Story originally by Thickwil. I found this long ago and thought I'd share. It’s about how a rapper group convert a variety of women to the BNWO on live television!
The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites out and then refocus on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car’s engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white ******. A dorky white *** is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white ********. The ******** is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl’s earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling off to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn’t look happy either.
The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The ******** sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.
The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned about his injury. Suddenly, the ********’s hand taps mom’s shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees “THE WRECKER” on its screen. She looks at the ********, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The ******** tilts her head and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the ********. The ******** shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.
Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The ****** now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the ******** is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the ****** and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up’s cab door, labeled “WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the ********’s earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose-fitting jeans and a tight tee. The ******** watches him walk toward the ****** car and smiles. The ******** slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.
The mechanic glances over at the ********, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car’s hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looked over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her bikini top and ample cleavage. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she’s revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she chose to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the ********, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl’s tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and ********’s attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The ******** giggles. *** is woefully oblivious to all of this.
The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video was poor, but the lyrics could still be made out:
“When he can’t get yo’ motor runnin’
Cause his ride is old and busted,
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic looks over at the mother and ******** again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom’s big blue eyes widened, and ********, licked her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic’s pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.
The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but the hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and ******** who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whips it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and ******** who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and ********, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic’s cock. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt’s noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue:
“When yo’ engine’s overheated
‘cause you been mistreated
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic bends down, wrapping his leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the ****** to join him in the truck’s cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the ******, helping the ******** up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push-up into the seat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver’s seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old ******** is eyeing the mechanic’s lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the ********. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it’s too late. The ******** hops into the mechanic’s lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic’s broad black face. The ******** turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic’s bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue:
“If he ain’t got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don’t be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE WRECKER!”
The husband and father looked ill as he watches his teenage ******** squirm in the black mechanic’s lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the ********’s head so that he can drive. The ******** continues to squirm in the mechanic’s lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird’s eye view of the teenage ********’s ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck’s side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver’s arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the ******’s car, quickly making it evident that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his ********, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud’s lap. Clearly, he is worried about what might happen if his ******** is left alone in the truck’s cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his ********, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiles at him as if to tell him that she won’t let anything untoward happen to their ********. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck’s bench seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their ******** to get out of the mechanic’s lap.
“So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you real good.”
As the husband gets into the ****** car’s driver’s seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their ******** to move to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away and sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and ******** in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband’s face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his ******** is still sitting in the mechanic’s lap! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a rough ride in the towed ****** car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab’s bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at her husband, then back at the mechanic and her ********. The husband can see that his wife’s face shows distress and fear. He begins hitting his car’s horn, trying to get the truck driver’s attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his ********’s arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver’s lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she’s saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his ******** is not only out of the mechanic’s lap but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck’s cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his ******** is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the ******** is trying to get back into the mechanic’s lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck’s rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their ******** grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck’s rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his ********, and a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic’s lap... no... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their ******** continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holding her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their ******** is saying something to her... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words “I’m sorry” just before their ******** pushes her head down, below the rear window.
“Just tell me that you want it and I’ll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can make your motor purr again!”
The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his ******** looking at him from the truck’s rear window. He mouths the words “WHAT IS GOING ON?” The ******** laughs and waves at her father. She then holds her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘something’ is big. Then she pointed down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘blowjob gesture’! The husband doesn’t quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife’s head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their ******** shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the ******** does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties! The father watches, mouth agape, as his ******** climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his ********’s pink bikini top fluttering out the truck’s window then whisked away by the hot desert wind!
“I’ll fix you up, so you can go
You need a real man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I’M A WRECKER!”
Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her... ‘No!’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity... she smiles sweetly and shrugs... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample breasts. Like her ********’s bikini top, the wife’s blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck’s hook releases the ****** car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and ********.
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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan... “Call the WRECKER!”
Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
Two high school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.
“Oh my GOD! Wasn’t that HOT?” Lauren giggled. She was a petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.
“Wow!” Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “I’d know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit!”
“Explicit?” Lauren chided. “You barely saw that girl’s butt in one quick shot, I’d hardly call it explicit! Then again, I’m not some religious prude with religious prude parents!”
“Lauren, stop it!” Becky giggled! “I am not a prude!”
“You are practically AMISH!” Lauren teased. Both the girls laughed.
Becky Davenport wasn’t Amish, though her ****** was very religious. Becky’s father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a “Born-Again” Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘inappropriate entertainment’ etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘wild child’ of the ******. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.
What Becky’s parents didn’t appreciate was that Becky’s least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky’s parents didn’t realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘hoped’ but didn’t ‘know’ that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her promise to her ****** that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn’t nearly as wild as her parents thought she was... save for one thing.
The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3’s of an ‘underground’ rap group called “Black Phallus”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for “Black Phallus” MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky’s computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD’s seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn’t mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘touched herself’ she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.
“Are you sure this is really their video?” Becky asked. “I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a porno movie?”
“Of course not!” Lauren laughed. “Don’t you recognize B-Love in the video?”
“I dunno.” Becky pouted. “He was so dirty.”
“Yeah he was!” Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.
“No!” Becky blushed and laughed. “I meant he was grimey, oily... the whole ‘mechanic’ get up.”
Lauren laughed. “Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it’s a legitimate video, I got it from their website. It’s the first one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing.”
“That doesn’t surprise me!” Becky said, “I can’t believe they’d show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean... the whole running off with a man’s wife and ********...”
“Wild huh?” Lauren retorted, then added quietly. “Doesn’t it make you wonder if the rumors are true...”
“What rumors...” Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about black men’s endowment.
“The rumors about their songs being based on actual events.” Lauren said casually. “A mom and ******** together! Can you imagine what kind of guy would pull that off! It’s so HOT!”
“Oh...” Becky said, almost disappointed that her friend wasn’t going to talk about the other rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they’d just seen. “Oh! Ew! The mother and ******** thing?”
“Yes!” Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Just imagine those guys with you and your mom Becky! She’s still pretty hot for her age!”
“GROSS!” Becky squealed.
Lauren laughed. “I’m kidding! Of course it’s all just bullshit! All these rappers are like that! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I’ve heard that this video is tame compared to the others they’ve done.”
“There are more?” Becky said, almost too eagerly, “Can you download them too?” Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than healthy. “I mean… I’d like to see them, but you know my parents’ software blocks the site.”
Lauren didn’t seem to notice Becky’s over-enthusiasm. “No, sorry, that’s the only video they have available for download. The site says they’re saving the others for that interview.”
“What interview?” Becky asked.
“WHAT INTERVIEW!!” Lauren gasped. “Becky, are you fucking kidding me? How do you not know about the interview? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN?”
“Yeah, she’s her personal assistant...so?” Becky said, her eyes widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.
“So?!” Lauren rolled her eyes. “So Black Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn’t mention it?”
“OMG, they are!?” Becky’s big green eyes widened. She was stunned. “No. Sarah… Sarah didn’t tell me!”
“Oh my God, what a bitch!” Lauren hissed playfully. “I can’t believe that she knows they’re your favorite group and didn’t mention that she’d probably be meeting them! Maybe she can get their autograph for you!”
Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrities on Becky’s wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah’s sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.
“Well…” Becky bit her lower lip. “She doesn’t really know I listen to that type of music. I doubt she’d approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad.”
“Oh my God, Becky!” Lauren whispered. “You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will meet them! You have to tell her you want their autographs! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them! Oh my God!” Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper. “That would be amazing! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too?”
“I… I don’t know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus.” Still, Becky’s mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting Black Phallus! “Wow… I just can’t believe they’re going to be on that show! It’s supposed to be like a serious news program.”
“Yeah, I know.” Lauren explained eagerly. “They’re going to go on ‘The Whole Truth’ and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can’t get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they’re anxious to go on television for a ‘live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the rest of the world what Black Phallus is all about! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it?”
“Yes.” Becky pouted.
“Too bad!” Lauren sighed. “Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there’s some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There’s supposed to be some kind of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN’s website too, but you have to pay to see it.”
Becky frowned. Her parents didn’t let her have a credit card, and certainly wouldn’t agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.
Lauren continued. “The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they’ll be uncensored too! Just think, if you thought this “Wrecker” video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like! ”
“Oh…oh my!” Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for “The Wrecker.” Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.
“Of course... that’s just the videos.” Lauren said, seeing her friend’s eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more. “You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows! I wonder if the interview will get wild.”
Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘wild’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren's story of orgies and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn’t really hearing her.
“So,” Lauren asked, “Do you want to come?”
“Wha…what?” Becky said, embarrassed.
“I said I thought you could come over to my place that night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer.” Lauren asked more explicitly. “Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes? What do you think?”
Becky smiled at her savvy friend. “I...I think I should call my sister!”
Part 1
The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites out and then refocus on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car’s engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white ******. A dorky white *** is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white ********. The ******** is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl’s earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling off to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn’t look happy either.
The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The ******** sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.
The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned about his injury. Suddenly, the ********’s hand taps mom’s shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees “THE WRECKER” on its screen. She looks at the ********, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The ******** tilts her head and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the ********. The ******** shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.
Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The ****** now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the ******** is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the ****** and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up’s cab door, labeled “WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the ********’s earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose-fitting jeans and a tight tee. The ******** watches him walk toward the ****** car and smiles. The ******** slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.
The mechanic glances over at the ********, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car’s hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looked over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her bikini top and ample cleavage. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she’s revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she chose to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the ********, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl’s tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and ********’s attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The ******** giggles. *** is woefully oblivious to all of this.
The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video was poor, but the lyrics could still be made out:
“When he can’t get yo’ motor runnin’
Cause his ride is old and busted,
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic looks over at the mother and ******** again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom’s big blue eyes widened, and ********, licked her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic’s pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.
The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but the hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and ******** who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whips it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and ******** who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and ********, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic’s cock. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt’s noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue:
“When yo’ engine’s overheated
‘cause you been mistreated
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic bends down, wrapping his leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the ****** to join him in the truck’s cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the ******, helping the ******** up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push-up into the seat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver’s seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old ******** is eyeing the mechanic’s lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the ********. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it’s too late. The ******** hops into the mechanic’s lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic’s broad black face. The ******** turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic’s bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue:
“If he ain’t got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don’t be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE WRECKER!”
The husband and father looked ill as he watches his teenage ******** squirm in the black mechanic’s lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the ********’s head so that he can drive. The ******** continues to squirm in the mechanic’s lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird’s eye view of the teenage ********’s ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck’s side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver’s arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the ******’s car, quickly making it evident that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his ********, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud’s lap. Clearly, he is worried about what might happen if his ******** is left alone in the truck’s cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his ********, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiles at him as if to tell him that she won’t let anything untoward happen to their ********. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck’s bench seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their ******** to get out of the mechanic’s lap.
“So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you real good.”
As the husband gets into the ****** car’s driver’s seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their ******** to move to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away and sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and ******** in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband’s face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his ******** is still sitting in the mechanic’s lap! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a rough ride in the towed ****** car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab’s bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at her husband, then back at the mechanic and her ********. The husband can see that his wife’s face shows distress and fear. He begins hitting his car’s horn, trying to get the truck driver’s attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his ********’s arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver’s lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she’s saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his ******** is not only out of the mechanic’s lap but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck’s cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his ******** is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the ******** is trying to get back into the mechanic’s lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck’s rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their ******** grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck’s rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his ********, and a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic’s lap... no... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their ******** continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holding her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their ******** is saying something to her... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words “I’m sorry” just before their ******** pushes her head down, below the rear window.
“Just tell me that you want it and I’ll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can make your motor purr again!”
The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his ******** looking at him from the truck’s rear window. He mouths the words “WHAT IS GOING ON?” The ******** laughs and waves at her father. She then holds her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘something’ is big. Then she pointed down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘blowjob gesture’! The husband doesn’t quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife’s head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their ******** shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the ******** does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties! The father watches, mouth agape, as his ******** climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his ********’s pink bikini top fluttering out the truck’s window then whisked away by the hot desert wind!
“I’ll fix you up, so you can go
You need a real man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I’M A WRECKER!”
Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her... ‘No!’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity... she smiles sweetly and shrugs... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample breasts. Like her ********’s bikini top, the wife’s blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck’s hook releases the ****** car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and ********.
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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan... “Call the WRECKER!”
Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
Two high school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.
“Oh my GOD! Wasn’t that HOT?” Lauren giggled. She was a petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.
“Wow!” Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “I’d know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit!”
“Explicit?” Lauren chided. “You barely saw that girl’s butt in one quick shot, I’d hardly call it explicit! Then again, I’m not some religious prude with religious prude parents!”
“Lauren, stop it!” Becky giggled! “I am not a prude!”
“You are practically AMISH!” Lauren teased. Both the girls laughed.
Becky Davenport wasn’t Amish, though her ****** was very religious. Becky’s father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a “Born-Again” Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘inappropriate entertainment’ etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘wild child’ of the ******. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.
What Becky’s parents didn’t appreciate was that Becky’s least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky’s parents didn’t realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘hoped’ but didn’t ‘know’ that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her promise to her ****** that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn’t nearly as wild as her parents thought she was... save for one thing.
The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3’s of an ‘underground’ rap group called “Black Phallus”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for “Black Phallus” MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky’s computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD’s seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn’t mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘touched herself’ she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.
“Are you sure this is really their video?” Becky asked. “I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a porno movie?”
“Of course not!” Lauren laughed. “Don’t you recognize B-Love in the video?”
“I dunno.” Becky pouted. “He was so dirty.”
“Yeah he was!” Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.
“No!” Becky blushed and laughed. “I meant he was grimey, oily... the whole ‘mechanic’ get up.”
Lauren laughed. “Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it’s a legitimate video, I got it from their website. It’s the first one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing.”
“That doesn’t surprise me!” Becky said, “I can’t believe they’d show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean... the whole running off with a man’s wife and ********...”
“Wild huh?” Lauren retorted, then added quietly. “Doesn’t it make you wonder if the rumors are true...”
“What rumors...” Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about black men’s endowment.
“The rumors about their songs being based on actual events.” Lauren said casually. “A mom and ******** together! Can you imagine what kind of guy would pull that off! It’s so HOT!”
“Oh...” Becky said, almost disappointed that her friend wasn’t going to talk about the other rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they’d just seen. “Oh! Ew! The mother and ******** thing?”
“Yes!” Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Just imagine those guys with you and your mom Becky! She’s still pretty hot for her age!”
“GROSS!” Becky squealed.
Lauren laughed. “I’m kidding! Of course it’s all just bullshit! All these rappers are like that! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I’ve heard that this video is tame compared to the others they’ve done.”
“There are more?” Becky said, almost too eagerly, “Can you download them too?” Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than healthy. “I mean… I’d like to see them, but you know my parents’ software blocks the site.”
Lauren didn’t seem to notice Becky’s over-enthusiasm. “No, sorry, that’s the only video they have available for download. The site says they’re saving the others for that interview.”
“What interview?” Becky asked.
“WHAT INTERVIEW!!” Lauren gasped. “Becky, are you fucking kidding me? How do you not know about the interview? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN?”
“Yeah, she’s her personal assistant...so?” Becky said, her eyes widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.
“So?!” Lauren rolled her eyes. “So Black Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn’t mention it?”
“OMG, they are!?” Becky’s big green eyes widened. She was stunned. “No. Sarah… Sarah didn’t tell me!”
“Oh my God, what a bitch!” Lauren hissed playfully. “I can’t believe that she knows they’re your favorite group and didn’t mention that she’d probably be meeting them! Maybe she can get their autograph for you!”
Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrities on Becky’s wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah’s sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.
“Well…” Becky bit her lower lip. “She doesn’t really know I listen to that type of music. I doubt she’d approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad.”
“Oh my God, Becky!” Lauren whispered. “You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will meet them! You have to tell her you want their autographs! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them! Oh my God!” Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper. “That would be amazing! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too?”
“I… I don’t know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus.” Still, Becky’s mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting Black Phallus! “Wow… I just can’t believe they’re going to be on that show! It’s supposed to be like a serious news program.”
“Yeah, I know.” Lauren explained eagerly. “They’re going to go on ‘The Whole Truth’ and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can’t get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they’re anxious to go on television for a ‘live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the rest of the world what Black Phallus is all about! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it?”
“Yes.” Becky pouted.
“Too bad!” Lauren sighed. “Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there’s some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There’s supposed to be some kind of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN’s website too, but you have to pay to see it.”
Becky frowned. Her parents didn’t let her have a credit card, and certainly wouldn’t agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.
Lauren continued. “The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they’ll be uncensored too! Just think, if you thought this “Wrecker” video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like! ”
“Oh…oh my!” Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for “The Wrecker.” Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.
“Of course... that’s just the videos.” Lauren said, seeing her friend’s eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more. “You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows! I wonder if the interview will get wild.”
Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘wild’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren's story of orgies and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn’t really hearing her.
“So,” Lauren asked, “Do you want to come?”
“Wha…what?” Becky said, embarrassed.
“I said I thought you could come over to my place that night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer.” Lauren asked more explicitly. “Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes? What do you think?”
Becky smiled at her savvy friend. “I...I think I should call my sister!”
