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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 bitches 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 drunken
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 her 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 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 Bob’s
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 extend 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.  She was responding in a way Bob had rarely seen.  Her
ass rose off the bed at every forward thrust, impaling her
obscenely stretched pussy.  The huge black biker pitched forward,
filling Linda to the hilt with 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!”


