while not exactly stacked, was lean and her B cup breasts, topped by very dark small nipples, enhanced her model-like body. The bottles of booze Bob plied her with were the only relief she found in her mundane existence. She knew he was using alcohol to numb her. She went along with it out of sheer boredom. Once drunk, she became a different person, amorous and easily aroused. Her only problem with getting drunk to get it on was lack of climax. She just could not cum when she was plastered. Another sexual problem in their marriage was her complete intolerance to birth control hormones. When she was on the pill, she raged. The slightest little wrinkle in Bob’s shirt could make her pissed beyond belief. They found this out when she had one of her temper tantrums and flushed all her pills down the toilet screaming that she never wanted sex again as long as she lived. A couple weeks later, as the hormones cleared out of her body, her head cleared as well. She tried several different dosages of pills but always with the same results.

Sex started the same as always. They went to bed. Just like that. It was dark and she was drunk and he was horny, as usual. Jacob, their son, was already asleep. Linda always wears her nightshirt and panties when she sleeps. Bob lay beside her, waiting for her breathing to become even before making his move. As her breathing slowed, Bob contemplated his poor existence of begging for sex and having to resort to screwing her while drunk to get any at all. It really didn’t make much sense to him. On the rare occasion she let him screw her while she was sober, she came at least once. When she was drunk, she ground into him harder and seemed to like sex more but she could not get off at all. She would come close but never quite reach bliss.

Bob reached under the covers and felt for her near perfect ass. He had to get his finger on her button before she came to and realized what was happening. If he could just get her hips twitching before she was fully awake, he would get laid. If not, he would face a tirade of belittlement. He found her clit quickly and started a gentle massage. Linda moaned in her drunken sleep and rolled onto her back. He was home free. Linda’s eyes fluttered open.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” she slurred.

“That’s hard to do when such a beauty is lying beside me. How bout I get those panties off you.”

Linda shoved down with her feet, raising her ass off the bed. Bob slid her panties to her ankles and she sank back down on the bed, lifting her feet. It was a move they had perfected over the years. Same move, over and over. Linda sat up and muttered. “You better get a towel and try to keep your cum on it this time. I ain’t sleeping in a wet spot.” She slipped her night shirt off and lay back on the bed. Bob obligingly trotted to the bathroom and got a towel. He stepped out of his underwear on the way back to bed. Linda raised her ass again, much in the same way she did for him to slide her panties off, and Bob spread the towel under her ass. Foreplay consisted of Bob getting in position and fingering her until her moist slit became wet. Then he rubbed the head of his six inch cock up and down her slit until his pre-cum and her wet pussy provided the needed lubricant for painless penetration. He released his hold on his cock and reached behind Linda, feeling her perfect ass cheeks and slipped his hands beyond them, reaching her pussy from behind and opening her channel by pressing slightly outward on her labia. Again, it was the same move they always used. She knew what he was doing and adjusted herself accordingly. The head of Bob’s cock eased into her and he slowly rocked it in and out, lubing its length with her juice. Linda started her slow grind, hooking her ankles over his legs and moving in time with his short strokes. About a minute later his cock lay entirely in her. He started fucking her in earnest and she moaned. Her hips gyrated faster and his cock shoved harder. Linda sought to grind her clit on Bob’s pelvic bone. Side to side and round and round they went. Bobs dick slid in on the right and out on the left. It was the same rhythm they always found. Twelve minutes in this position then Bob pulled out and Linda got on top. She buried his six inch cock into her cunt, angling right and left as she went up and down, round and round. Bob moaned “I’m getting close.” Linda pulled off his cock and lay on her side, centered on the towel, in a fetal position. Bob snuggled up behind her and they fucked in a relaxed doggie style, while lying down. He felt his balls constricting and his cock throb. Bob pulled his prick out of her seconds before spurting carefully on the towel. It was the same as always. She got up and went to the bathroom while Bob cleaned himself with the towel and inspected the bed for stray cum.

Chapter One, Saturday:

Busta Rhymes boomed from the loudspeakers at the poker run block party. Linda and Bob rode in on a borrowed GS1100. It was clouding up slightly and the party was just getting started. Smoke from the BBQ wafted around the old house claimed by the Rough Riders, a bike club started by Action and his partner T-Bone. Bob knew Action from buying pot from him. He had been a steady customer over the past few years and the last time he had bought some weed, Action invited him to ride in the poker run. The rules of the run had each rider sign in and pay for a playing card. Then the rider was instructed where the next card was to be had. No rider knew the entire route, only the next destination. After a couple drinks, Bob and Linda left for a bar in Hagerstown, about 25 miles away. They rode with several other bikers, most of which were black, some with women behind them. Several smaller groups had already left. The ride was uneventful. Linda got off the bike at the bar and ordered another drink. Bob collected his second card and the slip of paper with his second destination. The rest of the riders and their passengers mingled about, sipping drinks and getting ready for the next leg of their run. Bob refrained from having another beer, he was feeling the first two and he didn’t want to overindulge and try to ride. Linda was a different story. She had downed a whiskey and coke and was on her second one. That made four mixed drinks for her in less than an hour. She was already starting to loosen up and the familiar party girl attitude was starting to appear. The rest of the riders saddled up and Linda, a little unsteady, got behind Bob and they all left for their next destination.

The little out of the way bar was nearly deserted until twelve motorcycles roared into it’s grassed over parking lot. The bikers and Bob headed for the card table set up outside for the poker run. They gathered their cards and headed into the bar. Bob ordered a Coke and looked around for Linda. Five long minutes passed and she came around the corner from the restroom. She was laughing and drinking with one of the other passengers, a cute black girl Larissa. Linda came up to the bar and teasing Bob, licked her teeth.

“Too bad we have to finish the poker run, that bike vibrates and between that and the drinks…”

Bob looked at her questioningly, “Do you want to call it quits and head for home?”

“No way!” she laughed. Linda was having big fun.

The riders rounded up their passengers and headed off for the third destination. Linda had trouble getting back on the bike. Her foot kept slipping off the rider peg as she tried to mount the bike. One of the men at the card table helped her onto the motorcycle.

“Good thing the club house is your next destination!” He quipped, “You’re getting full.”

Linda laughed and said she could drink him under the table. It wasn’t true, she’d already downed 6 mixed drinks in a little over an hour and was starting to slur. The group ended up back at the clubhouse half an hour later and the riders collected their fifth and final card. The ride had sobered Linda up a little so she got another mixed drink and a beer for Bob from the bar inside. Everyone stood in a group facing the porch of the old house that was the Rough Riders home while Action started the process of seeing who had the best poker hand. The winner would get three hundred dollars. Everyone who had paid the 30 dollar entrance fee and collected five cards waited for Action to announce the winner. He started by asking the crowd of about 25 riders for pairs. 

“Does anyone have a pair?” Several hands went up. “Two pair?” most hands went down, including Bob’s. “Three of a kind?” only one hand remained in the air. “Can anyone beat three of a kind?” There were no answers. The lucky biker whooped and ran forward to collect his cash. It started to rain.

The biker who had won went directly to the bar and laid all his winnings on the bar and told the bartender the next three hundred dollars worth of drinks were on him. It was a gracious move and the partiers lined up to collect a drink. Bob stayed out of it but Linda elbowed her way into line, returning with a bottle of MD 20/20. Bob was elated. She had already drunk several drinks and was noticeably unstable. The strong wine would most defiantly cause her to black out. She would black out when she had too much to drink. He could tell when she was in that condition because she started repeating everything she said. The music roared back to life and Linda staggered to the dance floor which in a previous life had been a living room. She danced holding and drinking the warm bottle of wine and several other bikers and biker mates joined her. Linda swayed and staggered to the music, lifting the bottle to her lips and swallowing long slugs of warm wine. Bob sipped his beer and watched the attention she was attracting. There were only about five white women there and Linda was by far the best looking and drunkest of all. T-Bone joined Bob on the couch and watched the dancing.

“Your wife seems to be really enjoying herself. How about you?”

“Well if I had won things might be a little more enjoyable but this is a fine party. I just wish the rain would stop so we could leave. Linda is way too wasted.”

T-bone nodded. “She might be too drunk to ride behind you now. I’ve seen some pretty ugly accidents caused by a drunk passenger. If she gets any worse, you could always put her on one of the beds upstairs.”

Bobs mind raced. Beds upstairs. He hadn’t considered fucking her here, until now. “Sure, that sounds like a great idea and she could sleep it off a little before we head out and maybe the rain will let up some too.”

T-Bone grinned, he knew what Bob was planning. Several songs later the bottle was empty and Linda was nearly too drunk to walk. She managed to get back to the bar and order another mixed drink. Bob had gone on the porch to check on the motorcycle and when he came back inside he didn’t find her at first. There was a knot of bikers around a coffee table and Linda was seated on the couch where Bob had been minutes earlier. He found here there smoking a very fat joint. Her eyes were glazed and nearly shut. When the joint was finished she attempted to get up but couldn’t. A very large black biker was sitting very close and he stood and helped her to her feet. Bob had seen him before but did not know his name. The biker knew Bob’s name. 

“Hey Bob, seems the missus is having a little trouble.”

“Yeah, I think she needs to sleep it off a little. I’m going to take her upstairs and tuck her in for a while.” The large black man grinned and scooped up Linda like a rag doll and threw her over his shoulder.

“Show me where you want her.” He bellowed.

Linda was dead to the world, completely passed out. T-Bone led them up the stairs and to a little dirty bedroom with a single light bulb that dangled over the twin bed. There were no covers or sheets, just a stained mattress. The huge black man laid Linda carefully on the bed and turned to Bob. “She weighs less than my 12 year old daughter!” He laughed and headed back down to the party.

Bob pulled T-Bone aside after walking out of the room. “Do you think I can get a couple minutes alone with her?” Bob asked.

“Sure, the door locks if you want to not be bothered.” T-Bone smiled. “The only other way in is through the window.” 

Bob thanked T-Bone and headed back upstairs. Linda was snoring and so out of it she didn’t even rouse when he started playing with her pussy. Slowly he pulled her clothes off, delighted by her complete stupor. He was free to do anything he wanted so he spread her legs and slowly pumped his cock in her moistening pussy. Linda moaned slightly but did little else as her husband fucked her on the dirty bed. Bob’s excitement and the strange, dirty surroundings added to his pleasure and he sped up, shoving his cock wildly into his wife’s pussy. He fucked her hard and fast in the missionary position. Her cunt became quite wet with her own juices, adding even more to his pleasure. It only took about five minutes for the cum in Bob’s balls to boil and spew from the cock he rapidly removed from her pussy. He inspected her to make sure he hadn’t shot some of his load inside. She was sperm free and Bob sighed relief. He got up and tried to dress her. It was lots harder to get her clothes back on so he left her partially undressed and went back downstairs to join the party.

Bob drank a beer and decided to pay his wife another visit. His cock was wanting more and he knew just where to get it. He crept back up the stairs to the little bedroom where Linda slept. The door was locked. Bob started to knock on the door but thought better of it. He went back downstairs and outside to the back of the clubhouse where he could see light coming from the little bedroom window. He saw a rusty old antennae tower that passed less than a foot from the window. He started climbing. His head reached the window and he blinked. The scene in front of him caused him to grasp the tower tightly and suck wind. He didn’t know what to do. The huge biker was in the small bedroom with his wife. She was still passed out cold but she was now naked. The huge black man’s back was facing the window and he started to unbuckle his pants. He had pulled Linda’s legs apart and her petite pussy glistened in the harsh light from the overhead bulb. The reason for the glistening pussy became apparent, for after stripping, the black biker kneeled and started slurping at his wife’s pussy. Linda’s back arched slightly, instinct driving her hips toward the pleasure giving tongue. His head moved up and down and his free hand gripped his unseen cock, slowly jerking it to attention. He stood back up, wiping his chin on the back of his other hand. Then Bob saw it. The black biker let go of his cock to wrap his massive hands around Linda’s ankles, positioning them on his shoulders. In doing so his nearly hard cock fell by its own weight down between his legs, extending at least 8 inches beyond his huge balls! He must have at least a ten inch cock and the girth was as thick as Bob’s wrist! The biker spit on his hand and rubbed the immense head of his coal black cock. He slowly moved forward until the head of his prick was pressing against Linda’s unsuspecting pussy. He kept his cock in his fist, sliding the huge head up and down her slit. Then he penetrated her. He shoved about an inch in, released his grip, then grabbed his cock somewhat closer to his body and shoved four more hard black inches into her wildly stretched hole. Every detail was clearly visible to Bob. The black mans parted legs gave unrestricted visual access to the rape of his wife. Bob stared in amazement as the biker fed inch after inch into his wife. When the biker let go of his cock, he flexed his ass and Bob’s wife’s pussy disappeared from view, hidden by the massive black balls that stood ready to impregnate Linda. With building speed, the biker fucked Linda. Bob could see her overstretched pussy being pulled inside out on the backstroke as the huge balls lifted. Then his vision was again obstructed as the biker plunged balls deep into his wife’s pussy. Linda’s legs had slipped from the bikers shoulders and flopped wildly to the sides as the massive cock raped her. About 5 minutes into the fuck session, her legs wrapped around his ass and she started humping back at him. The rape of his wife seemed to go on forever. Bob had a raging hard on and his mouth was dry as he watched the massive black pole hammer his petite wife’s fertile pussy. The biker’s strokes became more urgent, his massive balls tightening closer to his body, giving Bob a better view of his wife’s violation. He caught sight of the familiar round and round rotation she was so fond of. The full extent of the massive dick smashing her previously petite pussy became apparent as Bob watched ten inches of three inch cock slam fully into her again and again. The huge black biker pitched forward, impaling Linda to the hilt on his massive organ and began pumping baby-making sperm deep within her belly. He shook with pleasure, grinding down hard on her, forcing every millimeter of his rock hard cock deeper and deeper inside the hapless wife’s womb as his sperm spewed hotly, coating her cervix with cum. Slowly the biker relaxed and pulled his black cock inch by inch from her pussy. The last five inches of his prick was coated with white sperm, a testament to the depth at which he had delivered his load. He stepped back from her; leaving her legs spread and her pussy standing wide open, involuntarily clasping for his invading meat. He started pulling on his clothes and Bob started climbing down from his perch in a daze. He wanted to run up to the room and collect his wife before any thing else happened to her.

Bob met the huge biker coming down the stairs. He marveled at the size of the man. Perhaps it was the stairs and Bob being lower on the staircase than he but the biker seemed like a giant compared to Bob. Nothing was said as the two passed. Bob found the door unlocked and he hurriedly locked the door and surveyed the scene. His wife was still naked with her legs spread. A large gob of cum was pooling in her still badly stretched pussy. She was smiling. Her eyes were not open but she was most defiantly smiling. Bob lay down beside her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She opened her glazed eyes. Drunkenly, she slurred, “My god Bob. You made me cum so hard!”

By Becca