Sunday, 8 September 2013

LORELEI

Chapter One
The Worm Turns

I couldn't help staring at it. It was not only the biggest cock 
I'd seen, there was an aesthetic quality to it that begged a 
lingering look. Veins coursed over thick black flesh ending in a 
perfect golfball sized half-dome. It had to be eight inches long 
and, Lord Almighty, it was still soft! The first word that jumped 
to mind was "superior" I was staring at a superior penis. The 
kid's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Wanna hold it for me, Prof.?" he laughed. I yanked my gaze away 
from his enormous shaft and turned my attentions to the bathroom 
wall and back to my own puny peepee, clearing my throat. Toby was 
seventeen. He was about my height, athletic and black as the 
night. He had a deceivingly angelic face. His eyes were big, face 
slightly rounded round, mouth constantly drawn in a childlike 
pout. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I replied, turning red. I 
wanted to say something more but didn't know what else exactly. On 
the tile directly in front of me someone had written I Love To 
Suck Big Dick! I couldn't help but muse at the irony. Not for long 
though.

"That's okay," Toby nodded, "Your wife's been checking out my 
package for the past day and half."

Huh? I tried to keep the piss going into my urinal and confront 
this bold statement at once. "Uh, that wasn't a very funny joke, 
Toby," I said.

"I shit you not," Toby grinned, shaking the excess off that 
colossal organ. I was reminded of the black jack, a sort of 
flaccid nightstick used to knock people unconscious. "She's been 
eyeing my dick since halfway through Pennsylvania." He spent a 
couple of seconds stuffing his enormous manhood back into his 
jeans, zipped up and flushed.

No longer distracted by his Kong sized prick, I finally spoke. "I 
demand you take that back," I said firmly, like a parent. I mean, 
the nerve! If it weren't for us, Toby wouldn't be getting a free 
ride to LA. True, he had to do some of the driving. Well most of 
it, but still. The nerve! 

"What's the problem?" he said nonchalantly, "I'm just being real."

"No, you're being inappropriate and crude. My wife has not checked 
out your package."

"Who's being 'inappropriate' now? You're calling me a liar."

"You're calling my wife a. a package checker-outer."

"Maybe she hasn't looked at other guys, but I guarantee you. She's 
been checking out my package like it was her favorite library 
book. I woke up yesterday in the back seat with a hardon. I open 
my eyes what's the first thing I see? Her getting an eyeful of the 
tent in my pants. She looked away all embarrassed, like you did 
just now."

"Oh, come on, Toby." This was getting just plain childish. The 
people who had introduced us to Toby had told us he had a penchant 
toward juvenile behavior. I thought, big deal, he's a teenager. 
But this was sliding down to elementary school level.

"No you come on. You can't accept a normal red-blooded woman 
can't scope out the bulge in someone else's pants just cause she's 
your wife?" He gave me that audacious grin again.

Shame. Things had been going quite smoothly up till this moment in 
the campground bathroom. No bumps in the road as it were. Toby had 
been a stellar co-driver in our cross-country jaunt. Polite, 
gentle, humble. But now things had suddenly become very 
frustrating. I wanted to get back at him good for being so damn- 
so damn- cocky. 

My mind formulated the first logical response to Toby's over 
confidence. The Greeks had a name for it. In formal debating it's 
called Ad Homonym, literal translation "to the man", loose 
translation. well, let's just say if you're in an argument with a 
fat guy and the fat guy's winning, you blurt out something about 
pulling up a chair to an all-you-can-eat salad bar. The Greeks 
considered an Ad Homonym to be a forfeit in a debate, since it has 
nothing to do with the topic at hand. Not to mention it is a 
childish way of denying you're being beaten. Here's what I said: 
"You people and cock size, it's all a big myth anyway." See? Ad 
Homonym. To the man. Forfeit. 

Toby's eyes narrowed. "My people? Wait a minute," he said, "What 
the fuck did you just say? You aware I spent the last two years in 
a home with a WHITE family?"

 "You're black, Toby. White women don't check out black guys. 
Black women check out black guys." See? I did it again. Ad Homonym 
Ad Nauseum.

There was that grin again. "Okay. You're jealous. Tell me, Prof., 
when was the last time you did it with her?"

He just wouldn't let go. "Toby, that is none of your business."

"Was it before or after Jerry Garcia died?"

Okay, tit for tat, I pick on him because of his race; he picks on 
my lifestyle.

He continued, "What do you people do now since the Dead stopped 
touring, just drive around the country in circles waiting for 
Jerry to get reincarnated?"

I took a breath then decided to be the big man. well, in a manner 
of speaking. "You know what, let's forget this conversation 
happened. We're going to be on the road the next week or so, that 
van's going to get smaller by degrees if we bicker like this, so 
let's call it a day. You win. I win. Nobody wins." (Whatever the 
hell that meant!)

I quickly washed my hands and started heading out the bathroom 
door. "I'm going to go for my ceremonial campground 
constitutional. I've done it at every campground at which I've had 
the pleasure of staying. You can join me if you wish, maybe it'll 
become a tradition of yours. Or you can go back to the van. 
Lorelei's probably made some herbal tea, you two can celebrate the 
moments of your life. See you when I get back."

I was out the door. I walked into the sunlight, proud of myself 
for rising above that claptrap. I let the forest air cleanse me. 
Then, I headed out for my hike.

Toby walked out behind me as the two of us parted ways; I heard 
what he said and stopped dead in my tracks. Wait a minute, what 
was that? I processed the words again: "I'm going to fuck her."


Chapter Two
Things Get Cockier

I turned around. Toby was ambling back in the direction of the 
van, not even looking back. God help me, I could see the outline 
his mule-dick made in his pants from behind. 

Fuck her! Did he just say that? I hustled up and walked alongside 
him. "Okay this has gone on long enough. You keep it up and we're 
leaving you here in the middle of East Armpit Nowhere. You can 
walk to LA."

"She won't let you kick me out. Not after I hook her," Toby 
smiled. He tugged at a long reed of dry grass and began picking 
his teeth with it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Go on. Go on your walk, Mr. Natural."

"You just said you're going to fuck my wife and I'm supposed to go 
for a walk."

"What's the matter? Don't trust her alone with me?"

This kid may have been young but I had to admit this. He was 
always two moves ahead of me. "I do trust her."

"Then go on your walk."

"You could rape her you know."

Toby rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, that's what 'we people' do all the 
time isn't it? Besides drink grape soda and collect unemployment." 
Before I even had a chance to react, he stopped, turned toward me 
and jabbed a finger at my chest- "You know, I thought you were 
real when I met you, but you're just another phony pantywaist 
bitch. You deserve to have your wife fucked right out from under 
your nose."

"You say that one more time and-" I raised a fist.

Toby laughed knowing full well I had no intention of using it. He 
leveled his gaze at me. "Fine, Prof. You want to make sure I don't 
rape her come along and stand guard. Yeah, just hide out near the 
van where you can see it all happen. I do something 
'inappropriate' you can blow the whistle. But you won't. Because 
your wife's the one that's going to cross the decency line. Over 
and over again. I'm gonna turn her into a black man's cumdump."

 "You are hitching the rest of the way, Toby, mark my."

He was ignoring me now. "You are gonna watch me make your wife beg 
for my giant dick, won't that be a treat? Tell me does she 
swallow?"

"What's- huh?"

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Yes or no, 
does she swallow?"

I considered the consequences of blessing this question with a 
response, then blurted out: "No."

He nodded confidently then said, "Does she take it in the ass?"

Through gritted teeth I said the word: "Never."

Toby smiled ear to ear then looked down at the bulge in his jeans 
and talked to it, "Heard that, my friend?" He looked back up, 
musing. "Man, that is gonna be one tight fuck."

"Toby, I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to let you take your 
stuff and walk away from our lives without any further-"

Toby shushed me and gestured toward a clearing the woods. The VW 
bus was in sight. The sliding door was open, the canopy pitched. 
And there, standing beneath the canopy was the most beautiful 
creature I had ever seen.

Lorelei. 

My wife.


Chapter Three
Lorelei

This is the way I'll always remember her I suppose. She was 
gathering some extra sticks of wood in arm's reach, feeding them 
into the fire on which a pot of water boiled. Her long tie-dyed 
sundress hung loosely around her ample breasts and hips. She was a 
full woman, plenty of meat on her bones, but not an ounce of fat. 

She was forty now, but time had only touched her face here and 
there. The rest of her was as buoyant as a life raft. She was very 
fit and very natural. Mountain woman, earth mother, forest nymph, 
Lorelei loved to walk barefoot through life. She was everything a 
man like me could want in a wife, friend and lover. I never 
answered Toby's question but I had lost track of how much time had 
gone by from the last time we had made love. What a waste, I 
thought as I looked upon her now. I could have torn her clothes 
off her supple body and taken her right then and there. And I knew 
Toby was thinking the same thing.

Completely unaware she was being watched, Lorelei pushed her long 
frizzy blonde hair out of her eyes as she scanned the ground for 
another stick of wood. Finding one, she bent over to get it, 
giving Toby and myself a nice view of her mountainous cleavage. 
Her breasts were real, by the way. Toby licked his lips and rubbed 
his hands. "Mm, mm." I heard him say.

"That's it, Toby, go get your stuff and-"

"What, you still here?" he sneered at me, "Go hide yourself, 
little man. Me, I'm gonna go turn that little wife of yours into a 
cock-hungry breeding bitch."

It was finally my turn to laugh, "Whatever you do, don't let her 
hear that word come out of your mouth. She'll cut your nuts off."

He didn't even flinch. "Thanks for the heads up, my man, but when 
I call her a bitch she's gonna ask for more."

I had no response. 

"Now go hide yourself," he took a few steps, then turned toward me 
one last time. "And, Prof.? Just be thankful I'm letting you 
watch," he said. With that he left me, pushing on toward the van.

I stood there thinking, this is ridiculous. I was letting this kid 
go try to fuck my wife? It was absurd. Yet I watched as he walked 
into the clearing. My instincts told me to run up there, kick 
Toby's ass out of the van and bid him, his arrogant strut and his 
ten gallon cock a good fucking riddance. But I just stood there. 

There are moments in your life you look back on and can't figure 
out what you were thinking at the time. I look back on this moment 
and I know what I was thinking. I wanted to see him fall. I wanted 
to see this kid go up to that beautiful, faithful, loving wife he 
just met a day and a half ago, and try to make her beg for his 
thick black cock. And get cold water splashed in his face.

Toby hailed her and she looked up. Those crystal blue eyes 
sparkled as she smiled back. She almost saw me to so I quickly 
ducked down behind a boulder. I watched Toby casually nod to her 
and point to the van, saying something. She nodded and smiled as 
if to say "okay." Oh my God, I thought, had he done it? Had he 
just asked if she wanted to hop in the van with him so he could 
slip his huge manhood into her wet pussy? But Lorelei turned away 
and Toby hopped in the van, sliding the door closed behind him. 
Lorelei knelt over the fire, checking to see if the water was 
boiling yet. Behind her, I could see Toby's waist, the only part 
of him visible through the sliding door. He was changing his 
clothes. He had his shirt off. Now the pants were coming down and 
out it flopped. God his penis was humungus. Lorelei casually 
glanced behind her, caught sight of Toby's penis and did a double 
take. If you ask me, she looked at that gargantuan dick a moment 
too long for my liking. She studied it right up until Toby yanked 
on a pair of sweatpants, packing that monster cock away again. 

Lorelei suddenly turned back to the fire, as if what she were 
thinking was wrong. She did look flush though. The black sex 
cannon she'd seen certainly left a lasting impression. Fine, I 
thought, she saw it now, but there's no way she's been checking 
out his crotch before this. And even if she had, there's now way 
she's actually going to beg for it.

Toby opened the sliding glass door and came out of the van wearing 
only the sweats. I noticed now that his torso was finely cut, 
shoulders bulging, biceps round and taut. If I were a woman I'd 
think about having sex with him. Think. Lorelei looked up and 
smiled, eyes wandering around his body momentarily- yes down to 
his dick, ho hum- then forced herself to look away, busying 
herself with the fire again. Toby looked down at her ripe ass and 
for a second I thought he was just going to jump her right there. 

Then I'd swoop in and rescue my poor white wife from the big black 
monster. But he didn't. Toby simply sat on the lip of the van 
under the canopy, relaxing. He leaned back, letting his thick 
manmeat bulge proudly under his sweats.

The water was boiling so Lorelei went to get a couple of teacups 
out of the van. She came back and made the tea the old fashioned 
way. No bags for Lorelei. She used a strainer and tea leaves, the 
way the Brits do it. Toby watched her, genuinely fascinated with 
this tea ritual, exhibiting not even a hint of sexuality. Here I 
started getting relieved. Nothing was happening. Toby was all talk 
no action. He was just messing with my head. He really had no 
interest in my wife whatsoever. And even if he did, she really 
couldn't care less about Toby's dick, didn't want to fuck him, not 
now, not ever. Period. I decided I was going to get up and walk 
into the clearing and clean the slate with Toby. I'd never mention 
this event to him and maybe someday would tell my wife over a 
couple of Honey Ales. 

Just as I collected the resolve to rise up from behind my rock, 
Lorelei sat on the lip of the van next to Toby. And the two 
started talking. Nothing physical, just talking. A little eye 
contact. He made her laugh a couple of times. She seemed to laugh 
a lot harder at his jokes then at mine. Then something happened 
that chilled me to the bone. Lorelei crossed her legs inward 
toward Toby, then started fussing with her hair.


Chapter Four
Neural Kinetics

Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a college professor. I 
used to teach Psychology at an Ivy League school. I spent years 
studying Human Behavior and presenting my findings to classroom 
after classroom for about twenty odd years (Lorelei, in fact, was 
one of my best students). By the time I went on "permanent 
sabbatical" I had developed a psychological theory that one can 
understand the workings of the mind by studying the movements of 
the body. Not words, mind you. Movements. You could put plugs in 
your ears and still understand what was going on in a person's 
head simply by watching them, like a silent movie. Neural Kinetics 
I called it. God what a pompous ass I was. Oh well, be that as it 
may, I basically have a doctorate in one thing: body language. And 
when my wife crossed her leg in toward Toby and started playing 
with her hair, my confidence began to crumble. One has to 
understand that in order for someone to do that- especially a 
female, who is acutely aware that almost every man she encounters 
is evaluating her on a sexual level- they have to be completely at 
ease. Guard totally down. Toby briefly glanced down at her 
generous breasts quivering gracefully before him as she began 
playing with her hair and grinned that grin. This mutherfucker 
didn't even have a high school diploma yet! Anyway, being the kind 
of petulant little headcase I am, I threw my Neural Kinetics 
theory out and decided I needed to hear what they were saying. 

So began the silent scramble toward the van. There was a light 
breeze going, and the crickets were starting to chirp loudly. So 
my movements went unnoticed as I circled around the van, behind it 
and began crawling underneath it, toward them. All I could see 
were Toby's unlaced sneakers planted flat on the right of me, 
Lorelei's dainty white feet, one crossed over the other, to the 
left.

I could now hear their voices.

Lorelei: "Now that I think about it, we've been married longer 
than you've been alive."

Toby: "Man, that's a trip. How two people can stay together that 
long. I suppose if I met the right one."

Lorelei: (pause) "You've still got a long way to go before 
thinking about marriage, Toby. Enjoy yourself."

Toby: "Oh I'm not looking for a wife yet. Not my own, anyway."

She laughed. SHE LAUGHED.

Toby: "I'm serious. Most of the women I've been involved with have 
been other men's wives."

Lorelei: "But. you're only."

Toby: "Seventeen, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I like girls my age. 
They're fun. But married women are just. better. Better in every 
way."

The way he said this last part really scares me. There's a lilt in 
his voice that made it clear to me he was looking deep into those 
blue eyes when he said that.

Lorelei: "Wow, umm. so did you ever. get caught by their 
husbands?"

Toby: "Every time. Mostly, I'm the one who went up to them and 
said 'Hey, Mr. so-and-so, sorry to have to break it to you, but 
I'm making love to your wife and there isn't a damn thing you can 
do about it.'"

Those words echoed in my head as I watched Lorelei rub her feet 
together. My God. was she actually getting turned on?

Lorelei: "And they never did anything?"

Toby: "What are they gonna do? I connect with a woman and she's M-
I-N-E mine. Nobody, not even her husband's gonna keep me from 
enjoying what's mine."

Lorelei: "So you just. dated these women in front of their 
husbands?"

Toby: "Oh they learned who was the boss real quick. Some of them 
even got off on the thought of their wives having sex with me. We 
go out on dates, hubby did the driving and the buying. sometimes 
even the watching."

Lorelei (laughing nervously): "You're putting me on."

Toby: "They told me they appreciated seeing their wives get 
treated like a lady by a real man."

Lorelei (in a voice that would wither the confidence of a 
professional boxer): "Oh I get it. You're supposed to be some big 
stud or something, is that it?"

Yes! Give it to him, Lorelei! I thought, excitedly. Finally, Toby 
the super prick gets hoisted up on his own throbbing member! Do 
it, baby, cut him down to size. I waited. But the cutting down 
never happened. Because Toby flipped the script.

Toby: "Don't play me off like that. You're married. You know just 
what I'm talking about."

Silence. Dead silence. For I don't know how long. I imagined 
Lorelei working up the nerve to tell this asshole off. I imagined 
her looking at him in utter contempt and disgust. Then I imagined 
her twirling that chunk of blonde hair around her finger looking 
his muscular body over, enigmatic look in her eye. My gaze darted 
between the two sets of feet looking for a Neuro-Kinetic clue. It 
finally came when Lorelei's moved closer to Toby's. Then I heard a 
wet, lip-smacking sound. Lorelei let out a sweet little sigh and 
began rubbing Toby's ankle with her foot.


Chapter Five
Believe it. Bitch

No, please God. They were kissing! Toby was doing this, wasn't he? 
He was doing it! No, no, he wasn't yet. She was only kissing him. 
She hadn't begged him for it yet. That was the deal, she was 
supposed to beg him. I lay there on my belly under my own van like 
a fucking lizard thinking I was still in the clear!

Their feet started intertwining before me and left to my own 
imagination to fill in the blanks, my ego was soon leveled another 
lethal blow. The sound of rustling sweatpants followed by:

Lorelei (gasping): "Jesus." (giggling like a little girl) "I can 
barely fit my hand around it."

I felt queasy. I could almost hear Toby's black meat thickening in 
my wife's tiny white hand. Toby's voice came next:

Toby: "Jack it off."

Lorelei: "I'll have to use both hands."

Toby: "Whatever you need to get the job done."

I started hearing the friction of skin on skin. My heart was 
sinking like lead.

Toby: "Yeah, woman. Work that butter churn."

Lorelei (breath quivering): "Oh baby! Does it ever stop growing? 
This is unbelievable."

Toby: "Believe it. bitch."

The skin-friction stopped. Land mine! I had warned Toby of it. 
Lorelei's three verboten words are: 'babe', 'bitch' and 'cunt.' 
Lorelei once threw an ink blotter at a real estate agent who 
called her 'babe'. This was it! Toby was about to get the axe. 

Lorelei:  "What did you just call me?"

Toby: "You heard me, bitch. You don't like it, walk away."

I gleefully waited for the tantrum. It never came. Instead. the 
skin friction started again! No! This can't be happening. She was 
obeying him! But what I heard next stunned me beyond belief. 

Lorelei: "Can I blow you?"

I'd never wished for deafness before, but I would have given 
anything to have my ears damned instead of hearing Lorelei's silky 
voice ask that question. Here comes the insult to injury.

Toby: "Magic word?"

Lorelei: "Please."

Thank you very much. Not another word. Then I watched Lorelei's 
knees dropped to the ground, situating themselves between Toby's 
feet. Her thighs began to move slightly, rhythmically.  She was 
sucking him off. I started hearing the noises. The gagging, the 
choking, the labored nostril-breaths and yes. the whimpering. My 
wife was falling in love with Toby's cock. And Toby knew it. 

Toby: "Suck harder. Mmm. Uh-huh. Harder still. You're getting 
there. That's good. Now give it some throat. Deeper throat. Mo' 
deeper, pussy mouth, let's see what you can handle. Mmm. Yeah. 
Choke yourself on it, cunt."

Cunt. Well I guess the three verboten word rule went south. I 
heard Toby laugh in amusement.

"Damn, girl, you sucking like a real pro now! The other vegans 
know how much meat you can stuff into that tiny white mouth of 
yours?"

Lorelei tried not to laugh while she was blowing him. This Toby is 
one charming fucker.

Toby: "Shit, you almost got half of it in there! You used to a big 
cock or what?"

Lorelei (briefly coming up for air): "This is to my husband's dick 
what Texas is to Rhode Island."

Lorelei's obscene suckling started noises again. I was frozen in 
shock. 

Toby: "I love the way you look at me with those pretty blue eyes 
while you suck the shit out of that black monster."

I'd have taken decades of corporal punishment over this. Holy 
shit! I felt actual tears streaming down my face. I was starting 
to cry. Eighteen years of wedded bliss, over in less than a half-
hour. This teenager had swung a mighty wrecking ball into my 
marriage, my love, my life, obliterating everything beyond 
recognition. Lorelei, my soul mate, the woman I loved and 
cherished over every other, was succumbing to this young man's 
massive tool like a common tramp and there wasn't a damn thing I 
could-

Lorelei (suddenly): "Shh! What was that?"

Toby: "What?"

Lorelei: "I thought I heard someone crying."

I froze.

Toby: "Probably just a wood chuck squealing or something."

Lorelei: "Woodchucks don't squeal."

Toby: "Yes they do. Now get back to work, you fucking hosebag."

I guess Lorelei was about to say something else but it was 
mercilessly squelched by the sound of that gigantic shlong sliding 
down her throat again. I couldn't believe my ears. Between the 
choking and the gagging, she was actually humming now. Lorelei had 
officially Toby's cock-slave.

Toby: "Man, I am gonna cum right down your throat."

Lorelei (mouth very full): "Mmhmm!"

Toby: "And you are not gonna waste a drop."

Lorelei (mouth very full): "Mm-mm!"

Toby: "Clean up like a good girl and I just might fuck your little 
white ass."

Lorelei: "Mmmm."

Toby: "Okay, baby. Hope you brought your appetite. cause I'm gonna 
give you breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert all in one bite. get 
ready."

I once came inside Lorelei's mouth a long time ago. She didn't 
swallow but the thought of having semen in her mouth prompted her 
to barf on my lap. She ordered me never to do that again. I guess 
that edict was out too. Because she was making no protests at the 
suggestion of chugalugging Toby's black jizz. I was filled with a 
vile urge to take a gun to both of them. Or a knife. Or the entire 
pot of hot water that was simmering on the fire. I had to do 
something.

Stealthily, I crabbed backwards and came out the other side of the 
van. quietly stood up and caught sight of them through the far 
door. There was Toby's sinewy back, blocking most of my view of 
Lorelei. He had one hand behind him; the other on Lorelei's 
frizzed blonde head, long fingers palming it. He was forcing her 
up and down on him, commanding her every move with his wrist. His 
body slowly tightened then he arched himself just enough for me to 
see what I believe they call in the dirty movies "the hardcore." 
And my jaw dropped


Chapter Six
Superior Cock

. but not nearly as wide as my wife's was at the moment! Both her 
hands clasped the stem of what looked like the thick branch of a 
Sequoia. Toby's veins were bulging, his shaft glistening from my 
wife's saliva. Okay I'll say it. Toby's prick was awe-inspiring. I 
watched Lorelei trying desperately to accommodate this master 
loin, cheeks puffing, tongue swirling, lips firmly locked around 
its perimeter. As if he knew I was watching, Toby pulled her head 
all the way up, so I could see his powerful, thirteen-inch pussy 
pleaser, bulbous head and all. In that second, all I knew, all I 
thought I understood was crushed. And from the ashes came a 
sensation that was completely new to me. Utter and complete 
humiliation. I'd had some embarrassing things happen to me but 
they were things from which I was able to move on. The sight of 
that erection was so profoundly mortifying, I knew right then and 
there that I would be forever changed. I could only imagine what 
was going through Lorelei's head. besides of course 13 inches of 
what truly was superior cock.

Yes. Toby came. And time stood still. And once Toby finished 
coming I'd be praying to go back to the "good old minutes" when I 
was only humiliated.

It went a little something like this: that humungus purple dome-
head expanded slightly and shot out a thick stream of creamy white 
jism, blasting it right into Lorelei's hungry mouth. Toby then 
pushed her head back down on his meat, getting it as far into her 
maw as he could.

Then I saw her gulp. And my knees weakened. This couldn't be 
happening! Filled to capacity, Lorelei's tiny mouth started 
running over. And over. And over. Dribbles and drools of Toby's 
hot protein supply spilled down that cock shaft, finally running 
over her fingers. Lorelei was desperately trying to keep up, 
gulping down as much as she could. This was after all, the fruit 
of her labor.

But it was no use. Toby seemed to have blown the equivalent of a 
twelve-ounce can of beer into her mouth over the course of about 
ten seconds. Her mouth, his cock, her hands. All were covered with 
his warm rich seed. 

Toby lay back for the moment. He may have been done. But she 
wasn't. She began cleaning his cock off. "That's a good girl," 
Toby said. By the time she was finished with it, it had softened 
up a bit, flopping this way and that as she licked it dry. She 
looked up at him showing him how she was licking every bit of it 
off her fingers and hands, as if seeking his approval.

But Toby folded his arms. "You're gonna have to beg for it, you 
dirty white cunt"

Then she said it. I couldn't believe I was hearing my once 
honorable spouse say these words to this kid she met only two days 
before. "Please fuck my ass with your big black dick."

Toby nodded skeptically. "Get in the van, take off your clothes 
and get down on all fours, ass up high. I'm gonna bust you open 
like a fucking pi¤ata."

As Lorelei crept onto the van's floor I could see Toby's amazing 
shlong begin to harden again. Okay, I had blatantly underestimated 
this teenage superstud. His cock was without a doubt a dominant 
force to be reckoned with. And the way he used it. the ability he 
had to please and control a woman the way no other man could . all 
this was too much to get my mind around. Right now, my mind was 
like Lorelei's virgin ass. It couldn't handle what was about to be 
pushed into it. It'd just have to be streeeetched. Speaking of 
which, Lorelei was now on all fours, smooth pale ass skyward. She 
was anxious to be violated.

I turned away and slid down the side of the van. Out of sight now 
I started to weep quietly, head in my hands. I don't how much time 
passed but it was dark now. The crickets were chirping very loudly 
now. And Lorelei hadn't even noticed I wasn't back from my 
ceremonial campground constitutional yet.

But her cries of pleasure and pain began to emerge from above me. 
I didn't want to see anymore. I just wanted to run away. But I 
knew I had to stand and fight. somehow. I mean, David beat 
Goliath, right? I rose again and peered through that glass.


Chapter Seven
An eye for an eye

Things were getting way out of control. My wife was enjoying this 
way too much. I mean, true, Toby had a thick, black, thirteen inch 
cock. True, she had just swallowed gob after gob of this seventeen 
year old's love goop, something she'd never done for me or anyone, 
ever. But Jesus! This was ridiculous.

It makes me laugh now. Here I was at a mundane campsite somewhere 
in the mid-west, peeping on my wife about to have anal sex with a 
black kid on the floor of our own van! 

At that moment mind was reeling at the sight.  Lorelei was on all 
fours, completely naked, save for the little ankle bracelet. The 
one got from the Navajo reservation we visited back in '92. Her 
brown eye was peeping up at Toby's hovering shlong, which stared 
back menacingly with a brown eye of it's own. 

I wanted to barge in on them. I wanted to rush into the van and 
put a stop to this. Before that seventeen year old wonder stud 
made mincemeat of my beautiful wife's asshole with his king-sized 
dong, turning her into his cockslave. I should have. Instead I 
just stood there frozen, peering in at this obscene display from 
outside the van. I had so far gone unnoticed. I think for a second 
maybe my wife caught a glimpse of me. But that second ended mighty 
quick. She was either so absorbed with taking that black jack 
hammer up her ass that she didn't notice me. Or else she DID 
notice me and couldn't be botherered. You pick the scenario!

"Please," she begged, wriggling her backside up at him, "Fuck me 
in the ass." The tramp! He teased her for a moment, slapping her 
wiggling white rump with his unbelievable piece. then finally 
pressed the "eye" of that enormous black monster right up against, 
the "eye" of her willing white butt. He was gentle at first and 
Lorelei buckled at the sensation, sinking to her elbows, waiting 
for more. 

But after Hitchcock, Toby was the master of suspense. He played 
with Lorelei's butt with the gigantic head of his penis, making 
her wish it was inside her. NOW! 

"Please Toby," she begged again, softly, voice quivering, "Fuck me 
with it."

"You want this?" he barked, rubbing the head of his magnificent 
cock around her butthole. "In your ass?" he added, as if he needed 
to clarify.

"I need it in my ass!" she cried.

But Toby was reserved. He stopped and took a breath. Reading her 
face I could tell he was making her crazy! "Hmm," Toby said 
pensively, "I don't know if you can handle it."

"I CAN HANDLE IT!" she yelled. This was my wife? The woman who had 
loved and supported me for eighteen years? The woman who had borne 
and raised my children? Pleading on bended knee to get her ass 
fucked by this stranger?

"Okay, you pathetic little slut," said Toby, managing to steal 
word for word the very phrase I had already formulated. Toby then 
lined up his cock. and finally. thrust his hips, sinking his cock 
in through Lorelei's out door.

"Ahhhh!!!" Lorelei managed, ass being filled more and more by the 
second.

Lorelei had never been buttfucked by anyone, anytime, anywhere. 
She'd once told me- right after I had made my sole request to 
sodomize her (the subject never came up again)- that the thought 
of anal sex sickened her. Butts were exit points, utilized 
exclusively for things coming out, not going in. Besides, she 
thought the act to be demeaning and demoralizing. Especially for a 
woman. But here she gave a nice throaty  "YES!" when the final 
inch of this black teen's weapon disappeared between her receptive 
cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Toby sneered at her, "I'll tell you 
when to speak." With that, he hauled back with one hand and gave 
her ass a spank for the ages. Lorelei tensed in pain. or was it 
pleasure? "You got that, cunt?" Toby continued. Lorelei nodded 
weakly, ass shaking violently, impaled on this humungus pole of 
black fuckmeat. Toby raised a hand and swung it down again, 
spanking Lorelei ten times harder. This time she jerked her head 
upward and shrieked "OH! YES! I got it! I got it!" then she looked 
down, ashamed and aroused at once. Her big breasts quivered like 
jello the whole time. In a strange way that turned me on. In a 
completely normal way, what was to follow did not turn me on at 
all. 

Toby began grinding his dick in and out of her sphincter 
repeatedly, tirelessly, eliciting responses from my wife I had 
never heard before. SHE LOVED THIS. The way he was talking to her. 
The way he was abusing her. The way he was battering her anus with 
his thirteen incher.

She was babbling. At one point she said: "I. I can feel you, all 
of you, inside me."

"That's nice to know," Toby answered snidely, slamming his 
fantastic organ deep into her again and again, "I'll be sure to 
put in my fuckin' report." 

Toby's groin spanked against my wife's white cheeks over and over. 
Her huge, round breasts flopped back and forth like the udder of a 
cow doing windsprints. And I was watching the whole thing. I mean, 
I wasn't moving. Mosquitos were biting me, even. I couldn't have 
cared less. I was watching my wife getting an assfull of black 
pipe and enjoying it in a way she'd never enjoyed anything before.


Chapter Eight
The Iceman Cometh

Toby's movements became quicker, his breathing deeper. He was 
about to blow his load. For the second time tonight.

"UNNGGGHHH!!!!" Toby cried, black, sinewy body tensing in ecstacy. 
His bottom clenched and I knew he was pumping black sperm into her 
tiny asshole. Lorelei cried out, loving every inch of it too.

When I had argued with Lorelei about anal sex, right after that 
sole request I had made, one of my points was this: if it feels 
good to have something come out of you through that portal, 
imagine how good feels to have something go in! I remember her 
eyes narrowing as she said "It feels good because something is 
coming out. When something's going in, the anus rejects it. 
causing it's owner to feel DISpleasure." I demanded her to prove 
it and she shut me up by saying: "You're such a believer in the 
pleasure of anal sex why don't you let me take my dildo to your 
ass?" I didn't get any sex that night and the subject of sodomy 
never arose again. But watching Lorelei cry out in pleasure at 
this big black dick doing her ass, I was confident I had now done 
enough "observational" research to reach this hypothesis: It 
DEFINITELY feels just as good- maybe better- when something is 
going INTO your ass as well.

Having shot his spunk, Toby relaxed, as did Lorelei, who was no 
longer my wife in the grammatical sense of the word.

Have I told you how faithful she'd been up until this young 
stallion came into our lives (not to mention two of my wife's 
orifices)? Until mere moments ago, Lorelei had been a graceful, 
gentle female, an innocent doe, frolicking in a forest that'd been 
happy to have her frolic within it. Now- with this insanely huge 
black penis inside her- she had become something less, far less. I 
mean, she was below a slug on the evolutionary chain. She was 
turning into a. I had to find the right words. A "white trash 
cumslut," yeah that's it. And I, her own husband, was watching her 
disgusting descent live and in living color. I honestly could have 
thrown up right then and there. Only I didn't have the stomach to 
look away. 

Toby pulled his masterful organ out of my wife- who cried out at 
the loss. I dry-heaved when I noticed her now-gaping asshole 
leaking an abundance of brownish-tinted sperm. Toby grabbed her 
shoulder and forced her onto her back. 

I could tell she was exhausted. She just looked up at him, sweaty, 
panting and cross-eyed at the sight of that magnificent cock. 

"I'm gonna fuck you now where a woman is supposed to be fucked," 
he said to her calmly.

She gulped, unable to speak. I finally looked down at her soft 
pussy. Never. in my entire life. have I seen a woman's vagina so 
wet and wide open. Evidently Toby had or he would have reacted to 
the sight with a little more surprise.

"You ready. bitch?" Toby said, one side of his mouth curling up in 
a semi-grin, stroking his mind-blowing sex organ back to full 
erection.

"I'm ready," Lorelei said in a little voice. Her eyes were like 
saucers now, drinking in the sight of Toby's enormous twat-filler.

Toby lowered the 13" piece till it was finally even with Lorelei's 
invitingly wet pussy. She braced herself. He paused for a second. 
Then reared back. And charged into her.


Chapter Nine
end of the line

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" Lorelei cried, muscles tightening as the big  
black dick invaded her womanhood, "IT'S TOO BIIIIIG!":

"Shhh," Toby whispered nonchalantly, "You'll just stretch out a 
little that's all."

"STRETCH A LITTLE?" my once faithful wife yelled back, "YOU'RE 
RIPPING ME IN TWO!!!!"

Toby put a hand over her mouth and I watched as his buttcheeks 
pumped. It was unreal. It looked as if he would eventually turn 
her inside out with that thing, the way he was pushing into her. 
Unable to speak, Lorelei's eyes and nostrils flared in amazement. 
She was taking it all into her heretofore under-used, under-
appreciated little white cunt, which was only now getting what it 
deserved.

Her body began to buck violently as she came again, this time 
vaginally. According to gynecologists, a true vaginal orgasm is 
the end-all and be-all. The most pleasurable feeling a woman will 
ever have experience in her entire life.

Lorelei stared up in disbelief at Toby. He took his hand off her 
mouth and it opened wide as she began to howl, like a wolf in 
heat. To my dismay, this went on for a bit. Anyone could see what 
was happening here, besides two people having sex. Toby was 
training her. By the time he was finished with her she wouldn't 
even be a human being anymore. Just another of Toby's cross 
country fuck-dolls. Some slut he could brag about somewhere down 
the road. And someone he'd be able to drop in on at a moment's 
notice someday and conjugate with.

Toby raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled, "Your pussy's 
gonna make me come," he uttered to my wife.

She reached out and squeezed his shiny ass cheeks, fingers digging 
in deep, feeling herself come again as well. She wrapped her legs 
around Toby's waist and locked them at the ankles. "Ooo yeah, come 
baby, come. COOMME BAYYBEE COOOOOOME!!!" she screamed at the top 
of her lungs.

The van was now rocking like a dinghy in a hurricane. Then I 
noticed, out the corner of my eye, an elderly couple passing by. 
The smiled at me neighborly and started to wave. Then stopped when 
they noticed this van I was peeping into was rocking in a very 
specific way. The woman looked away from me and the man grabbed 
her arm and picked up his pace. Far as they were concerned I was 
some kind of pervert! Once the old people were gone, I took a 
quick look around at the rest of the campsite, which, thankfully, 
remained dark. There were no more hikers. And Lorelei hadn't 
awoken anyone else with her shrieks of pleasure. At least not yet.

At the peak of this heavy rutting, Toby moaned again. He was 
ejaculating for the third time in one hour. I was as astounded as 
I was jealous. He came for what seemed like an eternity and after 
that slowed down and stopped, breathing heavily. Lorelei's arms 
stroked his rippling back, her legs rubbing his powerful hips. her 
blue eyes were staring up at him, child-like.

"Thank you, God," she finally said.

That was it! I had to do something fast.

I ran around the van, toward the sliding side door. I pulled at 
the handle and slid it open upon Mr. Black Stud and his newly 
found cavewoman.

Lorelei looked at me suddenly, quite shocked. As if she'd 
forgotten she was married to someone and here he was. Toby 
remained perfectly calm.

"Man your wife was tight, Prof," he said before I could say 
anything. He pulled his oversized penis out of her swollen cunt. 
Another river of sperm gushed from between her lips, spilling onto 
the van's floor. "Was," Toby emphasized, marking my observation.

What else was there to do? Anything I said to Toby wouldn't work 
so by process of elimination. I gave my wife one of my patented 
looks of "fatherly disappointment"- the kind Freud talked about- 
and shook my head. It almost worked on her.

"Honey, I." she started, then Toby put a finger to her lips.

The black bastard then looked at me and this is what he said: "I'm 
gonna enjoy fucking your wife all the way to LA. And you're gonna 
enjoy the show from the rearview mirror, cause you're driving. 
Starting right now. See I gotta get to LA by the end of the week. 
I've been patient up till now, but no more of this scenic route 
shit."

Wait a minute what was going on? I hadn't even expressed my anger 
verbally yet! It didn't matter to Toby.

"And at the next town, we're gonna pick up some real clothes for 
your wife," he grinned, "Something a little sexier than that 
fucking tie-dye tent she's been wearing. Your wife has a great 
body and she needs to show it off. Halter to show off her big 
tits, short denim skirt for that ass she's working. No hose for 
those legs though. They look good enough as is. But this girl's 
got to get her some heels, those Jesus sandals just ain't cutting 
it, you know? And as much as I like this kinky blonde hair, she's 
gotta get it done so it stays out of her face. I wanna see her 
when she's sucking my cock. I don't wanna be looking at some bail 
of hay, This ain't Hee-Haw, right?"

I actually formulated an answer to that question! But Toby wasn't 
exactly in "listening" mode.

"Now get in and drive this van back onto the highway," he 
commanded, "I'll be back here driving your whore wife."

My heart was pounding. After all, I was upset. "Listen here you."

But I never got the chance to finish. Lorelei never gave it to me. 
She said, "Just do what he says." She was eyeing me with contempt. 
Lorelei then punctuated the sentence with a word I'd never heard 
come from her before, ". bitch."  She smiled widely then looked up 
at Toby, grabbing onto his dangling cock.

"Listen to the woman, prof," Toby nodded. "Clean up all this 
camping shit and drive us on outta here." With that, Toby turned 
back to my wife, leaned down and kissed her deeply. After a moment 
he looked up at me, angry this time. "Do you want me beat you? 
Cause I can and I will, believe that."

I believed it. Toby was a lot younger and from the looks of that 
muscular body, a great stronger than me. I humbly left the two of 
them and cleaned up our camp ground in the dark. This wasn't 
happening, I thought. It couldn't have been. It was a ridiculous 
concept, from stem to stern. My wife was giving up nearly two 
decades of marriage for that. that. PRICK? I replayed all the 
night's events in my head. Had he drugged her? Had he hypnotized 
her? Questions, questions, questions. and no answers. Except for 
one very obvious answer, which I was not even ready to consider.

I would in time, though. I closed up the van and walked around to 
the driver door. I grabbed the handle, noting that the van was 
already rocking a little. I opened it and climbed in. I looked in 
the rearview and saw my wife's legs sticking up, toes curled. She 
was whimpering again. I set my eyes forward again, stuck the key 
in the ignition, turned it and started the engine. I wanted to 
ignore the fact that my wife was being fucked to holy hell by this 
black stud. I could turn up the radio I thought. I could use the 
sideview mirrors instead of the rearview. But those things 
wouldn't do me any good. Because the entire van was rocking from 
the power of his dick-thrusts. I could feel him slamming into 
Lorelei from the driver's seat. Oh well. I gripped the wheel and 
pressed the accelerator. We were on our way out of the campground 
and heading to LA. If I kept driving without sleep- which was 
probably what Toby wanted- we would get there in two days. Two 
days, I thought. Forty-eight hours. Two thousand eight hundred and 
eighty minutes, then it would all be over. 

Little did I know I was in for the longest two thousand two 
hundred and eighty minutes of my life...

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