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Wife's Joyride Ch. 01

By: chauncygardner



The sun shone brightly through the car windows into the passenger seat, illuminating Loni's beauty. My wife Loni and I were taking another 'joyride' this Sunday after church, cruising along the crowded interstate. A very very young bride, Loni sparkled in her bright white church dress. Her deep brown tanned shoulders a stark contrast beneath the white spaghetti straps that held the dress in place over her mammoth 42DD chest. Otherwise a slight girl, slender tummy, hips, and legs, the volleyball sized tits stood out proudly and dramatically on her small 5'2" frame. The dress reached near to her knees, her shapely athletic legs stretching in view from there.

Her hair blew free and long behind her in our top-down convertible. A crystal white smile was on her teen face. What a day! I was out for a 'tease' with my plaything bride. I loved the world to see her, to see what was all mine. How had I gotten the 'piece of ass' beside me? Busty, athletic and 27 years younger than myself? Her father worked for me and they were dirt poor. Leverage tactics and an ironclad pre-nup and she was all mine. Hell, she was so young our wedding was technically illegal in most states.

Inevitably, we would drive up along an 18-wheeler truck. I would purposefully match speed with it so the driver could get an eyeful of the richly tanned brown girl, the perfect 10 that was riding with me. Golden bond around her ring finger. She pouted at me, aware of what I was up to. An absolutely beautiful pout on her cover girl face.

I smiled back, then stuck out my tongue at her and indicated the truck over her shoulder with a head nod. Loni rolled her eyes at me like usual, but smiled nonetheless. She knew what I wanted. The pout had been a tease, the first of many.

Knowing what I like, she unbuckled her seat belt. Stretching her arms back, arching her spine, her giant tits strained forward against the cotton dress. All a show for the big rig driver. Holding that pose, with a big smile, Loni slinked a dark toned leg up onto the dashboard. On my orders, she had changed from her church shoes to a pair of viciously sharp-heeled white shoes. They were 10-inch high heels, 3 inches of lift under the ball of her foot, an additional 7 inches in the thin heel. She stood an even 6' tall with them on, though they forced her feet into a tippy-toe position. They must be uncomfortable as hell, but they accentuated her already fit trim legs magnificently. In this leg up position, her dress hiked several inches up, revealing healthy, sexy legs beneath.

She glanced at me with a saucy look, and I smiled my approval. The CB radio shocked us with;

"Woman Breaker to red convertible!" It repeated twice in the jargon of the CD. It was a strong loud signal. The CB sounds had faded into the background of our fun drive. Now it seems we were being called out!

"This is red convertible driving westbound on interstate 2." I keyed the handset.

"That's a lovely lady you got there." I knew at once it was the truck beside us. Loni's mouth formed an 'O', like she had been caught being naughty. Then she giggled and waved a hand over at him, this was wonderful fun. She was twisted at the torso toward her admirer as she waved. I knew her big round boobs were bouncing bralessly side to side under her spaghetti dress, though I had to keep my eyes on the road. What a shame, I loved watching them move.

"Thanks buddy."

"Put her on." The gravelly voice demanded. We looked at each other a moment. Then I shrugged and handed her the handset. She pressed the transmit button.

"Hi." Her angelic word went out without any CB jargon. She was beaming with excitement. Sometimes my wife’s body would distract me from the fact that she was a teenager, on the YOUNG side of teen at that. The giddy way she held the CB mike drove this fact back home. Damn, life was good.

"What's your name honey?" The stony drawl wanted to know. She giggled more, mouth open in a big smile; she looked the question at me. I smiled too and tried to think of a sexy 'handle' we could use for her.

"Loni Miller." I was taken aback...she had misread my smile and answered, with her real name!

"Well Loni Miller, you are the hottest girl I've ever seen." I am sure the guy was telling the truth. Loni was nearly bouncing on her passenger seat. I was loving the fun even more than she.

"How sexy are you?" 'Woman Breaker' wanted to know, and I wondered for the first time about his handle. A glance at me told her I was still into the whole thing, the misgivings just starting to form in my mind not showing on my face. Then she looked over at the truck and answered. She tried to lower her angel voice a bit, and rolled her pretty head slightly.

"Very very sexy." Loni said slowly, and then giggled on the air by mistake. Laughing harder after letting up the transmit key. That had been silly! 

"How big are those tits?"

A loud laugh beside me.

"I can't BELIEVE he asked me that!" She laughed to me. "What should I say?"

"Hell, he's already seen them; I mean he's seen the general size."

She keyed the mike in her hand. "Do you really want to know?" Her voice was very, very teasing, leading him on.

"Yes Loni Miller." The deep voice insisted.

"He really wants to know hubby! Can I tell him?" She was anxious to do just that.

"Yeah baby, give him a show as you tell him." I expected maybe she might jiggle for him.

"OK", she was totally into the exhibition, really surprising me. The mystery voice was a new angle to our tease game. "Hold this for me...wait for me to say OK." She handed me the mike. I slowed a bit so the trucker could appreciate my wife without causing an accident. There were two lanes to our left for others to pass us.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her place her hands on either side of her rack. She spread out the fingers of her small hands, but the tits were WAY more than she could hold. She told me 'ok' and I opened the mike and held it toward her so she could be heard clearly over the highway noise.

Kneading her chest dramatically, Loni spoke slowly. Each word accentuated by her playing with her balloons. "The size...of... these... big...tits..." My wife was using her hands to try and lift her breasts up and down, then push them together. "...is...forty...two..." Loni now was fondling and then outright squeezing herself in front of the trucker. Grabbing her own tits, trying to milk herself. "...double...D!" Then a couple more milking actions, working her tits toward the nipples. I half expected her to start geysering mommy juice.

I released the mike, she let go her bosom, giving a final side-to-side shake for his pleasure. She was yelling with glee and laughing hysterically. I was shocked; she had never done anything like that before!

The CB was quiet except for fainter, distant voice traffic for a while. 

My wife decided to pose some more. Shoulders back, her big rack thrust forward, I could see that her nipples had hardened and were now tenting out her dress material a good inch from her perfect round orbs. I bet the trucker could see those big hard nipple tents! Had I ever seen her get that excited this way before? She flopped her head back over the seat, looking back down the highway, seeing everything upside down. This opened the view of her massive cleavage to the truck driver. She put her hands on her hips, gyrating them slightly against the car seat. The tightness of her dress around her wonderful hips limiting her movement. She was giggling as she teased.

"Red convertible, I'll give you $100 to pull over." It was 'Woman Breaker'. Alarms were going off in my head, this was a bad idea. Loni sat back up and laughed again, she hadn't realized her admirer was being serious. Laughing and smiling brightly, she waved coyly at the truck.

"No thanks buddy. Just a traveling show...that's all." I kept my voice light and non-confrontational, didn't want to spoil Loni's mood. The afternoon was young with a lot of interstate joyriding under the blue sky ahead!

"Put Loni on." Again I sensed the element of demand in the request. Before I realized it, I had handed the mike to my new bride of three weeks.

"Hi..." She said in a bedroom voice. Loni must be high on sexual energy; she was still having fun with him.

"Tell limp dick to pull over so I can give you $100. You deserve it." Loni looked at me with a coy teen smile.

"Sounds dangerous." She said lightly to me without the mike being on. So maybe she had gotten a sense of the gravity of the situation, but she still had a bubbly smile, her nipples were still hard, it was still a game for her. I looked again at the set of her jaw, she wanted to stop for the trucker! She wanted to take the dare! I nodded side to side.

"Sorry big guy, my husband says I can't." Loni said in a way to tease him (letting him know she wanted to) and to jibe at me for being a scaredy cat.

I accelerated away from the truck and we settled back into a routine of girl watching. That is, others staring at my beautiful wife. A jeep without its canvas top, filled with young men closer to my wife's age was a lot of fun. She teased them a good 15 minutes, even going so far as to shake her upper body causing her big chest to dance for them. A lot of horn sounding from the jeep was her grateful applause.

"Loni, I saw what you did for that jeep." It was Woman Breaker! A glance in my rearview showed his rig right on my back bumper!

"Pull over baby so I can give you some money." The voice was very stern. I was a bit upset this guy was stalking us, and he knew my wife's name and certainly my car license number! My wife put her hands on my arm. At first I thought it was for reassurance, but then when I saw her face, I could see that she was trying to show that she wasn't afraid...too much. She was afraid...but exciting out of her mind.

This was always fun for her, this joyriding and teasing, but not exciting (although it was for me). Cold doubts crept into my mind again about my ability to sexually satisfy my hot young newlywed. Why was she so excited? Maybe I will made love to her when we got home from the drive. 

Memory of the 'ruler incident' flashed back. I never outright told Loni how small my penis was, though she had offhandly asked its measurements on occasion. I underestimated her curiosity. 

During the first week of marriage, everything was fine. Mine was the only penis she had ever seen, so as long as I made sure she never saw any porno she wouldn't know any better. One morning she was blowing me in the study, easily engulfing my thin shaft. I closed my eyes in rapture just for a moment when Loni pulled her mouth off me. I opened them again to see that she was holding my cock with two fingers like a pair of tweezers and the ruler from the desk was against my shaft. The tip of my small mushroom head reached just barely past the '4' stenciled by the word 'inches' on the ruler.

I was upset, and went soft in her two fingers, and stayed soft for over a week. It didn't help when she tried to make me feel better. We eventually talked it out. Yes, she had read the average size of a dick was six and a half inches, but "Honey two and a half inches less than average isn't very much". You can see why I couldn't get hard after that. She admitted reading, and I confirmed for her, that 7 inch, 8 inch and 9 inch cocks were common. (I could see her doing the math in her head, knew what she was thinking..."gee that would be DOUBLE what you have".) Additionally, 10 inch, 11 inch, even 12 inch and 13 inch members existed in great numbers. (Again the teenage face trying to hide the math equation she was thinking..."oh shit...TRIPLE the meat that you have!). I had to admit to her I had seen a porno with some dude sporting a 15+ inch real cock. Her teen math failed her at this, she just looked at me with her jaw open and a far away look in her eyes.

"Pull over Loni, let me see you walk in those hot heels you have on."

"Look, 'WB' (short for Woman Beater - I was trying to sound sure of myself)..." I glanced again at my wife. "We'll pull over for a second, but then you leave us and don't try to follow!" My stomach felt like a bottomless pit. I think my voice sounded like a candy-ass, but Loni's face lit up and her face sparkled. Bad Idea! Bad Idea! Bad Idea! My mind yelled, but the longing look on my wife's face showed how much she LOVED to tease. That is what the longing look on her face meant, right?

"Pull over Limp Dick husband!" It was as much a snarl as anything. His words cut into me, did he know? There was no way he could, but the words cut all the same. 

Once stopped, the heat of the day pressed down hard. He parked his truck on the shoulder in front of my car, the four-lane highway swooshing vehicles past us. A wave of diesel fumes washed over us. I looked over at Loni as I put it in park, looked her all over. Her waist long hair hung prettily about her. Her bright white smile, pretty dark face. Just now, a scared look was on her face, terrified even. My eyes went down to her massive tits, and those big hard nipples. I realized maybe if I sucked my wife's tits, instead of just looking at them while I tried to make love to her, they might get big and hard like that for me. It occurred to me my wife had never had her tits sucked. Then to her thin waist, perfect hips, tight legs, then those 10-inch high heels! She was a doll, a perfect teen sex doll.

The afternoon sun was high above, no shadows on the desert, or by the truck. Both WB and I climbed out the passenger side of our vehicles so as not to get smashed by a passing motorist. Loni waited. We walked toward each other, he was tall and big...at least 6'7", most likely bigger. Way bigger than me. I saw that his skin was black, black as midnight. We met halfway down his truck, it being between the traffic and us. The smell of diesel was nearly overpowering. He carried a truncated wooden bat, about 2 and a half feet in length, as thick as a normal baseball bat.

"What's that for?"

"For pounding truck tires." He talked down to me. "Where's my girl?" His girl? I called my wife, but my voice squeaked more than a bit. As we waited, he stared intently back in the direction of my car, waiting for her to emerge. I saw him licking his thick lips, bobbing his head slightly forward and back...biding time to unheard music. His hand flexed on the handle of his bat, and I saw how strong and sinewy his arms were, awesome and immediately frightening. His body was obviously heavily muscled and mean. I could just tell that he was a convict or had been.

Cars and trucks continued to swoosh past on the other side of his rig. He looked me dead in the face with an angry twist to his features. Loni still had not climbed out her car door, we could see her pretty face back there sitting in the car. I called her again, once again sounding like a choked up girl scout. This time I also used a wave of the hand to indicate for her to come over to us.

The red car door swung open, slowly because it was heavy for her. Then a white 10 inch high heel stepped into view beneath the red door, finding purchase on the desert highway shoulder. There was a pause for several seconds, the shoe being used for leverage to slide Loni across the car seat. Then she stood behind the door. From a distance, the swell of her volleyball tits pressed out her spaghetti dress. The breasts were totally hard, round and stand up perky on her very young body. The shadows of her braless nipples protruding against the dress could even be seen at our distance of perhaps 30 meters.

My wife stood with one hand on the car door, the other absently twirling her long long hair. She had a genuinely shy look upon her face, but a mischievous smile all the same. Her incredible beauty stunned me all over again. That's my wife I thought with pride. Everything was going to be alright. I motioned for her to walk over to where we stood behind his truck. My voice completely useless now, my mouth dry.

Stepping with bird like steps, Loni had never really walked much in those shoes, she began approaching us slowly and with a little difficulty keeping her balance on her toes. The shoes were like stilts, walking inside would have been tricky enough, but the highway shoulder was littered with stones and such. We both stared at her. Her legs, especially her calves were clenched tight walking in those heels. Her massive round orbs jiggled provocatively under her white dress with each step. I realized the dress material massaged her nipples when this happened, Loni must be loving it!

Slowly, step by uncertain step, she approached. WB began muttering under his breath as she got closer, his eyes boring into her. I don't think he realized I could hear him, or maybe he didn't care.

"Fuckin Bitch. Fuckin Bitch. Fuckin Bitch." It was like a mantra from the giant black man. By happenstance I noticed his growing erection in his old dirty blue jeans. A thick rod swelling and pushing out his jean material. It was easily as thick as his bat, a real bologna roll in his pants. The tip of it inched down his leg, quickly reaching half way to his knee, then slowing when it reached ALL THE WAY to his knee. I had to look away, I didn't want to watch that thing still growing!

Loni had reached halfway to us, when the giant unleashed a roar like an animal that reverberated off his metal truck. It caught us both by surprise, and she stopped in her tracks. Then he, just as loudly, began woof-woofing like a dog pound, staring at my wife's body. Loni looked at me a second, then smiled at the animal. She felt a sense of approval and pride. A lot of her shyness melted from her face. She stopped twirling her hair, put her hands on her hips, and resumed her walk to us. Now, however, she was strutting for him, moving her hips and shoulders. She was incredible! Like a model on a runway. She had even put a sultry look on her face, drawing in her cheeks. She was playing it to the hilt, having her fun.

My own cock stiffened. The weight of weeks of stored jism felt heavy, my balls were swollen. Before marriage I had masturbated every day at least three times but often as many as five or six times a day. My testes were actually much larger than normal, and despite my age I produced incredible loads of cum. I stopped whacking off after the wedding and was really loving spraying my cream all over Loni. My ejaculations had ceased with the humiliation of the ruler incident, not that we hadn’t tried. My sacs stretched painfully tight now trying to hold an accumulated 25 to 40 cum loads inside. There must be six fluid ounces in each nut. Each of my balls was now larger than my penis. Watching my wife walk sexily had me achingly erect, and it felt like my balls were filling with more cum every second.

She stood before him. A voluptuous girl dressed in white like a virgin sacrifice. She was like a virgin, having only had my little dick.

"Yeah! Fuckin Bitch!" He roared at her. His crudeness caught her by surprise, but she tried to keep a smile on her face. I moved beside her and put my arm around my wife's trim waist. With her heels she was a good 6 inches taller than me, but I didn't mind. I gave her a hug, then we both faced the trucker shoulder to shoulder. I kept my arm around her waist.

"Did you like the show? You...ah...said something...about giving...er, well my wife..." I stammered weakly.

He reached in his front pocket. Loni saw for the first time the outline of his massive cock under his pant leg stretching past his knee. She gasped loudly and held her breath, staring at it with wide eyes.

The trucker liked the expression on her face. "Don't worry bitch, I'm only gonna fuck you with this much of it" He put a finger most of the way up along his thigh, indicating about 9 inches or so. It was a small fraction of its total length. "Who the hell am I kidding? I'm gonna run this whole damn thing into you. And your husband is gonna watch me do it!" His meanness shown he meant it, but there was just no way for it to fit inside my bride, it was way too thick to even get inside her! 


Wife's Joyride Ch. 01



The trucker held a $10 bill.

"You..ah...said..." I tried.

"She'll earn her money, don't worry! I know you can dance honey, dance for me baby-baby!" The stranger sat on the steel railing along the road’s edge.

Loni looked at me. There was no music. It didn't make sense.

My wife stepped clear of me, and to my astonishment, began to move. I should have realized, that with more than a generation between us, she would know how to dance like the kids do today. I just never had thought about it.

Loni was smiling naturally as she began swaying slowly, moving carefully on her stilted high heels. I made a mental note to take her dancing sometime.

"Yeah! Yeah baby!" WB was egging her on. She responded to it, so he stepped it up. "Yeah girly, do it! Shake it for me!" She was using her shoulders, taut belly, hips, dancing like a music video girl. "Come here you ho!"

Loni danced right up to him, seated as he was, they were more nearly the same height. Her heels making her slightly taller than him now. He spread his knees so she could move right up to him. Giving a much better view for the performance. He tucked his $10 dollar bill into her cleavage, and took another out of his pocket. Loni smiled at me saucily. I could read her mind exactly. 'Does this mean I'm a professional tease now?' was what she was thinking.

After several more minutes of dirty dancing, and a couple more tips placed inside her dress, he spoke again.

"Turn around baby! Bend over for me!" WB was demanding, but more jovial than before. His voice commanding.

Loni was facing me when she turned, the black giant behind her. Her eyes met mine. She was smiling, brightening the sunny day. A finger went to the corner of her mouth as she looked straight at me. 'Should I?' her eyes asked of me. 'No', I mouthed the word. We should just leave now. Assuming a pursed lips 'misbehaving' facial expression, she kept her eyes on me as she bent slightly forward. Her tight church dress constricting against her tight perfectly shaped bottom. Then bending ever so slightly more, watching me as she did. She was teasing ME! Doing a naughty thing I had told her not to do!

"Fuckin Yeah! Two days out of the fuckin joint, God Damn! My first sweet candy!" Loni bent slightly more, hearing the giant cheer her on. Her dress rode up the back of her taut thighs.

"Er, well, sir. How long were you, well, ..." My suspicions confirmed.

"Twelve years!" Roaring angrily. "For murdering a white nerd like you!" Loni was bending over, and her cleavage was trying to spill out before my eyes. I was paralyzed by my lust for her shape. She was bending way over now, her hands grabbing her ankles. The dress was all the way up her legs now. She shook her tight small ass. Then she turned around and thrust out her bosom to accept another $10.

This time WB sank his hand under her dress as he put in the money. Loni gasped in surprise. He was copping a feel off my wife! I objected, but my dry mouth produced no sound. My throat wouldn’t speak.

He took his hand out, then slapped both hands onto her chest, grabbing hold! His hands were humungous as was the rest of him, Loni moaned as he held them. Moaned! Her eyelids fluttered, a far away look in her eye, her head tilted slightly back.

"Ooohhhh!" She said. He began to treat my wife like she was a cow that he owned, she wasn't fighting back at all. "Ooohhh!" She moaned.

"Hey Limp Dick, you got a video camera? The show is really about to start!" Another ten slipped in beside my sweety’s tits.

This show was totally over! I had had enough!

"You hear me?"

"Yes, there is one in the trunk, but this is..."

"Then go git it! Why don't you hurry?" With that he stood and lifted Loni by her tits. She shrieked and grabbed his wrists. The pressure! He was squeezing hard, holding her way up in the air...by her tits! Tears ran down her face as she struggled punily. He continued milking her as he held her aloft! My wife was suffering terribly.

I ran to the car and took out the video camera, returning in less than two minutes. Loni was crying now.

"Let her down!" I managed to ask, and he did so. My wife began massaging her breasts mournfully.

"Video that!" He demanded. It was an incredible sight.

The power light came on. I remembered the tape that was in there was our wedding video. WB seethed like a beast towards me, so I began recording, copying overtop of our wedding, erasing it.

"Get closer!" I obeyed and zoomed in on those sore 42DD's, then slightly back out so her face was in the frame. WB jammed another bill in her cleavage.

"Rest time's over! Take off that dress bitch! Show those tits to the camera."

I glanced again at the highway. The bend of the road was such that his truck obscured us, in our private Arizona. WB had begun woof-woofing and egging her on again. Making it clear she was supposed to dance as she stripped. He kept an eye on me, making sure I was getting all this on video.

Loni was doing a sexy teen dance, even smiling slightly again. She kept looking at me, waiting and expecting me to say stop. I had noticed WB had taken the wooden truncheon back into his hand. I continued videotaping. This surprised Loni, and I knew at once she took this as my approving of the whole thing. In fact I was afraid for my life! Once she got the idea that I was OK with this, she got back into it. Dancing even sexier. Then she started playing for the camera.

"Do you like my dress, do you like to watch me dance?" She asked playfully, talking to me, looking right at the camera. Shaking her goodies.

"Yes, WE DO!" WB glared at me, thumping his bat against the outside of his leg. He stepped toward me, unseen to Loni as he was still on her other side. I knew then that he had decided to get rid of me.

"Yes! Dance for your husband, girl!" I yelled. WB smiled slightly, and put off crushing my skull.

"Shake it for the camera!" I went on, egging her on, which seemed to make it easier for her to continue. WB would be barking like a junkyard dog, and I kept talking to her. Videoing her sexiness, zooming in on her long sexy legs, tits, her whole body, her happy face, repeating in succession. She was buying into the charade. Didn't she realize I was being held in terror? No she didn't. She was being sexy, and teasing, and she seemed to have forgotten how he had brutalized her breasts just a few minutes ago.

Loni strutted around, danced with her hips and legs, posed against the truck. She bent over, leaned on the tires, collected tips between her tits. Hell, I even grabbed a twenty out of my wallet and videotaped myself putting it down her dress. She was having a good time, what a natural go-go girl! WB smacked her ass whenever she bent over in front of him. She pushed her chest in his face and shook it a few times.

After a good ten minutes of this she approached the camera and spoke with her little girl voice.

“Do you like my big round tits?” For the benefit of the video, and for me as well, she ran her delicate hands nice and slowly over and under her bosoms. She was accentuating their amazing size and perfect shape. I used a good five minutes of tape as she made sexy faces and rubbed her volleyballs and nipples through the dress.

Then, knowing I was zoomed in on her chest and face, she licked her lips and vamped..."Do you boys want me to show my big giant tits?" She asked the camera. What could I do? Everything was teetering on a precarious balance.

"Yes, sweety! Show everything to the Big Man!" I said. I hated it as I said it. Is there a way out of this?

Moving back next to WB, but still posing for the video, Loni began to ease a spaghetti strap off her shoulder. Then she slid that arm out of it and had to hold up the material over her right boob. Sexily, slowly, teasingly repeating for the other side. Her shoulders bare, holding her frock up with her hands. I moved to get the best angle to film her.

"Loni! Loni!" The behemoth chanted and gave her more money. I egged her on too, doing my part. Her dress dropped dramatically to the ground. Her tits sprang into view! She stood, high heeled, topless in her high cut white thong. She was a vision of pure beauty. It was too much for any man. Much less one fresh from 12 years of incarceration. The beast grabbed her and hungrily drove his mouth onto her right tit. Sucking fiercely, sloppily, and noisily. My wife cried out in rapture. I videotaped it, faithfully. He bit, sucked, and tugged with his teeth on her nipples one after the other. He painted her big mounds with his slobber. My wife sounded like she was in heaven. She had forgotten about the camera, and me. She wrapped her arms around the black man's head, pulling him to her chest. Minutes ticked by, while the tape recorded it all.

Then he stood, pushing Loni roughly to her knees. This couldn't be what I thought? He reached for his zipper, but her hands were already there! He smiled as he saw that I had noticed my wife's actions. His jeans came open, there were no briefs.

"I just want to see it, honey!" Loni had turned back to me, and thus the camera as well. "It would only be fair!" She was shaking his jeans down. The black cock revealed a bit at a time, hard and pulsing. The jeans were down to his knees, and still the mushroom head had not come free. Further she yanked, further still. Then abruptly, like a striking serpent, it sprang upwards. It was absolutely gargantuan. The pole stood straight up, pointing at the sky, reaching to the top of his chest.

“Oohhhhhhhhhhh!” Loni couldn’t even form a complete word.

Loni grabbed it at the base in her small hand. It was far far thicker than a soda or beer can. Her eyes were wide, a dreamy look in them. Then she spotted something on his belt...a tape measure! She grabbed it and looked back into the camera, seeing that I had closed in on what she was doing. She pulled out the tape while keeping it beside the hard black pole. Loni stopped when the number '4' appeared on the yellow ribbon. She gave the camera...and me, a knowing smirk! Then she turned the tape sideways! The black cock was over 4 inches thick! While this measure represented an absolutely negligible amount of the incredible length. She was teasing me brutally! Showing how my peepee didn't even register on the same scale as this ebon monster! Again the wistful look over her face. I knew she couldn't control that, that was real.

Holding it back lengthwise, she began to unwind it up along the cock, being sure to keep both the tape and the massive prick clearly in the picture frame. 6 inches, 7, 8 inches, 9. I recorded the inches reaching double digits before covering half the length. WB smacked the measure out of her hands, he was anxious. His cock was seething. Clear pre-cum was leaking out of the head and down the sides. He grabbed my wife by the hair at the back of her head. His intentions clear.

Loni looked at me. "Did you want me to suck on his dick?" She asked the question, thinking that I was in control here. The question was real. This was way beyond what she thought I would ever agree to. Again I saw the look on the murderer’s face, that he really didn't need me any longer. My time was up? He could run me down and cave my skull with that bat in five seconds flat. That would leave my wife alone with him.

She saw me zoom in on her. He had stooped and tilted his javelin forward so that the head was beside her face, very near her mouth. What a camera shot! Loni knew that this was sexual intercourse, this was cheating on her husband. She went ahead and started running her hand up and down the lower portion of it. The clear slick pre-cum was now a steady emission. It poured out over the helmet, covering it, running down the shaft and the network of bulging veins that branched all over the thing. The volume of lube surged slightly in time to each of Loni’s hand strokes.

She stared at the cock head, continuing her stroking for a minute or two. It was a very long trip but the pre-cum eventually reached her hand, giving her strokes a pleasing wet sound. The cock shone in the sun, greased up good. Back at the tip, the pre-cum surges were now actually arcing up into the air a half-inch before splashing back onto the cock. It was like a fountain.

“Suck on my nigger cock, BEEE ITCH!” The trucker demanded.

Loni looked at me (and the camera). “Honey, do you really want me to suck this big black nigger cock?” She didn’t want to, I could tell by her voice. The thing was a slippery mess. WB looked prepared to throw his truncheon right through my forehead. Loni didn’t see the look in his killer eyes. She was expectantly awaiting my answer. There was only one answer I could say, and I had to make it sound convincing.

"Suck it honey! Suck it for me. I want to video you sucking that big cock!" Loni was totally surprised at this. She knew how jealous I got, not even allowing her to use the phone at home.

The little teen looked back at the mammoth meat, licking her lips. Then looked back at me. “What am I supposed to do about all that stuff?”

“You can drink it.” I said. That answer disgusted her inside I knew, but she didn’t let it show.

“You won’t be mad?” Of course I was mad! Why had we ever pulled over? How were we going to get out of this situation?

“Come on baby, make that big nigger cum for real. Do it for me and the camera.” THAT might get us out of here!

Loni tried to smile for the video camera, then turned her attention back to the raging hard black pole. The cock seemed to sense her gaze upon it and the viney veins pulsed with excitement. The teen stuck out her tongue and ran it up the flank of the 23-inch monster. The oozing pre cum pooled on her tongue and ran into her mouth. She had a mouthful from licking about 10 inches of ebon flesh. She took it in, swished it around inside her mouth and swallowed. She gazed back at the camera again, her perfect white smile was strained, but beautiful all the same. My bride returned to it, licking up the other side. She swallowed another mouthful of slippery lube.

I kept the camera trained on her as she licked and kissed the sides of the cock. Very quickly her face got pre-cum on it. Her cheekbones, lips, chin, sloppy with his juice. Loud smacking noises sounded whenever she gave a hard kiss then released her lips. She made an effort to keep her long hair off him and dry, but her hands were getting wetter and some amounts were getting in her hair. More and more of it was swallowed in audible gulps. I watched her throat work down load after load of slick liquid.

Ten minutes of this had the trucker absolutely quivering, the cock shaking in pleasure. "All right little girl, take me into that pretty little mouth of yours and suck it good!"

Loni moved her head to the end of the staff. Looking right at me, her mouth opened and she dropped down onto it. I saw a huge spurt of lube arc out just as her lips closed over the head, splashing into her mouth. The hot fresh pre-cum caught her by surprise and she choked on it. Loni coughed with the cock in her mouth and clear lube dribbled out her nostrils. Now you have to imagine trying to put a soda can into your mouth. This was bigger. Loni's tiny teen little girl mouth stretched over the mushroom, sending WB into great pleasure.

For a minute she just held the head into her mouth. It really took some getting used to the size of it. I could tell when she started working her tongue along the underside of it. BW reacted with a quiver through the shaft, and a few choice expletives. Eventually my baby was able to start bobbing down upon it. Dragging her lips across the mushroom, applying suction that drew in her cheeks. The blowjob was loud from the start. Slurps and gulps punctuated by pronounced swallowing, and she only got louder and wetter as she went on. Juice was leaking out her lips despite the tightness of the fit. Loni bobbed deeper down the shaft and began winding her face side to side upon the head. She kept her eyes open, staring at the magnificent and terrible cock. Her hands were stroking farther down the shaft and also rotating side to side. Every lip smacking second captured on our digital camera.

Ambitiously deeper and deeper she pushed. The bottom of her chin bulged showing that the cock was seeking the back of her mouth and her throat. More pre-cum dribbled out her nose. She came up for air on occasion, always with a loud release of suction, then dove hungrily back upon it. Her saliva mixed with the slick juice, running in thick bubbly masses of her spit down the black length. She gagged on it. Bobbed a little less deeply for a while then gagged again when it returned to her throat. Over and over she worked it to her throat, each time gagging on the mushroom head in her neck. Minutes went by but none of us had any mark of time. How could this guy hold back his load with such an incredible girl sucking him deep? I was ready to blow my big load just watching, and I wasn't even touching myself.

He held her head so that the cock was at her gag reflex, but didn't let her choke herself back off it, just held it there. My baby's eyes teared up, her throat convulsed, she gagged and gagged continually but he didn't let her up. One minute of it, a second minute. I don't think she could breathe much at all and she was getting exhausted from the gagging. A panic was on her face. A third minute, her slender arms were trying to pull his member out but of course that was impossible. Suddenly her gagging eased and several inches of meat sank between her lips all at once. I could see her neck expand. The progress of the cock was clear as inch after inch entered her mouth. A good 8 inches, 9, 10 inches, 11. She had half of it! The swelling inside her reached her collarbones and dove deeper. 13 inches, 14 inches. Her body was bent forward at the waist now, forming a straight line from mouth to belly. That cock was certainly not going to bend for anything! It went deeper, much easier now that it had worked past her virgin throat opening. Certainly now there was no way for her to get air. Her face was turning a shade of purple, her eyes bulged and teared steadily.

Her body movements were growing spastic as she asphyxiated. He pushed hard. 15 inches, 16 17 18 inches. The bulge of his big dick was jamming into her belly. It pushed out her taunt abs, reaching past her navel. Loni groaned in agony, he was punishing the bottom of her belly, pushing it down toward her pussy! I made sure the camera caught the cock winding within her midsection like a serpent. I aimed at her face as she resigned herself to never breathing again, the look of terror in her eyes unmistakable. Her agony reached a crescendo, muffled by her over full mouth of course. Her belly could not take anymore. BW still had maybe 3 inches outside her mouth. He had wanted to smash his full balls against her face, but alas she was so damn petite! That act would send his cock out her pussy for sure!

He grabbed her swinging tits and fucked her face good and hard. Loni was turning purple in the face and becoming less and less responsive. Moving a hand to her hair he pulled himself out of her gullet. She collapsed to the ground when he let go. His meat was shaking and convulsing, very near eruption. Her blowjob must have lasted near an hour.

"Don't wanna blow yet! Wanna play some more with this doll!"

Loni's naked tits shook and bounced as her chest expanded in greedy gasps of air. I got some good shots and angles of her boobs. I wanted to reach out and grab them myself they were so sexy. She was slowly regaining herself.

"How about some more dancing?" BW asked, sitting back down and producing more currency. Loni was still a bit shaken but grateful the cock was out of her body. Her throat burned and her belly hurt terribly. She started swaying her hips, now wearing only her thong panty and heels. Her face was a slippery mess of pre cum and tears, but I really didn't have any towel for her to wipe herself off. The dark trucker didn't seem to mind his dancer's face was all messed up. His money now was being tucked into the strings of her panty as she moved around him. The little teen was in physical and emotional shock, but danced as she could. The enthusiasm of before was gone now. Even with her spirit broken, her legs were still her legs. Muscles strong and lean from calf to thigh to trim hips to washboard abs. Her buttocks perfect round globes, flexing and clenching tightly as she walked. The white of her thong riding up her ass magnified the rich brown tan, and ultra smooth youthful skin texture.




Wife's Joyride Ch. 01



I was catching it all. There was plenty more room on the disc. It could hold six hours of material.

Loni’s big tits bounced as she dirty danced. Bruises from her earlier abuse were starting to form on them. The nipples, after everything, were still fully erect and begging to be milked. I made sure to get plenty of close ups. My own little cock had been hard now constant since I first started watching my wife dance. The filling up and tightening of my balls felt like a tap had been opened. They were like tennis balls and I worried how much jism they could hold before bursting.

These Sunday rides had always been about exhibiting my bride. Damn shame, I thought, that she was too young to work in go-go bars and strip clubs. In her heels she danced and danced, alternately posing for the camera with the black man or his truck as prop, then playing it up for her tipping customer. She shook her tits in his face, bent over to wiggle her ass in front of him, while I filmed.

Twenty minutes later her thong was full of bills. She revisited the nigger cock with a lick along the side or a kiss or a sudden plunge downward with her head taking a few inches of it into her mouth. Slowly she was getting back into her dancing. It almost seemed more fun for her this time because she was topless. WB pulled his jeans up to his thigh but kept his cock out. It dominated Loni’s attention. Where she had made eye contact with her paying customer as she had danced before, now she only stared at his meat whenever she turned his way. It remained ram-rod upright and hard as rock.

My newlywed bent in front of him and put his cock between her tits. Pushing the hard globes together, my baby stroked up and down on his slippery pole. She had a big bright white smile, seeing him moan with pleasure. She continued, changing the pace faster and slower. WB was groaning, and thrusting his hips. On and on they went, titty fucking. After a few minutes, his movements grew urgent.

“I’m gonna blast all over your tits!” 

My wife however had not finished her teasing. Abruptly she stood from her patron. His cock trembling in anticipation of release, she giggled. She knew that she had him on the brink of release, and immediately resumed her stripper dancing for him. Loni was even hotter than before, aided by the fact that her giant boobs were now slimey and wet from all the lubrication and spit from his cock. The little teen rubbed the goo into her tit flesh seductively, smiling at the big black man. She kept watching the end of his penis, wanting to see the geyser of cream erupt.

Somehow, I don’t know how, he held back. He struggled back from the precarious cusp of ejaculation. His dick was harder than ever, standing mightily like a monolith.

“What a fuckin bitch! What a god damn tease you are!” He roared. My bride only smiled and danced. Then she brought a round globe to her lips and sucked his pre cum soup off her tit! Loni lapped it off her breast, finishing one then licking the other. She finished off with a smacking loud suckle onto her own nipple. The nipple had been erect seemingly forever I thought. Loni pumped the inch long nipple between her lips like she was blowing it. Then lightly bit it and pulled on it, before flicking it with her tongue. All this while she stared sexily at her new admirer.

She danced in front of him, shaking her tight ass in his face. It had been a while since she had noticed me and possibly even forgot I was there. Her attention shifted back to the camera while I was doing a zoom in on her long sexy legs. I was running the camera up from her pump heels along her calf and then thigh to her hips.

My newlywed turned and danced right in front of the camera for me. Bent forward in that tiny thong she pushed her ass back until it actually rubbed against the lens! My baby turned and pushed her chest at me until the nipple pressed against the lens. Her tit filled the view completely, what a close up! She rubbed around, dragging her nipple across the glass. The squeaking of her flesh rubbing was clearly audible for the video to record.

She backed up so her pretty face shared the stage with her massive rack. Her smile was white against her tan beauty.

“Nice tits, huh?” She asked the camera. “Want to see my tits doing something really fun?” These questions were of course rhetorical at this point. I was lost in cinematographing my wife’s exhibition. Loni returned between her customer’s legs and wrapped her hard tits with her hands around his quivering pole. The 23 inch monster poked up from her cleavage. My honey give the camera this look, something like a young girl misbehaving, that kind of look.

Loni, pushed down. Her attention returned to the torpedo that she evidently considered her toy and began titty fucking the thing. WB squirmed. The lube sloshed loudly as she worked her boobs up and down the python. Pre cum was still running from the end and in a second my baby’s chest was slimey all over again. Up and down she pumped, squeezing so her tits were tight around him. It was slippery going, the cock was that wet. The sounds of the wet fucking motions were like joyful music. WB was squirming more, his legs were shaking.

“Gee, I wonder what’s going to happen now?” Loni said with a big smile to the camera, accelerating her actions.

“I’m going to CUMMM!” The giant roared. To this my bride responded by leaning forward and opening her petite mouth wide. She held it directly over the swelling cockhead. A minute she pumped the beast hard and fast like this, then decided to take the cock in her mouth. It pushed between her lips and filled her mouth. She held it there, working her tongue like crazy while maintaining the stroking of its length with her perfect balloons. 

“Suck it bitch! I’m gonna shoot the top of your head off!” An image came to mind of my beloved’s head physically exploding from within. Gallons of sperm blasting my sweety’s skull apart, sending pieces in all directions. I imagined her sexy body headless, covered in semen from the blast. I see her stand, cum dripping down her big tits, and dance for a couple minutes. Her muscles following the last orders they had been sent. Then she collapses to the ground, twitching in death. As the macabre daydream faded, I realized that I had in fact zoomed in on Loni’s face.

Unbelievably, Loni pulled off the member with her mouth and released it from her chest. As close to spooging as he had been before, he was ten times as aroused this time. For a long time the cock shuddered violently, the man clenched his teeth. He was trying to hold back. “It’s…going…to…cum!” He hissed.

“I want to see you’re cum!” Loni piped. The coal skinned man didn’t want it to cum by itself, he wanted the girl to carry him over the edge. WB was shaking, trying to control his orgasm and release. He averted his eyes from Loni’s body, especially those messy tits and dripping chin.

“Don’t stop!” He yelled, but she just stared at the thing, wanting to see if it would go off by itself. “What are you doing, you stupid cunt?” This shocked Loni, but I sort of expected it. The shaft must have been filled with semen on its way out. Somehow the murderer, with Herculean effort, pulled his fluids back into his scrotum. I didn’t think that was possible.

“Hey, I’m just dancing for you.”

“You sucked my cock pretty damn good!”

“Well, yeah. That was part of my dancing, I guess.” Loni was confused on what was expected of her by both of us.

“Tell you what sugar, why don’t we finish this by letting me see everything. Take it ALL off for me.”

Loni looked at me. I knew without even glancing at the trucker what I was supposed to do now. If I had cast a furtive look at him she might have finally caught on to the whole thing. All that that would have done would make her as terrified as me. The killer had mentioned ‘finishing all this’. I was correct to believe him. Indeed we would both be pulling out of here in a few minutes

“Are you ready baby? Ready to take it ALL off? Do you want to strip NUDE for your customer?” I was egging her on, and more genuinely too. The end was in sight.

“I don’t know, maybe.” The coy smile told me she was ready, more than ready. I didn’t quite mull that over as I might have. “Where is he going to stick my money if I’m nude?”

“This’ll take care of the dance. Let’s go, child!” He jammed a 50 dollar bill in her hand. Loni collected out the money from her thong and what was stuffed in her dress lying on the ground and handed it all to me. It was way more than a hundred, but she had performed a lot more than the simple ‘walk in those heels’ originally asked for. I put the green wad in my back pocket.

I checked the camera. It had been running more than two hours but there was plenty more room and the battery was strong. I was going to record my wife in the nude! I could not believe what was going to happen. I could not believe what had already been saved digitally! My own penis twitched. I loved showing off my baby. Why hadn’t I though of taping her before?

Loni tried to clean the goo spread across her cleavage and face by licking and swallowing, but resorted to wiping herself with her dress. I think all of us were eager for her to strip all the way. Dropping the now stained dress she approached the camera with a sexy look on her face.

“Hi! My name is Loni Miller. Are you ready to see me totally naked?”

“Hell Yeah! Take it off!” Said both males in unison. Loni must have danced a marathon so far this afternoon. Her movements now were slower but sexier than ever. She arched her back, stretched her legs, played with her boobs, with plenty of big smiles for WB and the camera. She licked her upper lip when she pushed a hip at him and teased a finger under the strap of her thong. Loni pulled the strap down her taut hip, then pulled it away from her body. She let it snap back to her skin, then pulled it back up to its correct position. Turning to push the other 33 hip at her customer, my baby again eased a finger under her thong strap. Again she slowly rolled it down her hip. This time she stuck her tongue out like a child when she replaced her thong strap on top of her hip.

She danced on for us. More than once I had to fight back a climax in my pants, the pressure in my balls was growing exponentially. After what seemed like an eternity, an eternity in paradise she put her hands on both her panty stings. The girl rolled down both sides together until the straps were in a horizontal line almost all the way down her hips. A bit of material only barely concealed her shaven pubes. She raised her arms and did a hip rotation dance, turning about like a gypsy. From behind her spectacular ass nearly made me shoot my weeks of accumulated jism.

She turned her back to WB and wiggled her cute heart shaped backside. Wanting to get this scene on video, I stood beside him. My sweetie’s sexiness overwhelmed the sense of palpable menace exuded by her dark patron. She crossed her legs and bent forward. Completely over so that her face was down next to her shin. She looked around her shapely legs at us, and ran her tongue along her clenched calf. Steadily she worked her thong downwards. It caught momentarily in her tight ass cheeks, but then the elastic snapped down. The tiny slingshot passed her fit thighs and fell to her ankles. 

Loni stood again, winding her ass in a circular tease. She used her high rise heels with great dexterity to stretch her thong and then shoot it like a rubber band at us. She stood nude in front of us, though still turned the other way. My dear bride looked over her shoulder at us with bedroom eyes. When she turned, her hands concealed her pussy. Holding her arms like that pushed her volleyballs together. Now completely nude, save those stilted "fuck me" heels, Loni danced up to us.

For fifteen minutes she swayed and turned and twisted, shaking her giant tits, stretching her sexy legs, bending over. Still her hands covered her sex. Finally, she walked over to the Negro and placed one high heel up on the guard rail he was seated upon. Her pelvis was very near his face. Lurking near was that incredible, quaking cock.

"So, who wants to see some pussy?" In her high pitch, followed by a giggle.

"Come on ho, show it!" 

I'm not sure Loni knew that he meant 'whore' when he said that. All for the better probably.

"Tell me you want to see my pussy!"

"Yeah bitch, I want to see your fucking pussy!"

Due to the immense size of her own chest, Loni had to contort forward to see her own pelvis. Watching the black's eyes as she did so, her hands came away from her body. My wife's pussy was small and tight. Right then I couldn't remember when last I had pushed my 4 inches in her. Shaved smooth as a baby bottom, it looked childish except for a glistening wetness. As tight as she was, some of her own lube was leaking out. For this to happen her entire vaginal canal must be filled with her juices! Beyond sopping wet, this teen was flooded! As small as the vagina was, as strong as those young cunt muscles were, still wetness leaked out to start to run down her inner thighs. What pressure that must be to push its way past that clenched dam!

She was embarrassed by the wetness. She had thought she could hold it in. She knew both of us clearly saw her leaking. The camera zoomed in. I noticed her looking at the trucker, looking for acceptance. Other than me no one had seen her nude, and I had never said anything about how good she looked.

"That is some fucking sweet pussy!" My wife smiled mightily at that. She danced some more, only inches away from him. She bent over and pushed her small ass against his cock so that it lay between her cheeks. Up and down she stroked his slick pole with her ass, like a bun around a hot dog. After this she turned and took him back between her balloons, complete with some hot oral action all over his helmet. His pre cum was oozing with a vengeance and my betrothed was quickly getting it all over her body.

A few minutes into the nude dirty dance my baby found herself straddling the cock. She had meant to lean forward so he could kiss her tits. We all noticed at the same time that this had put her in a position directly above the love missile. The head of it rubbed against her slit.

"Oh honey, look where his cock is!" It was resting against her pussy entrance. She ground against it, rotating herself on it. It looked like a pool stick rubbing against a chalk cube, the size difference was that great. Loni reached down to stroke the shaft as best she could as she wound her clit against it. The little girl started moaning. She was getting close to climax!

"You like my big nigger cock?"

"It's so hard! God it feels good!" Her voice was heavy with lust. I felt again that she had forgotten that I was even there. She rubbed and rubbed against the end of it, getting into a rhythm. "I think I'm going to cum!"

Those were words I had never heard my princess say before, now that I thought of it.

"You really want to cum?" He clamped his giant powerful hands on my bride's hips.

"YES! I want to cum!" Faster she rotated on top of his length.

"Then let's fuckin do it up right. You want it the fuckin right way?"

"I'm close to cumming! Oh my God!" Her gyrations were frantic, mashing her clit against his cock head.

"You want fucked?" His strong hands held tight, not allowing her to move as she wanted, breaking her rhythm.

"I want to cum so bad!" She was trying to squirm in his iron grip.

"Tell me you want fucked!" He held her fast, she could not move an inch. She was twitching, her breath coming in strained gasps. Her eyes rolled around.

“GOD! Aaahhhhh! I’m so close, I can’t believe it!”

“Bee-itch! Scream it, tell me to fuck you deep!”

"Yes! God! I want it! Fuck! Fuck!" She looked him straight in the eyes. "Fuck me!"

His arm muscles flexed and he rammed her. The fist sized cockhead broke in and entered her with a SPLORT! The camera picked that up in perfect juicy audio. Her cunt liquids splashed down his already soaked dick. She must have had 20 fluid ounces of it up inside her. It took a moment for the feeling to reach her brain from her pussy. She had watched it go in and knew immediately what had happened, but the wave of stretching agony took a second to hit her like a hurricane of pain.

“Aaaghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Loni screamed at the top of her lungs. I wondered briefly if she had broken the camera’s audio pick-ups with her shriek. She tried to stand up and extract it from inside, but could not dislodge the sex limb. WB had firm hold of her. The bulge in her lower belly looked like she had swallowed a baseball and was trying to pee it out. 

He let her suffer a minute, impaled on his spear. She was crying out loud, spraying tears down her face.

Then the black shifted his hips and his dick moved around inside her. My wife continued to weep, but let out a gasp all the same. “Oh God.” She mumbled.

Again he moved, not going deeper but only pushing side to side. Her g-spot, under her clit, was being pressed and rubbed. “I’m…going…to….” Loni was squeaking out a word at a time.

He quickened the pace, working his club around inside her. “CUUUUMMMMMMMMM!” The girl looked like she had been electrocuted. She spasmed and flailed on top of that ebon pole. My bride orgasmed, and hard. As I taped her I worried she would bite her tongue off. She shook, and climaxed for over a minute, nearing two minutes. He ground her, winding around inside her body.

Her cum ran down the sides of the veiny staff. It was a thicker, grayish cream. Recognizable from the gobs of pre cum and her saliva that already coated the cock. There was a lot of it. It ran and ran out of her pussy lips as her climax went past two minutes. Her eyes were not focused, she was yelling but I couldn’t distinguish any actual words she might be saying.

Three minutes, four, five minutes. Was this all the same orgasm or was she having more than one in sequence? I knew she would never be able to tell me, her face was a drooling blank stare. I focused on her face, her stuffed pussy, her wildly bouncing big tits. I knew I could not blame this on the trucker. I had heard her tell him to fuck her. No look towards me, no asking her husband. ‘Fuck me!’ she had said.

As it went on and on I wondered if I could remember my CPR training if I had too. He was fucking her senseless. I lost all track of time. Finally it ended. I don’t think her orgasms stopped, her body just couldn’t physically take them any more and she sort of went limp on him. I thought my bride had passed out, but then I heard a low moan. Her head hung forward, a rope of saliva ran from her mouth reaching to her breasts.

He pulled out and stood. He had only placed the very tip of that 23 inch monster in her. She had no strength so he had to hold my wife up.

“My turn whore!” The black grabbed her head and brutally jammed it on his cock. Her semi-unconscious state eased the passage of her gag reflex and down her throat he went. It looked like a pornographic carnival act. Deeper and deeper, 10 inches, 15 and 20 inches. Her neck bulged. He fucked her beautiful face like a beast. He used my dear love like she was nothing more than a cum toy.

Loni was coming around, focusing on the world again. Of course her world was 10 pounds of black meat cramming in her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, but her eyes didn’t have the same panic as before. She just watched his crotch move back, then close to her again. She tasted huge clumps of her own cum. Had she really cum that much? Actually even more because a lot had pooled at the Negro’s balls.

WB pulled out to let her breathe before she passed out. She took the opportunity to swallow her cum and juices in her mouth. I noticed her pussy now. She was bent forward slightly, her sexy ass curved perfectly outward. The little girl’s cunt lips were stretched wide and hung loosely. I could see up inside her pussy. My fist would have fit in her with ease, especially considering the cum and juice splattered all over her, dripping down to coat her inner thighs. My cock wouldn’t even touch the sides! I could put myself in her to the hilt and not have her vaginal walls touching me at all. There was no way for us to have sex now! Do pussies tighten back up after a while? I had no idea.




Wife's Joyride Ch. 02



An hour later, just past dinner time I made my way into our large home. The feeling of being without Loni was like a heavy weight upon me. Her missing laughter caused an echoing silence. I put down the digital video camera and made something to eat. While eating I plugged the camera into our large screen television, and pushed ‘play’.

Across more than half my living room wall, the giant HDTV unit burst into brightness. I was looking at my wife, and my balls grumbled and stretched. The picture was actually larger than many multiplex cinema screens. Loni was stroking the big black cock. She was naked; it looked like it was nearer the end of the tape. I watched the larger than life images as she sucked his cock and tit fucked the tremendous ebon serpent.

When it reached the part where I knew he was about to ram it in her pussy I pressed ‘pause’ to find the volume control. I turned it all the way up. Then ‘play’.

"Yes! God! I want it! Fuck! Fuck!" She looked him straight in the eyes. "Fuck me!" 

The decibels were like a jet taking off, but I didn’t turn it down. I watched the beast break open my bride. The squishes and squirts of body juices sounded like waterfalls through the stereo speakers. I watched my dear squirm and convulse atop the 23 inch pole. My own cock twitched and strained inside my slacks. A throb of pain from my packed solid nuts almost made me double over.

It would be so easy to spray my jism, lower the pressure. Loni had told me to go home and jerk off. I rubbed my short rod through my pants as I watched my baby build to her own orgasm. Her darkly tan 44DD balloons swayed and bounced before my eyes. Her inch nipples so big and hard you could put a heavy coat on a hanger upon them.

Loni came with a screech that nearly blew out the speakers. I was rubbing myself fast and caught myself just in time. I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t want to toss off. I was married. I had a sexy teen wife. I was not going to belittle myself to the lonely masturbator I was before the marriage I had worked so hard to orchestrate. She would be home soon.

I watched the rest of the tape. It felt like there was a magnetic attraction between my hands and my cock the whole time. If I unzipped and took myself out I would be shooting sperm in a matter of moments. It was torture, but I could not look away as Loni sucked off the black truck driver. The nigger sperm spurt like a fire hose all inside my bride’s smiling face and then all over her body. The silence was deafening as the tape ended.

I looked at a clock and noticed it was near 10 PM. I had watched over an hour of tape. My betrothed’s pornographic Olympics had made the time seem nonexistent. It was late, real late. The video phone rang.

The little view screen glowed as I answered. I saw Loni in the passenger chair of his truck. It was dark outside but the cab was well lit. The church dress looked atrocious. Heavily stained with semen, some of the splotches were extremely discolored. My wife’s big chest bounced slightly, from the massive truck engine throbbing I imagined.

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling. I was wondering if this new gizmo was working!” She asked. I hadn’t heard her calls because the movie had been playing far too loudly.

“Sorry honey. Are you okay? How far from home are you? It’s bedtime.” This inquiry caused a quirky look to pass across her face.

“Well sweety, it’s like this. Our stop today put us, I mean him, behind schedule for delivering his cargo in Jonesboro. He’s trying to make up time by driving straight on.”

“Arkansas?!” Loni heard the incredulity in my voice. Gathered herself a moment before going on.

“Well, um. You see we are driving there now. We can’t turn back, not right now.”

“That’s four states away! Let him drop you at the next truck stop! I’ll pick you up there.” I saw a highway sign flash past put I couldn’t read it. Loni smiled suddenly.

“Hey, he said something about taking me around some truck stops too! That’s funny you both thought of that! Anyway, let me ride over to Jonesboro. I’ll be right back in a couple days. Please?”

I was dumbfounded. What was this, some kind of vacation for her?

“Loni, you need to come home. There are dishes and laundry. Who is going to make my breakfast? Most of all, I want you in my bed tonight!” Her pussy might be stretched way out but I sure thought it was sexy the way she took the giant’s cock between her tits.

“Baby, did you play with yourself like we told you to? You haven’t cum for weeks; you are going to hurt yourself.”

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to save myself to be with you.”

“Well how about doing it now? Take out your thingy.”

“I don’t want to masturbate.”

“Really? Want to look at these?” Loni caressed her breasts with the hand not holding the phone. She rubbed them and pinched the nipples. Her tits pushed mightily against her dress. “Want to see more? Then take it out. Let me see your wiener.”

My teen wife’s 44DD’s were incredibly persuasive. My zipper was down and my hard 4 incher was jutting free. She saw it and talked like a baby.

“Oh there he is. There he is. He’s so cute! I miss the little thing baby, I really do. I miss you too.” Loni let the top of her dress down and her massive volleyballs bounced out. She moved the phone around like a hand held camera to give close ups and side shots of her tits. She kept massaging them, coaxing the nipples erect. “Like my big tits baby?”

“Yes honey, I love them.”

“Are they sexy enough to make you squirt?”

She told me to go get the Vaseline, and since it was a cordless phone it was a simple task.

“Get a big handful of Vaseline baby. No, more. More than that. Dig out a big full handful. Don’t worry if it spills or drips. There, that’s better. Now grab yourself baby.”

My dick pushed into the huge gob of Vaseline in my hand. My fingers wrapped around myself. It was very gooey and my wife heard the squishes over the phone. Grease oozed from between my fingers.

“Now rub it honey. Watch me play with my tits while you pump yourself. Let me see you wank off, my love.” The wet noises as I moved my hand over my member sounded like Jell-O wrestling. Loni was arching her back, jutting her tan volleyballs at me. The nipples were out to their one inch extremes.

She licked her lips and vamped her face for me. God her tits were huge and tight!

“Are you going to come for your wife, baby? Imagine if I let you put it between my tits like he does. Are you thinking of it pushing between my boobs honey?” Loni mushed the round globes together. My cock sure could get buried in there! God I wondered how that would feel!

“Jerk faster now! I wanna see it shoot!” My heart was thumping in my chest. “Want me to suck your dick? Do you like seeing a dick push in my mouth?” She knew that answer as I pulled faster and faster on my pud at the suggestion. Lord, what a cum load I had on the way!

“Dream of me sucking your dick baby!” The Vaseline shlorped and splorted as my fingers went faster and faster on myself. “Here, watch this.” The picture panned to WB seated beside her. His cock was out and jutted up to the top of the steering wheel. Loni explained briefly that she had been playing with it as he drove. Leaving her dress down around her waist, her melons swinging and bouncing free, she moved over to him and bent over the head of the dick.

She opened wide and sucked downwards onto it. This elicited a loud moan from him. After bobbing a couple times she came up and smiled at me. “Just imagine if this was your cock honey. What if I was doing this to you?” The tiny girl resumed actively blowing the black trucker. She kept her pretty eyes on me though.

She was going down about 6 or 7 inches. The angle of her head prevented it from going down her throat; it just wasn’t a straight line. So the thing slid along the roof of her mouth, between her tonsils, and bounced against the back of her neck. She wasn’t exactly gagging but ‘gack’ like wet smacks sounded each time the black penis fucked from inside her mouth into her throat.

WB grabbed the back of her head, a handful of her hair, and hastened the up and down movement of her skull. Her wet gack noises accelerated to match.

“Ack. Agh. Aaa. Gaack!.” My newlywed was a sloppy wet cock sucking rhythm section. Saliva ran out her mouth around the dick. Her eyes remained on me, she really did want to watch me sperm.

I had to stop. I was on the verge of loosing my semen. I didn’t want to jerk off dammit! Somehow, Loni managed to extricate the meat out of her mouth. WB hadn’t been whole heartedly into it, otherwise certainly she would have remained his toy, forcibly if need be, until he was done with her.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“I don’t want to. Sorry. I just want you back.” I was going to suffer on until her return. That wedding ceremony was going to mean something. I was not going to climax without my bride!

“OK baby. Why don’t you go on to bed? You are never late into the office.”

“Sure honey. Tell you what, call me again when you have stopped for the night.” We said our goodbyes and ended the connection.

On the way to our bedroom I passed the living room and couldn’t help taking hold the movie remote. I reversed the film with a swoosh and froze the picture. My wife’s face was on the screen, covered in another man’s thick white ejaculation. The frame had the cock in front of her, a big stream of sperm like a miniature tidal wave arcing out of it. The jism was flying through the air the short distance to be added to the vast amount already on her. Her eyes were coated with cum but she was watching the emission as it approached. 

I advanced the frame by frame until the cumshot reached her face. The end of it still had not appeared at the cock, so that a solid white bridge arched from the black meat to my darling’s smiling face. I noticed her hand at the edge of the picture, she was jacking him and the little fingers formed a ‘c’ around the thickness of the coalish, veiny spear. What sparkled and had caught my eye was the gold of her wedding band.

With what detail my wife’s degradations were displayed. Detail. What was that buzz in my tired mind? The passing road sign in our video conversation! I set to work immediately. Something constructive that could take my mind off my penis and my mate.

I fed the signal of the video phone through my home computer. I programmed it to record all digital transmissions and save them on my main drive. I linked the computer display to the HDTV widescreen unit. It took a couple hours but when I was done I had a combination answering machine and high resolution viewing platform. I could slow the frames to twenty per second. I would be able to read passing highway signs and know where my wife was. This seemed terribly important to me.

Past midnight by far now. My clumsy head was getting me to the room to finally sleep when the video phone rang. When I answered the big screen came to life. Everything was working perfectly!

The view was of the sleeping cab behind the driving compartment of the 18 wheeler. Loni smiled at me.

“Hi baby. Still up?” I was dressed and all the lights were on.

“Hi sweety.” WB was undressing in the background and it occurred to me we still didn’t know his real name.

“How is your driver doing? I guess I should just call him WB for lack of anything else?” This fishing returned that Loni still didn’t know his name either. The naked black goliath pulled back the covers on the mattress. Loni had already removed her high heels and was quite dainty indeed in comparison. Her 5’2” height to his 7’2” or more. Her 85 pounds to his 285 or more. She looked like a ten year old beside him, if not for those twin volleyballs on her chest.

She explained how tired they both were. I knew what she had been through, had watched it more than once. I guessed driving would get him ‘strung out’ from the road. Loni went on about how she had nothing to wear to bed. She then proceeded to place the phone on a shelf or something so her hands were free to remove her dress. WB stopped what he was doing to watch as well, a big smile on his face. My baby talked to me as she stripped but I could only pay attention to the dress slowly moving down, her tits coming into view like heavenly orbs. Then the dress was at her small waist and she leaned forward to pull it down over her hips and down her legs. The big tits bounced together right in front of me.

Now fully nude, she slipped into the bed beside a man whose name she didn’t even know. She looked like a child. We said our good nights and a feeling of longing hit me.

“Honey, call me, if anything…you know…happens.” I was sick with missing her and a bit frightened for her. What if this guy was a psycho or something? I didn’t even have the license number of his truck. I had been too stunned at the time to think of memorizing or recording it.

“Well.” Another strange look came to my teen beloved’s face. She was considering telling me something, but changed her mind. Then she changed it back. “He said something about that, well, in the morning…” ‘He’ reached around my bride and pulled her close to him. He then absently rubbed her bosom while he closed his eyes and relaxed. Loni pulled the sheet over them so I wouldn’t have to watch him enjoying the suppleness of her breasts. I wasn’t following what she was trying to say.

“It’s that, in the mornings, he said, well his cock is…” Was Loni trying to say something or just rambling? God, I was fatigued, but tried to figure what she meant. She saw that hints were not working and became direct about it.

“He said that his cock will be as hard as rock in the morning and…” Her voice trailed off. I might have gotten the whole thing if I wasn’t so tired.

“And it will be…ready.” She continued. 

Unsure how to go on, she gave a long hesitation before saying “ready…for me.”

She was uncomfortable telling me this and nervously moved under the sheets. Her body must have been rubbing up against his. Lord, what I would have given just then to have my wife in my own bed.

“He said he wants to fuck me again in the morning.”

“Oh God…again?” I whispered. She heard me.

“He said he wanted to push deeper this time. He said he was looking forward to a good hard morning fuck. I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have told you any of this!”

“Not tell me? You weren’t going to tell me? What did you say to him?” Loni couldn’t meet my eyes as she muttered an answer.

“Well I didn’t really say anything.” That meant she didn’t exactly argue the point. I wondered if she had smiled to him when he had said that to her. I wondered if she had looked in his eyes and had given him a knowing look. No, that was my imagination running away again.

“Are you going to be okay? That guy is really rough. I think that cock could kill you.” I was being literal. Twenty three inches of that thick pole could eviscerate my little girl.

“Do you want to watch us baby?” Well then, I guess she hadn’t said no to him. It was a set deal then. She was going to let him fuck her some more.

“Huh?”

“So you will know if I get hurt too bad. I’m scared about that too, believe me. I’ll call you when he gets ready to take me. I really wish you would cum so I can feel better about you honey. Why don’t you masturbate while he’s doing it to me?”

“Please call honey.” It was a good idea to call, but I wasn’t going to cum. I was going to remain faithful to her. I wasn’t going to climax here all by myself.

I didn’t even undress, just lay down in our bed. I was exhausted, but my mind was buzzing with erratic thoughts. Right this moment my wife was miles away, in bed with another man. In a few hours she was going to have sex with him, again. I didn’t sleep, just stared at our ceiling. The hours went by but the ceiling didn’t change, not one bit.

At some point I drifted off, but it wasn’t to sleep. Rather I was caught in some limbo where nightmares of my tiny bride being raped over and over again played in my head. Loni was raped by larger than reality cocks, like the unbelievable tool of the Woman Beater she was with now. Held down by strong arms, her tan young body was violated and used savagely. Rougher and rougher they became, heedless of her screams of pain and cries for mercy. Until at last she was skewered by a cock that never ended. It pushed between her legs and dove through her body without stopping. Animalistic cries of rapture sounded and then the boundless serpent that was reaching straight through the petite girl began to shake. It was releasing a quaking torrent of cum. I seemed to be looking right into my wife’s tear stained eyes as they grew wide and she shrieked at the full body sperm enema she was being flushed with. Deeper and deeper it pounded into her as it climaxed

Then my little sweetheart’s mouth opened, and the river of flowing hot cum erupted from her mouth. It was followed by the head of the penis, still shooting splooge, emerging from her face. It was fucking her whole body. The cum ran out all over her face and she was coated several inches deep in the jism in a matter of seconds. She was rendered unrecognizable. Her beautiful covergirl face was nothing but a steaming pile of baby goo. So much that not a single feature could be made out. Not her nose, forehead, a cheekbone, nothing. The fresh white slime was thick and dripping slowly, but it would never be gone. The child had been transformed in essence. She was now and forevermore nothing more than a cumsickle, a fucktoy. Her knockout gorgeous head and hair nothing but semen soup.

The sky outside the window was turning from purple to a newborn blue when the video phone rang. The sound entered my dream. My eyes popped open to the sudden silence. I had missed the call! Groggily I drifted back toward the pseudo sleep. I could hear my wife sucking on a cock. Lip smacking, wet sloshy sucking.

“Mmmmmm, it’s so yummy!” My bride’s voice. Then a humming sound, she was playing a fleshy instrument. Her mouth full, Loni’s humming vibrated the dick as she continued stroking and face basting it. She was giving it a real rinse cycle. I listened to these sounds in my dream for an unmeasured time.

My eyes opened. The sounds were inside the house! My wife was home! I rushed out of our bedroom, following the noise.

I came to the widescreen. There was Loni giving head to the veiny black pole. It was all being recorded.

“Bitch, I want it all down your throat like yesterday.” She would have to shift to a new position, align her throat and body in a straight line. Loni moved to a hands and knees posture before him as I dashed for my vidphone.

It was cramped quarters in that sleeping cab. WB’s height reached the ceiling even though he was kneeling on the mattress. I returned to the large screen and flipped my phone on as he was lining it up like a pool cue. ‘Black cock in the little girl’s mouth’, I imagined him calling his shot.

The huge head was really lathered up. The coating of Loni’s saliva helped it ease in her mouth and into her throat. My betrothed whimpered as it went deeper. Pulsing veins passed between her lips like depth markers. WB gripped the back of her head with a fist full of hair. His muscles flexed with the effort of forcing it through her tight neck.

Wet gurgle sounds came from Loni as she was throat stretched by his meat log. It was about 15 inches inside her face when he started pumping in and out. What wonderful, warm, wet feelings must be all along his length? I envied him to no end. Loni wasn’t getting enough air, but she didn’t look panicked yet. She was putting her life in his hands, or on his cock anyway.

I was watching it all ‘live’ on my big screen theatre system. Loni must have simply put her vidphone up when I hadn’t answered, not realizing she hadn’t hung up. I had my vidphone in my hand, I could call out to her but I didn’t. What would I say? An ascending number on my computer monitor told me the call had lasted more than 30 minutes before I had woken up. I knew she had been licking and kissing and sucking that 23 inch black anaconda for that entire time. When I replayed later this was confirmed.




Wife's Joyride Ch. 02



He was pushing a lot deeper now. Loni’s neck stretched. The nigger’s cock head must be down under her breastbone. Deep throating was not adequate to describe what my bride was doing. She was freakin’ sword swallowing! Her face was stunningly beautiful even contorted as it was around that wide thick log.

Loni’s volleyball tits swayed forward and backward with WB’s face fuck rhythm. Her whole body was rocked by each stroke. In that all fours position her back arched. Her ass and legs, already toned and shapely, were further accentuated. They went on and on.

Loni was nearly unconscious when the black pulled out of her body. She flopped to the mattress trying to breathe. He laughed at her.

“You a good cock sucker, bitch.” This made Loni smile.

“Baby, you’re awake!” I saw on the screen that Loni had noticed me on my vidphone. I looked at the phone and gave her a weak smile. She picked up her phone. The view was from her waist up. Those giant tits were still expanding as she tried to get her breath back. The nipples were hard and jutting their full inch or more.

“You are just in time. He’s ready now.” She told me. I was still groggy from lack of sleep, strung out from worry, and very stunned by the display I had been watching.

“You know, ready…for me.” Loni continued, but her eyes couldn’t hold mine as she spoke. “It’s all hard and wet now. I can hardly believe that thing is going to fuck me. Are you ready to watch? Get ready to jerk off baby!”

“No. Honey, I don’t want you to do it. Just put your dress back on.”

“But I already told him I would. Baby…” Again the hesitation talking to me. “I’ve been sucking on his dick all morning. Here look.” My wife held the phone to his fist sized cock head. It was soaked in her saliva, running down the shaft. Clear pre cum also drooled slowly but steadily from the cum slot.

The meat missile filled the widescreen picture. It pulsed and throbbed like a living Empire State Building.

“Loni, I love you. I know the teasing and showing off was all my idea, but I just want you to come home.”

“I love you too. Do you know his cock is thicker than my arm? I measured! Look how hard it is! There isn’t any give at all, not even on the mushroom head! Baby, you will feel better if you cum. Get the Vaseline and play with yourself. I am right about this, you will see. You just have too much pent up in your balls!”

I was hesitant. Loni was rubbing the nigger’s dick, waiting for me. Her elegant fingers looked like a third grader’s on the giant 23 inch pole. Both of her hands together wrapped around it, just barely touched fingertips.

“Baby.” She went on. “He said he might cut back to our town after Jonesboro instead of continuing on to St. Louis. Otherwise it would be two weeks more before I got home to you. Is that what you would want? For me to come home next week instead of next month?”

“Yes! I want you home as fast as possible!” Loni just rubbed and pumped that dick. Pre-cum oozed and oozed. The cock shuddered like it had a life of its own.

“Then you trust me on this. Start pulling on yourself and watch him stick this inside me.” Loni looked to make sure I greased up and started yanking. It felt like I was stroking a missile launcher. There was so much pressure in my nuts!

Loni lay on her back before her truck driver and spread her legs. The vidphone was clipped over a strap on the cab ceiling. I had an overhead view of my bride. Her slimness was emphasized lying flat like that. Her tummy super flat, her hip muscles clearly delineated, a few lower ribs prominent (in a healthy way). The girl’s huge round globes stood up like mountains.

“How far are you going to push it?” Loni was talking to him, and was genuinely worried.

“How ‘bout this far?” WB ground his scrotum against Loni’s clit. The black spear stretched over her belly, bounced against her tits, and across her face. The leaking tip reached past her forehead. Loni stuck her tongue out to lick the bottom of it and pushed her tits together to rub the shaft. “This how deep you want it?”

I mused that the thing was nearly as thick as mine was long. My wife actually had to move her head to look around the 3+ inches wide phallus. She gave WB a smirk. Of course it would be impossible for her to take him that deep! The beautiful teen gave it a loving kiss on its starboard flank.

“Mmmmm. It’s so big and hard!” She kissed and licked it, causing the object of her affection to quiver. Pre-cum dripped into her hair. Loni glanced back at me when she had said how big it was. My bride had had the monster in her mouth all morning, but evidently never tired of coating it with her spit. Reluctantly he pulled back from her cover girl gorgeous face, farther back through the cleavage of her tan melons, back, back, back, seemingly a mile.

It was back near her pussy entrance again. Loni stared at it, as if hypnotized by the serpent. Her mouth was slightly open, her chest had already begun rising and falling faster. My bride was caught up in the anticipation of it penetrating her. I was too, my hand jerked faster.

The black pressed against her, and slowly her flesh began to part for him. No matter how far she tried to spread her legs apart, it wasn’t enough. The stretching showed by the tension on her face.

“Uuhhhhh…..” Loni was feeling the pressure. She gave another look in my direction. WB exerted more of his weight upon her.

“Aghh!” At once the bulb entered with a liquid squishing that was loud enough to be heard outside the truck. Loni’s own lubricating pussy juices, which I realized must have been flowing into her box for quite some time, sprayed out from around the cock inside her. Her vagina lips closed down around the helmet, embracing it tightly. 

“Ahh! Oh my God! It’s in me! Oh my God!” Loni’s breath was short. Her voice strained, as if with effort to keep her pussy from bursting. She tried to skooch her hips to a position that would lower the stretching pressure, but there was nothing to be done about it. All this did was rotate the thing around inside her.

Loni spasmed from head to toe. Until yesterday, I had never seen my little teen climax. Now I saw clearly that her brain was being raked by orgasm. Her body shook, her tits trembled, and her mouth was open wide in a silent scream. Loni’s eyes were scrunched shut as her head thrashed side to side. She arched her back, thrusting her tits in the air.

Then her cum erupted! From around the intruder the soapy grayish girl jism sprang forth. It looked the same as it does when a garden hose has a weak connection to the water spigot. Loni’s cum jetted out in high pressure spurts. I thought it might expel his cock, but WB grabbed her hips to keep himself inside. As a matter of fact he began winding around himself, grinding the sides of her stretched pussy.

Loni’s orgasm racked her very existence. It was beyond pleasure, beyond the pain. Orgasms hit her in multiple succession. One didn’t always stop before the next began, several climaxes were coursing though her at a time. She couldn’t breathe, the girl was holding her breath or forgetting to breathe altogether. As she convulsed at the end of his pole, her tits shaking and bobbing wonderfully, I watched her dieing. She was being fucked to death. 

I tried to focus on her face. Her eyes were rolled back, she was already in heaven. I wish I could have a chance to say goodbye.

WB pulled out of her cunt. It looked like the Holland Tunnel. Loni’s cum poured out like a flowing stream. The spot she lie in was a puddle of her bodily fluids. Some of her baby goo had sprayed against both sides of the sleeper compartment. What a mess she had produced!

Slowly she seemed to calm down, I thought I could hear her heart beating like a drum. She was breathing. Her eyes fluttered. When they opened they seemed lifeless, maybe she had brain damage! Not only had she deprived herself oxygen, the electric jolts smashing her mind probably fried some circuits!

Loni tilted her head slowly, dreamily. That nigger had fucked her stupid!

“Girl, you gotta handle all this shit, I ain’t even started to fuck you yet.”

The little girl’s mouth moved awkwardly. “Fuck…me. Fuck…me.” The bright sparkling person that I truly loved was gone.

WB aimed himself at her to give her what she wanted. Once more he entered. Loni reacted as before, though perhaps the physical spasms were not quite as terrible. Her pussy closed over the bulbous head.

Grabbing her hips, WB pushed. A bit of the shaft passed between her nether lips.

“Aaaaa!” Loni reacted immediately and fiercely. WB shook his head. He was only about 4 or 5 inches inside the bitch! Ain’t she ever fucked before?

Loni looked up, her voice was short and strained. “I’ve never had anything that deep before! I’m a virgin there!” Her eyes met mine a moment. “Oh, it feels so incredible!”

WB pulled nearly all the way out. Far enough to drag the edge of his crown back out through her squeezing lips, but not all the way out. Then he pushed back. My wife squealed shrilly when he hit about the 5 inch mark.

“I’m sorry, baby.” What had she just called that nigger! Loni was half out of her mind from the hard sex. It has slipped out and I had heard it! “I just can’t take anymore!”

The trucker slowly fucked her with what my teen bride could handle. I could see that he wanted to drive deeper, but he was enjoying the girl as it was. Loni had another orgasm. Where did all that cum originate? She had already painted the walls, and her ass was in a puddle about an inch deep. Yet more Loni goo seeped out along his ebon club as he thrusted.  She screamed her head off as each climax blew her away.

I had to measure my own strokes carefully. I was reluctant to let go my own sperm, despite the exponentially mounting pressure. What I saw on my bigscreen was the hottest porn I could have ever imagined. The star was my newlywed, the girl I had just recently walked down the aisle with. She was climaxing again, I had lost count now. Her brown tits bounced and swayed. Her face was lost in bliss.

WB was moving faster, it was clear he was approaching completion. The look on his face showed he was moving higher and higher from the friction of my bride. He was close.

“You my bitch?” Even his voice was slightly higher. He goaded her as he kept plunging her.

“Yes baby, I’m your bitch!” Loni’s little girl voice gave the words an erotic twist.

“You my ho?”

“Yes baby, fuck your whore! Fuck me with that big huge cock!” He fucked harder and faster. “Fuck your whore with that big meat!”

WB ripped it out from between Loni’s legs, causing her to groan from the sudden vacuum within her. As soon as he touched it to her boobs the cum started. Deftly, the girl gripped it between her tits, rubbing the globes along the shaft. The nigger climaxed with a roar. Load after load hosed Loni’s funbags. She pumped him with her tits, milking the cock. Errant sprays flew into her face but she kept on taking him through his rapture.

The overhead view of my buxom wife getting spermed made it easy to imagine it was me that was cumming on her, not some total stranger. Now would be the time for me to allow myself release. I was looking down on my beloved thick rope by thick rope getting covered in steaming jism. I felt myself quake under my jerking hand. My balls were trembling.

WB fell over on top of Loni, spent and exhausted. Loni sought and found his mouth. She gave him a hot passionate kiss.

“Don’t worry baby, next time you can fuck me even deeper. I promise.” Wild kissing. Their hands were rubbing all over each other, their mouths grinding together. I could feel their rapture. Loni had been serviced and satisfied deeper and harder and better than she ever could have imagined.

My cock trembled on the cusp of ejaculation. I let go of it but it felt like it was going to explode without my help. Watching my wife kissing someone else lovingly is not my idea of auto erotica. I didn’t cum, though by only the barest of margins.

It was some time later that Loni regained herself to remember me watching. Her face flushed as she realized that she had behaved briefly as if I wasn’t there. I could tell she was trying to remember if she had said something that she didn’t intend for me to hear.

“Honey, did you enjoy the show?” WB was still relaxing on top of her. She craned her neck to look around his strong shoulder at me.

“It was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. Did you have a good time?” She pursed her lips and blushed. A good time didn’t describe what she had had. The teen had no vocabulary to begin to describe what she had felt. Perhaps there were no words at all to truly tell what had coursed through her body.

“You are late for work.” She was right about that.

“You’re right, I’m gonna go.”

“We should have been driving by now too. Honey?”

“Yes sweet?”

“I…” She paused. The was the pattern now. Soon she would most likely not be telling me at all, but now she was shy to share what she wanted with that black.

“Yes?” I queried.

“I want him to, well, in a little while…” She still loved me. Was there a way to say this to spare my feelings? “I want him to fuck me again this morning.”

What was I supposed to say?

“And honey…” There was more? “I was thinking he would just do it to me, you know, whenever.”

“Whenever?”

“Whenever we wanted.”

I just stood there, unable to respond. WB stirred, than sat up. He’d been dozing in happy land. He got Loni’s dress and handed it to her so she could clean up. It was already cum tie-dyed. First however, Loni moved her tits to her mouth and started lapping up his cum. She tongue sponged as much as she could get. Trying to spare her dress, which was all she had to wear, my wife then flipped over and started drinking from the puddle on the mattress.

The overhead view of her sensuous back and perfect small ass was cock teasing. WB moved behind her and smacked her ass. Then his once more raging hard erection was at her opening.

“Oooo! Is that for me?” Loni had turned to look back. Her face was covered in spunk, both hers and his.



Wife's Joyride Ch. 03



Loni’s shapely ass was sticking in the air. It glistened with the slime coating of cum from the puddle she had been soaking in. WB wiped his rock hard staff across her buttocks, using the jizz for lubricant. When the end of the black pole was covered and dripping with my wife’s copious pussy emissions, he aimed it at her snatch.

My bride was looking back over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. She was actually whimpering in preparation of the assault. The coal spear was at its 23 inch glory. The tiny teen girl, and at 5’2” tall and 85 pounds it was hard to imagine a girl smaller, braced for impact. She spread her knees slightly in her ‘all fours’ position to give more stability.

Loni’s young hips were not quite as wide as a basketball, so when that phallus the size of a fence post nuzzled between her legs it looked impossible. The trucker put his hands around my bride’s waist. The giant mitts crossed thumbs at the base of her back, wrapped around and the fingers laced completely together over her navel.

Loni screamed hellishly as the monster pushed into her pussy from behind. He didn’t stop however, until the spasming pussy closed over his helmet.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHH! IT FEELS BIGGER LIKE THIS!” My girl was having serious trouble handling the doggie style position. She wasn’t able to open her legs as far, and the torpedo was as thick as ever.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” The nigger put a hand on the back of her head, palming it really, and shoved her into the cum puddle on the mattress. Loni hadn’t had a chance to take a breath, and sucked in a mouthful of their mixed sperm. She was held under, her mouth and nose below the surface. He meant to drown her in their semen!

He shoved at her, and 2 more inches plied inside. Loni’s hips and legs convulsed at the intrusion. What would have been a squeal of pain was just bubbles in the cum pool that splashed in her eyes. He was as deep now as he had been earlier, and began to remorselessly pump in and out. I thought he might just pull her pussy right out of her because it was literally that tight.

He fucked and rutted into her. My wife was beating her hands in desperation on the mattress, drowning in a few inches of thick gooey cum. Her pretty faced made a depression in the somewhat impermeable sleep mat, forming a bowl that filled with the fresh jizz. She couldn’t eat it fast enough to lower the level to a point to save her from drowning.

Now deeper the convict forced, a 5th and 6th inch of black pole. Now a 7th. He had seen to it that Loni kept her promise to take him deeper, even if it killed her. The fuck went on, 7 inches pounding and stretching her where my honey had never before been touched. My love’s arms stopped flailing as a last group of bubbles came to the surface of the thick cum. Her hips and legs continued to involuntarily jerk and kick. It dawned on me that her body was climaxing, had been for some time. Loni was orgasming and cumming even after falling unconscious! Her body went on and on without her! 

WB accelerated his fucking, getting ready to finish as well. I pondered whether he would bother to pull out or just fill my wife’s young fertile womb. I worried that she would become pregnant, even though it didn’t appear she was even alive any more. It was no longer necessary to hold the child’s head down as her form was now limp. Her face and hair mopped up the splooge as his thrusts shoved her forward and dragged her body back. WB again put both his hands back around her slim waist.

Below her waist it was a different story. Loni’s long sexy legs clenched and kicked, and I swear her hips were bucking back at her assailant. Another flood of my bride’s cum jetted out her pussy in high pressure streams. Stretched so tight by the massive cock, her cunt fired her girl goo across the compartment. Spray after spray of it, so much! The little girl’s lungs were drowned in semen juice, but her body was still sexing. The black obliged her climax by fucking harder, so that her umpteenth orgasm was extended until more than 10 fluid ounces of Loni’s baby sauce had geysered out.

WB was sweating profusely now, working towards his second cap of the morning. Squeezing her waist like a vise he used his thick powerful arms to pull her back onto his jackhammer. His sinewy legs and hips pile drove twitching cock into her flopping body. My wife began another orgasm, or I should say her stretched cunt did. The nigger didn’t notice her now; he was clenching his face as his load moved through the center of his dick meat. I was sure I could see the sperm progress. There was a slight swelling in the already incredible girth as the sperm pushed its way down the 23 inch length. Veins already throbbing grotesquely were pushed out farther in relief resembling angry vines as the load moved past. The swelling extended closer and closer to my teen betrothed.

Even after reaching half way, there was still no back end to the cum load expanding the length of his cock. It must be a half gallon flowing down that pipeline! He continued to fuck Loni’s slight frame. Clearly bottoming out at 7 inches, her body rocked forward each time he pounded to that depth. He was knocking on her womb, and about to come in!

The nigger grunted like an animal. His cum bulge was only 5 inches away from my bride’s body. I watched it approach her tight body like a subway train through a tunnel. The seed had no chance of missing, a direct highway to my beloved’s center. 2 inches to go, almost there. As it passed within her I let out a defeated groan. Then it occurred to me there were yet 7 inches of pipe within her it must travel. I’m sure I will notice when it exits his cockhead, his pleasurable climax would be violently evident I was certain. Seconds passed, and I knew the moment of my bride’s impregnation was at hand.

The beast howled and wildly thrust fucked his ejaculation into my girl. He pounded home for nearly 5 minutes before pulling out. From the gaping hole of her pussy, more than 2 inches wide, I could see several inches down her stretched open vaginal tunnel. Thick clumpy sperm gushed out of her for more than 2 minutes, and continued to run and drip out in gooey streams after that time.

Almost in afterthought, WB flipped her over on her back. Loni wasn’t breathing and her face was a mask of splooge and juice. He punched her hard in her tiny belly. Then another punch. Loni spit up slimy cum, it splashed out her mouth to add to the mess already all over her lips, cheeks, and chin. Another punch elicited a desperate inhale from the girl. Some more effort had her breathing somewhat regularly, but she didn’t wake up.

The black dipped his cock in her mouth, and then tried to wipe it in a dry spot of her long hair. He dressed and moved up to the driver seat, leaving my field of view. I was left with an overhead panorama of Loni lying on her back on a mattress that was now a gooey swamp of semen. Her face was splattered and coated in white sex sauce; her big tits were coated with cum. My bride’s legs were spread wide and long, a steady thick flow of clumpy pregnant potion oozed from her tiny cunny. She was unconscious but I saw that her ribcage expanded with slight breaths. My dear was far away in after sex la-la land.

I watched and watched, but the cum inside her continued to slowly drip out of her. Twenty minutes and it was still running. My love was pregnant! As much cum that I had breaking apart my scrotum it had been another who had given her a baby! I tried to make out her pretty face underneath the sperm facial mask, and was semi able to recognize my wife. Her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, totally pregnant.

I cut the connection, hanging up our phones. It was nearly noon! 

I wedged my stiff 4 incher into a business suit and hurried to work. A few hours swept by but I couldn’t concentrate.  I’m sure my bosses were completely pissed at me. At the end of the day I sneaked out of the building, managing to avoid any confrontations about my non-productivity. The drive home was harrowing. I had forgotten the vidphone…had Loni called?

It was after 7 PM when I rushed in the front door to check for messages, there were none. Again there was no real dinner for me, another scrounged up cold cut sandwich was my first food of the day. My nervousness was such I was not hungry for that. Lack of food and sleep had me dizzy. Watching some footage of her prior calls would have me alert, but I was likely to ejaculate just looking at Loni getting banged. When would she be home?

10 PM and she still hadn’t called, I couldn’t take it any longer. I dialed her.

Several rings later Loni’s face appeared on my phone and the big screen. She was bent over, getting fucked from behind again. His thrusts catapulted her forward terribly, her hair flailing. It was impossible for her to hold the phone steady, nearly dropping it in fact. Her face was contorted, her eyes kept drifting up in their sockets. My bride looked like she was wasted on drugs. In a sense she was, that 23 incher pushing her over the edge over and over.

Loni couldn’t rightly focus to look at me, but she must have known I was on the line.

“My God! My God! He’s fucking me!!” Wet noises echoed in the back of the tractor trailer. She grimaced as each stroke struck bottom inside her.

“He’s Fucking Me!! He’s so deep! God it’s…So… Big!” I tried to say something to her but she started screaming, her eyes rolling all the way back in her sockets…showing only her eye whites. Loni climaxed like a tsunami, shaking, quaking, and screaming. The phone dropped but landed so that I had a picture of her getting pounded from behind. My girl passed out, her body went limp.

WB kept on jamming his black log up inside her at a ferocious pace. He used one hand to pick up her upper body by the hair. This gave me a great view of her volleyball tits bouncing in time with his fuck thrusts. Had he done that for my benefit? My balls were killing me. Then he busted inside her already ballooned out pussy. His cries of pleasure and body jerks testament to his blinding climax. God how it must feel to plow her little body! How tight was her cunt around his cock? The black collapsed on top of her, covering her and crushing her. His pole still planted between her legs.

He managed to reach around her ribs to grab handfuls of her tits before drifting asleep right there lying on top of my wife. I watched them slumber for a few minutes then hung up.

I twisted and turned in my sleep, seeing over and over again my beautiful young mate being inseminated by her ebon behemoth. It was bestiality what he did to her. Plain and simple rutting. He used her tiny body for his own pure pleasure, over and over.

I awoke at 3 AM in a fit of terror. Right now, as I lay alone in our bed staring at our LCD clock on the bed stand, my wife was miles away…and pregnant. My small cock was hard with a morning erection. I doubted if it would go down at all this day, such was my sexual deprivation. Fortunately my size was so minimal that I might be able to disguise it with tight underwear and still go about in public.

Unable to return to the awful semi-sleep that had plagued me since I had lost my wife to a passing Negro trucker, I simply watched the hours tick by. The vidphone was silent nearby, my only link to my betrothed. It occurred to me that Loni no longer called when they were going to have sex. I had rung her right near the end of their coupling last night. They were fucking whenever they wanted and Loni no longer thought to call me. The dawn arrived and I still hadn’t slept. As I dressed for work Loni’s words filled my brain. “His cock is always rock hard in the morning.” She had said to me. Right at this moment, parked beside some highway, the black was plowing into my tiny wife like a jackhammer. And she was screaming her head off, and cumming and cumming and cumming. I shaved and was out the door to an early start at the office. The vidphone seemed at once heavier and hot to the touch, as if the raw violent sex on the other side of it conducted through. My balls were now each bigger than my penis. Two hard baseballs that I had to wince with each time I sat down, the slightest compression shooting pain through me. The man with my wife had no such problem, his seed flowed freely…directly into and onto my beloved several times a day!

As I pulled into the corporate parking lot, I could no longer resist. I called Loni on the vidphone. It rang and rang but there was no answer. Now parked in my reserved space, the car off, I sat there. Then I remembered the walkie-talkie feature! Finding the obscure side button, I connected to her phone without her having to pick up. While the screen lit up slowly, my car was immediately filled with loud grunting. I could hear my bride rasping out desperate breaths in a ragged rhythm. She would cry out at times. “Aahhh!” “Ooooh! Ughh!”

Their forms came into focus. Her vidphone was lying in a corner of the sleeper cab, only by my good fortune facing toward them. The nigger was poling her savagely from behind. Loni was on her hands and knees, facing nearly straight at me. Her brown volleyballs bouncing and glistening with sweat. Her eyes and face scrunched with each of the black’s inward cock strokes, he was taking her deep. 

“Oh my God!” She gasped. “Ughh!”

As I watched, WB pulled her arms behind her back and held them together with one muscular hand. Loni’s darkly tanned tits pushed out farther now, with more of an arch to her back. The position didn’t look comfortable. With his other hand he raised her up by pulling her hair. I saw my sexy wife in all her glory, held before me by her long hair like a hunting trophy.

Beneath her rocking tits, her belly stretched out lean and tight. A serpent danced within her. The bulge of the black club fucking her distended grotesquely with each thrust. The shaft was as thick as my forearm, the head bigger than my fist. In her 5’2” and 85 lb. frame the visual was monstrous! No wonder she grimaced and convulsed with each fuck punch. So fit and trim were my honey’s abs, that the outline of her torment was perfectly clear. I could see, pushing her from within, the clear outline of the crown of his cockhead. Even some of the larger veins pulsing around his shaft could be seen inside her. The relief of his dick could even be seen to be throbbing!

WB twisted and angled his fucking, and the serpent inside my betrothed turned and poked to one side, then the other. He moved and rotated his fucks, stirring Loni’s insides like a cocktail. Her cries were of pain and rapture. The goliath angled backward, his cock pushing straight out, tenting Loni’s slight belly more and more and more. She cried in agony and shook, but with her hands pinned back there was nothing she could do. He pushed harder and it looked like a scene from the “Alien” movie! It was about to burst right out of her! He was going to slaughter my wife right in front of me! Had he had enough of her? Was this it?

He pulled back a bit, and the extrusion went down. The nigger started fucking her at this angle, his cock head bulging out from her clit (when he pulled nearly all the way out) to her belly button (on the in stroke). WB rose up on his knees, lifting Loni’s knees off the mattress due to the disparity in their height. Her torso held upright by her hair, her full weight (what there was of it) now fell straight down onto the cock jammed between her legs! Loni’s slender legs kicked for purchase, but couldn’t manage to alleviate the increased pressure crammed directly against her womb.

I saw that Loni had her high heels on. My balls clenched with the sight of those heels at the end of her long shapely legs.

WB bit into her neck, hard. Loni screamed in pain. He didn’t break her skin...yet. However he did lock onto a piece of her flesh and twist it in his mouth. All the while, he fucked her so that pain was tied together with another of her building orgasms. I realized he was conditioning her, training her mind to accept torture as part of intercourse.

He released her neck, the bruise raising darkly, his mark clear upon her.

“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

Loni was unresponsive. The far away look in her eyes was testimony that she was riding up the wave of yet another rising climax. For a moment he released her head and open palm slapped Loni’s ass so hard it sounded like a whipcrack.

“Aaaah!”

“I said, do you want me to fuck you harder…bitch!” By pitching his hips forward and back, he was able to continue fucking my wife. Another ass slap, harder this time!

“Aaaaa! Yes, God damn it, ugh, fuck me harder!” The third ass slap opened up streams of tears from Loni’s eyes. Indeed, his thrusts did turn more brutal, more forceful. Each causing by bride to exhale involuntarily. Her moans became deeper in pitch. Her pain filled face also took on signs of hunger as he jabbed her and speared deeper.

In fevered pain and rampant lust, Loni groaned out from her throat from the fuck assault she was getting. Saliva spit out her mouth and dripped over her lips. My bride’s small body rocked forward and back, her big round tits bouncing around in time to their hardcore sex.

“You my bitch?” He punctuated the question with a few especially savage thrusts.

“Ughh! Aaaaa!” Loni tried to make her mouth form a word but was unable. She was getting fucked deep…at least 8 inches of nigger meat was disappearing inside her. Maybe even a couple more inches than that, my view angle made it hard to judge. Where was it going? It was like a stage magic trick. ‘Watch the thick black pole skewer the little girl!’

Evidently her moans and cries of pain were not sufficient answer. The convict reached around with the hand that had broke blood vessels all over her ass and grabbed her right nipple. It took timing to snatch her balloon as they bound about in sexual frenzy. Taking the teen’s nipple in his fingers he squeezed it terribly. Maintaining the harsh, steady battery into her pussy, the nigger twisted it around in a full circle. Then he pulled on the big nipple, stretching it out more and more! When fully engorged, I had seen my love’s nipples out to nearly an inch. Now it was twisted and turned and tortured out more than 3 inches from her tight round tit.

Loni screamed out to shame Whitney Houston’s highest octave. Her head shook, but her hands were held fast behind her. The black clenched his teeth and fucked more viciously.

Loni’s little voice turned shockingly pornographic.

“AAghh! Fuck! Jesus, yes I’m your…Ughh!...slut! Aaaaa! Yes, I’m your bitch! Ughh! Fuck Me! Aaghh! Fuck Me Deep! Ughhh! Pound me! Aghhh! Slam that thing in me! Ughhh! I’m your cocksucking…Aahhhh!...cum eating…Ohhhhhh!...slave slut!” Loni was climbing the climax ladder again, and I could tell this was going to be a big one. Her convulsing body gave sign after sign this was going to be the tidal wave of her orgasms. Between her screams I could here the squishing that accompanied his strokes. Her box was sopping with pussy juice, it sounded like he was churning butter.

The trucker knew her well enough now to know when she passed the brink, when the crest was upon her and there was no stopping the explosions within her. Just as Loni started cumming, he pulled back his sinewy arm and open hand slapped across her tit. It sounded like a gunshot, so hard a strike on my baby’s breast. 

Loni screamed, and came, screamed and came. The girl cum gushed out her pussy. He slapped and slapped as he fucked hard and deep. Her tit was smacked all over, most times a finger stinging across her nipple as well. Hand prints burned redly, overlapping as he went on. Gouts of high pressure wife cum shot out of the impossibly tight fit of the cock in her pussy. One such stream of Loni’s grayish-white baby sauce landed straight upon the vidphone. My picture was at once coated with my betrothed’s cum. It was thick and creamy. The scene beyond was now tinted a cummy hue. I thought to myself that I just had to replay that cumshot in slow motion when I got home tonight.




Wife's Joyride Ch. 03



I recognized that Woman Breaker was now shooting his load into my wife. His exclamations of rapture and the movement of their forms confirmed he was seeding her. He was power washing her womb with nigger semen.

A few moments later I could tell that Loni passed out. She fell silent and her form went limp. WB fucked between her kicking legs…it still fascinated me that her legs would keep kicking, and no doubt her vagina was still convulsing and squeezing his dick even after being knocked out…fucking her unconscious body for a few more minutes. When he finally pulled out of her I heard the loud liquid ‘Splort’ of their thick gooey cum waterfall out her stretched wide pussy.

I shut off the phone and my mind returned abruptly to my car in the executive parking lot. Two of the first floor receptionists were looking back at me with horrified faces.

“…watching porn right here at work! I don’t believe it!” They were whispering but I picked up their gist. Good Lord, the walkway to the main entrance passed right by me. I glanced at my car clock. I had been watching my wife getting banged for an hour! The volume wasn’t exactly low, either! The whole company must have walked past me this morning, though my attention had been riveted to my phone screen. I was going to be the subject of all the talk at the water coolers today! I will be labeled a pervert for certain!

The walk up to my office was the longest of my life. Was I to be fired?