The Riding Wife

1. Mrs. Gynn was riding Axyl. Her tits flailed with each bounce on the Young, and her ass came down with a hard smack when she ground down on him. Her red hair was flying around, and her body was bathed in sweat.

"Fucking young cock," she screamed. "God damned biggest dick ever," she muttered, and continued to ride him ferociously.

Earlier, Mrs. Gynn took off her top garment. She instructed Axyl on the protocols. Then she removed her robe. The sight of her body, half mother, half whore, would cause every young's cock to spring from its wrapper. If all went to plan she would free the cock. She would mount it. Her efforts would not take long. I watched through the screen in my circular observation room. It was my job to keep the books for Area Control. But this Ride would soon go wrong.

Axyl was slim, without an ounce of fat. He was pimply with long unattractive hair kept in a ponytail. Like many youngs, he was slim of body with the exception of a massive cock and gigantic balls. Mrs. Gynn was mature and curvaceous with a rounded ass and plump tits. Mrs. Gynn laid Axyl down and instructed him on the Service.

"This is pretty simply Axyl," she explained to him, gazing at the massive bulge in his pants. "I'm going to drop my robes, pull loose your member, climb on top of you, and stick your cock into my pussy. I will ride up and down on your cock. Come as fast as you want to. Riding Wives volunteer to usher youngs to the joy and the release of coitus. We are ready for anything." She paused and looked him in the face. "Do you understand?"

"I do," he answered. "But what if I take longer than usual? What then?" She chuckled.

"Let's just see how you do, honey," she said, and patted his chest patronizingly. She dropped her robe. She leaned forward, brushing her pendulous breasts on his meek chest, and removed his lower garment, which fell away in two pieces. She looked, gasped, and stepped back.

"Axyl," she stuttered. "It's huge. The biggest one I've seen. And you're not even hard."

"Yeah," he answered slyly. "I have to really work hard to get my dick hard. But once I do, I never get soft." He seemed to shrug. Was Mrs. Gynn even listening? There was a far away look in her eyes. She lowered her head toward his groin, and picked up his heavy limp cock with her hand. Even soft, she could barely fit it in her palm. She was mesmerized by it - and as if sleepwalking, took it into her mouth.

Axyl began to jerk his quickly hardening cock into her mouth. He grasped her head, and as his cock grew, began to face fuck her with the earnestness of a far older man. He began to develop a rhythm, and he pulled down Mrs. Gynn's head until she was flush with his public bone, and then released her, only to pull back once she caught a breath.

"Damn it," he hissed. "You fucking whore! Take the whole cock!" He began to grind into her. She was choking. Saliva was spilling from her mouth onto her massive tits. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Mrs. Gynn was panting. He lifted her up. He was strong for a scrawny boy, and pulled her to her feet.

"Lay down, slut," he snarled. "Get those legs open and those big tits pointed up. I want to smack them while I fuck the shit out of you." Mrs. Gynn obeyed, and lay down, and pulled her large tits together to form a solid sheet of big and bouncy flesh for him. He mounted her, and slid his cock far up her slit. Mrs. Gynn let out a large moan.

"You can't do this," she huffed as he began to pound her pussy. "I have to ride you. I'm a Riding Wife!"

"You're whore, and whores should be on their backs - bare assed and spreading" He screamed and then lay down fully on Mrs. Gynn. His ass was a blur between her legs, and he was moaning and groaning. Mrs. Gynn was shrieking, her legs were high in the air, flying about; he pressed his face against her tits, and began to lick, sick, and bite her nipples. He squeezed her tits hard, and reared up and began to smack them.

"Oh my God," she screamed. "You're going to get me in trouble. I have to ride you. You can't ride me!" This made Axyl laugh. He pulled out of Mrs. Gynn. His cock was wet from her juices. He moved up to her tits. He was inches from her face.

"I'm going to fuck your tits, bitch," he ordered. "Push them together to make a cunt. And when the cock head sticks out - stick it in your mouth. If you do a good job, you can ride me next, and make me come. This way, the Auditor will only be slightly pissed!" And he looked over at the portal. This kid knew exactly what he was doing.

Mrs. Gynn obeyed. He mounted her upper body, and she sandwiched his cock between his massive wet tits, and commenced to saw between them. He began to lunge forward, and when the head of his cock moved toward her upturned face, she was there to greet it. She popped the angry purple head in and out of her mouth. Ayxl was moaning without control.

"Don't come on my tits," she pleaded. "Let me ride you!" He was about to come, and Mrs. Gynn finally found her strength. She pushed the Axyl off her. She mounted him quickly. His fat cock shot up her cunt - which was sopping wet.

"Fucking young cock," she whimpered. "God damned biggest dick ever," she muttered, and continued to ride him ferociously. Ayxl could no longer control himself - he grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her toward him and his orgasm was tremendous.

"Coming," he screamed. "Coming deep in your pussy!" He thrust up into her, and she only stayed on him by grinding down. They were both moaning and cursing. It seemed Mrs. Gynn would orgasm, despite breach of procedures. Just as he finished squirting into her cunt, she began to slap her clit with vigor, and had a massive rolling orgasm.

"Fucking cock," she hissed. "Hard young cock!" and when she had her final flash of pleasure, she fell beside Axyl. They lay side by side, and then Axyl gathered his clothes and left. I sealed Mrs. Gynn's chamber. Her husband would not be reclaiming her. The job would fall to me.

2. I had three other Riding Wives in adjacent chambers. Their encounters with the Youngs were uneventful. Just typically rigorous ridings and quick male organisms.

Mrs. Pipps' husband was eager to reclaim her. She was waiting for him on the bed. Her cunt was red and dripping with come. Her legs were wide open. Mr. Pipps entered, dropped his pants, and mounted his wife. He did not last long.

"Fucking you," he hissed as he pumped her. "Taking back your cunt," and he came long and hard.

Mrs. Gyers' husband took his time during the preliminaries. He removed his clothes. He spoke to her.

"What am I doing, whore?" he asked her.

"Reclaiming me," she answered meekly.

"Why, whore?" he asked sternly, stepping up to her. He was stroking his cock like mad.

"I have the come of ten young men in my snatch," she told him. "And my cunt is yours to reclaim."

He screamed, and mounted his wife. He was much heavier than her, and she seemed to have difficulty with his weight. He was very rough and fast.

"Whore," he spat, and he pushed into her heavily. If his weight was not holding her down, he would have pushed her off the bed. Thankfully, he did not last long. "Take the come bitch, take every last drop."

Mr. Giddy mounted his wife quickly, and came just as quickly. When he was finished, Mrs. Giddy laughed. I could now understand why she was a Riding Wife.

I had sent a messenger to Mr. Gynn. He would not be reclaiming his wife today. I removed my Auditing Jumpsuit and donned the robe of the Reclaiming Auditor. This is my right, my duty, and often, my distinct pleasure.

3. Some Riding Wives did not wish to be reclaimed by the Auditor. They considered it a disgrace. Others seem to pay it no particular mind - it was simply another male with another cock who would come inside them on the day they volunteered to be a Riding Wife. I pay no mind to any of this. The Auditor, the Husband, the Riding Wife, the Young: we all have our roles from time immemorial.

When I entered the Chamber Mrs. Gynn was waiting for me. She had fixed her hair, and arranged the pillows and blankets on the bed. In person she looked smaller than on the screens. More compact, far more nimble. She had sharper facial features that transferred poorly to the monitor. Her hair was a darker red. She lay on the bed in a posture that was not suggestive of sex, but was neither demure. She was sitting up on her elbows. Her heavy breasts were appealing. Her legs were slightly open: her cunt was glistening with semen. I took a step toward her. My testicles were heavy with seed. It had been a long time since I reclaimed a Riding Wife. She fixed her eyes on me.

"You are here to reclaim me, Auditor?" she asked.

"It is my duty to reclaim you," I answered. She nodded. She lay down, and I removed my robe. My cock felt ten feet long. I moved alongside the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her body was covered with sweat that glistened in the light. I felt as if I could mount her and spend after a few moments. No doubt she had been Audited before. She expected that, opening her legs wide for me to enter. But I wanted more lasting satisfaction from this Riding Wife.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and turned her head toward me. She opened her eyes in surprise, and I reached down and thrust my tongue in her mouth. She closed her eyes quickly, and her tongue met mine. We kissed for a long time, our tongues dancing around each other. I thought of Axyl forcing his cock inside her mouth, and I felt I might go insane with lust.

Without breaking our kiss, I dropped my robe and lay beside her. My hands were all over her beautiful, round warm body. I squeezed her tits, I pinched her nipples. My hands went down to her ass. I squeezed both cheeks, and then smacked them. Mrs. Gynn began to moan in my mouth. I reached under her ass, and dug my fingers in her slit. I found her moist fuck hole, and ran my fingers in and out. She broke our kiss to moan. The seed of the youngs flooded out of her. My penis appeared to grow twice its length. She reached down to feel it. She gasped again. She looked down.

"It's bigger than Axyl's," she gasped. "And that was the biggest I ever had." I pressed myself against her. She tried to rotate me on top of her, and get my cock in her cunt. I shook her loose.

"First you'll suck it till it shines," I ordered. "Suck it like you did that boy's cock!" She obeyed. She moved down my body, and took my meat in her hand. She examined it, and then stabbed her tongue at the tip in my piss-hole. She then licked the whole head, and I moaned. She enveloped the upper part of my cock, and the warmth of her mouth nearly made me come. It did not go in deeply enough for me. I pushed her away.

"Lay down," I ordered, "head leaning over the bed. I want to fuck your mouth like a pussy, and maul your tits." She immediately complied. She opened her mouth and I slid in my cock. She moaned. She was spread out like a gorgeous slut beneath me, legs open, tits pointing upward. I started to lose control.

"I bet Mr. Gynns doesn't reclaim you like this, whore," I hissed. I thrust forward without regard to her comfort. I leaned over her, and with both hands, fondled her tits, one after the other. I began to kiss them, suck them, and bite them. She was struggling beneath me. I began to smack her tits, hard. I could feel her scream against my cock.

"Slut," I screamed. "Take the load. Swallow it all," and I squirted into her mouth and throat. She was writhing beneath me, trying to spit me out of her mouth. But it was too late: I was doing just what I said, and fucking her mouth like a pussy.

When I pulled out, she was gasping for air. I held her head. I nodded. Her eyes were wide with fear and lust. I was not done with her.

"You're not reclaimed until you take my load in your cunt," I scolded her. I was still rock hard. It had been too long since I reclaimed a Riding Wife. I jumped on the bed, pulled her head down from the edge, and pushed her legs roughly apart. I mounted her, and with a hard thrust, was inside her pussy.

"Damn that's a tight cunt," I hissed into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard, and you'll take every drop of my seed." I began to grind into her, slowly, methodically. We held each other close. I pressed my lips to her damp neck, and kissed and sucked. She was moaning piteously. I picked up the pace. She moaned more, and then cried out: "Fuck! Giant cock. Cock deep in my pussy!"

"You like it, don't you, whore?" I spat at her. "Keep fucking up your riding and I'll have to claim your pussy again and again."

"Yes, goddamn you, fuck me deeper," and she raised her legs up and pulled them apart. She was giving me free access. "Come you bastard. Come in this filled up cunt. Reclaim me!"

And that was it: I moaned long and hard, and ground my cock very far up her cunt. The seed extruded through my balls, which were tight against her body, sandwiched between her ass and my pubic bone, and gushed up my cock to her cunt..

"Take it, take all the come whore," I pleaded, raising myself up. As I came, I looked down at her open body. It was all mine. I was claiming it. I was laying my seed inside her. She had no choice but to take it. I felt one hundred feet tall. With my final squirt, I lay down on top of her. We were both breathing hard. I then lay beside her. Our bodies were wet. She reached down and grasped my balls, and gave them a hard tug.

"You are one hell of a piece of ass, Mrs. Gynn!" I was able to say through heavy breaths.

"If that is how all auditors reclaim me, I would force one of those kids to mount me in a minute!" She leaned over and smiled, and kissed my lips lightly.

4. A month later I was running late, and entered the Auditing Chamber without looking at the roster. I turned on the monitors. Sundry wives were mounting sundry youngs. But on the last monitor, a young had mounted a wife. So early in the day! Her legs were high in the air. The young's slender ass was a blur. How did this happen so quickly? I could hear their screams on the audio. I looked at the roster: it was Mrs Gynn. I realized after nine more cocks, I would be forced to reclaim her.