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Gary "The Cuck" Clark Ch. 01

By: GARYCLARK



About 2 years ago, my wife Marci and I were watching a movie about a Black guy who was having an affair with a white married woman. It was a great show and I told Marci that most all of my sexual fantasies involved her and numerous well-hung Black men. To say the least, she was not too impressed. She wasn't mad but she let me know that pigs would fly before my fantasy would ever be fulfilled.

At the time Marci was 30, pretty and sexy with a Bikini figure, even though she was still getting back in shape from having our daughter Lori a year before. She was 5′10″ with long "dirty" blond hair. She had the smoothest milky white skin I have ever seen and not a blemish anywhere, not even a tan line. Living in Portland, OR takes care of the tan line problem. 

I have always been a leg and ass man and that is what caught my eye when I first met Marci. She has a great ass and long slender legs that look as good as the models' legs on the Haines commercials. My fantasy about seeing her with black men had really began with my first wife. 

Just the thought of watching some Black guy using my wife like a slut has always been a guaranteed hard on.

I was checking my e-mail one day and an Internet buddy had sent me a great interracial site link. What was better than the pics was an article on "How to turn your wife into a Whore for Black Cock". Just the title of the article was enough for me to decided to take their advice and put my plan to action. I didn't care how long it would take; my sweet wife Marci would become a "Whore for Black Cock".

I started renting movies that mostly featured Blacks on Blonds. She liked the movies and whenever we had sex after watching one I would make sure that the sex was awesome. I got her to loosen up a little and we did some role-playing with her pretending that she was getting it on with a Black guy instead of me. I would fuck her doggie style, talk dirty to her and treat her like a slut. She liked that better than the movies and she started having multiple orgasms. 

Within a month or two, it became something we did every time we had sex. Not only that, but we were having sex more than ever. The sex was great but what made it even more exciting was knowing that it would not be long before I would see a big Black cock buried deep in her hot tight cunt.

Marci & I had decided that she should be a "stay at home" Mom until Lori started school. We really didn't need the money and Marci liked taking a leave from work as a Paralegal but she was getting a little bored with nothing to do. 

She told me one day that she was having daytime fantasies about "you know what" and I came up with an idea for her. The Internet. I set her down at the computer and pulled up a search engine. I let the engine pull up some sites that I already knew and made it look like we were searching together. Within an hour she was introduced to the "Green Guy" web site a few interracial sites and a couple of Cyber Sex chat rooms. Everything a Girl would need.

Every evening when I came home from work, I would check her history to see where she had been. I didn't say anything to her about the computer because I didn't want to make it look like I was pushing her and she didn't know that the computer would record her activities. I thought that I would let nature take its course and sure enough, after a week or so, she was racking up the hits the interracial sites. Next came the Cyber Sex chat rooms. She called herself "Jade". I could log on from work and watch my wife "Cyber Fuck" like the best of them. She never knew it, but I fucked "Jade" a couple of times myself.

My plan was working better than I had hoped and decided to move to the next phase. "A live Black cock for Marci". I didn't have the nerve to just walk up to some Black guy and say, "Hey Dude, want to fuck my wife"? I figured a lot of Black guys would take that as a racial thing and beat the crap out of me. I decided to place an advertisement on a couple of swinger sites and within a day, three different Black guys responded. I talked to all three and decided on a divorced guy named Bill who lived about 30 miles away. He was about the same age as Marci, which was about 10 years younger than I was. He was a "suit and tie" kind of guy, athletic, friendly, safe and sported a fat 9″ tool. He was exactly what I had envisioned to be the first Black guy to fuck my wife.

Marci was still not a sure thing by any stretch but it would be just a matter of time before she would "cave" with a little seducing by Bill. I told Bill that he & I should become "best" friends because, sooner or later, Marci would be "ready" and when she was, she would be his to do with as he pleased. I showed him some photos of Marci and in an instant he was my new "best" friend. Bill and I would go out for beers after work at a local sports bar. The place would be packed with a lot of guys watching the games on the big screens, and none of them had a clue as to what was going on at the table with the white guy drinking beer with a Black guy. It was quite a turn on sitting there with Bill discussing the old fine sport of "wife fucking".

I told Marci about Bill for a couple of weeks before I introduced them. I told her that he was a friend and left out the fact that he was Black until she met him. She was hitting the interracial sites as much as ever and I knew that she would not be able to just think about Bill as a friend. Bill started coming over after work a couple of times a week to visit. I arranged to be late from time to time so that they would be alone and give Bill a chance to work his charm without me being present. Bill arrived at the house one evening knowing that I wouldn't be home for another 30 minutes. Marci let him in and told him that I wasn't home yet and that he could wait. She went into the kitchen and was working at the sink. Bill walked up behind her and put his hand on her hip while he was talking to her. She didn't seem to mind so he let his hand slide down a little lower and copped a feel. She pretended not to notice. Bill told me when I got home that we were nearing the time of Marci's introduction to Black Cock.

That night when we were having sex, and she was pretending that I was a Black guy, I told her to think of me as Bill. I think that is what made the difference, because as soon as I said it, she started to have an orgasm and screamed, "Fuck me Bill, give me that big Black cock". Afterward, we were lying in bed getting ready to go to sleep. I pulled her up close to me and I told her again how I would like to watch her fuck a Black man and if she really wanted Bill to "give her his big Black cock", I would arrange it. She looked at me and said that she loved me.

She didn't say no! That was her way of saying she was ready! I told her that I loved her more than she could know and that whatever happened was my idea and that it was what I wanted. She told me that she wasn't sure if Bill would do it. "Are you kidding?" I said. I told her that Bill had told me how sexy she was and how he would want to make love to her. Then she nailed me right between the eyes. "Gary" she said, I don't want him to make love to me. I want him to fuck me like a slut. That IS what you want isn't it?" Then she said, "Yes I'm kidding! Do you think that I don't know what you two have been up to? You've been manipulating me for months to get me to fuck Black men. The thought had never entered my mind until you planted it there and nurtured it. It worked, congratulations dear, you are going to get your wish. I just hope you have thought through this because once I get fucked, there is no changing it. If you want to go through with this I have some terms." (The paralegal in her was speaking)

"I will do it once and if I don't like it, it's over and we don't talk about it ever again. On the other hand, If I like fucking other men, which I think will be the case, I will still be your wife but I am going to fuck anyone I like and you are going to enjoy it whether you like it or not. The final decision is yours Dear!" I called Bill.

I set it up for the following Saturday night. It was 6 days away, but I wanted to take all week to get ready. Both Bill and I were off all weekend and my sister, Brenda, agreed to watch Lori for the weekend. I took Marci out shopping for some "slut" outfits. We hit Victoria Secrets for the stockings and undergarments. It took five other stores to find the super short skirts and tight blouses. What a turn on that was, buying clothing for my wife that she would wear for another man. Marci told me on the way home that, to make it better, we should abstain from sex for the rest of the week. She told me that it would be just as hard for her because she was thinking about what was coming as much as I was. I doubted that.

Saturday morning I got up early and mowed the lawn. I was so nervous my hands were shaking so I decided to do something physical just to calm down. About noon, I took Lori over to my kid sister's house. Brenda was 33, a single "Soccer Mom" raising 16-year-old twin girls. Karen and Susie Ann. Brenda had gotten pregnant in High School and married her boyfriend Rick. Rick took off with his secretary when the twins were nine and left Brenda with nothing. She put herself thru school and was now working for a high tech company with stock options that would take care of her for life. Rick was really stupid. The twins were 5′9″ but Brenda was only 5′4″ and really tiny. She made up for her size in the fact that she was stacked. Rick used to joke that Brenda may not weigh much but she was all T & A. Brenda wore her brunette hair short and liked to wear tight fitting Levis and tennis shoes. Marci told me one day as Brenda was walking ahead of us with her twins, that Brenda looked like the girls' kid sister instead of mine. Brenda dated a lot of different guys and had a bit of a reputation of being "hot to trot" after having a couple of drinks. She was having too much fun playing the field than to even consider getting married again. I told Brenda that I would pick up Lori Sunday afternoon when we returned from our romantic weekend at the coast.

When I got back to the house, Marci was waiting for me and asked me which outfit looked best. We tried different combinations until I found the one that really said, "Fuck Me". It was a tight white silk blouse, very low cut, a red print jersey skirt that just covered her butt cheeks, a white garter belt with white nylons and white high heel shoes. No bra or panties. When I told her that I didn't want anything getting in the way of Bill's cock and her cunt, she got so hot that she started getting wet. Actually, she was getting very wet. I made a mental note to take along a couple of towels for the leather seat in the Lexus.

When it was time to start getting ready, I poured a bath for Marci. I used some of the perfume that I bought for her on our anniversary. I put on some soft music, lit a few candles, put her in the tub, and bathed her. While I was washing her hair she almost fell asleep. How could she be so calm this close to getting her cunt fucked by Bill's Black cock? While she was sitting on the edge of the tub drying her hair she asked me to shave her pussy. "What!" I said. "All sluts have shaved cunts," she said smiling at me. (They also had tattoos but that would have to wait.) I took my time shaving her and she told me how Bill would appreciate what I was doing for him. She told me to kiss it because the next time I kissed it, it would be full of his cum. I thought at the time she was joking with me. She was teasing me and loving every moment. The more she teased the hotter and wetter she got.

I perfumed her and dressed her. (I would have done her hair and makeup, but It wouldn't have looked as good as she did it.) As I was hooking her nylons she told me that she felt like a sacrifice. Nothing could have been closer to the truth. My virgin wife was being sacrificed to a great Black cock.

We left for Bill's house. I called and told him that we were a little early. No problem for Bill. "The sooner, the better" he said. He knew from our conversations at the Sport's bar what I wanted. He had had other white wives in the past and he also knew what Marci wanted and needed. Condoms would not be required. Marci had her tubes tied when Lori was born so getting pregnant wasn't a worry. That wasn't the main reason condoms would not be used. I wanted to see Marci covered in Bill's cum. I had a dream years ago where Marci was nude and getting gangbanged by four Black guys all at the same time. She had a cock in her mouth, one in her hand, one in her cunt and one up her ass. In the dream, she saw me watching. The Black guys disappeared and she came walking toward me. In the dim light I could see cum running down her legs and there was a thin silver line of cum running from the corner of her mouth. She came to me and pressed her lips on mine and began to make love to me. I could taste cum on her lips and in her mouth. Then I woke up and found that I had cum all over myself. I wanted this dream to come true and it was now within reach.

It was a half hour drive to Bill's house. We didn't say much on the way over except for Marci stating how she "couldn't believe that I was actually driving her to another man's house so he could fuck her." I couldn't believe it either. When we pulled up in front of Bill's I asked her if she still wanted to go in. She said, "I will go anywhere you want to take me." Then she leaned over and kissed me. Marci had never been very submissive, but that kiss said it all. She was not only ready for Bill, but a gangbang with a football team would have been in order. At that moment, she would submit to anything I wanted!

Bill lived in a condo on the third floor overlooking the river. It was a nice place but I am not much into climbing three flights of stairs to get home. I led Marci by the hand to the bottom of the first staircase and she stepped in front of me and started up ahead of me. She looked and smelled great and she knew it. She knew what was waiting for her three flights up and all of a sudden she had a "bounce" to her step and was telling me to "get moving old man". She was a slut on the prowl with no panties on and made sure that I got to see her cunt with each step. She would even bend over every few steps and tease me even more. When we got to Bill's door, SHE rang the bell.

"Damn, you look good enough to eat" Bill said to Marci. She strutted past him and ran her finger under his chin. "I hope you are really hungry," she said back to him. I thought I would burst. My heart was pumping triple time and things began to spin. "You look like you could use a drink Gary", said Bill. I sat down on the sofa while Bill poured me a double JD. "There is more in the bar, help yourself. I plan on being a little to busy with Marci to be much of a host."

Bill was wearing a black tight fitting t-shirt and tan Dockers. I never noticed how buffed he was until now. He shaved his head and it made him look like someone you didn't want to mess with. Not the case with Marci. She wanted to mess with him in a big way. She was leaning against the bar with a drink of her own. The skirt she was wearing just covered the bottom of her ass but not the top of her stockings. God she looked fantastic. What a whore! If she wanted to look like she wasn't interested in getting fucked, it wasn't working. She was giving herself away as her nipples were like rocks and sticking out thru the tight silk blouse. Bill knew this cunt was a sure thing and wouldn't need any foreplay. He walked over to her put an arm around her waist and pulled her up tight against him and put his tongue in her mouth and kissed her hard. She didn't resist in the slightest. He moved his other hand to her ass cheek where he grabbed a hand full and squeezed hard. As he took hold of her ass he let go of her waist and moved his hand to her breast. There she was, in the arms of a Black man with his tongue in her mouth and hands on her tits and ass. Her arms went up around his big thick neck and like a slut, the fucking Bitch spread her legs apart so that Bill's muscular thigh could move up against her cunt. 

She began to move her hips up and down against his leg, rubbing her cunt against him. Then she raised her right knee up to his waist so that her cunt would be is fully exposed to him. My dick was getting so hard watching this it would have broken if I had bumped it on anything.

Bill moved his hand from her ass directly to her cunt where he wasted no time in inserting a couple of fingers. She moaned as he finger fucked her and she bucked her hips against his hand to get his fingers in deeper. Bill moved back from her and told me "she's hotter n' hell Gary, would you like me to fuck her for you?" Before I could answer, Marci jumped in with "Duh, that's why were here Bill, you were going to show me what it's like to be fucked by a Black cock, that is if you can get it up and you can figure out what to do with it."

That's when things got a little scary. Marci had Bill just where she wanted him. Pissed! Bill moved his hands to the front of her blouse and ripped it off of her. He did the same with her skirt. She was standing there just in her nylons and garter belt. He pushed her to her knees and unzipped his fly. As he began pulling out his cock, I became aware of the reality of what was going on. In a second or two, that big Black cock would be in her mouth. She glanced at me while at the same time taking the cock in her hand and, like she had been sucking it all of her life, placed the huge swollen purple head in her mouth and started sucking. As she sucked and licked his cock, she stared at me and moaned. I saw her hand go down to her cunt and she rubbed her clit as she sucked Bill's great cock. She never took her eyes off me and except to close them. She was taking that monster cock deep in her throat and was jacking him off at the same time. Bill was saying things like "that's it, suck that Black cock you fucking whore". The more names he called her the more she liked it and just like that, she had her first orgasm. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and a long strand of pre-cum was hanging in the air. She had more pre-cum in and on her mouth than I cum in a whole load.

I am glad I picked Bill. He was an experienced White Wife Fucker and knew what to do. I was so out of it that I didn't remember taking my pants off. I was sitting there wearing only my shirt with my dick in my hand.

Bill reached down and jerked Marci up from the floor and dragged her over to the sofa where I was sitting. He literally thru her over the back of the sofa next to me and got down on his knees and began to eat her pussy from the back. I thought she was going to come again the way she was moaning. She looked over at me, reached out and pulled my face up to hers and kissed me. She moved her lips around on mine to make sure that I got a good taste of Bill's pre-cum. She pulled away, smiled and said, "There is a lot more where that came from lover boy."

Bill stood up and placed his huge swollen cock on the crack of her ass. It looked a hell of a lot bigger than 9″. Marci knew what was next. 

She started moving her hips back and forth trying to speed up the inevitable. She wanted it bad. Bill moved the end of his saliva and pre-cum coated cock to her cunt and slowly inserted the tip into the tight opening. (I am five inches long and fairly think. Marci has always said that I have a great dick but a great dick is not a cock. There is a difference.) Bill was still pissed at Marci and he showed no mercy as he plunged it the rest of the way in. Marci screamed and made some motion to get away, but she was pinned in and unable to move even an inch. Bill had given her the "big one" all the way to the hilt. He withdrew it a couple of inches and gave it to her again and again. She wasn't screaming now. She was panting and moving her legs further apart. Bill was holding on to Marci's ass and started pumping and fucking her hard enough to make that unmistakable sound of his belly slapping against her ass. Marci was chanting "fuck me you bastard, give me that Black cock" and with each stroke she arched her back and raised her ass so she could take in every millimeter of Bill's rock hard ebony shaft. It was only a few minutes and Marci had her second orgasm. The sight of that Black cock disappearing into her cunt over and over and the contrast of his black torso against her milk white skin was incredible. Both of them were working hard and their skin gleamed from perspiration. Bill stopped pumping, he was getting close to getting off and needed to slow down, but Marci started moving her cunt back and forth on Bill's cock, milking it for all it was worth. Bill had her long hair in his hands and was standing still. He wasn't fucking her and longer. She had taken over and she was fucking him. Marci, my sweet, lovely, and faithful wife had become a fucking whore for Black cock.


Gary "The Cuck" Clark Ch. 01



Bill pulled out, much to her disappointment, and took her over to the sofa where I was sitting. Bill sat on the other end of the sofa and had Marci get on top with her back to me. I had the view of a lifetime. Just two feet away from my face was my wife's beautiful cunt sliding up and down on this hard Black cock. I couldn't decide if I wanted to join them or just sit and watch.

I decided to watch.

After awhile Bill asked me what I thought about doing a "69-Three Way". Not having a clue what he meant I said "sure, why not". Bill had me lay on my back and then had Marci get on top of me for a 69. I told her not to suck my dick, as I wouldn't make it to the 8-second buzzer. She shoved her cunt in my face and began to move her pussy against my mouth as I licked her cunt. I really liked eating her to orgasm and was thinking I would get the chance when Bill moved behind her and pulled her ass up a few inches away from my face. Then I realized what a "69-Three Way" was. He shoved his still hard cock into her cunt and told me to keep eating her. It wasn't that easy with his cock plunging back and forth and her meeting him half way. I watched that black cock fuck my wife from about 2 inches away and not being able to control myself, I shoved my mouth and tongue up against her cunt and his cock. I could feel his cock moving between my lips. Every so often Bill would intentionally let his cock slip out of her cunt and it would go into my mouth. At first I was a little taken back by it but that lasted about one half of a second. I took it in my mouth and sucked it just like Marci did.

Bill was ready to cum and, just like the forth of July fireworks, he gave Marci the Grand Finale. He was a true athlete and fucked her hard and fast until she came again. I was still eating both of them when Bill exploded deep in her cunt. Bill kept pumping as he was filling her and it seemed like a quart of cum was leaking around the edges of her pussy. Marcy was getting off at the same time and it didn't help matters. Bill pulled his cum covered cock out and let drop on my face. I took it in my mouth and licked it clean. Bill was backing away when Marci lowered her cunt onto my mouth. She reminded me of what she had told me earlier. "Now eat it," she said. I started licking and it seemed that there would be no end to the fluids that were covering my face. I had eaten her to orgasm many times and knew the taste of her sex. Now with this added taste of another man's cum mixed with my wife's scent, and all that I had seen, I lost it and shot my load all over Marci's breasts.

All of us had a good laugh about that while we rested and had a couple more drinks. All of us were naked except for Marci's stockings. I was sitting in a big overstuffed chair, Bill was sitting on the sofa and Marci was sitting on the floor at feet of her Black lover. She looked quite natural sitting there with her feet and lower legs under her. She was leaning against Bill's leg and looking totally submissive, seduced, satisfied and recently fucked. She told me that she hoped that I liked the scent of other men's cum on her breath and in her pussy because it was going to be a regular activity in the Clark house from now on. She also told me that she had planned to fuck Bill behind my back if I hadn't brought it up.

The night ended for me when she told me to go on home because she would be spending the night in Bill's bed doing anything he wanted. Marci promised me that she would let me eat her and fuck her when she got home if she wasn't too sore.

I got home and went to bed. I didn't sleep at all. My mind was racing with the visions I had witnessed and what I could imagine was happening now. I jerked off about 6 times before I heard a car in the drive way about 10 the next morning. 

Bill dropped Marci off and did not even walk her to the door. He was treating her like a slut. At least he didn't make her walk home. She was dressed in a pair of old sweats Bill gave her.

She didn't have much on when we went over last night and Bill had torn her clothes off of her in his lust. Marci was limping and it was clear that Bill had actually fucked her till she couldn't walk. She told me that after swallowing about 6 loads of Bill's cum, she has developed a taste for it; she also had become an expert in anal sex. She never liked to have me cum in her mouth and fucking her in the ass was out of the question. Bill had not just fucked her for his pleasure; he was training her to be the total slut I desired her to be.

"Coffee", I asked. "You bet, and keep it coming", she replied. We sat there for a time without talking and she asked me, "Well, I am dying to find out. Was I enough of a slut for you?" "Did you enjoy last night dear?" "Absolutely" I replied. "I had a great time and you were perfect." She moved closer to me and said, "I'm not sure where the fantasy and role playing ends and the real "slut" stuff begins. I guess I really am a slut whore because I loved every minute and if you liked it too then we can have a lot of fun with this lifestyle. I agreed with her, pulled her close and kissed her. I wondered how long the scent would stay.

As I was leaving to pick up Lori, Marci asked me to have Brenda call her when she was alone so Marci could tell her about Bill. "What? I said. "You can't tell Brenda anything about this." "I have to Gary", she said, "Bill wants to meet her." My mouth dropped to my chest. How did Bill find out about Brenda? I had never mentioned her name to him. "What is going on Marci?" I asked. "Its like this Gary," she said. "Bill told me that if I introduce him to other white women, then he will introduce you and I to his Black friends. Some of these guys have even bigger cocks than Bill does." I was getting pissed. "So you give him my little sister to fuck so you can fuck other Black guys with big cocks?" "Yes, she said. Brenda is a grown woman and if she wants to fuck Bill then it's her business. " That was true but she was my little sister, even if she was over 30 years old.

Then she added, "I guess I had better tell you something else. Bill wants to meet Sandy too." "Shit" I yelled. "My daughter?" `No fucking way is that guy going to get near Sandy."

Sandy was my daughter from my first marriage. She lived with her mother in San Diego. Sandy had just graduated from High School and had been accepted to Portland State. She was moving in with us in about two weeks. Sandy was 18 and was the typical Southern California beach bunny. She was 6″1″, long blond hair, blue eyes and skin as tan as a bear. She had really long legs, big boobs and was total knock out. I used to kid her about how her name should have been Barbie. She looked just like the doll. Sandy had been up for a visit a month before and I couldn't get over how sexy she was. Sandy had matured into a woman without a man around the house and she liked to go around wearing only her bra and panties. Marci had told her that I was her father but I was still a man and that she needed to be a bit more modest. Her normal attire was not much better. Tight fitting shorts and a skimpy top was the uniform of the day. That would change with the Portland weather.

"No way am I going along with Bill fucking Sandy," I said. "Just a minute Buster", she exclaimed. "Need I remind you that it was I who helped Sandy get birth control pills at fifteen. Your little princess has been collecting sperm samples for three years and I assure you it isn't for Biology Class. And another thing, why is it OK for Bill and his friends to fuck me and not your sister or daughter? What am I then?"

My mind was focused on another vision of my pretty daughter laying on her back with some Black guy on top fucking her for all she was worth. He was pumping his big cock into her 17-year-old pussy and she was enjoying it. I had another vision of my sister with a black cock in her mouth and one up her ass. I had to smile with that one. Brenda was small and in my imagination, the guy fucking her had a 10″ cock and when he started walking away, Brenda was impaled on the end of his cock and he was carrying her on it.

Then I started coming to reality. "Marci, what the hell have I become? I can see myself dressing you, and the other two beautiful women in my life that I love, in slut clothes and perfumes and driving you in my car to deliver you to Bill and 6 or 8 of his friends so they can use you for their animalistic lust. Those men don't care about you for any other reason than to fuck you, use you like a pieces of meat and something to deposit there cum in. I'm getting a grip on the whole picture Marci. Bill fucked you and now he wants to fuck Brenda and Sandy." "What am I anyway, a MAN, or a WIMP that lets Black studs use the women he loves as slut whores?"

Marci didn't say anything for a while then said, "You may be right about what Bill thinks about me. That is the turn on. It's the pure sex, with all the taboo included that makes it sooo good. As far as Bill fucking me and wanting to fuck Brenda and Sandy, don't forget who started this. You are the one who turned me into a "Whore for Black Cock" as you call it, not Bill. I like it, I like it a lot and if Brenda and Sandy like it as much as I do, then you are doing them a disservice by not turning them into "Whores for Black Cock" as well. Either they will take to it like a Duck to water, or they will run from it without looking back. No one is holding a gun to their heads and believe me, once they have had a big, long, hard Black cock pumping way up in their belly and their cunt stretched beyond limits, and treated like a slut, they will be grateful to you forever. It sounds bizarre but it is the truth. One last thing you should think about. You know those 6 or 8 Black guys that you talked about fucking the three of us?" she asked. "Yes", I answered. "Well you know that they would probably make you watch them fuck us. If there were 6 or 8 of them and only 3 of us, they would probably take all night and who knows what disgusting things they could think of doing to us. And afterwards, I am sure they would make you clean up our cunts with your tongue. You probably wouldn't like to eat out Brenda and Sandy's cunts would you? Licking Black cum out of your 18-year-old daughter's cunt would be a terrible thing to be forced to do, right Gary? In fact, I can guarantee you that they will make you do that. I can also predict that they will make you clean them up too. Those are just some things to think about Gary while you make up your mind."

"I have made up my mind. I want you to get dressed and go pick up Lori. Talk to Brenda tonight and introduce her to Bill as soon as you can arrange it." I said. "And what are you going to do" she asked. "I am going to call Sandy and see if she can get that hot little ass of hers up here earlier. Tell Bill to start calling his friends. Were going to have a good time." I said.

Marci walked to the bedroom to shower and noticed that the computer monitor was on. As she was switching it off she was thinking that it had taken over two years to cuckold Gary. She started by renting any movie that had Black men and white women together. Her plan was perfect. Once he got the idea that he could turn her into a slut, he was hooked. It had to be his idea. That way, no matter what happened, she was in the clear. Gary had thought he was pretty smart with the computer. He was not interested in the computer classes she was taking before Lori was born. Computer classes Gary. Hello!

Marci had craved Black cock for years. She had met a Black stud on a singles cruse three years before meeting Gary. He had fucked her very well. In fact, they spent the entire 7 days in his cabin. He taught her how to properly suck Black cock. She had never forgotten him or his wonderful cock. She had not told Gary about her past lovers. He never asked. But it was something that she thought about almost daily. 

There was no way she would cheat on Gary, her family was too important to her, and she loved Gary. She just needed some Black cock. The funny thing was that Gary had spent 2 years turning a Whore for Black Cock into a Whore for Black Cock. That web site that he had found with the article, "How to Turn Your Wife into a Whore for Black Cock" was E-mailed to him at work by Marci using a phony Hotmail account. Gary would have died if he knew that Marci was one of his Internet buddies. It was the same E-mail account that she had used for a couple of years to surf the net looking for interracial pics before Gary had set her up with her new account. What she never sent him was the cuckold sites. Gary didn't even know what a cuckold was.

She had covered her tracks well. Gary would never know. The only other person who knew was sworn to secrecy. Brenda was the one who told Marci about Gary's fantasy. Gary's X-wife had told Brenda while she was still married to Gary. 

That was a lot of the reason for the divorce. She couldn't be married to a man that would share her with other men. Stupid bitch. Don't knock it unless you have tried it.

Brenda already knew about Bill. Marci had told her all about him, everything that is except last night. She was excited about meeting Bill and trying his "dark meat" that she had heard about for so long. Brenda wasn't just a little "hot to trot" like Gary believed, she was a slut and loved cock. Any cock was OK as long as it was big and hot.

Both Brenda and Marci were looking forward to having Sandy there. She might be a little hard to turn-on to Black cock, but these two whores were bound and determined to get the job done and try some of sweet Sandy for themselves. Now that Gary was thinking he was behind getting Sandy fucked, it would be easier. Sharing Sandy with Bill and his friends and even Gary was fine as long as Brenda and Marci got some of that young stuff.

Bill was another story. Marci had thought that this was the best choice that Gary had made. What a stud he was and she probably would have cheated on Gary with Bill. After Marci had sent Gary home last night, Marci told Bill what she wanted and that she had some really hot white meat for him and his friends. All he had to do was to keep Marci well fucked and supplied with variety of good-looking Black men. Brenda didn't know it but Marci had told Bill about Karen and Susie Ann too. Hey, Brenda would go along with it as soon as she spent a few hours with Bill's big cock in her ass. The deal was too good for Bill. Marci and Brenda right away, Sandy in a couple of weeks and the twins Karen and Susie Ann in a month or so. All he had to do was line up some of his Black friends to keep Marci and Brenda fucked regular and he could have the younger bitches for what ever he wanted. Hell, he would have done it just for Marci, she was hotter than any white wife he had ever had. It looked like he would be arranging a lot of gangbangs and Marci told him that Gary wanted one next weekend. That was too cool. Marci also told him that Gary was running the show and that he would be delivering her and the girls to whoever needed them. The thing Marci wanted him to remember was that the Black guys had to make Gary watch and he had to clean up everyone with his tongue. Strange instructions coming from Marci and not Gary, Bill thought, but who the fuck cared. The other strange think was that Marci would not let Bill come in to the house on Sunday when he dropped her off. He would ask Gary about that some day if he remembered.

Marci finished her shower and was getting dressed to go over to Brenda's. As she was getting dressed, she automatically started to slip a pair of panties on and then stopped. "Gary is right," she thought to herself. Nothing should ever come between her cunt and Black cocks. She thru the panties back in the drawer and wondered how long she would be too sore to visit Bill.



Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 02



The alarm was set to go off at 7am. Marci was already awake at 5:45 and was thinking about the weekend and the conversation she had with Brenda last evening. When Marci arrived at Brenda's house, Brenda met her at the door and was acting like a schoolgirl wanting to know how her date with the captain of the football team went and whether he kissed her goodnight. Marci told her everything and left nothing out. Brenda was just as interested in how Gary acted as she was in finding out how well Bill has serviced her friend. 

Next weekend was a definite GO. Brenda would experience for herself what Marci had described in finite detail. She had never been with a Black man. It wasn't because she didn't want to have sex with one; she just never had the chance. That was going to change and she was already feeling a tingling deep inside thinking about how there would be three or four men there to make sure she and her friend were well fucked. 

The thought of having Gary watching and having to clean her up with his tongue was something she was wrestling with. He was her big brother and like a lot of young girls, she had the hots for him when she was in her teens. She thought those feelings were gone forever, but in the past few days she was starting to feel aroused when she thought about Gary with his face buried in her pussy. 

She had been with a lot of different men over the years and Brenda loved men, but she had never been with more than one man at a time. She did have sex with three different men in the same day once when she was dating a lot after her divorce. This would be a big jump from a black tie dinner date with a regular boyfriend to a Black Cock Gangbang, where she would be the object of all their attention. "Yes, it will be good for Gary to be there," she thought. She would be too scared to do something like that if she were alone, at least the first time anyway. 

Marci got up and went into the kitchen. A teaspoon of Tasters Choice and a cup of water from the instant hot water unit that Gary installed for her and bingo! Coffee. Marci was standing at the sink sipping from her mug and looking out the window. All she had on was the long black t-shirt that Bill was wearing the other night. He wouldn't get it back. She took it because it smelled like Bill. 

Marci had read that male pheromones (androstenol/androstenone) from male sweat have a direct impact on female menstrual cycles and ovulation. She grabbed a handful of the shirt and pulled it up to her face and breathed in, millions of microscopic pheromone particles entered her body and began to do their work. She could smell his cock.

Marci walked back to the bedroom and was standing in the doorway looking at Gary. God she loved this man. He was sleeping; lying on his back on top of the covers, without his PJ's on and his dick was standing at attention. She wondered why men always have a hard-on in the morning. She thought of her Dad. The two of them lived alone together when she was 18. Her mother had passed away a year earlier. She was always loosing her hairbrush and would sneak into her Dad's room to get to his bathroom and use his brush. 

One morning he was asleep, lying on his bed just like Gary was and had a huge hard-on. He was just about as hung as Bill, and she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She stood there for what seemed like forever. Marci was sexually active to put it mildly and just couldn't get that big cock out of her mind. None of the boys that she dated had half of what her Dad had. She would have to remember to hide Sandy's hairbrush, from time to time. Gary always slept like this when it was warm enough.

Gary and Lori were still asleep and it would be an hour before the alarm went off. Gary looked cute with his little soldier standing there. She went into the bathroom and squirted a dab of lotion on her fingers, which she applied to her "honey pot" as Gary called it sometimes. She preferred "cunt." She was surprised that she wasn't the least bit sore anymore. 

She walked to the side of the bed next to Gary, raised her leg over him and lowered her cunt down on his erect dick engulfing it completely. Gary smiled and said "Morning Dear" barely opening his eyes. "It still fits," he said to her as she was rocking back and forth on his dick. She replied, "Of course it still fits silly, if you give it a little time, a pussy will expand and contract to fit the size of the cock that it's entertaining."

"Oh I like that entertaining pussy talk, do you want me fuck you doggie style?" he asked. 

"No Gary, she said. I don't think that we need to do that anymore. I can get all the fucking I want from guys who can only fuck me. You are the only man who can make love to me and that is just for us. If you want to fuck me you can, but I think it would be more fun to make you go without."

"Yea," he said. "It was a real turn on watching you getting it from Bill and all I got was my hand." 

Gary had noticed that Marci was wearing Bill's Black T-shirt as her new nighte. He ran his hands up under the shirt and held tightly to Marci's breast. Marci had been sitting straight up on top of Gary, grinding slowly. Now her eyes were closed, she was leaning forward and getting down to business. She was pumping her cunt up and down on her husband's smooth dick much faster now. 

Gary's eyes were wide open looking at Marci, but was picturing her standing by the bar in Bill's condo, with her knee raised as high as she could, giving this strange Black stud total and unrestricted access to her most secret spot. Gary couldn't hold it back and shot his load in her as she was sliding her cunt down hard on his dick. She kept going and his cum leaked down on his balls and into the crack of his ass. Marci was rising up to get off when Gary said, "did you get cookies Baby?"

"No, but I really didn't want to. I just wanted to give you a little loving because I really do love you Gary." 

Gary left for work and after Marci fixed breakfast for Lori, she went over to the computer and switched on the monitor. She had DSL now and loved it, no waiting for the connection. She typed in the address and her pass code for egroup and immediately went to BMWF and checked for new pics. Wow, there were a lot of them. She clicked on the first one and her screen lit up with a picture of a white woman with a wedding ring getting fucked by three well-hung Black studs. She had Black cocks in all three holes and cum all over her face. 

Marci stared at the picture for quite a while before going to the next one. A minute later she went back the first photo and decided to copy it to her "C" drive and she then hit print. While the photo was printing on her color printer, Marci let her hand drop to her lap and then a couple of her fingers disappeared into her still wet cunt. She had just had sex with Gary and didn't have an orgasm on purpose. 

Marci had grown very partial to the orgasms she had had with Bill a few days ago. In suggesting to Gary that it would be fun to abstain from sex, she had made a decision that she would only allow herself to have orgasms when Black cocks were fucking her. She would like to get off now looking at that photo but she would torture herself by bringing herself just to the edge and then stop. That should keep her pretty damned horny and make her just the kind of whore that Gary wanted. 

She thought for a moment that if she were single, she probably wouldn't be doing any of this. The more she acted like a whore, the more Gary liked it, and the more he liked it the more she wanted to be his whore for black cock. It was like the chicken and egg thing. The print copy would be on the pillow for Gary. With her one free hand she e-mailed the photo to Bill with the following message. "I would like to order off this menu Sir!" 

Bill told the receptionist that he had a long lunch planned and that he probably wouldn't be back to the office until late in the afternoon. He checked his E-mail messages just before leaving and noticed one from Marci. She asked for his E-Mail address Sunday and said she would send him some stuff that would make his face turn red. Yea, right, he thought. He opened the attachment and began to feel his cock moving in his pants within seconds. Where had Marci found this photo? It was great. The message caption from Marci was even better and made him wish he could get out of this appointment and drop by to fuck her for lunch. 

This whole thing was such a turn on. He had called four other guys he knew and told them about Marci and Brenda. Class acts these two and he knew just the kind of guys they would go for. Black, good-looking, big cocks, stellar clean, good sense of humor and long lasting. The guys were perfect and eager as hell to show Gary's women a good time. He was kind of glad that there would be four others beside him. Most whites think that all Black guys are fucking machines with 10" cocks and can go forever. There are a few, and he liked to count himself in that group, but in reality, he had met a lot of white guys with dicks bigger than his. 

Black women knew the truth about black men. His x-wife was Black and had 4 brothers. There was no seducing her with "suck this big Black cock you fucking bitch." Not to say she wasn't a great lay. Black women are a different fuck entirely. White women were a hell of a lot of fun, especially the married ones with husbands like Gary. 

The mystique and taboo aspects of the relationship between the races added to the magnitude of the climax and that is what it was all about. Getting off. He knew that Gary and Marci would eventually grow tired of him and that was OK, because it was a game and those were the rules. In the mean time he was going to deposit as much Black cum in her hot, white, married, fucking cunt as he could. 

Marci glanced at the small calendar on the refrigerator and couldn't believe that it was only Wednesday. This week was creeping by. Well, she was keeping busy. She was kind of proud of herself. Gary had fed Lori her breakfast while Marci went for a three-mile jog around the neighborhood. After Gary left she had cleaned the entire house including the bathrooms. Gary never complemented her on how clean the toilets were. She guessed he thought they never got dirty. 

Marci was standing at the sink scrubbing a pot from dinner last night. She had slipped on a simple housedress after her shower and wore nothing else. He hair was up, so it wouldn't get in the way and she had her Walk Man head set on as she liked to listen to music when she did housekeeping. Gary's big stereo system was a hassle for her to play her CD's on. 

The back of her house was mostly glass that looked out onto the back yard where Lori liked to spend most of her day playing with her terrier. She loved her house. She and Gary were not rich, but if you had to classify them, upper middle class fit pretty well. They were financially OK and had been careful with their savings. Her SUV was paid off and Gary didn't owe that much on his Lexus. Gary had asked her to mail the payment today if she went out. Marci had put Lori down for her nap, taken a pot roast out to thaw and was going to fix it for Gary's dinner. 

She was letting her mind wonder without control and for some reason thought if Pot. It had been too damn long since she had a good hit and wondered if any of the Black guys would have any this weekend. She then wondered if Brenda would chicken out and not go. Marci would not chicken out because Gary would make sure of that. If Brenda didn't go then Marci would have all of them to herself. Well, fantasies are never as good as real life and she was thinking that she needed some SOS pads and that the white clothes in the wash would be done soon. She had Gary's shirts in the dryer and the dishwasher was chugging along. 

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something moving and then felt a hand come from behind and come to rest on her breast. Someone was standing behind her. She tried to scream but couldn't and instantly realized that it was Bill sneaking up on her, but it was too late, she had to go through the emotion of being frightened out of her mind. She hated that. "God Damn it Bill" she exclaimed as she removed the headphones. Bill was standing behind her with his hand on her breast and was pressing his body against hers and pushing her against the sink. His other hand went under her dress and then directly to her ass. 

She leaned forward just a little and put her hands on the edge of the sink. Bill was kissing her neck. Her hair was up and Bill was taking advantage of her soft white skin. He didn't know it, but it was one of Marci's erogenous zones. She closed her eyes and let Bill explore her body. Bill lifted the bottom of her dress up and laid it on her hips exposing her bare bottom as his large hands squeezed it, sometimes a little too hard. 

"I've got a surprise for you Marci," Bill said. Marci looked back at her Black lover and saw a strange man standing next to Bill. "SHIT" Marci swore as she pulled away from Bill and with her face as red as a beet, she tried to straighten her dress, partly by pulling it back down over her ass. Marci's hands went to her hair, as she said, "Bill, I am going to kill you." The strange man was Black, about 240lbs and 6'2" tall. He was older than Bill but she couldn't tell how old he was because he had a mustache and beard that covered a lot of his face. God he had the most beautiful blue eyes. "Marci," Bill said, this is Ben. 

Still embarrassed, Marci put out her right hand and said, "Hello Ben, I'm Mrs. Marci Clark, I am pleased to meet you." God, what had she said? "Mrs. Marci Clark." She just knew that he would probably say, "Yes, I could see that you are married by the way you were letting Bill rub your ass." No, he seemed to be more of a gentleman than that. 

She looked at his right hand, and expected him to shake her hand, but instead, he lifted his left hand and grabbed her on the wrist. She noticed he wore a wedding ring as he pulled Marci to him and put his other hand around her waist and pulled even tighter. "All he said to her was "I am very pleased to meet you too Mrs. Clark." Then he pressed his lips against hers and buried his tongue deep in her throat. 

Everything was spinning. Marci had read how new super computers could actually handle a trillion calculations per second. Incredible as it may sound, the human brain can do even more and right now this young woman's brain was in overdrive. Everything for Marci was going in "slow motion." It was like when she fell over the rake that Gary had left out a few weeks back. Before she had hit the ground, she had thought about a hundred different curse words she would use on him. 

Marci was getting mad. What had made Bill think he could enter her turf? This was her home and she and Gary had agreed to keep this swinger stuff away from their family. Now Bill brings a total stranger into her kitchen and this guy not only invades her home, and forces himself into in her personal 3 foot zone, he has his tongue in her mouth. 

Granted, she was letting Bill take some liberties with her, but that was OK because Gary had gotten Bill for her and he had presented her to Bill for Bill to use. Marci was just letting Bill do what her husband wanted him to do. This was different. Gary wasn't here and didn't know about, what was his name? Oh yes, Ben. This was wrong, she thought. It was adultery. 

That sounded funny considering she was going to be the main attraction at a local gangbang this weekend, but Gary was involved in the planning and that validated her. She realized that Bill was back behind her with her dress up high on her waist. He was biting her neck instead of kissing it and he had both of his hands on her ass. He must have his pants off because she could feel his hot Black cock pressing against her crack. He wasn't trying to fuck her; he was humping his cock against her ass like a dog. 

Ben was still exploring all of her mouth with his tongue. Her hands were flat against his chest pushing away with no success. Ben was strong and he was raping her mouth. Ben took one of her hands and moved it down to his cock. He was taller than she was and his cock was rock hard and sticking well above her waist. He had opened his fly and taken it out for her. 

IT WAS HUGE, much bigger than Bills and hot as fire. She knew it was Black. Just minutes before her world was going just fine. She was being little "Susie Homemaker," and now these guys had invaded her world and were raping and pillaging it. 

Marci didn't know it, but the next few seconds of her reasoning would determine who she was for the rest of her life. Like all computers, her mind was narrowing down the data and was ready to spit out its final answer. The millions of male pheromones that covered Bills T-shirt were nothing compared to the quantity that Marci was sucking through her nostrils now. 

Both Bill and Ben were very potent human male specimens and their pheromones were acting on Marci the way they were designed to. Female pheromones (copulins), are more potent than the male variety. All female mammals on the planet give off copulins to let the males know when they are ready to be bred. Marci's body knew that there were a couple of studs nearby ready for reproduction. Marci didn't have any idea that her body was telling Bill and Ben's bodies that it was ready. 

Marci's heart was pumping about as fast as it did when she jogged, but there were other changes in Marci. She was a healthy young woman and all of her female reproduction parts worked perfectly, even though her doctor tied her tubes to stop the delivery of her vulnerable eggs to the danger zone. 

Her body was getting prepared. The extra blood supply went to various places. Her lips were now 25% larger than normal. Her nipples were hard as rocks and sticking out. Her cheeks were red and her face was flushed, but the biggest change was in her groin. Blood had gorged into her cunt including the lips of her pussy, causing them to swell and become enlarged. 

Marci had a fat twat in normal conditions. She always had trouble wearing shorts or tight fitting pants, especially when sitting. The seam in the crotch would part her cunt and her lips would protrude to the point of embarrassing her. Gary liked it though.

With all that was going on, it had been less than a minute that Ben had forced himself on her. Marci answered her own question; Bill told Ben that she was a "Whore for Black Cock." That had to be the answer. They were treating her like one, and there was no way on earth that Ben would try this technique with her neighbor. Joan Hamilton would have planted her knee in Ben's crotch by now. No, this was a total misunderstanding. 

It was getting pretty clear to her. She had even told Gary that she wasn't sure where the "fantasy" slut left off and the "real life" slut began, and if it had confused her, it surely could have confused Bill. She had to stop them now before it went too far. She knew where it would lead, especially in the next hour. Bill and this Black man with the great blue eyes would fuck the crap out of her. Maybe Bill could invite Ben to the gangbang. Then Gary would be there and everything would be OK. That would do it. 

This whole Whore for Black Cock thing was partly her fault. Gary had picked up on it in a heartbeat and she liked it. She had never cheated on Gary. And she sure as hell wasn't going to do it now. Her family was too important for a quick fuck with a stranger. Her only reason to turn Gary in to a cuckold was to get a little "dark meat" on the side and she would be a good wife, doing what hubby Gary wanted, being a "Whore for Black Cock." She was wondering why that phrase had come up in her mind so many times. It was just a title. She told Gary she was one, just to turn him on. Why was she thinking about it so much? A whore is someone who has no control. Not Mrs. Marci Clark, she thought to herself.




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 02



Marci wondered how her tongue got into Ben's mouth. She still had Ben's cock in her hand. In fact she had both hands on it. She was holding it like the pogo stick she had when she was a kid. It dawned on her that the bell on the dryer was going off telling her that she only had a minute or two to get Gary's shirts out and hang them up so they wouldn't wrinkle. "Saved by the bell," she thought. She had at least a minute. 

She had never had two men kissing touching, caressing, biting, humping, squeezing, feeling and wanting to fuck her at the same time. All this attention was a huge turn-on for her and she would take the extra minute. She wondered what it would be like this weekend. 

She grabbed a hold of her mind. It was time to say, "OH STOP, OH DON'T, – OH DON'T STOP!" She smiled. That had been a joke in college. Well she would stop them now because she had regained control and was not the Whore for Black Cock they thought her to be. She would tell Bill, who was now trying to stick his cock in her ass hole, to fuck off and never come to her house again. EVER!

As for Ben, he was cute and she loved his eyes, his beard and he had a great cock. She would tell Gary about this stud. Marci then wondered why no one had even touched her cunt yet? What did she mean by "yet"? She asked herself. NO - It was over! She pulled her tongue from Ben's mouth and her lips away from Ben's. She let go of his giant Black cock, as much as she hated too, pushed back a foot or more, and looked into his baby blue eyes and said. "Ben, you do not understand, I said I am MRS MARCI CLARK and"…

At that very moment, Ben's strong hand was inches away from her hot cunt. Just as she said "and," he grabbed her cunt and squeezed. He noticed that it was hot and as big as a peach. He wondered if it would taste like a peach. 

Ben had long slender fingers and his longest middle finger found the opening to Marci's honey pot. As he squeezed her hot cunt he let his middle finger gently enter by only an inch. Marci's body had been preparing lubricants in anticipation of having to entertain two giant Black cocks and when Ben's finger opened her cunt, just a little, her juices flowed out covering Ben's hand and on down to her thighs. She was gushing but that wasn't all that was happening. As Ben squeezed her cunt, Bill's 9" Black, smooth and hard cock was entering her ass hole. Marci had waited just 6 seconds too long. Her body took over and she began to have her first of 5 orgasms this day. 

Every orgasm had been better than the one before and she thought this one would kill her. The woman who was always in control, lost all control. Her knees, now covered in her own cum began to buckle and Her arms and hands went up around Ben's neck to keep her from falling. She didn't have to worry. Ben had her and she wasn't going anywhere. She had begun to say something to him just as she began to moan. Ben said, "yes what is it Mrs. Marci Clark?" 

She took a minute to answer. She had to wait until she could talk. "NO, she said. I am Marci, Mrs. Gary Clark." Ben said, "Yes Mrs. Gary Clark"? She thought that is not right either. (She wanted to respond, but had to wait until Bill was on an outstroke. She couldn't talk when his cock was going in.) "NO," she said, "Actually I am Marci, Mrs. Gary Clark, Whore for Black Cock and you can do anything with me that you would like too." There, she did it! 

Ben asked her where the bedroom was as he released his grip. Marci stepped forward to separate herself from Bill's cock and crisscrossing her arms, in a single motion, grabbed the dress that was bunched up around her waist and pulled it off over her head. As Marci passed the living room door, she noticed that someone had turned the dead bolt and locked the door. "Good thinking Bill," she thought to herself. 

Marci turned into the hallway to the guest bathroom, three bedrooms and the master suite. Marci glanced into Lori's room as she passed, and saw that she was still sound asleep. Mommy had something important to do and hoped that Lori wouldn't wake up. Bill was following behind her and Ben was a couple of feet behind Bill. Bill jokingly told Ben not to tailgate and Ben told him not to stop too fast. 

Marci glanced back over her shoulder in the dimly lit hallway and saw nothing but Black. They were big men and had completely disrobed as they walked. Both were fully erect and their bodies filled the narrow hallway. Marci had been letting her hips sway more than usual when she walked. All women are aware that when a man walks behind a woman, his eyes will stay on her ass. It wasn't ladylike to wiggle too much. 

Marci wasn't a lady, and she knew without a doubt what these guys were thinking. Marci paused at the guest room door for a second, then walked past it and opened the door to her bedroom and walked in. No man had ever been in that room with her besides Gary. There was something sacred about the bedroom and the marriage bed. It was where they had consummated their vows and where they had planned and conceived Lori. It was the heart of her home. 

Marci wasted no time in crossing the room to the bed where she immediately sat down on the shinny, silk, down filled comforter that covered the king size bed. She was on Gary's side, she thought as Ben and Bill walked to her. Marci was looking up at these two powerful men. Totally submitting, she lifted her ankles up close enough that she could grab them with her hands, then she let herself slowly fall back. As she was falling she pulled her ankles back as far as she could wishing that she had been limber enough to be able to get them behind her ears. She locked her elbows behind her knees and waited for the men to take her. 

Ben had not realized just how lovely Mrs. Marci Clark was. When he entered the kitchen, her back was to him. He saw this young housewife standing barefoot at the counter, bobbing her head just slightly to the beat of some music that only she could hear. He watched as Bill snuck up behind her and frightened her. Then he watched Bill molest her and witnessed her acceptance of his passion. 

He had actually seen her beautiful bare ass longer than her face. Now she lay before him, nude and beautiful. No, correct that thought. She was "fucking beautiful." For a moment, he actually was able to take his eyes off of her shaved cunt, which glistened with her pre-cum, to admire her face. 

Ben thought that Mr. Clark was one lucky son-of-a-bitch! Kneeling down on one knee at the edge of the bed, Ben let his face fall against Marci's hot cunt. It tasted like the sweetest peach he had ever tasted and let his tongue go into her pussy as far as he could. He had wished that his tongue was as long as his cock because he would have liked to do to her cunt what he had done to her mouth. 

Marci moved her hips up and down and loved the feel of his beard on her shaved cunt and legs. She too had wished that his tongue was as long as his cock. It had only been a few minutes since she had climaxed with Ben's hand on her cunt, now she climaxed again with his tongue in her cunt. "OH GOD" she moaned as she filled Ben's face with her cum.

Wanting to finish what he had started, Bill climbed up on the bed, turned Marci around, and then turned her onto her hands and knees to fuck her in the ass "doggie style." He had put more lubricant on his cock and slipped it back into her rectum. It fit easily and Marci moved her hips from side to side to assist in the penetration. 

Ben was standing in front of Marci at the side of the Bed and handed her his cock. Marci took it and raised it over her head and pushed her lips against his balls. She licked his balls and then moved her tongue from the base of his cock, up the entire length, to the tip. 

Marci loved to suck cock, sometimes even more that getting fucked by one. She liked to show men that she was submissive, but what really turned her on was the pleasure she could see in the man's eyes, and the expression on their faces as she performed her art. When she had their cocks in her mouth, she had absolute control over these powerful creatures, especially when they climaxed. These big strong black studs would tremble and turn to mush when they would cum and she liked to be on the receiving end when they did. 

Eye contact was important but keeping eye contract with Ben in this position wasn't too easy, but Marci arched her back enough to allow her to look into those baby blues while she sucked his cock. Arching her back also gave Bill better access to her ass. He loved squeezing her ass while he fucked her. He loved her back too. He liked to massage her back and run his thumbs up and down her spine while he sunk his giant Black cock deep inside her. 

To get total penetration, he would reach all the way up and grab her shoulders. With her arching her back, he could pull back while he shoved in his cock. He thought for a minute, that if he pulled too hard, while he pushed too hard, he would break her in half. Little did he know that she would have liked that. 

As Marci's tongue reached the tip of Ben's cock, she noticed that a large concentration of precum had collected on the end. Marci looked up at Ben and let the tip of her tongue collect the cum which she deposited inside her mouth. She then took the end of his cock in her mouth and started sucking as she jacked off the monster Black snake with both hands. 

Other than the way she had spread her legs for Ben, this was the most submissive sexual act she could think of. Both Ben and Bill were talking dirty to her and calling her names like slut and whore. She loved all of it. 

Ben knew about the gangbang because he told her that he wished he could go but had to fly out of Portland tonight. Bill asked her if she liked gangbangs. Unable to talk with his cock in her mouth, she couldn't tell him that this was her first. She continued sucking while Ben asked her if she had ever been to a "Bar Gangbang." Marci turned her head sideways, and raised her eyebrows in a questioning look of "What is a Bar Gangbang?" 

Ben was talking to her while she was blowing him and Bill had reached around and had a couple of finders working on her clitoris while he fucked her ass. She could feel another orgasm building as Ben told her, "We have a lot of Black bars over in Oakland where hot white bitches like you go to get laid by strange black cocks. The next time you're in the Bay Area, look me up and I'll show you around." 

Marci began to think about sitting on a bar stool in some dirty bar with strange Black men taking turns on her. She had never thought what a great orgasm you could have by fantasizing about having Black men fuck her while she was getting fucked by strange Black men. She couldn't suck while she was getting off and Ben allowed her a minute to collect herself. He was getting close and wanted her full attention for his climax. "Suck that cock you fucking bitch," he told her. She knew he was coming. 

His cock was throbbing and she held it an inch or two from her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The first spurt went deep in her throat. She closed her mouth to swallow as the second spurt hit her on her lips. She liked the way Ben tasted. He didn't taste at all like Bill or Gary for that matter. "All men must have a different taste," she thought as she started playing "catch-up" on the collection and ingestion of Ben's semen. 

Bill was still going like the energizer bunny and was reading Ben's mind. Bill pulled out and came over to sit next to Marci. He and Ben helped Marci away from the bed and then had her sit her well-fucked ass hole back down on Bills cock. Her back was against his chest when both of them laid back. Marci's legs spread again exposing her cunt to Ben. This time though, there was a big Black cock sticking up her ass. 

Ben was still rock hard. "How did he do that?" she thought as she watched him approach her. Bill held onto her arms as Ben moved into position to mount her. Ben raised his ebony fuck stick above her tender cunt and then did what can only be described one way. Ben, with no last name, FUCKED Marci, Mrs. Gary Clark, Whore for Black Cock. 

Marci screamed as he plunged his cock into her and it hurt like hell. She had never been double penetrated before and especially not with cocks as big as these. It felt like she were being torn as his cock stretched her wider than she had been in her life. She had taken the Lamaze classes but ended up having a cesarean with Lori. Marci was blowing trying to fight back the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks and collected in her ears. "FUCK, that hurts" she yelled. 

"I'm going to gut you like a trout," Ben told her as his giant black piston disappeared in her cunt. A few more stokes and Bill and Ben got their act together and began to rotate their penetrations. With only a very thin membrane of flesh separating them, they could feel each other's cocks. 

The pain turned to pleasure as Marci began building up to her 4th orgasm of the day. Bill went first and injected his entire load deep up in her rectum. Bill slipped out and left Ben to finish her off. Ben was a machine and continued hard and fast in the same position. Marci's feet and legs were making erratic movements in the air and she was digging her fingernails deep into Ben's ass pulling him against her. She was rotating and bucking her hips up against his cock and taking it in as far as it would go. Marci wanted to say, "Fuck me Ben," but she didn't have the strength to talk. 

She was gasping for air and panting. Her breathing was coinciding with his thrusting and they were both soaking wet from perspiration. Marci was biting the shit out of Ben's shoulder and Ben had a big gold chain around his neck that was smacking Marci in the face. His sweat was dripping onto Marci and was running in a current between her soft tits. 

Bill was standing behind Ben watching his friend's black ass pounding the small white body under him. Ben's cock was appearing and disappearing into Marci's white cunt. Ben's balls were slapping Marci's ass so hard that Bill could hear them and realized that Marci was taking Ben's entire length and girth deep her belly. Marci was kicking Ben with her heels as he prepared to breed her. 

Marci could feel his body tense and knew that he was about to unload everything he had in her. A flood came over Marci as she allowed herself to climax first. Marci saw lightening and rainbows and flowers. Ben had been fucking her like a jackhammer and didn't slow down as he exploded inside her. He fucked her even harder and extended the length of time that her orgasm lasted. Ben gave her his final push and collapsed on top of her. 

It was a few minutes before he had the strength to move off of her. She couldn't have moved him if she had wanted to. As Marci lay there she thought to herself that Ben, with a little help from Bill, had just given her the best fucking she had ever had. Ben thought so too. 

They were finished with her. Bill had gone into the master bath to clean up and Ben had gone backtracking thru the house to collect his clothing. Marci was sitting on the Bed resting. She still had cum all over her face and the comforter under her ass was wet from a collection of all of their bodily fluids. As Ben reentered the bedroom, Marci noticed that he had been in the guest bathroom. He was washing his cock with a designer towel that was hanging up for display purposes only. 

Ben looked at Marci and thru her the towel that he had been using. He didn't say anything to her as she took the towel and began to wipe the cum off her face. She spread her legs and was wiping her thighs wondering when she had lost her modesty. 

Both men were within five feet of her and talking to each other about her like she wasn't even in the room. Ben told Bill that she was a great fuck and that he would have to make it up to Bill for the favor. Men!. Minutes before, she had been the center of their attention and they would have tried to kill anyone who would try to take her from them. Now that they were through with her, she didn't exist. Ben could have at least gotten her a clean towel and told her "thank you," considering that she had allowed him to enter her home and use her for anything he had wanted, not to mentioned that she had also committed adultery. 

As they were walking out of the door, Bill walked over to her and stuck out his hand toward her face. He rubbed his thumb on her cheek and said, "missed a spot." Bill then cupped her chin in his hand and placed his thumb against her lips and transferred what he had collected from her cheek onto her lips. Marci bit his thumb and smiled at him. Bill and Ben were almost to the front door when Marci yelled, "Thanks guys."

"Don't mention it" one of them replied.

Ben had late afternoon reservations on Southwest Air to go back home to the Bay Area that night. He had been there on business and would have loved to stay for the Marci and Brenda gangbang. It sounded like a lot of fun. He came up every couple of months so he figured he could have a little more of this fine piece ass later. Bill was a great friend even though he was an employee. Ben would have to "set up" Bill the next time he was in the Bay Area. 

Ben thought that he should also call Gary and thank him for picking up the tab for lunch the other day with him and Bill. He mostly wanted to tell him what a great wife he had. Never in his life had he had such a great blowjob. Black or white. He remembered how Gary had told him that he could have her as often as he was in Portland, but he didn't want Marci to know that they were acquaintances. 

Ben understood the turn-on. His wife, Trisha, was Black and liked to go out with other men. She didn't care what color they were. (At least Marci had good taste!) Bill had already fucked Trisha a dozen times, and like a true gentleman, Ben offered his wife to Gary. It was the least he could do. Gary said. "I don't think Marci would go for it. She is jealous as hell." Sandy and Brenda were Ok with her. She didn't think of them as other women." 

Ben smiled. He wanted to tell Gary that after what Marci had allowed him and Bill to do to her, she would be in no place to complain if Gary fucked Trisha. He wanted Gary to fuck Trisha and he couldn't understand where Gary was coming from. Gary wasn't that far away. 

Gary thought that Baboons have a perfect sexual life. They mate for life and when their wife/partner or whatever they call her comes into heat, all the male baboons in their group, including her mate, line up, behind her. They all take turns on her until she has had enough fucking. These male baboons fuck her and then go to the end of the line, and stand in line until their turn comes up and they can fuck her again. It was fucking perfect Gary thought. 

It would be a moment of truth for Marci, he thought to himself. He hoped that she would lie tell him about the affair. He was torn between, hearing from her cum covered lips what those Black cocks had done to her, and what her adulterous heart might withhold from him. That would consummate her complete metamorphous from a Loyal, sweet, truthful wife to the cum sucking whore for black cock that he had worked so hard to turn her into. He would start calling her Baboo. He smiled.

Someone had tried to call Gary while he was on his cell call with Ben. When the call ended, Gary punched "missed call" and the display said "HOME." Gary was only 5 minutes away. He changed lanes and headed for the off ramp to Rock Creek. 

When Gary arrived home he found the front door locked. As he entered the foyer, he was greeted by Oscar. It took only a second for Gary to scope the main part of the house for Marci and Lori. Gary started toward the back of the house and glanced into Lori's room as he walked down the hallway. Lori was sleeping soundly. That was a good sign he thought. 




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 02



Gary then walked into his room. Marci was Laying face down on the bed, on top of the comforter. She was naked and any other time, he would have thought that she had summoned him to service her. He liked getting Booty calls. He started walking toward her and it hit him. The stench of sex was heavy in the air. He took another breath to verify and to add the scent evidence to what he was collecting visually. He noticed that she had spilled something on his side of the bed. There was a large wet spot on the comforter and the bed was a mess. He noticed a soiled towel, that he was never to use, lying on the floor next to the bed. 

Gary sat down on the edge of the bed as Marci turned over to face her husband. The look on her face and the smell that covered her told him what he already knew. Gary leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He identified the musty taste on her lips as the same substance that had spewed from Bill's large Black cock and covered his face only a few evenings before. 

Marci received his kiss then kissed him back. Without saying a word, she had confessed her adultery and had received absolution from the man she loved. Gary moved his face toward her midsection and Marci spread her legs. She knew what he wanted to do and would not deny him, especially after forgiving her. Gary buried his face into her cunt and thought he might just stay there for the rest of the day. It felt really good and Gary was a master at licking her clitoris exactly the way she liked it licked. 

She put her hands on the back of his head and noticed that her wedding ring looked odd. On closer examination, she found that it didn't sparkle because it was covered in cum. She had missed the back of her hand as she was cleaning up. Marci licked the ring and the back of her hand. "There, that was better, all nice and shinny again." She said to herself. 

Then, as she licked her lips another thought entered her mind. Hmmmmm Ben. Marci, Mrs. Gary Clark, Whore for Black Cock, closed her eyes and let her husband finish his task, of bringing her to her final orgasm of the day, while she savored this new flavor of chocolate. This orgasm was soft and mild. 

After, Marci asked Gary to hold her until she fell asleep. She was a woman and needed to be cuddled, even if the man doing the cuddling was not the man (or men) doing the fucking. Gary was lying back against the big pillows and Marci was snuggled up next to him. Gary had thrown an Afghan over her bare legs and had his arm around her. He had opened his pants and had his free had in his boxer shorts massaging his hard dick. 

Marci had fantastic milk white skin but she bruised easily. Gary had to be careful not to leave marks where her touched her. You wouldn't need to be a forensic scientist to see what they had done to her. Handprints were everywhere, especially on her ass and back. She had been mauled. 

Gary was thinking about what had gone on in his bed the previous hour and how Marci had confessed. Well maybe she wasn't a cheating whore after all, and besides, he didn't think it could get any better than this. Marci was just dozing off and said, "Oh by the way Dear, would you mind if I took a couple of days and went shopping in San Francisco?" 

Gary's heart skipped a beat and replied, "That sounds like fun, when would you like us to go?" Marci, without opening her eyes, said, "I thought I might go alone. You don't like to shop and I could use a few days by myself." Gary said, so softly that Marci couldn't hear, "Good idea you cheating fucking whore for black cock," and then he moaned a little bit. "What did you say?" she asked. "I said it sounded like fun." Gary said. Gary then decided he needed to get up and clean the cum off his hand and change his boxers before he went back to work.

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Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 03



Gary got up earlier than normal Saturday morning. He hadn’t slept much the night before. He was thinking about all that had transpired in the previous seven days of he and Marci’s new lifestyle. Had it only been a week? He went out to the street to get the paper and noticed that he needed to mow the lawn again. Yes, he thought to himself, it had only been a week. He mowed the lawn last Saturday morning, the morning before the night that he gave his wife to Bill. He would mow it again this morning, the morning before the night that he would give his wife and sister to five or six Black men. He was walking back up the steps to his front door thinking that he would wait few hours. No need to piss-off the neighbors. Gary also noticed a slight pain in his loins. “A constant hard-on, 24 hours a day for seven days will do that to you”, he said to himself. 

He was surprised to see Marci up so early when he returned to the kitchen. She couldn’t sleep either. Gary walked over to where she was standing and gave her a little one armed hug. “How you doing?” he asked. She shrugged her shoulders with an “Ok I guess”. She didn’t sound too good. Gary had learned her vibes well and there was something on her mind. These were the kind of vibes that usually ended up with him doing the bleeding. “Fuck”, he said to himself.

Thirty miles away, Bill was up too. He had a lot of work to do to prepare for the party that evening. He wouldn’t have the party at his condo. The walls were far too thin for the kind of noise. The clubhouse was available but that would really be something. “Hell,” he thought. “They would probably sell all the unsold units if word got around town as to the kind of parties that the Homeowners’ were having.” No, Bill had the perfect place. His friend Eric was a horse trainer/breeder and lived way out in the sticks. He was single and loved the idea of having the party in his rec room. Bill and Eric had joked about it for a couple of year’s, never thinking it would really happen. The house was secluded and far enough away from the neighbors that gunshots would be the only way to get their attention. Gangbangs are noisy and Marci and Brenda could make as much noise as they wanted. Eric was a country western cowboy stud. He was a tough guy and not someone you messed with. Most people, who knew him, thought he had gotten tough from working in the outdoors with horses and cattle all of his life. Not the case, Eric had spent 5 years in the “big house” for armed robbery when he was in his 20’s. That was two decades ago and something that Eric never talked about. He wasn’t Bill’s first choice for a “servicer” but he had the location. The other thing Eric had going; he the biggest cock of the bunch and Eric loved using it to train white women. Somehow Bill knew that Marci would love this stud. 

The house was a big ranch style design about 30 years old. The stables, hay barn and paddocks were much newer and were located behind the house. Just off the kitchen was a huge recreation room with a 55” projection TV on the far wall. The room had a lot of overstuffed furniture, a wet bar and a floor to ceiling fireplace. Bill and Eric decided that by moving a couple of pieces of furniture, they would have enough space in the center of the room to accommodate two queen size mattresses from the bedrooms. 

Like all parties, this one needed a lot of attention. This would be the third gangbang that Bill would participate in and his first to plan. A lot could go wrong. He needed to have a back-up plan should the two “guests of honor” bomb on him. It would be a “poker” party with chips, beer and a few “black on white” gangbang movies. Skin flicks would be playing no matter what kind of party they had. GB parties seldom went as planned. It wasn’t always the “guests of honor” that chickened out. Women would probably not agree with him, but Bill believed that a GB was tougher mentally on the studs than the sluts. “All the Bitches really had to do was be available, and the guys would do all the work.” he thought. Guys spent their entire lives worried that they might sport a hard-on in the showers with their buddies. Now, they not only had to get a “woody” in front of the other guys, they had to keep it hard and be able to cum at the optimum moment. Not too soon and not too long. It was embarrassing to have some whore on her knees with her tongue sticking out, waiting for you to give her a load down the throat and you can’t cum, or your dick goes limp. The other guys in the circle will never let you forget it. “Limp Dick” would be your new nickname. Worse yet, was the fate worse than death that had almost gotten Bill a few years before. He and a few guys were loading up on bean dip and beer. Later in the evening, he was in a four man, one white wife “fuck-a-thon”. Bill had her bent over double and was slamming all nine inches of his cock in her 10 inch white cunt. Her hard ass was pounding the shit out of his lower abdomen where the bean dip was fermenting with the beer and mixing into a gas so toxic that he could have sold to the Pentagon. He just made it outside with only seconds to spare. “Yes, the whores have the easy part, ” he thought. 

As usual there was good news and bad news. Thomas had chickened out and wasn’t coming, but the good news was, the other three guys were all bringing a friend. “Let’s see, the three guys, the three friends, himself and Eric. That made eight studs and two whores. Four-to-two”, Bill figured. Bill had not met Brenda and couldn’t count on her. She would probably chicken out like Thomas did. That would give Marci eight big Black cocks. He wouldn’t tell her or Gary how many guys would be there until they arrived. ”No reason to scare them off”, he thought. Then he pictured Marci with the eight guys with Gary watching. “Not to worry”, the told himself. “Marci was a sure fuck.” 

Bill must have known something about Marci that Gary didn’t, because everything was turning to shit right in front of Gary’s eyes. He had left her alone most of the morning. He mowed the lawn at 7am. “Fuck the neighbors. If they knew what his problem was, they would forgive him”, he said to himself. Gary had hoped that the evil spirit that had entered his lovely wife had departed. “Wrong again.” Marci was in one of those moods all right. She said, “You don’t love me, if you did, you wouldn’t let any of those black bastards touch me.” “Where had this come from?” Gary asked himself. “Three days ago she was banging some guy she didn’t even know and loving it, now….?” “I’m not going.,” she told him. “Besides, this is a guy thing”, she said. “If you want those guys fucked so bad, then go let them fuck you in the ass. You might like it and you can tell me about it when you get home while I will jack off”, she yelled at Gary. Something was really bothering her. Gary’s mind began racing in reverse trying to discover where he had fucked up. Like most men and all husbands, he came up completely empty. His male brain couldn’t even begin to understand that all she wanted from him was support. Even though she was a fucking whore for black cock, she was still doing it for Gary and he was not giving her attention or recognition that she deserved for sacrificing herself for his animalistic lusts, wants and desires. She wasn’t scared even though she was a little nervous about a gangbang. Gary had been going on for days about how much she was going to enjoy fucking a bunch of black guys. What Gary didn’t pick up on, was that she felt she was doing it for Gary. The pleasure for her would be secondary even though she would enjoy the hell out of it. “Gary should have been on his knees, kissing her ass for sucking and fucking black guys for him,” she thought. She had become a slut for HIM. Marci knew that if Gary were a woman, he would be a slut. He wasn’t a woman, so he turned her into a slut. Gary, on the other hand, thinking like a man, figured that she probably couldn’t wait to get fucked by all of the black guys, because she was a natural born slut. He was just helping her find the real Marci. “Go figure”, Gary said to himself.

The doorbell rang. Marci didn’t acknowledge the bell and Gary went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, a young teenage boy stood there with a long white box with a large red bow. The boy asked, “Is Mrs. Marci Clark available?” The box was the kind that florists use for long stem red roses. Marci hearing her name walked to the door and took the box. Walking back to the kitchen, Marci pulled off the ribbon and removed the lid. Sure enough, she counted 24 beautiful long stem roses. As Marci took them to the sink, wondering where she had placed her vase, she looked at Gary. Gary, dumbfounded shrugged his shoulders. “Not me”, he said. Marci looked further in the box and found a large 8 ½ by 11 inch, sealed envelope with her name handwritten on it. She opened the envelope and removed its contents. It was the photo that she had e-mailed to Bill. Written across the bottom of the photo was the caption, “Your reservations for two are confirmed for this evening Mrs. Clark. Our staff looks forward to being of service to you.” It was the photo of a married white woman with three huge black cocks penetrating her cunt, ass and mouth. This time though, names were written on each of the three black studs. Bill, Richard and Robert. 

Marci didn’t know what to think. She looked at the flowers, at Gary and at the photo. Marci walked back to her bedroom with the photo and switched on her computer monitor. She had saved the JPEG on her desktop. As she clicked on the icon, the photo filled the screen. The image on her HP monitor was far superior to that from the ink jet copy. Marci stared at the photo for over five minutes, before turning off the monitor. She walked over to her dresser and pulled open the drawer where she kept her underwear. Marci then pulled out Bill’s black t-shirt and put it to her face and breathed in the smell like she had done countless times over the past week. Marci felt a tingling in her cunt and began to feel her nipples harden. She was becoming aroused, but this time it didn’t have anything to do with pheromones. Marci was a bona fide whore for black cock now and all she had to do was to see a black man or think of one and her body went into action. She pulled at the string at her waist and let her sweat pants to fall to her feet. She, then removed the only other article of clothing she was wearing, the matching top and let it fall to the floor with the pants. Marci pulled the t-shirt over her head and walked back to the kitchen where Gary was removing the roses from the box. Marci walked up behind Gary and put her arms around his large chest. Marci squeezed him as she whispered in his ear. “Gary, would you do me a favor?” she asked. “Sure Marci, anything”, he replied. “Would you please shave my pussy? Bill really likes it that way.”

Gary took her back to the bedroom where he had her sit on the edge of the bed and lie back against the pillows. He filled a pan with hot water and with a new razor and a can of shaving cream he began the preparations of removing the week old hair that had begun to grow around her cunt. Gary took far more time than needed for the simple job. He would shave a little and then he would eat her pussy a little. Gary was a master at eating pussy. He would give her soft little licks with his tongue and then stop when she began to move her hips against his mouth. What added to the excitement, and made her quite crazy was, while Gary would be shaving her, he would tell her what he wanted her to let those Black men do to her. She found it interesting that he was specific about her allowing them to fuck her rather than having her fuck them. She guessed it was a bigger turn on to him if she was submissive. She liked being submissive anyway and it didn’t matter much either way. Just as long as she had Black cocks. His detail was graphic and at first a little disgusting, but the more instructions he gave her, the more she loved it. She made a conscious effort to remember every suggestion. Marci, in keeping with her oath to herself, stopped Gary just short of orgasm. She would wait for something larger than his tongue in her cunt, something hard and black. 

Brenda had spent all afternoon doing her nails and preparing for the evening. She had packed her “special” outfit in her overnight bag. Susie Ann didn’t have any plans for the evening and had agreed to watch Lori. Brenda had told her that she was going out of town with Gary and Marci and probably wouldn’t be back until Sunday morning. 

Just as the weekend before, Gary dropped off Lori around 2 PM. Brenda returned with Gary to get ready with Marci. Gary hadn’t talked to his sister all week and was a little nervous on the 10-minute drive back to his house. Gary was thinking of what he could say and, “Well sis, are you all excited about the gangbang tonight?” didn’t seem to be the icebreaker he needed. Instead he asked her if she was as nervous as he was. It was the right thing to say because the silence was killing Brenda. Gary didn’t know it, but with Marci’s help, Brenda had made up her mind weeks ago to try some black cock. The gangbang idea had just come up within the past week, and Gary had to be thinking his sister was the ultimate slut. All he knew was, that Marci had told her about the evening with Bill and, that Brenda had agreed to do a gangbang the following weekend. She didn’t have any need to worry. Gary had given up any negative thoughts he would have about his sister fucking black guys when he had given his wife to Bill. What was making Gary nervous was what Brenda would think about him cleaning her up with his tongue. Brenda could read him like a book. “Marci said that you were nervous about the clean-up thing, are you?” Brenda asked. “Yea”, replied Gary. “Don’t worry about it big guy”, she said. “I got thru that days ago. And”, she added, “I’m actually starting to look forward to it a little. What worries me is that one of those really big guys might like doing you better than me,” she teased. The ice was broken and they laughed as they shared how much they both were looking forward to the evening. 

No sooner than they had arrived at Gary’s house, Marci and Brenda were leaving again in Marci’s car to pick up few things they needed from the drug store. Gary needed to drop by The Good Guys to purchase a new battery and some blank cassettes for his camcorder. He also wanted to check out their digital cameras.  

Marci and Brenda had gotten home before Gary and were back in the bedroom with the door shut. Gary was reading the instructions for his new Cannon Digital Camera and wanted to take a few photos to see how they would look on his computer. He knocked on his own bedroom door and asked permission to enter. “We were talking about girl things”, Brenda said to her brother as he entered the room. “Funny, he had always thought of gangbangs as a guy thing”, he thought to himself. They were both wearing bathrobes and it was apparent that they had already bathed.

“Hey! Check out this new digital camera I got today.” Gary told Marci. “You don’t have to develop the film. Just shoot the pictures, download them into the computer and, just like that, instant porn. Let me take a couple of you guys and give it the acid test”, he asked. Of course they were not ready, and neither wanted their picture taken just yet. Reluctantly, and with a promise from Gary that he would delete the photos, they agreed. Brenda’s hands were shaking as she removed her robe. Gary had seen Marci nude a million times, but the last time he had seen Brenda in the buff was when she was about five years old and he had entered the bathroom when he shouldn’t have. “Fuck me” he said to himself. She was incredible. Her tits were perfect and had huge round brown circles around her nipples. Her nipples were as large as gumdrops and he figured would be just about as sweet. Brenda didn’t shave her pussy like Gary had done for Marci. Brenda had a jet-black patch that had been carefully trimmed short and in the perfect shape of a heart. Brenda had full and very definite hips. She wasn’t as trim as Marci and the fullness of her hips and bust contrasted with her very small waist. Rick had been absolutely right in saying that Brenda was all tits and ass. “So how long are you going to stare at Brenda,” Marci asked. “Sorry, she is so sexy” Gary replied. “Yes, she is”, Marci agreed. Brenda’s cheeks were getting red as her brother and sister admired her body. Gary had them stand in a few different poses. He closed the blind on the bedroom window to shut off as much light as possible and took a few test photos in dimly lit conditions. “OK”, he said, “That should do it.” Marci walked over to Gary as he sat down at the computer. “Will you do something for us now?” Marci asked him. “Sure, anything” he said. Marci motioned for him to follow as she and Brenda walked to the bathroom, where Marci opened a plastic bag filled of items from the drugstore. Marci removed a couple of boxes about two inches square and about seven inches tall. FLEET ENEMA was written on the boxes. “We need to completely evacuate”, Marci said. “Every one of those guys will want to fuck us in the ass and believe me, that is one clean up job that you will not want.” Marci handed Gary the two boxes. As he was looking at the directions he glanced at Brenda, she was moving to the side of the raised bath tub next to Marci who was already on her hands and knees with her beautiful bare ass pointing at Gary. Brenda winked at Gary and took her position next to Marci. Gary was standing there with two enemas in his hands looking square into their cunts. “Holy Shit”, was what he tried to say but ended up gasping for a breath of air as he realized that he wasn’t breathing. Both of the girls began wiggling their asses at him saying, “give it to me Baby, make it hurt. OH YES, FUCK ME HARDER”, they screamed in laughter. “All right, very funny”, Gary said as he stuck one of the enemas in Marci’s ass and the other into Brenda’s. Per the instructions, Gary emptied the contents of the plastic bottles into their rectums. Gary took his time and couldn’t resist feeling Marci’s cunt with one hand and Brenda’s plump ass with the other. He slowly removed the applicators from their tight ass holes when Marci said, “Gary, quit fucking around and get done with it.” As Gary tossed the empty applicators in the trash he glanced in the plastic bag from the drug store. In it was a couple of boxes of different kinds of condoms. Some were bright colors, and there were some sheepskins as well. Also in the bag were four small plastic bottles of “super slick” lubricant made specially for fucking. In addition, there were four more Fleet enemas. “Stocking up Dear?” Gary asked. “A girl has got to be prepared” she said. “And by the way, you are going to do the shopping for this stuff next time. You should have seen the look on the check-out kid’s face when he realized what we were buying.” Marci said. Brenda added, “I’ll bet he keeps that hard on till morning.” “Now get out of here, we really do have some girl business to attend to.” Marci told Gary. Brenda passed Gary on the way out of the master bath. She was heading for the guest bathroom. 

Gary fixed himself a drink while waiting for the girls and was putting the blank cassettes in his camera bag when they made their exit from the bedroom. Gary just about came in his shorts when he saw what they were wearing. Marci and Brenda had gone shopping earlier in the week for something “special” for a gangbang. None of the slut clothing that Gary and Marci had purchased the week prior seemed appropriate for the occasion. As though they would be wearing anything for very long. Marci was wearing a white see through petticoat nightie. The top was low cut and short and came down low so that her shoulders were bare. You could see her fabulous tits right thru the white material. The skirt was full, very short and had a ruffle around the bottom. It was just long enough to cover her pussy in the front but revealed much of her ass in the back. The skirt was also transparent. She was wearing a matching thong. Marci had her hair up like she did when she was cleaning. She was wearing red lipstick and dark eye shadow. “God Damn, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen”, he said to himself. 




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 03



Brenda was wearing a long auburn wig and a bright blue tassel “cowgirl” nightie with sleeves that went from her fingers to just above her elbows. The nightie was made of tassels that hung in a “V” across her breast and just in front of her pussy. Both of her hips were bare with only a thin strap that went to around to her ass where another grouping of tassels covered the crack of her ass. If she shook a little, everything under the tassels was revealed. With that terrific wig, make up and incredible nightie, Gary couldn’t believe that this hotter than hot vixen was his sister. If ever he had wanted to fuck his sister, right then would have been fine. “Put your eyes back in your head Gary and tell us how we look”, Marci said as she watched Gary stare at Brenda. Neither one was wearing shoes, and both were wearing gold ankle chains. “Do you think those guys will want to fuck us?” Marci asked holding her shirt out and doing a cute little curtsey. “There isn’t a man, dead or alive, including all the gay ones, that wouldn’t do the both of you.” Gary answered. It dawned on him at that moment that there were about five or six black men with big hard black cocks waiting to take these unbelievably sexy women and use them like sluts for any thing they wanted. Gary’s dick was hard just looking at them, but knowing that they had dressed this way and had gone to all of the trouble to make sure their hair and make up was perfect, made his dick even harder. They were whores for black cock all right and it would not be long now. 

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Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 04



Marci and Brenda talked like schoolgirls all the way,. “Do you think they will like this perfume?” Brenda asked. “You are going to love Bill”, Marci said. Gary figured they were nervous. He sure as hell was, and small talk wasn’t cutting it for him. He hoped that Bill would have another double JD for him as he walked in the door.  

It was about a 45-minute drive to Eric’s ranch. It took them over an hour to get there because Gary had taken a wrong turn. “Why is it that no one marks the roads in the country? You can go for miles and never know you going the wrong way.” Gary said as he drove past the large green gate to Eric’s ranch. 

“Look at all the cars”, Brenda said in a weak, crackling voice. “I see them”, was all Marci was able to get out.  It looked like a car lot. Gary noticed in addition to the quantity of automobiles, they were pricey.  Mercedes, and BMW made up the majority.  

Gary got out and went around and opened Marci’s door and then the rear door for Brenda. Both of the girls had long leather coats on over their outfits and slip on shoes.  Gary popped the trunk and grabbed his camera bag and the two gym bags that Marci and Brenda had brought along. In them they had sweat suits, for the ride home, the drug store items and a few pounds of the things that women never go anywhere without, even to a gangbang.

“I was wondering if you guys were heading the other way”, Bill said as he met them on the front porch. “God Damn Marci, you weren’t kidding when you said Brenda was gorgeous,” Bill said as he held out his hand to Brenda. “I’m Bill and I hope that we can become very, very good friends.” “Marci has told me all about you Bill”, Brenda replied taking his hand in hers. “Everything?” Bill asked Brenda. “Everything” Marci replied. Bill squeezed Brenda’s hand and said, “Please Brenda, save the first dance for me.” Brenda smiled as it dawned on her what Bill was really asking. “Lets go inside and let me introduce you around”, Bill said as he opened the door for them to enter. As they were going thru the door Gary said to Bill, “You mean pass them around, don’t you sport”?  “To everyone except you old man”, Bill chuckled.  Bill pointed to a door off the kitchen, as he led the three of them thru Eric’s house.  “Everyone is in the rec room,” Bill told them. 

Gary could hear music and loud talking and laughter coming from the room. The smell of tobacco smoke hung in the air. Gary didn’t smoke and was already hoping that someone would open a window.  As they entered, everyone in the room became silent. They walked single file with Bill in the lead, Marci and Brenda behind Bill, followed by Gary, they walked into and across the room to a long wet bar. The room was about 25’ by 30’ with a fire burning in a big fireplace. In the middle of the room were mattresses covered with sheets and about a dozen large pillows scattered around.  Crammed together, overstuffed furniture and coffee tables filled the remainder of the room with the exception of the two foot wide by ten foot long wet bar along one wall. On the opposite wall was a big projection TV, encased in an entertainment center. There was no mistaking that a hardcore X-rated move was playing on the TV with no sound. It was a white woman being gangbanged by a group of black men. 

What was more noticeable than anything else in the room was what appeared to be a dozen, fully clothed, black men standing by the bar and sitting on the overstuffed furniture.  Most all of them had either a mixed drink, or a bottle of beer in their hands. They were all staring in unbelief at Marci and Brenda. All of the men began to smile giving facial expressions that showed total appreciation of what was going to be a very pleasurable experience. These whores were much hotter than Bill had promised, which was not what they had expected. Their smiles disappeared when Gary made eye contact with any of them. Their expressions were unanimous, if they all had been asked to choose which unnecessary piece of furniture should be tossed out the back door to make more room; they would have all chosen Gary. 

Like the girls, and half of the black buys in the room, Gary had never been to a gangbang before. He had seen plenty of them in X-rated movies, and knew that most all were staged and directed.  All of the movies, he could remember, began with everyone naked and already sucking and fucking. “How do you go from here to there”, he wondered. It wasn’t his problem. 

All but two of the guys at the bar moved away. The remaining two guys were tall, well dressed and groomed. They were good-looking, muscular, and had great smiles. They, along with Bill, represented the warm-up team.  Other than Bill, no one in the room even acknowledged Gary’s presence. It was as though he was a nonentity. Bill very quickly handed Gary a double JD and suggested, in no uncertain terms, to go to the other side of the room, sit the fuck down and keep his mouth shut.  The only available chair open was between two black guys who didn’t look to friendly. Gary would have stood on a bus for 100 miles before taking a seat between them, but he really didn’t want to piss off Bill either. He walked boldly to the chair and sat “the fuck” down. If anyone had said Boo to him he would have pissed himself.  

All the guys in the room were involved in their own conversations. Gary could overhear comments about his wife and sister that would have sent many other men into orbit, but Gary Clark wasn’t like other men. A few of the guys were staring at the blond on the TV getting fucked every way possible. It looked almost like they were watching a training film. Gary noticed that the volume was now turned up pretty loud. The sound of the woman’s screams and moans filled the room.    

It was so fucking smooth, Gary thought. Five of the eight black guys had moved away from Marci and Brenda.  Gary had counted them a couple of times to verify that there weren’t a dozen like he had first thought. All three guys were chatting and laughing with the girls. Both Marci and Brenda still had their coats on. Brenda’s coat had buttons up the front and Marci wore a leather coat with just a leather belt that tied at the waist.  Bill had his arm around Marci while he was talking. She looked as natural as if she were standing talking to Gary and a couple of her friends. Brenda didn’t seem a bit nervous either. Bill had blended a couple of Strawberry daiquiris for the girls and had mixed them pretty strong. Marci and Brenda had finished them fast enough to freeze their throats and were on their second drinks when Bill pulled Marci to him and kissed her on the lips. Marci didn’t resist in the least and kissed him back. Both Brenda and Marci were sitting on bar stools while the three men stood in front of them. As Bill kissed Marci, he let his hand slide down to her lap, where he slowly moved the flap of her leather coat open to expose her bare thighs. At the very moment that his finger touched her leg, they began to move. “Fuck”, Gary said to himself. “Look at that fucking whore. A black guy just touches her and, BANG! She spreads her fucking legs for him. I love this fucking bitch”    Bill felt her legs moving and knew what she wanted and needed. He let his hand move along the soft skin of her thighs to her cunt. At least an inch before coming in contact with her cunt, he could feel her heat. She was burning up and he was not at all surprised to find the panties she was wearing, were sopping wet.  Bill grabbed her cunt and squeezed. Marci had been deep kissing Bill and had her tongue inside his mouth. When he squeezed her cunt, she sighed and went limp and her lips began to quiver and loose contact with his. Marci let her face fall to Bill’s muscled black neck, where she began nibbling and biting. 

About all that Gary could see was Bill’s back. He could tell where Bill’s hands were and he could see Marci’s hands on the back of Bill’s head and neck. But, what put Gary into cardiac arrest, was when Marci moved her head beside Bills, and began to chew on his earlobe. Gary could see her entire face. Not only could he see her entire face, but, he could see her bare legs, from her knees to the tip of her toes on both sides of Bills body.  Marci knew what she was doing with Bill, and it turned her on. But what she was doing to Gary was something fucking evil. As she sat on the barstool, with her legs spread wide, she stopped biting Bill’s ear for a moment and made eye contact with her husband across the room. Knowing full well that a half dozen other men would be watching what she did next, she moved her lips to Bills ear, and no one needed to be a trained lip reader to hear her say, FUCK ME BILL, PLEASE FUCK ME!

Bill had other plans. Marci wasn’t surprised, nor was she the least bit disappointed when Bill backed off and put her hand in Richard’s hand. Richard was a very dark, black man who looked to be about 35 years old. “Hell”, Marci thought, “he could have been 60 for all she knew, but he had a great smile and he was really tall.” This guy could charm the bark off a tree and Marci was enjoying the attention. What feelings she had for Bill to fuck her, were transferred to Richard instantly. This was a gangbang and it was a huge turn on for her to have her lover give her to Richard.  It was almost as big a turn-on for Gary, as it was for Marci.  

As Richard moved in and began kissing Marci, she let him know in seconds that he could do anything to her that he wanted. Marci was going to fuck tonight and whatever these eight guys, as she had also counted, couldn’t come up with on their own, she would suggest before the end of the night.  

Brenda was still sitting on her barstool taking it all in. Two double daiquiris and a couple of hits of pot, from a pipe that had been handed to her, had her pretty damned relaxed.  These guys were just too sweet. They were polite and seemed to care about her more than just wanting to fuck her. They were not quite what she had expected. It didn’t matter though, because as committed as she was, they could probably do just about anything. She wasn’t really scared, nor was she afraid of getting fucked by all these guys. Gary and Marci were there and, Marci was acting like a total slut. Brenda was a little apprehensive about fucking eight strange men, but she resolved the issue quickly when she reminded herself that all of the guys she had slept with were strangers when she had met them. She had fucked them hundreds of times. What’s the big deal if you group six-month’s of fucking in a single night?  No, she was determined to go the limit. She had psyched herself up for a gangbang and wanted the experience for her diary even if it wasn’t as great as she had hoped. 

Bill, leaving Marci in good hands, moved 100% of his attention to Brenda. Robert, the third guy at the bar was paying special attention to the back of Marci’s neck with his lips as he fondled her ass through her coat.  Richard was taking care of intimate details on and in the front part of her slim, white and incredibly soft body. 

Bill hadn’t been exaggerating to Marci when he told her that Brenda was gorgeous. If anything, it was an understatement.  Marci was, by far, the most, “fucking”, beautiful, white woman he had had the pleasure to fuck, but Brenda; If he had to choose, between them, he couldn’t’.  But then he didn’t need to choose. He could have both of them.  Bill moved to Brenda and took her hands in his and pulled her close to him, the way he had done with Marci. Bill told Brenda how beautiful she was.  Brenda said, “Thank you” and blushed.  Brenda allowed Bill to take her in his arms without resistance. Bill was thinking that she seemed even more submissive than Marci had been last weekend when Gary had brought her to him to fuck. Bill, thought about that thought for a moment, “Brenda had to be pretty damned submissive to be more submissive than Marci.” Brenda did not stop Bill as he began to unbutton her coat.

Richard had removed Marci’s coat as Bill was letting Brenda’s coat fall to the floor. Both women stepped out of their slip-on shoes and moved bare foot in front of the men in their cute little “gangbang outfits” as the girls called them. If they lived so long, in a billion years, the men in that room would still remember those “cute” little outfits long after all other memories of what was to transpire that night had faded into oblivion. Some how, some way, Marci and Brenda knew that. 

Gary was watching the faces of the men in the room. All of them were taken back by the beauty and the sensuality of these two white women. “Holy mother of God”, said one of them. “Fuck me”, from another. Bill and Richard walked up behind the girls and guided them, with their hands on their asses, across the room to meet their fans.  There were two guys to Gary’s left and three to his right. All were sitting in a semi circle around the mattresses. Bill took Brenda to Gary’s right and Richard moved Marci to Gary’s left.  One by one, Bill and Richard introduced the men to Marci and Brenda. None of them stood up, but all of them commented on how pretty they were. The guy to Gary’s left told Marci, “I’ve been watching you Baby”, and Marci responded loud enough for Gary to hear. “I’ve been watching you too.  You look like a man who knows what a woman like me needs.”  He reached out his hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh and slowly raised it until it could go no further. He then slid his hand out of her crotch, allowing his finger to rub her cunt from his knuckle to the tip of his finger.  Moving his finger to his nostril, he breathed in and savored her essence.  “Oh Yes, my pretty, I not only know what you need, but I have what you need right here, ” he told her as he placed her hand on the massive bulge in his pants. “Oh my”, she responded as she squeezed his cock.  Richard nudged her on to the next guy. As she passed Gary, Marci winked at him.  After the introductions Bill whispered something in Marci’s ear, then, with a “yes” nod of her head, Bill made the same suggestion to Brenda. 

The girls walked over to Gary and asked him to remove their panties. “What if I say no”, Gary teased as he reached under Marci’s short skirt. “You got a fucking death wish?” the guy on Gary’s left said. “Don’t worry”, Gary said as he pulled the wet panties down his wife’s soft legs. “What a fucking turn-on this was”, Gary thought. Removing his wife’s panties so she could get eight black cocks in her.  When it was Brenda’s turn, he could feel her tense up as he was pulling them off.  No one had molested Brenda like Bill and Richard and Robert had done to Marci.  Gary let his hand stay on her ass for a few seconds as he gave her a little squeeze. Gary couldn’t resist putting her panties to his nose. God she smelled great.  “Hey White Boy, over here with those”, called one of the guys to his right. Gary tossed Brenda’s panties to him. 

What Bill had whispered, and what they had agreed to, was for the girls to put on a little show for the boys. Marci had never done anything bisexual. Brenda had just a little experience when she was in her teens. Marci and Brenda had anticipated this request. Men love to watch women “get it on” and they had decided last Tuesday that they would do it as best they could.  The girls positioned themselves in the middle of the mattresses and began to fondle each other’s breasts while they kissed ever so softly. They had seen enough X-rated films to know how to act and both were surprised at how easy it was.  Marci loved to be kissed, but there was something soft and warm about Brenda’s kisses that she had never experienced.  Marci let her hand slide in between Brenda’s legs and as she touched her cunt, Brenda sighed and pushed herself against Marci’s hand. 

“You are one lucky mother fucker White Boy,” the black guy on Gary’s right said to him.  “If that was my wife, I wouldn’t let these niggers within one hundred miles of her”, he went on to say.  “Shut the fuck up Miller, don’t be putting ideas in White Boy’s head.” Said one of the others. “Hey Miller, the only way you could get a woman like that would be with a mask and a gun, ” said Richard.  Bill, Richard and Robert were removing their clothing as everyone else watched the girls. Gary noticed three of the others had opened their pants and released their cocks from the bondage of their clothing.  They were slowly stroking their cocks as they watched Gary’s wife and sister suck on each other’s tits. 

Gary was amazed that all of these guys were being so patient and polite with Marci and Brenda. If these had been white guys, Gary was sure that Marci and Brenda would have been fucked a couple of times already.  “Interesting”, Gary thought.  “Even though these black guys were going to fuck Marci and Brenda until they couldn’t walk, it appeared that they were genuinely concerned with Marci and Brenda’s feelings. White guys, would be more interested in getting off and could “give a fuck” about the girls’ feelings”, Gary surmised. He would have to remember that thought, and filed it away in his mind to analyze later. 

Eric, the guy sitting to Gary’s left was pretty quiet. He looked hard and weathered, not like the others. The others looked like Bill, professional, white collar, and probably middle income from the look of their cars. Gary had guessed that they were probably all married. Most had wedding rings on and it was obvious, from the indentation on his finger, that one guy had removed his ring.  Gary smiled as he wondered if the guy thought it might make a difference to Marci. What would make a difference for Marci wasn’t his wedding ring, it was the eight or nine inch, hard, black cock he had in hand.  

Gary assumed that this was Eric’s house. He was dressed in a western shirt, Levys with a big western belt, and cowboy boots.  Eric was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a chair that looked like it was a place he sat a lot.  “White Boy”, Eric said to Gary. Gary was wondering what this White Boy shit was all about. His name was Gary, but then he remembered that no one had introduced him. Gary looked at Eric as Eric asked, “You like to watch your wife getting fucked?” Gary nodded “yes”.  “The blond one is your wife?” Eric asked. Again, Gary nodded “yes”.  “I’m going to fuck her first”, Eric said. Gary wondered if he should say “Gee, thanks mister”. 

Brenda was on her back and moving her hips up and down as Marci licked her clitoris.  They had removed each other’s “outfits” and were, with the exception of the ankle chains, totally nude. Marci and Brenda were really getting into the scene and the atmosphere of the smoke filled, dimly lit room, with the sounds from the X-rated movie, and the presence of a group of strange black men.  The men were sitting just a few feet from them and the girls couldn’t help but notice that some of the men were stroking their cocks, and getting ready to fuck them. Marci was on her knees and elbows. She had purposely positioned her ass up in the air pointing directly at two guys who could have reached out and touched her cunt.  She loved being a cock teaser and she loved what happed to cock teasers even more.

Bill, Robert and Richard had their clothing off and, like some of the others, were stoking their cocks, as they watched Marci and Brenda.  Bill was first to step onto the mattress. In an instant Richard and Robert moved forward. “Let the fucking begin”, Gary said under his breath.  Richard knelt beside Marci and let his hand slide along her back to her ass. He began stroking her cunt and let a couple of his fingers enter her. Marci hips began to move up and down automatically. She moved her knees further apart and positioned her cunt to take her first black cock that evening. Blood was pounding in Gary’s temples as his heart began to race.  The anticipation of watching Richard fuck his wife, and how eager she was to get fucked by a man she had only known for a few minutes, was just about all Gary could handle.  He wanted to scream, “FUCK HER!” but he was cut off by someone else who said, “Give it to her Richard, that fucking bitch wants it bad”.  Robert moved in front of Marci and pulled her away from Brenda. Marci knew what was in store for her and thought to herself that she and Brenda would have plenty of opportunities to finish what they both were enjoying so much. Their “girl time” get together times would be dramatically different in the future Marci promised herself. Robert was up on his knees and had the most beautiful black cock Marci had ever seen within an inch of her mouth. Marci opened her lips and began to lick Robert’s cock and balls. Richard had moved behind Marci and with one carefully aimed stroke, he buried his fat nine-inch black cock deep into Marci’s belly.  The sound Marci made when Richard’s cock plunged into her cunt, let every man in the room know that she “fucking loved it”. 




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As Richard and Robert had made their move on Marci, Bill approached Brenda. She was still on her back and Bill began kissing and sucking on her perfect tits. Brenda was in heaven and loved it when Bill began moving south to unexplored territory. God, Brenda loved to have a man eat her and Bill wasted no time in getting his tongue into that hot sweet cunt. Bill was on top with his cock and balls over Brenda’s face. All he had to do to make it a perfect 69 was to lower his cock into her mouth. 

Oh gag, Brenda thought. If there was one thing about sex that Brenda didn’t like, it was sucking cock. It wasn’t so much the sucking part that she didn’t like, it was the cum. For her, cum was more like snot than honey. She knew that a lot of women, including her sister, loved it, but no way was anyone going to cum in her mouth or her face for that matter.  Pre-cum was just as bad, and Bills cock was dripping with it. Brenda took Bill’s cock in her hand and began to kiss it and stoke it. She knew how to compensate for oral sex in other ways. One of those ways was to get Bill’s cock in her cunt as soon as possible.

“That’s what I thought”, Eric said to Gary. “Your sister, she’s not been broke to the saddle yet”. “What do you mean?” Gary asked. “Look at your wife how she sucks and fucks black cock. Some Brother’s spent a lot of time training that bitch.” Eric said. Gary responded, “Yea, Bill did her last weekend”. Eric looked at Gary and smiled at him. “Bill was a good rider”, Eric thought to himself, “but he’s not a trainer. Some other, more experienced Niger’s had White Boy’s little white wife in the woodshed a lot more than once. But, no reason to make trouble”, he thought. “Yep, that was probably it, but what worked on your wife last weekend ain’t getting it done with your sister”, Eric said to Gary.  “So what’s the solution?” Gary asked. “I could do it, but it’s a hell of a lot of work, and I am looking forward to letting that hot little wife of yours do the riding.” Eric said as he put his hand on his cock. “You can do them both”, Gary offered. 

Eric thought about it as he watched Bill and Brenda. Bill had given up on the blowjob and had turned around and was fucking Brenda in the missionary position.  Brenda was enjoying the fucking but she was not engaging as much as Eric felt she should be. “Oh, what the hell”, Eric said. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and got up and walked over behind the bar. He found what he was looking for and returned to where Gary was sitting. Eric had a long leather belt, a thin riding crop and a pair of handcuffs. Eric tossed the handcuffs and the belt to Jerry, the black guy sitting next to Gary on his right. “Tie White Boy up, I don’t want him to get hurt.” Eric said to him.  Gary was sitting on a kitchen chair. Gary did not resist and put his hands behind so Jerry could put the cuffs on him. Then Jerry put the belt around Gary’s chest and pulled it tight.  

Eric began to remove his clothing. First his boots and socks, and then his jeans. “Holy shit”, Gary said loud enough for Jerry to hear. Eric didn’t wear underwear. Boxers wouldn’t do any good unless they went down almost to his knees. Gary correctly guessed that Eric’s Nickname was HORSE, and not because he trained them. This guy had a cock that made the hung black guys look tiny. It also made Gary think he didn’t have a Dick, let alone a cock. Eric pulled off his western shirt and Gary saw that Eric’s upper body was covered with tattoos. Not the pretty colorful ones, that everyone wears nowadays, but tattoos that didn’t make sense unless you had been to prison. In addition to the tattoos, there were numerous scars that Gary would bet that no one had ever had the balls to ask about. Eric had a persona about him, similar to the invisible force that will cause two magnets to repel one another when coming in contact. When Eric moved, everyone in the room moved too, mostly to get out of his fucking way.   Eric walked over to Bill and Brenda. Normally, you do not interfere with a man that is fucking a woman unless you want to meet Jesus sooner than planned. It was like a pecking order. Bill was as intimidated by Eric as Gary was by every man in the room.  “Turn her over and fuck doggie style”, Eric instructed Bill.  Bill pulled out and in a second, had rolled her over, lifted her ass up and reinserted his cock in her cunt.  She was tight as hell and Bill loved the feel of tight pussy. Eric watched as Bill gave Marci the fucking of her life, up to that moment, that is. Eric told Bill that he wanted him to fuck her mouth. Bill had already tried that and failed, but he would do what he was told. Besides being a scary SOB, Eric had a riding crop in his hand. Bill had taken English riding lessons a few years before and knew that a crop with a large leatherhead on the end, was designed to make a lot of noise when you whacked a horse. The one Eric had in his hand was hard and super thin with no leather pad. This one was designed to inflict a shit-load of pain on a horse’s ass and Bill’s ass was not going to find out what is was like. Bill pulled his cock out of Brenda’s tight little cunt and reached forward and grabbed her arm and pulled her around. Bill was sitting on his heels and grabbed Brenda’s head with both hands and pulled her face toward his cock.  Brenda resisted.  WHACK! Was the sound the crop made on Brenda’s ass as Eric let her have it. Brenda screamed like someone had put a hot poker against her ass. The pain she felt wasn’t that much different. “Take his cock in your mouth”, Eric calmly instructed. She still resisted. WHACK! Again Gary heard the sound, along with another responsive scream from Brenda.  “Gary”, she cried. Gary was a little tied up to be of assistance. Marci was getting fucked in both ends and really wasn’t paying attention. “Now suck his cock bitch”, Eric said a little more sternly than before. Brenda opened her mouth and let Bill insert his cock. She didn’t do much more than suck as Bill held her head still, while he fucked her mouth like it was a cunt.  “OK Bill, cum in her mouth,” Eric told him. “Lucky for Eric”, Bill thought, because he was almost ready to cum anyway. Brenda was crying as he fucked her mouth and for some reason, it really turned him on. Bill’s cock began to throb and Brenda realized what was happening. She tried to get her mouth clear. WHACK! A third time on the same ass cheek. Brenda’s mouth was being raped, her ass was on fire and she couldn’t resist Eric any longer. Bill moaned as he deposited a full load of white thick cum into Brenda’s mouth. She gagged and looked like she would throw up right there.  “Swallow it Bitch, or you get another one”, Eric told her. Brenda, making a face like the one she made the first time she swallowed an oyster, swallowed the cum in her mouth.  As Bill made his exit, Eric turned Brenda over and pulled her legs apart. Brenda was still crying as Eric took the end of his cock in his hand and inserted the tip into Brenda’s well-lubricated cunt. Eric shoved his manhood in as deep as Brenda’s cunt could accept. Brenda was a small woman but had never been with a man who “bottomed out”. Until now that is. 

Gary was furious. “No one was suppose to get hurt. What the fuck was going on”, he thought. Gary fought at the leather strap and handcuffs. “That’s why the fucker tied him up,” Gary said to himself. Bill had set down in Eric’s chair and told Gary to “be quiet and watch.”  “Like I can do anything else you fucker Bill”. Gary said to himself.  Gary had made himself believe that he would say that out loud to Bill if he weren’t tied up.  Gary saw Eric’s huge cock plunging into his sister’s cunt over and over. Only about half if it was disappearing. Gary thought, “what a waste. He could use the extra couple of inches that Eric had left over”. Gary felt his cock getting harder and felt like he might cum. “How could watching his sister be mistreated be a turn-on for him?” he wondered. Gary tried to watch the two guys who were fucking the crap out of his wife.  After a few minutes of watching Marci continue to prove that she was a master slut, Gary let his eyes go back to Brenda. Brenda’s feet had been flat on the floor with her legs spread. Now they were up on Eric’s back.  Her ass was moving and she wasn’t crying any longer. Eric was doing the work all right. He was pounding his gigantic black cock into her cunt with the same unchanging rhythm.  Eric felt her responding and turned her over onto her knees again. Brenda was “putty” in his hands and Eric could do whatever he wanted with her. Gary could see three long red welts across her ass cheek. “He had whipped her pretty hard”, Gary said to himself.  Eric held her with his left hand while he inserted his cock with his right.  He began pumping his cock into her cunt and after about six thrusts, he stopped to see her response. She stopped with him. WHACK! He slapped her opposite ass cheek with his left hand. “Move your ass bitch”, he ordered. Brenda began moving her ass back and forth running her cunt on his cock.  Brenda was getting wetter than she had ever been and something was going on in her body that she didn’t understand, but was beginning to enjoy. A feeling was building inside that she had never experienced. Eric leaned forward and put his right hand on the mattress to support his weight. He grabbed her breast with his left had and began to kiss her back as he started his pumping action again. Eric let his hand move from her breast to her clitoris where he began to massage her clit in unison with his thrusting.  

Richard and Robert had traded ends on Marci and were not moving. She was on her hands and knees and was rocking back and forth between them. Gary could hear her moan each time Robert pulled her back and buried his shinny black cock deep in her cunt. 

Every muscle in Brenda’s body was beginning to flex. Her chest was getting so tight that she was having trouble breathing. An orgasm was building in her like no orgasm she had experienced before.  Eric stopped biting her neck for a moment and moved his lips to her ear, breathed in warm air and inserted his tongue. “GOD!, that fees good” Brenda sighed to herself. “All right Bitch, now let go and cum for daddy”, Eric instructed. He continued to rub her clit, fuck her cunt and eat her ear. Brenda thought she was going to die. Her body exploded in orgasm. “No”, she thought, she had had thousands of orgasms, this was like being shot in the chest, point blank range, with a double barrel, 12-gage shotgun. She couldn’t breath and her entire body went into a spasm. The muscles in her cunt began to squeeze and milk Eric’s cock. Brenda body collapsed under Eric and went limp. Her ass fell when Eric pulled his giant black cock out of her cunt.  Brenda melted.

The other five men in the room had been silent. It wasn’t every day you got to watch the “Master at work”.  Up until now, they had been calm and somewhat reserved.  They were all standing and removing their clothing. Gary noticed a familiar order in the room. Before the room had a smoky smell from the tobacco and oak firewood burning in the fireplace, but now the air was permeated with the smell of fuck.  Gary had smelled it at Bill’s condo the week earlier and then again in his bedroom, when he came home that day. It wasn’t the smell of a cock or a pussy, but some sort of chemical mixture that was as distinctive as perfume. Gary had thought of it as a stench before, but now it had become an aroma to him. That aroma had added to the arousal of the five black men who were getting ready to breed the two white whores lying on the mattresses. 

Eric wasn’t done with Brenda. He was standing over her with the crop in his hand. He could have fucked her in the ass, but as small as she was, he would have injured her. “Save that for the little fellows”, he thought. He reached down and grabbed her arm and pulled her up. “Get up on your knees, Bitch”, he said. Brenda got up on her knees but was still weak and lowered her ass back down onto the back of her heels to rest.  Eric snapped the whip against her back, not as hard as he had done to her ass, but hard enough to get her attention and immediate response. “On your knees”, Eric said a second time.  Brenda complied.  “Now suck on my cock Bitch”, Eric told her. Brenda took the huge cock and put the end in her mouth and began to suck. “No, not like that”, Eric told her. “Watch her and do what she does.”, Eric said as he pointed the crop at Marci.  

Marci had Richards long black cock in one of her hands and Robert’s in her mouth. She was trading back and forth, sucking one and using her hand on the other. She was in total control and would stop sucking just at the point of no return.  Marci loved sucking cock as much as fucking cock. There was a moment, about sixty seconds before a man would cum, that “made it” for her. She could always tell because the cock would throb and give off its intention. She could delay and stop the ejaculation by squeezing the base of his cock, or she could make it more intense by “jacking ” super fast, with both hands while she sucked and ran her lips and tongue around the head. Richard’s cock began to throb again and Marci decided to finish him off. She let go of Robert’s cock and put both hands on Richard and started jacking him so fast her hands were a blur. She stopped licking his shaft and concentrated on the swollen head of his cock.  She sucked and massaged it with her mouth. No man could hold back with the violence that Marci was inflicting on that cock. Richard tensed, grunted and let go with a huge load, made bigger by  Marci’s bringing him to the brink and stopping three times before. Marci tasted the hot thick fluid as she pulled him in her mouth as deep as could. Marci loved the feel of hot cum pumping down her throat.  A minute later, Marci had moved back to Robert’s cock.  

Brenda was watching and doing everything that Marci was doing. She had both hands on Eric’s cock and was jacking him off as fast as she could. She had the tip if his cock in her mouth, which was just about all that would fit. She looked up at Eric, he had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. Brenda knew she was doing it right and she was proud of herself.  Eric was getting close and he looked down and stopped Brenda. “Put your hands down, ” he said.  Eric dropped the crop and put his left had on the back of Brenda’s head and held it. Eric took just the tip of his cock in his right hand and started massaging it between his thumb and a couple of fingers.  “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue Bitch”, Eric demanded. Brenda hesitated for just a second and knew what would happen if she didn’t do what Eric wanted her to do.  She was up on her knees with her mouth open wide and her tongue sticking out, waiting.  Eric began to rub the end of his cock around her mouth and face.  He inserted the end in her mouth and ran it around on her teeth and tongue, and then, like he had absolute control, he began to ejaculate his cum on her tongue. Gary watched three white streams of cum eject from the end of Eric’s cock and disappear into Brenda’s mouth. Brenda wasn’t making any faces this time. She was looking directly into Eric’s eyes.  Eric let go of his cock and still holding her head with his left hand, he put his right hand on her chin and softly lifted it up and closed her mouth. His fingers were on the bottom of her chin and as he ran his thumb back and forth across her wet lips, he said, “Swallow”.  Brenda was still looking in Eric’s eyes as Gary noticed muscles moving in her throat. Gary watched for his sister’s reaction. The corners of her mouth begin to form a smile, which became a grin. Brenda opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and wiggled it back and forth like a child does to show how they had swallowed the medicine. Eric reached down and put his hands in her armpits and lifted her up. Then Eric then did something that Brenda would not forget as long as she lived. Eric kissed her cum covered lips with a kiss that so loving and passionate that she almost came again.  Eric lowered her gently to the floor because her knees were shaking and she couldn’t stand. “Now Bitch, be nice to my friends here”, Eric said as he walked away from her. Brenda looked and saw two black men standing at the edge of the mattress with rock hard cocks in their hands. Brenda crawled to them, got up on her knees and like a whore for black cock, she took one cock in each hand, opened her mouth and began to suck them one at a time.  

Marci was just finishing up Robert. The two remaining guys, Steve and Andrew, were walking past Gary on their way to give Marci a “little lovin”. They stopped in front of Gary and then moved to both sides of him. “Hey White Boy, why don’t you get our cocks wet so we can fuck your wife”, Steve said to Gary. They began to slap their black cocks against Gary’s mouth. “Come on you white racist fucker, suck it”, Andrew said as he pushed the end of his cock between Gary’s lips. “Racist”? Gary asked himself.  He wasn’t a racist. How the hell could he be a racist if he was letting these black guys fuck his wife and sister. Granted, having a black man fuck a white man’s white wife was probably the most racially charged thing there was, but why would this guy think Gary was a racist? Was it possible? Another thing to think about some other time, Gary thought. Right now he had a big black cock in his mouth. Tied up and no way to resist, Gary began to suck it. “This isn’t so bad”, he thought. It had not bothered him to suck Bill’s cock when Bill was fucking Marci, but this was different.  Gary noticed how smooth and hot it felt in his mouth.  Steve said, “look at that, he’s got a hard on. You like sucking black cock don’t you White Boy?”  Gary was wearing a jogging suit. He felt Steve’s hands on the waist of his pants as Steve began to pull them off. “I was right, look at that pathetic little hard-on”, Steve said to Andrew. Andrew replied, “I think we ought to fuck him”.  “That’s enough, its my turn”, said Steve. No sooner did Andrew’s cock withdraw from Gary’s mouth, than Steve’s entered. In a minute Steve was gone too. They weren’t interested in Gary except to humiliate him a little. They wanted to fuck his wife and Gary was damn glad to let them have her. She liked getting fucked in the ass. 

With the exception of Eric’s training session with Brenda, the men in the room had been pretty polite with Marci and Brenda. That was all changing now.  These men were men and the two women were whores in heat wanting to be bred.  The warm-up team had done its job well. Marci and Brenda didn’t want to be treated like ladies. They wanted to be fucked like whores and these five guys were not going to say please and thank you.  

Eric had been over at the bar and had lit a cigarette. “Nothing like a good smoke after a good fuck”, Gary surmised. Eric looked over at Gary and started walking toward him with his huge cock swinging back and forth as he walked. “Oh shit”, Gary thought.  Luckily, Eric wasn’t interested in Gary either. He walked behind Gary and removed the handcuffs and released the buckle on the leather strap. “Look at her now,” Eric nodded in Brenda’s direction. Brenda was on top of Jerry riding his cock. She had a cock in her mouth that belonged to a guy named Tony. No doubt about it, she was going after black cock with the same enthusiasm that Marci did. Gary wished he had a photo of that scene when he remembered his cameras.  

Gary was at the bar unloading his digital camera from his camera bag, when Richard walked over. “Need some help with that?” Richard asked. “Sure”, Gary replied handing the camcorder to Richard. “No face shots on any of the guys”, Richard told Gary. “You never know where these things will end up.  “Agreed”, Gary said. “Like I would let them out of my sight”, Gary said to himself.

It was un-fucking believable. Bill had joined Steve and Andrew on Marci. Jerry and Tony had Brenda bent over the arm of an imitation leather sofa and were taking turns fucking her cunt. Robert was on the sofa with his cock in Brenda’s mouth. Eric was sitting in his easy chair watching. Richard was videotaping while Gary snapped stills. It was a fucking frenzy and the person most into it was Marci.  She had finished two cocks and had three more. It was a dream come true for her. Steve was on his back and Marci was sitting on his cock facing him. Bill was behind her and was squatting down with his cock in her ass. Andrew was standing in front of her while she sucked his cock.  Gary got behind Bill’s ass and started taking pictures. Bill and Steve were alternating their thrusting and she was taking it all. What turned Gary on was to see that it was her ass that was doing most of the moving. Gary didn’t know how many orgasms Marci had so far, but it seemed that every few minutes she would moan or scream “Yes, Yes, Fuck Me Harder, I’m Cumming”.  She was being more vocal than he had ever heard her. Maybe it was the movie or just the atmosphere, but it was getting to the black men in the room. It turned them on to hear her begging them to fuck her. The more she screamed, the more they fucked her.  It turned Gary on too.




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 04



Jerry and Tony had both unloaded their first ejaculations in Brenda’s cunt as Robert filled her mouth again with semen. Gary was snapping a photo of cum running out of her cunt onto her thigh. “Well, clean it up White Boy”, Brenda said. Gary didn’t hesitate in the least. He shoved his face into her cunt and began to lick it clean. He could tell that Brenda liked it by the way she began to move her cunt against his mouth. “Out of the way”, Richard said as he pushed Gary to the side. He had his cock in his hand and had a bottle of lubricant in the other.  Richard squirted the lubricant on Brenda’s ass hole. Then he put his cock in her cunt and fucked her for a minute, before slowly inserting his big black cock deep in her ass. Brenda moaned and pressed her ass back against Richards cock. “Yes, she was just like Marci”, Gary thought. 

Gary lost count of how many times the girls got fucked and who fucked them. They went on for a couple of hours resting off and on, sometimes going to the bar for a drink or a cigarette. Gary had cleaned up Marci and Brenda more than he had wanted to. There was a limit and Gary had reached his. He thought everyone else had reached their limits when Eric called Gary over to where he was sitting. “Go get your wife White Boy and bring her to me. I am going to fuck her now.” Eric instructed Gary. “This guy didn’t talk much, but when he did, you listened. Gary walked over to where Marci was and took her by the hand. “Eric want me to bring you to him,” Gary said. “Who is Eric?” Marci asked. Gary looked over in Eric’s direction and Marci realized who Gary was talking about. “Oh him”, she said.  “Well then White Boy, don’t you think you better do what your told”, Marci replied. “She is taking this shit a little to far”, Gary thought as “White Boy” walked his slut, whore for black cock wife, across the room to Eric.  “Hello Darlin”, Eric said. “Why don’t you hop up her on old Clyde and go for a little ride”.  Eric had a cock as big as any that Gary had seen on the Internet.  It stood straight up and was hard. Most exceptionally large black cocks Gary has seen in x-rated movies seemed to be soft. Not Eric’s. “Help her on White Boy”, Eric said to Gary. Gary took Marci’s hand as she stepped up on the edge of the chair facing Eric. She put both feet on the sides of the chair next to his thighs and leaned forward with her hands on Eric’s shoulders. As Marci began to lower her cunt onto Eric’s cock, Eric said to Gary, “put it in her cunt Boy”. Gary was standing behind Marci and couldn’t believe what Eric had told him to do. Gary reached out and took hold of Eric’ cock and guided it into Marci’s cunt as she dropped down on it.  Gary knew Marci was deep. She had a 10-inch dildo that she could insert all the way in. This guy looked bigger than the dildo at least fatter. Marci’s cunt was well stretched from the evening activities, but she still had to move up and down in short movements to stretch her cunt enough to take all of Eric’s cock. She actually was able to move her ass all the way down to Eric’s lap.  “There is no way she would ever be able to shrink enough to be a tight fuck for me”, Gary said to himself. Marci had to stay squatting on her feet. Eric’s cock was too long for her to be able to get on her knees and fuck Eric in that position. Gary stood there as Marci raised and lowered her cunt up and down, over and over on Eric’s massive shaft. “Now suck it Bitch”, Eric said. Gary helped Marci off of Eric and she moved to the side of the chair and leaned over to take the tip of Eric’s cock in her mouth. Marci began to jack him off while she sucked his cock, as she had done for all of the other black cocks that night. “White Boy”, Eric said. “I’m going to let you jack me off while she sucks my cock.” “No problem there”, Gary thought being glad that Eric hadn’t chosen Marci for the hand job.” Gary took the cock in both hands and began moving it the way he had watched his wife do it. Gary only needed his thumb and a couple of fingers to masturbate his own dick. He could almost get both hands on this cock and still leave the head for Marci. “Faster boy”, Eric said. Gary began moving his hands as fast as he could and within a moment, Eric released into Marci’s mouth. She had more than reached her limit of how much semen she could ingest and opened her mouth and let most of the cum run back down Eric’s cock and across Gary’s hands. 

It was hours later, everyone was cleaning themselves up and getting dressed. Marci had put on the “sweats” she had brought along to wear home. Eric had moved over to the sofa and Brenda was lying on the sofa, stretched out, with her head on Eric’s lap. Neither of them had gotten dressed yet. Gary was pleased that most of the guys were being friendly to him. There was still a lot of moaning sounds coming from the X-rated movie on the TV and a number of the guys were standing and commenting on it like it was a “game-film”. Gary moved in between them and recognized the woman in the film with cum all over her face was Marci. Richard had put the cassette in the VCR. Gary was pleased with the quality of the film. Even in low light, the picture was excellent. “This film he would watch later”, he promised himself. 

As some of guys were leaving, they started shaking hands with each other. It was how most black guys shake hands with each other. Gary never quite understood it but thought he would give it a try. “Don’t even go their White Boy”, Steve said as the others laughed at Gary. Gary’s dick had been hard all evening. It actually hurt and his balls ached. Marci was not helping at all the way she was hanging on “her men”.  They were passing her around between them, kissing her and feeling her ass. She was going to each one and thanking them for fucking her and asking them if they would do it again soon. “What a fucking slut”, Gary said to Bill. “That’s why we love her so much White Boy”, Bill replied. “Cut the White Boy shit Bill, or I won’t bring her back,” Gary said. Marci heard what Gary had told Bill and said, “Like you have a choice in the matter Dear?”     

All of the guys had left and it was just Marci, Gary, Brenda and Eric. Gary walked over and asked Brenda if she was going to get dressed. It was late. Eric looked at Gary and said. “She stays with me”. “Fuck, somehow I knew that was coming”, Gary said to himself. “I’ll have Eric drive me home tomorrow,” Brenda to Marci and Gary.  Marci took Gary by the arm and said, “Lets go home”. Brenda and Eric stood up as Gary and Marci were leaving. Eric put out his hand and took Gary’s hand to shake it, white man style, and said, “It was good to meet you Gary”. You and Marci have to come back for a BBQ sometime and see the horses. “Thank you Eric, we will”, Gary said. “He called me Gary”, Gary said to Marci. Marci looked at Gary and shook her head.

A big dual wheel Ford truck was the only vehicle in the driveway as Marci and Gary departed. As they were driving down the gravel road to the front gate, Gary asked Marci, “Do you think Brenda will be all right”. “Well, lets see Gary”, she replied. “Considering that Brenda has just been nonstop fucked, every way possible, all night by eight black men, beat with a horse whip, had her pussy licked by her brother, and, not to mention that I fucked her too, do you really think anything else can happen to her tonight?” Marci answered. “I guess she will be alright”, Gary said. “Next time remind me to bring a tooth brush,” Marci said.  “Next time?” Gary asked

Eric took a look around the room. Bill and his friends had cleaned up, put the mattresses back, and re-arranged the furniture. He liked Bill and thought he had some pretty good friends. He even liked Gary. For a white guy, he was OK. He liked his wife and sister even better. All the lights were out and Eric was standing facing the fireplace, looking at what was left of the fire.  He was smoking a cigarette, thinking about much fun everyone had.  It had been a good night. Eric glanced out the window and wondered what time it was. Feeding time would be in a couple of hours. When you have livestock, there was no sleeping-in.  A barn full of pissed off, hungry horses, could do a hell of a lot of damage to the stalls with their feet. Eric felt something soft touching his back. Brenda had come up behind him and had put her hands on his wide shoulders. She was kissing his back ever so softly.  He could feel her running her tongue along the scars on his back and felt her lips on his skin. Brenda lowered her hands down to his ass. She was feeling his ass and squeezing his cheeks. Brenda kneeled down, kissing Eric’s back all the way down to his ass where she began to kiss it. Eric had closed his eyes and out of reflex, tightened the muscles in his ass when he felt Brenda beginning to bite him. He didn’t touch Brenda and let his arms hang at his side. Brenda loved men’s asses more than their cocks. “Eric had a great ass”, she thought. Brenda moved around to Eric’s side as she stood up, running her tongue up Eric’s side to his chest. She loved sucking and biting men’s nipples too.  Eric had a hard, wide chest and she loved it when his nipples got hard as she nibbled on them.  “Time for bed”, Brenda suggested. “Yea, it’s late and I got to get up early”, Eric replied as he stretched his arms out and yawned.  Eric flicked what was left of his cigarette onto the smoldering embers in the fireplace and turned to head for the bedroom with Brenda under his arm.  As they were leaving the room, Brenda said, “Just a minute, I have to get something.” She walked back over to the bar and grabbed her gym bag and something else that Eric couldn’t make out in the dark. Eric was leaning against the door jam as Brenda approached out of the dark. “Hey Cowboy, your going to need this”, she said as she handed Eric the riding crop. Brenda stepped past Eric and started walking across the kitchen to the hall. As she was walking away, she had the gym bag in her left hand and her right hand was rubbing the three red welts on her ass.  Within an instant, blood began to gather in Eric’s long flaccid black cock. His right hand automatically began to stroke it as it began to swell. Brenda stopped and looked back to see if Eric was coming. She smiled when she saw him with those two magnificent tools in his hands. Brenda turned and continued out of the kitchen. Eric followed her thinking, “looks like that filly needs to be ridden hard again.”  He would get some sleep after he fed the horses in a couple of hours.  

Gary and Marci didn’t talk much in the car. Marci was tired and was nodding off to sleep on the drive home.  As the garage door was closing Gary grabbed the camera bag and Marci’s bag and followed her straight to the bedroom stopping for a second to say hello to Oscar.  “Go lay down for a minute, I’ll pour you a bath”, Gary said. He started the tub, poured some bath oil beads in it and went back to Marci. Gary removed her shoes and began to rub her feet. “That feels good”, Marci said and went on to say. “You know, my feet are the only part of me that doesn’t hurt.” She was rubbing where her jaw hinged under her ears with the tips of her fingers. “My jaw feels like it did when I blew up 50 balloons for Lori’s birthday party”, she said. The bath was ready and Gary began to remove her clothing. Gary put her into the bath and moved around to her head where he let her hair down. It had stayed up pretty well for most of the night, but had begun to come down as Marci became more physical.  It was obvious what the sticky substance was that had matted her hair along the left side of her face. “A near miss”, Gary thought. Gary grabbed the shampoo and began to wash her hair. Marci loved it when Gary bathed her.  After the cream rinse, Gary went to the kitchen and made Marci a cup of instant hot chocolate. “Another cup of hot chocolate milk for the lady”, Gary said as her handed the cup to Marci.  Marci smiled and took the mug in both hands and began to sip it. 

Gary left her to soak and started putting away the things in her bag. The condoms and lubricants had not been used.  Bill had made sure there was plenty of lubricants and with all of the guys being married, Marci had told him not to worry about the condoms. She and Brenda didn’t like them all that much anyway.  It probably was living a little to dangerous, but Marci figured, if she thought the guy needed to wear a condom, she shouldn’t be fucking him in the first place. The last think Gary removed from the bag was the little white ‘gangbang outfit” that Marci had worn. He put it in with her other similar things and took out Bill’s shirt for her to wear to bed.

“Shit Marci, look at you”, Gary exclaimed as Marci was getting out of the tub. She looked in the mirror and her body was covered with bruise marks that had formed on her milk white skin with the help of the hot bath water. There were bruises everywhere, especially on her tits, ass and thighs. Gary could see every place that she had been grabbed, squeezed, pinched and slapped. “That really turns me on,” Gary said as he was drying her off with a towel. “You’re a sick man Gary Clark”, she replied.  As Marci walked to the bed, she saw Bill’s t-shirt. She picked it up and took it back to the dresser, pulled open the drawer and put the shirt back as she took out her favorite red-checkered flannel PJ’s. They were three sizes too big for her and covered her hands and feet when she wore them. Marci had a towel on her still-damp hair and had just finished cleaning her face.  Just before she crawled under the down comforter to go to sleep, she went to Gary and said, “You make me soooo happy Gary. I love you.” Then she gave him a soft kiss that tasted like facial cream and toothpaste.   Gary was downloading the digital photos into his computer. He glanced at Marci he said to himself, “There was no similarity between the cute little girl in the red PJ’s in his bed, and the slut in the photo with three black cocks stuck in her.” Gary labeled a file MCgangbang, and then changed it to MC1gangbang just in case there would be a MC2gangbang in the future. He had dozens of photos in the file and he was damned proud of how well they turned out. “Better than most amateur and almost as good as commercial,” he thought. He loved his computer. The DSL was awesome. They had only had DSL for a couple of months. He remembered that he still needed to pick up a firewall. 

Gary was tired too. He had been up for nearly 24 hours and would get some sleep now but not before he loaded the video that Richard had made in the VCR attached to the TV in the bedroom. It was still dark, as Gary lay on the bed, nude, watching the home made “fuck movie”. He was stroking his dick and would be releasing a lot of built up tension in a minute or so. 

Gary and Marci were fast asleep when the light on their computer started blinking. They didn’t hear the sound that the hard drive made as, a fourteen-year old hacker in the UK named Bobby, was accessing it, searching for porn. 

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Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 05



Marci was wearing a white robe and had just gotten out of the tub, after getting home from the gym. She loved going to the gym and feeling “the burn”.  She liked getting hot and sweaty, and working-out made her Horney. After her bath, she sometimes liked to surf some of her favorite porn sites with her “Silver Bullet” vibrator. Gary wouldn’t be home for hours and a little fun with her power tools would hold her over. 

It had been almost a month since the “Gangbang” party.  Marci had been sore for a week after the party, and it had taken that long for all the bruises on her ass and tits to go away.  She still thought about the party almost daily, and whenever she did, she got wet. Bill’s work had taken him out of town, and Marci had only seen him twice in the past month. The last time, was almost two weeks ago. Not near as much as she wanted and needed. She and Gary had been getting it on almost daily. She wondered how long the erotic memories of the gangbang would keep her hot juices flowing. She had had several calls from the guys from the party, all wanting to say how much they enjoyed the time they had with her and Brenda, and how much they would like to get together again soon. 

Marci and Brenda had talked about the party a number of times. They decided that it had been a fun experience, and even though it wouldn’t probably be as good the second time, both were excited and “open” to the idea of doing it again. If they did do it though, there would need to be a few more women there to share the love, so to speak. Something else that she and Brenda discussed was how much they had enjoyed each other at the party. They wasted no time in their weekly visits with small talk. Brenda and Marci were having a lot of fun exploring each other’s bodies and both had developed a taste for hot, wet pussy. But as good as pussy was, they were both cock lovers and would soon invite Gary, Bill and whoever else was available, to join them. Marci loved teasing Gary with the idea, and whenever she brought it up, he would get an instant hard on.  

Marci switched on her computer monitor and as usual, she started checking out a few of her favorite “Interracial” group sites and began downloading some of the recently posted pics.  Marci pulled her robe open and spread her legs. “One hand on my mouse and the other on my pussy”, she smiled. She began clicking thru a number of pics of large black cocks stuffed into white cunts. “UMMMMMMM”, she moaned as she worked her way through a half dozen photos.  “Oh, these look good”, she said to herself, as she opened the first pic in a series of about a dozen posts.  It was a photo of the back of a white woman sitting on a huge black cock. She clicked to the next one and it was almost the same as the first, with the exception that the woman had her hands on her ass cheeks pulling them apart.  Marci clicked on the next pic and before it opened, she moved her mouse to the “Stop” button and froze. She had noticed something in the last pic, just as she was leaving, and wanted to look at it again.  She clicked the “back” button and the photo opened. Marci squinted at the photo, paying particular attention to the wedding ring on woman’s left hand. Marci removed her hand from her cunt as she clicked on the next photo. It was what she expected. It was a photo of two women, a blonde and a brunette on their knees, sucking black cocks with other black men standing around them watching and waiting their turns. Marci quickly clicked thru the remaining photos in the series, and with big tears welling up in her eyes, she closed the program and turned off her monitor.  She then crossed her arms over her keyboard and laid her head on her arms and began to sob. “Gary, you stupid fucking asshole”, she cried. 

A few weeks later, Sandy looked at her boarding pass as she walked down the isle.  23A it said. She was happy to have a window seat and hoped that the plane was not going to be full. There was a man already seated in 23C. He smiled at her as he rose and stood in the isle way to allow her to take her seat. “Can I help you with that”, he asked as he took her overnight bag and placed it in the overhead bin. “Thank you”, Sandy replied as she returned his smile. “God, he is so beautiful”, she said to herself. He was in his mid 30’s and dressed in, what looked to Sandy, as a very expensive suit. His cologne smelled of lavender, and he had the cutest smile. She noticed that he was married.  Sandy was wearing white tennis shoes, a short flowered skirt and a white blouse. She was proud of the way she looked in the outfit and the white blouse extenuated her tan, not to mention her full breasts. Her hair was blonde and long enough to curl a little on her shoulders. The only makeup she wore was glossy, light-pink lipstick. Her eyes were baby blue and with her only weighing 135 pounds at six feet one, she could have been a model for bathing suits.  

“You have family in Portland?” the gentleman asked. “Yea”, she answered. “My Dad and Step Mother live there. I’m going to be living with them while I go to Lewis and Clark College.” She added.  “Oh, so you’re moving then?” he asked. “Yep”, Sandy replied.  “Whole lot different climate than San Diego”, she said. “But its going to be fun to get away from home”, she added.  It was another 10 minutes before the plane taxied to the runway and Sandy and the gentleman chatted about school and Portland. She found that he was on a business trip and was returning to San Diego on a return flight that same evening. He was very friendly and she was relaxed talking to him. He was the first adult black man that she talked to for this long. Sandy had known a few black guys in school, but had never dated any of them. The ones she had met were Gangbanger types or jocks and stayed pretty much in their clicks. Sandy was more of a “Valley Girl” type and spent most of her free time tanning on the beach in Lajolla or at the Mall with her friends.  

“My name is Robert”, the man said to Sandy as he put out his hand to her. “Sandy Clark”, Sandy replied as she turned toward Robert, leaned forward, and extended her right hand. Robert took her hand in his, put his other hand on the top of her hand, and held it as he said, “It is a pleasure to meet you Sandy Clark”.  It only took a second for Sandy to realize that the way she was leaning, and the type of blouse she was wearing, gave Robert a great view of her breasts. She glanced at his eyes and sure enough, they were glued to her chest.  Sandy loved the feel of his big warm hands gently clutching her hand and didn’t try to pull away. She liked the idea of this gorgeous black man admiring her tits and leaned a little more to give him an even better view.  Sandy was definitely not a virgin. She had dated a lot of guys in High School, but none over the age of 19. Sex was fun and she loved fucking. She especially loved having her boyfriends look at her nude body, and she got off sucking their cocks and watching their eyes as she gave them pleasure. She was always in control. But something was unusually sexy about Robert. She didn’t know if it was the fact that he was older, or black, his clothing, his cologne or what it was, but she was getting aroused and could feel the moisture quickly building in her cunt. She was thinking that he could just take her right there and she wouldn’t be able to resist. “I’m such a slut”, she told herself. 

Robert let go of her hand. He was an experienced lover and had no problem picking up Sandy’s vibes. The way she let him view her tits and how her breathing had changed, told him that she would not be too hard too get in bed. “Damn”, he said to himself. He wished he had not planned a return flight tonight. But, her parents would probably be picking her up anyway”.  Sandy sat in her seat and stared out the window, saying good-by to her hometown, as the plane left the runway, climbed to altitude and headed north.    

“Would you care for a drink?” Robert asked her. “Sure”, Sandy said. Robert asked the Stew for two bottles of Vodka, and a can of Snappy Tom.  Sandy ordered a glass of orange juice. When the Stew left, Robert handed Sandy the two bottles. “Take both of them, I don’t drink”, Robert chuckled as he took a sip of the mixer.  A few minutes later, Sandy was feeling warm, relaxed and Horny as hell. She and Robert continued to chat about meaningless things. Sandy wasn’t listening to Robert. She was thinking about fucking this black man. 

She had just turned 18 the previous week, and was free as a bird, away from home, and ready to be wild and crazy. She would have preferred to live in her own apartment but she and her Dad had never been very close. She was little when he and her mother divorced, and living with him would give her a chance to get to know him better. She had always called him Gary, and he seemed to be more like a good friend than a father. She really liked Marci a lot too. Marci was cool and they had hit it off pretty well. Marci had taught Sandy a lot about sex. Not the birds and bees stuff, but how much fun it was and how to “let go” and enjoy it.  Sandy’s mom had some hang-ups about sex and wasn’t anything like Marci. Sandy felt at ease talking with Marci about anything, and knew that Marci was uninhibited and loved sex as much as she did. Yep, It would be fun living with Gary and Marci, at least until she finished her second year at school and could get her own place.  

Sandy moved the armrest next to her up and turned facing Robert. She moved her left leg up on the seat and allowed her skirt to ride up high enough to give Robert a view of her entire thigh. “Would you like a blanket Sandy?” Robert asked. “Yes please”, Sandy replied, as she licked her lip with the end of her tongue. Before Sandy put the blanket across her legs, she looked to be sure the Stew was not in visual range. She moved her skirt up high enough for Robert to see her sheer, white G-string, and smiled. Robert’s eyes fixed on her cunt. He could see it easily through the wet, G-string and it was beautiful. Full, fat lips, and it was obvious that she tanned in a “G”. He could also tell that she waxed instead of shaved. Before the blanket had time to settle on her legs, Robert’s hand was feeling Sandy’s hot, wet cunt.  

Sandy stared into his eyes as he rubbed her clit and worked a couple of his fingers under her G-string and into her cunt. His thumb was working on her clit. She bit her lip and closed her eyes and moaned softly enough that no one but Robert could hear her. Sandy was going wild.  She was breathing heavily, her nipples were hard and poking out of her blouse. She reached both arms up, arched her back and turned on the overhead vents for air. Her hips were moving against Robert’s fingers as she kept a lookout for the Stew. “God what would happen if I got busted?” she thought. 

She loved the excitement of having a total stranger finger fucking her on an airplane, loaded with passengers, in the middle of the morning. “What a rush”, she thought. Sandy watched as Robert took his hand out from the blanket, and put his fingers in his mouth and tasted her.  She wanted more.  Robert moved his armrest up and out of the way and moved closer to Sandy. He lowered his tray table and reached under it and unzipped his pants. Robert then took Sandy’s left hand and moved it under the tray table. “Oh My God,” Sandy thought as she felt the huge cock in her hand. She couldn’t believe how hard and big it was. She had seen pictures of big cocks on the Internet with her friends, but she had never seen one first hand. Let alone have one in her hand. Sandy squeezed the monster cock tight and moved her hand up and down on Robert’s cock, jacking him off.  Sandy stopped after a few minutes. “I want you to fuck me Robert”, Sandy whispered. “Oh Baby”, Robert sighed. “I want to fuck you too”.  

Robert looked to see where the restrooms were. “Shit”, he said to himself. The restrooms were in the front, and it would be impossible to take this young bitch in one, or even meet her in one un-noticed. Every guy on the plane would be watching her tight ass as she walked up the isle.  Robert put his hand back under the blanket and quickly found Sandy’s hot, wet cunt. She spread her legs wider, and lifted her ass up a little, as Robert began fingering her again and rubbing her clit. Sandy leaned back and closed her eyes.  It took only a minute or so for her to cum.  “Oh God”, she moaned as she dug her fingernails into Robert’s forearm. “I want you inside me sooooo bad”, she whispered.  

Robert was already mentally planning his next business trip to Portland. He normally only went there once every three months to see clients. But the next trip would be within two weeks, and he would spend the night.  “Portland is a great market”, he told himself. “I really need to spend more time there developing new business. Fucking the shit out of this pretty, hot, young slut would make the trips even better.”  He would make damn sure to get her phone number. 

Gary sat Sandy’s bags on her bed. He and Marci had fixed up the guest bedroom with the big Brass Bed for her.  She had sent about eight large boxes ahead by UPS, and Gary had them sitting against the wall. Some were pretty light and he figured she had brought her stuffed animal collection with her. “Feel free to decorate the room any way you want Sandy”, Marci said.  “Its yours for as long as you want to stay”, she added.  “Thank you guys”, Sandy replied. 

Sandy felt right at home and comfortable with Gary and Marci. Within a few days it was like she had been living there for years. Walking around the house in her bra or a skimpy T-shirt, and panties was natural for her. She had remembered what Marci had told her about it, but Sandy didn’t mind if anyone saw her. She liked to show off her body.  “It was a hell of a lot more than she ever wore to the beach, and it was comfortable”, she thought. 

Gary and Marci were sitting at the bar in the kitchen when Sandy walked passed them, opened the door to the fridge and bent over, with her back to them, reached down to the bottom shelf, took out a Yogurt, closed the door and headed back to her room.  Marci grabbed Gary’s arm, squeezed it and said softly, “down big boy” and laughed. “Want me to talk to her again?” Marci asked.  “Hell no”, Gary replied with a smile. Marci pinched Gary on the ribs, laughed and said. “Good, because I like it too, and I’m first”. “You’re a slut Marci”, Gary said.  “Yeah, and you love it Baby”, she replied.

Marci knocked on Sandy’s door and went in. Sandy was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and was finishing her Yogurt.  “Can I talk to you Sandy?” Marci asked.  “Sure, come on in”, she replied. “You know I’ve always been straight forward with you Sandy and this is going to be a little hard to explain, but I need to tell you a few things about Gary and me.” Marci said.  “What is it?” Sandy curiously asked. “Gary and I have a little different kind of relationship, or lifestyle, you might call it, than what you would call traditional”, Marci explained. “What is it, are you guys swingers or do you have an open marriage or something?” Sandy asked.  “Sort of like that I guess.” Marci said.  “You know that message you took from a guy named Bill that wanted to talk to me?” Marci asked. “Yes” Sandy said. “Bill is one of my black lovers”, Marci said.  “WOW”, Sandy exclaimed, choking on her last bite of Yogurt. “ONE of your black lovers?” She asked. “God Marci, how many do you have?” she chuckled. “Does Gary know about them?” Sandy asked without waiting for an answer to her other question. “Yes he does Sandy, and he loves to watch me with them. I know it sounds kinky, but we both enjoy it, very much, and the reason I’m telling you, is that they come over from time to time, and if it is a problem for you, then we can make other arrangements.” 

“WOW”, Sandy said again. “This is so cool. Hey, it doesn’t bother me a bit. I think its kinda erotic actually. I got to tell you about this black guy I met on the airplane coming up here. He was so pretty Marci and…and ….” Sandy was talking a hundred miles an hour. Marci almost couldn’t believe it. She thought this was going to be a shocker telling Sandy, but this girl was way ahead of her. “Things were a lot different when she was 18”, Marci thought to herself. Sandy was going on about a black guy she had met on the plane and Marci cut her off. “You like black guys Sandy?” Marci asked.  “I liked this guy, I don’t know about any others, but Robert was a dream.” Sandy said. “That’s good Dear, because Bill is coming over tomorrow night for a visit, if you know what I mean. I told him about you and he really wants to meet you. Would you like to be here to meet him?” Marci asked Sandy. Sandy was blushing. “What do you mean by meeting him?” she asked. “Whatever you want that to mean Sandy.” Marcy answered. “What would Gary say?” Sandy asked.  “Don’t worry about Gary, he would love it. Believe me, he would love it.” Marci laughed.  

She went on to say, “think it over and let me know.”  “Do you think Bill would like me?” Sandy asked. “Are you kidding?” Marcy replied.  “He has wanted to meet you ever since I first told him about you.  Gary is all for it too, so you can relax and just be your self. Just remember, Yes is Yes, and No is No. Got it? No pressure, and if you would rather just go to your room and close the door, no one will bother you. You might want to turn up the volume on your stereo though.” Marci said laughing as she walked out the door.  Sandy lay back against the Brass headboard and closed her eyes to think about all that Marci had just told her.  “WOW”, is the only word she could think of. She wasn’t shocked like she thought she would be, at the thought of her Dad watching her Step Mom getting it on with a black lover. Then the rush hit her. She had been invited to watch too, and to even join in, and THEY would be watching HER! 

Sandy felt a familiar feeling inside her and was getting warm. She slipped her hand into the top of her panties and let the tips of her fingers touch her cunt. It was soaking wet. She moved her fingers on her clit for a minute and then inserted her middle finger into the opening and moved it around and imagined what a big black cock would feel like in it. She imagined what it would be like to fuck and suck a total stranger while Gary and Marci watched her. “God”, what a turn-on.” She thought of Robert and his hard black cock and remembered how she had wanted it, and was ready to go with him right there on the airplane.  She rubbed her nipples with the other hand and continued to rub her clit faster until she brought herself to orgasm. She spread her long legs apart and raised her ass up off the bed, until the only thing touching was the back of her shoulders and the bottoms of her feet.  She imagined herself spreading her legs for her fantasy black lover, and feeling his hard cock plunging deep in her tight cunt. In the middle of her orgasm, she made a simple decision about tomorrow night. YES, OH YES!

“What did she say?” Gary asked Marci.  “Your daughter is a natural born slut Gary”, she laughed. “A chip off the old block, I might add.”  Gary smiled and said the only word he could think of. “WOW!”Marci reached her hand down and grabbed Gary’s crotch.  “Oh my, and what do we have here?” she asked, as she squeezed Gary’s erect hard on.  “You know what it is bitch”, he said as he stood up.  Marci dropped to her knees in front of Gary and pulled his sweat pants down to his ankles, exposing his throbbing dick.  She looked up at him as she moved her mouth to the end of his dick and began to lick the swollen head. “You like this Lover?” she giggled. “Fuck yea, suck it bitch,” he ordered. “Like this baby?” she asked as she took his cock deep in her mouth and began sucking and moving her head back and forth on his tool.  “That’s it baby, Oh Yes”.  “You want me to suck Bill’s big black cock like this tomorrow night, don’t you?” she asked smiling up at Gary. She knew just what to say to Gary to turn him on even more. “Oh fuck Yes!” he responded. 




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 05



Marci noticed Sandy first. She was standing in the kitchen door leaning against the door jam watching. Marci made eye contact with Sandy and let her know it was OK, by licking Gary’s balls and his dick as she looked at her. Gary glanced over at Sandy and froze. “Chill Gary!” Marci said.  Gary looked back down at Marci. She was sucking and taking his cock faster. Marci was really getting into it and it felt sooo damn good.  Gary took Marci’s head in his hands and began fucking her mouth as she sucked.  A second or two later, he had forgotten that Sandy was watching. Marci pulled away just long enough to say, “You want to see Bill fuck Sandy like a whore don’t you Baby?” Gary didn’t respond. His eyes were closed and he was still moving his hips. “Don’t you Gary?” Marci said again as she stroked his rock hard cock.  “Tell her Gary”, she instructed. Gary opened his eyes and looked down at Marci. She was looking up at him and he knew she wasn’t going to finish until he answered her.  Gary looked over at Sandy. She was standing there watching with her hands on her breasts, squeezing them, her face was flushed and he could tell she was enjoying the view. “Yes you fucking slut, I want to watch Bill fuck the ever loving crap out of her”, Gary said to Marci as he pulled her head back against his cock. 

Marci was an expert. She opened her mouth and went to work giving Gary a blowjob to die for. She buried her fingernails into his ass as she took his cock deep in her throat until his balls were pressed against her chin. She began sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow.  “Oh Baby”, Gary moaned. “I’m going to cum down your fucking throat”.  Marci didn’t slow down; she was pumping her head back and forth on Gary’s cock and squeezing his balls now. She felt his cock begin to throb and knew that he was only seconds from giving her his love potion. Gary arched his back and moaned as he released into Marci’s mouth. “Here you fucking whore”, Gary said as shoved his cock in deeper. She took the first squirt deep down the back of her throat. She moved her head back a little and opened her mouth as Gary shot another line of cum onto her tongue and lips. Marci took Gary’s cock in her hands and moved the head around her lips. She let her tongue probe the end to get the last drop of cum. Gary legs became weak and he sat back onto the bar stool as Marci stood up.  

Gary looked over at Sandy. She was still standing in the doorway, and had one hand on her cunt. Marci walked toward her. She was looking into Sandy’s eyes, and without saying a word, walked up to her and put a hand on Sandy’s breast. Sandy didn’t resist. Marci still had Gary’s cum on her lips and around her mouth. She put her left hand on Sandy’s neck, pulled her toward her, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Sandy didn’t move for a few seconds, and then she began kissing Marci back, and put her hands on Marci’s breasts. Marci let her hand drop and found Sandy’s cunt and began to softly feel her love spot. Sandy’s hips began moving against Marci’s hand and she began probing Marci’s mouth with her tongue. Marci’s lips were soft and full, and the taste of Gary’s, still warm, cum sent her into orbit. She feverishly started licking Marci’s mouth and chin.  Sandy had just gotten off 10 or 15 minutes before and had come in to tell Marci that she was “game” for tomorrow night. Sandy was even more turned on now after watching Gary and Marci, and she loved the attention she was receiving from Marci. 

She had been with a couple of girls back in San Diego and enjoyed the feel of a woman’s body next to hers. Marci dropped to her knees again, this time in front of Sandy. She pulled Sandy’s panties down and pressed her face into her crotch. Sandy leaned back against the wall, spread her legs as wide as she could, and held Marci’s head as Marci let her tongue explore Sandy’s clit. Gary couldn’t believe what he was watching. Marci was just about the hottest thing he had ever seen, and she had become insatiable.  She was eating Sandy with the same intensity as she had sucked Gary. “God, she was fantastic, and Sandy had the most beautiful cunt.” He thought. Marci stood and kissed Sandy again. They embraced for almost a minute before Marci took Sandy’s hand in hers saying, “Were going to bed Gary. See you in an hour or two”. She smiled at Gary and added, “I’ll leave the door open if you want to watch dear, but don’t even think about bringing that fucking camera.” Marci turned and led Sandy, by the hand, down the hall to the room with the stuffed animals and the big Brass bed.    

It was Saturday morning and Gary woke at 8am. Marci was already up and in the kitchen fixing breakfast when he walked in. She was wearing Bills old black T-shirt and it just covered the bottom of her bare ass. “Well, your looking chipper this morning Baby”, Gary said as he kissed her on the back of the neck. “I had a very good time last night,” she chuckled. “I know, I was watching”, Gary replied. “You guys were so hot”, he added.  “Not as hot as were going to be tonight” she teased.  “That reminds me, I got to call Bill before he takes off to play golf or something” she said as she put a lid on the pan and reached for the remote phone on the wall. She hit a speed dial number and waited for Bill to answer. 

Gary fixed a cup of coffee and sat with Lori as she ate a bowl of Lucky Charms. He watched Marci as she walked around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready, and chatting with Bill.  She was telling him all about Sandy and listening to what Bill was saying. “Bye Sweetie, see you guys around 8, and don’t be late.” She said as she hung the phone back on the wall.  “Guys?” Gary asked.  “You wont believe this”. Marci said and went on to explain. “Bill’s nephew Sean, just got out of the Marines and is living on Bill’s sofa until he can find an apartment. According to Bill he is 26, single, good looking and built like a rock. He would be perfect for Sandy, don’t you think? I told Bill to bring him along tonight. Is that OK?” she asked. Gary laughed, “You just want Bill all to yourself tonight.” “Well”, Marci said, “Maybe a little”. “A little my ass, you Horney slut”, Gary teased.

Marci and Sandy started getting ready at 6. Bill had been over a few times before and Gary had always gotten Marci ready. He had bathed her, and shaved her and dressed her. It was a big turn-on for him to get her ready for “black cock”.  This time though, she and Sandy went into the bedroom and closed the door. Gary had already dropped Lori off at Brenda’s for the night, and thought he would move some of the living room furniture around, to make some extra room in the middle of the floor, for a blanket and a few pillows. He had a few Interracial DVD’s to put on later. Marci loved watching them, not that she needed them to get in the mood. Marci Clark was always in the mood for hard black cock. 

Gary decided to go get his camera from the bedroom and as he approached the door, it opened and Sandy came out. Her hair was wet and she was carrying a large fluffy towel.  She was nude and looked like she had just gotten out of the tub. Sandy paused in the hall next to Gary. “Hey Gary”, she said. “God Sandy, didn’t your mother ever teach you anything about modesty?” Gary was staring at her moist body and her perfect tits. “It’s no fun being modest” she smiled. “Besides, Marci said you like the way I dress”.  “What else did Marci tell you?” he asked.  Sandy laughed and said. “She told me all kinds of things about you, you big stud”, as she reached up and pushed the towel against Gary’s face and walked past him to her bedroom.  

Gary watched her perfect ass walk into her room. He took a deep breath, and walked into his room. Marci was sitting at her makeup dresser. She had a bath towel wrapped around her and she too looked like she had just gotten out of the tub. Gary thought about that for a second before he asked, “So what have you been telling Sandy about me?” “Not much. Just that you want her to fuck black guys while you watch, and that you wouldn’t mind fucking her yourself.” “Bitch” Gary said, as he leaned over and bit her on the neck.  “So, what did she say?” He asked.  Marci just smiled at Gary in the mirror and didn’t answer.

The girls were ready a little before 8 and Gary had served them a couple of rounds of Margaritas to help them loosen up a little. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Marci was wearing a pair Sandy’s, much, too tight, Short Shorts. They were low cut and way too small for her. Her ass stuck out the bottoms, and the thin, tight material outlined every detail of her cunt. She wore a half t-shirt that exposed her flat tummy and barely covered her full breasts. Her gold belly button ring sparkled. Sandy was wearing a bright red, low cut, very short, summer dress. The kind of a dress, women sometimes wear over their swimsuits. “God, you have the most beautiful long legs Baby”, Gary said under his breath. Sandy wasn’t wearing anything under the dress.  She was barefoot and Marci had loaned her a gold ankle chain with little bells on it. It jingled when she walked. Gary hadn’t seen Sandy wear much makeup before. Marci had done her face and she looked unbelievably sexy. 

“Well, how do we look? Do we have that “fuck-me” look Baby?” Marci teased.  “Most definitely”, Gary said. “Hey, let me get a few photos of you before Bill and Sean get here”. Gary snapped half-a-dozen snapshots of the girls and sat the camera down on the coffee table.  “You better be damn careful with those pictures this time Gary Clark”, Marci warned. Sandy looked up and asked, “Huh?”  Marci looked at her, then at Gary, and said, “Oh it was no big deal. Mr. Computer Expert here, just let some fucking hacker download about 24 fucking photos of me and Brenda at a fucking gangbang, and they got posted all over the fucking Internet. That’s all.” Gary looked at Marci thinking, “She is never going to let me live this down for as long as I live…….”   

A few seconds later, “Gangbang? Brenda? AUNT BRENDA?” Sandy asked with a puzzled look on her face.  Gary walked over to the TV, switched it on and placed a tape in the VCR.  “Check this out Sandy Baby”, Gary said.  Sandy’s eyes were glued to the screen. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Wow! Marci, you and Aunt Brenda look like you were having sooo much fun”.  “That guy on the right there is Bill”, Marci said pointing to the TV screen.  “He’s…he’s…” Sandy stuttered. “Big?” Marci interjected. “Uh Huh” Sandy said without looking away from the set. “You’re going to love what he does with it”, Marci said.  Gary was feeling his dick beginning to get hard in his pants when he heard the doorbell ring.

Marci opened the door and Bill came in first, with a shorter, very buffed, younger man behind him. “Hey Baby”, Bill said as he grabbed Marci and pulled her to him. She went easily into him arms as he kissed her on the lips and grabbed her ass and squeezed.  “You look so fucking hot Baby”, he said as he stood back to admire her attire.  Bill began to introduce Sean. “Everyone, this is Sean. Sean, say hello to Marci. That is Gary over there and that beautiful Angel next to him must be Sandy.”  Everyone nodded hello to Sean. Marci walked up to Sean and put her hand on his bulging bicep and said in her sexiest voice, “Hi Sean, welcome”. She turned to Bill and said, “God Bill, he is a doll”.  Gary met Bill and Sean in the middle of the room and shook hands with them. “Sup Gary?” Bill said. He didn’t wait for Gary to respond and walked past him to Sandy. “And your Sandy! Marci has told me all about you.  You are much prettier than I imagined.” Sandy blushed and took his hand. Bill looked back at Sean and said, “Sean, come here and meet Sandy.” Sean put out his hand and said “Hey Baby”.

Sean and Bill sat down at both ends of sofa and Marci sat between them, next to Bill.  Gary served another round of drinks for everyone and sat on the Love seat next to Sandy.  The first half hour, they chatted, mostly asking Sean questions about the Marines and his moving to Portland. He had rented an apartment, but it wouldn’t be ready for another two weeks. He had sent out a few resumes but really wasn’t planning on going to work for a month or two. 

Gary noticed that Marci was getting restless and he reached for his DVD remote and clicked the “Play” button.  “You like porn movies Sandy?” Gary asked.  “Sure”, she replied.  Within a minute into the first fuck scene, Bill had his arm around Marci and had pulled her T-shirt up, exposing her tits. His hand was massaging one of them as she snuggled up closer to him and buried her head against his chest. Her hand was in his crotch feeling his, already hard, cock.  A minute later Marci was pulling on Bill’s belt buckle and un-doing his pants. She turned sideways on the sofa, on her knees, and pulled Bill’s fat, black cock out and stoked it a minute or two before lowering her head and taking it deep in her mouth. 

Everyone watched as Bill put his head back against the sofa, closed his eyes and moaned. Marci ran her lips up and down his ebony shaft, and licked it up and down its entire swollen eight-inch length, like it was an ice cream bar. She was on her knees with her ass facing Sean. “Feel that hot ass Sean”, Bill said.  Sean lifted his hand and began to feel Marci’s ass. His hand slipped between her legs and he squeezed her cunt through her tight shorts. Marci moaned, pushed her ass back and started moving it up and down, as Sean’s strong fingers kneaded her cunt. “I think she wants you to fuck her Sean”, Bill laughed. Sean reached his hands up to the top of Marci’s shorts and pulled them back, and down her legs. She raised her knee so Sean could pull them off of one leg. As soon as her leg was free, she put one foot on the floor and spread her legs apart and raised her ass up high.  Sean began to feel her cunt again, and admired her ass for a moment before he pressed his face into it and began to lick. 

Marci was moaning and started sucking Bill even faster, and was jacking him off with both hands.  “This white whore of yours wants some black cock Gary Boy”, Bill said. Sandy had been sitting still, but was now getting restless and moving a little in her seat. She was staring at Marci intently, and was becoming more and more aroused, at the sight of her stepmother and her two black lovers.  Sean stood up and unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. In a second he had removed his shirt and stood facing Marci’s ass, with a huge, black hard on in his hand. 

Sean was muscular and had an incredible build. His cock was almost as large as Bill’s and stuck straight out.  He knelt on the sofa behind Marci and grabbed her hips. Marci raised her ass a little higher in anticipation of receiving what she wanted. Marci took Bill’s cock out of her mouth and looked back at Sean. “Fuck me Sean, give me that black cock Baby”, she told him. Sean reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit a few times, before he placed the tip of his cock against Marci’s cunt. He moved it in slowly; about four inches, then pulled it back out, with the tip resting on the opening of her cunt, and waited. Marci shoved her ass back trying to impale herself on his huge cock.  Sean then put his hands back on Marci’s hips, grabbed hold, and pulled her back hard, as he plunged his cock deep into her.  Marci made a gasping sound and moaned deeper, still sucking Bill’s shaft.  Sean began slowly sliding his cock in Marci’s hot cunt, and then out, until only the tip was inserted. “No reason to get off fast, going to take my time and fuck this bitch right”, he thought to himself. 

“You like watching them, don’t you Baby?” Gary asked Sandy in a whisper. “Uh Huh”, she smiled.  “Makes you hot, doesn’t it Baby”, Gary asked. “Uh Huh”, she whispered back, not taking her eyes off the threesome action across the coffee table from her. Gary had a massive hard on and wanted to remove his pants. He was rubbing it as he watched his slut-wife take on these two black studs, just a few feet from him. “God, she was hot, what a fucking slut”, he thought. He was just as turned on, as he had been the first time he watched her fuck Bill.  “You want them to fuck you like that, don’t you Baby?” Gary asked Sandy, loud enough for all to hear. “Yes”, Sandy whispered.  Gary heard her but didn’t think Bill and Sean did, so he said, “What was that Sandy? I didn’t quite hear you”. “YES!” she answered louder.  “That’s my girl”, Gary said as he gave her a big smile. Gary stood up and walked over to the fireplace hearth, picked up a large blanket, and a couple of small bottles of lubricant, he had placed there a few hours before. He spread the blanket out on the floor, and threw a few large floor pillows on the blanket. “Its party time”, he said aloud, as he reached for his digital camera on the coffee table, and sat back down next to Sandy.

Sean was still slipping his cock in and out of Marci, as she rocked back and forth between his cock and Bill’s. Sean had his thumb in her ass hole and was moving it and out.  “Hey Sean”, Bill said. “This slut loves it up the ass, why don’t you give her a good ass fucking, while I go get me some of that hot, young pussy over there”. Marci was sucking Bill’s cock and he was staring into Sandy’s eyes as he spoke.

“Pull your dress up and show him your pussy Baby”, Gary said to Sandy. Sandy pulled up the bottom of her dress as Gary put his hand under her knee and pulled her leg, up and apart.  Sandy moved her other leg exposing her cunt to Bill.  Bill moved out from under Marci just as Sean was moving his cock deep into her ass. Marci moved against the arm of the Sofa and hugged it as Sean shoved his cock in until his balls touched the back of her ass and her cunt. Bill continued to stare at Sandy as he removed his clothes, then walked around the coffee table and stood in front of Sandy with his big, swollen, shinny, black cock in his hand. “You are so pretty Baby”, Bill said to Sandy. “Go ahead and suck his cock Sandy”, Gary said as he let go of her leg. 

Sandy moved forward and took the giant cock in her hands and moved her lips to the tip. It was still moist from Marci’s saliva and his pre-cum. She took the tip into her mouth. It was hot and smooth. “Sooo smooth”, she thought to herself.  “Oh yea”, Bill said. “That’s it Baby, suck it”, he told her.  Sandy began working the big cock in her mouth and kissing it all over, almost with the same technique as Marci used. Bill reached down and pulled her dress up over her head, and tossed it on the floor behind the Love seat.  Then he began rubbing her tits and her neck as she continued to suck his cock. “Hey Gary, this little bitch sucks real good.” Bill said. Bill put both of his hands on her wrists and said, “I’m going to fuck you now Baby”, as he pulled her up to him. Bill turned and took Sandy over to the blanket and told her to lie down. Bill got in front of her and pulled her knees apart, and just looked at her beautiful body for a few seconds.  He began kissing her on the knees and the inside of her thighs as he worked his way up to her cunt.  Sandy was moving her hips up and down and squirming as Bill’s tongue found her clit. He put his hands under her ass and held tight as he kissed, sucked and licked her cunt. The room was spinning for Sandy.  She was more turned on than anytime she could remember.  Watching the movies of Marci and Aunt Brenda, the drinks, the anticipation, her Dad whispering in her ear, looking over and seeing Marci getting fucked in the ass by a guy she didn’t even know, the taste of Bill’s cock on her lips, having sex with Marci the night before, this black man’s tongue in her cunt. It all came at once, in a rush, and she felt her body tighten and then explode, releasing a tremendous orgasm.  Sandy grabbed Bill’s head and pulled it hard against her cunt as she shoved her hips up and grinded her clit against Bills mouth. “Oh my god”, she sighed.  Bill rose up and sat on his knees stroking his cock and looking at Sandy. “Turn over bitch”, he said to her, as he put his hand under her calf and lifted.  “Get on your hands and knees slut”, he instructed.  Sandy did as she was told and turned over with her ass up and ready. She was facing Gary. Gary had removed his pants and his dick was hard as a rock. He was sitting on the edge of the coffee table. He held the camera, pointed at Sandy, with one hand and held his dick with the other.  Bill put both of his hands on the inside of Sandy’s thighs and squeezed, then moved them up and squeezed her ass. He moved forward on his knees, and laid his cock on the crack of her ass, as he ran his big black hands all over her back and up to her shoulders, then back along her sides, to her hips. Her skin was so smooth and soft.  Bill let his right hand find her cunt and inserted two fingers into the opening. It was dripping wet and the moisture had covered the backs of her legs. “Your ready to get bred, aren’t you bitch?” Bill asked her. Sandy had closed her eyes. She knew it was going to hurt, but she wanted that cock in her. Bill applied some of the lubricant to the end of his cock and placed it against Sandy’s small cunt. He slapped her on the ass, and Sandy let out a yelp. Bill slapped her ass again, and again she yelled.  Bill pushed his cock in the tight opening just an inch or so, and stopped. “Relax bitch”, he said “and it wont hurt as much”. Sandy tried to relax, but it felt like she was being ripped apart. Bill moved his hips forward again, and Sandy began moving forward, on her hands and knees, to get away from the monster cock.  Bill was walking on his knees right behind her, his cock still in her cunt. Sandy crawled forward, about four or five feet to where Gary was sitting and grabbed his legs.  “Hold this cunt still Gary, so I can fuck her”, Bill said. Gary sat the camera down and put his hands on Sandy’s arms and held her from moving. “Just relax Baby”, Gary said.  Bill was gentle with her as he moved his cock in, very slowly and deeper, up into her belly.  Sandy moaned at the pain of the giant cock, stretching her tight, young cunt, to unbelievable portions. Within a minute of Bill’s cock moving in and out of her cunt, what had been pain, just seconds before, had become incredible pleasure for the young girl. Sandy was holding tight to Gary’s legs as Bill picked up the rhythm and the intensity of his fucking.  Gary could hear Sandy begin to pant and breath in unison, with the pounding Bill was giving her from behind. “Damn Gary, this is one hot slut you got here. Look how she moves that ass”, Bill said to Gary as he fucked his daughter. Gary glanced over at Marci. Sean was standing up on the sofa and was squatting behind her, as he continued to plunge his black shaft deep into her ass. Marci had one hand under her, rubbing her clit and cunt as she got fucked. She was breathing hard and, like Sean, was covered in sweat. “They would be done any second now”, Gary thought to himself.    




Gary 'The Cuck' Clark Ch. 05



“What a fucking turn-on”, Gary thought as he watched Bill fuck the crap out of Sandy as he held her. And a few feet away, his lovely wife was taking 8 inches of hard black cock up the ass and loving every stroke. Sandy was panting faster now and moaning. He could feel her body tense and knew that she was going to cum soon. He let go of her arms and rubbed her shoulders and watched Bills expression as he too was getting ready to shoot his load. All the sucking from Marci, and now having his cock buried deep into this tight, blond “beach bunny” he had fantasized about for so long, had brought him to an early climax that he didn’t want to postpone any longer.  It had been two fucking weeks since he had gotten off and his balls were swollen with Cum. “Oh Yes! You Fucking Whore, I’m going to fill your tight cunt with my love juice Bitch”, Bill said as he felt his ball tighten. He pulled Sandy back hard and shoved his cock in as deep as he could, and held it without moving. The tip of cock was pressing hard against her cervix. Sandy screamed from the pain, and at the same time felt her body begin to convulse in orgasm. Bill let go and started filling her with cum. He then moaned and began pumping hard and slamming his black cock in her, even harder than before. Sandy dug her nails into Gary’s calves and moaned as the big black man continued to fuck her. Behind him, Gary heard Marci and Sean moan as they both came at almost the same time. Gary looked over at them and saw that Sean was filling her ass with cum. Both of his hands were on Marci’s shoulders, and he had her pinned against the arm of the sofa, as he held his black cock deep in her rectum. “Shit”, Gary said to himself. “No fucking pictures of any of this”. A few minutes later, both Marci and Sandy stood and headed to the ladies room to clean up. Gary noticed cum running down the back of Sandy’s legs as she walked away from him. Gary had placed a few towels on the fireplace hearth that Sean and Bill were using to wipe their love sticks with. “I could use a drink”, Gary said. “How about you guys?” he asked. 

Marci and Sandy were back in a few minutes a brought a couple of hot, wet towels for Sean and Bill. Bill was sitting back on the sofa and Marci walked to him and sat on his lap.  Sandy sat down next to Sean and everyone chatted and talked about how much fun the fucking had been. “Got to tell you Gary old man, these are a couple of awesome sluts you got here”, Bill said. “No shit”, Sean added, as he put an arm around Sandy and let his hand rest on her firm breast.  They all finished a couple more rounds of drinks when Marci said, “How about you boys staying the night? I’m sure we can think of all kinds of fun things to do.” 

Sean spent the next 45 minutes whispering in Sandy’s ear and nibbling on her neck. He too wanted some of this hot, young pussy. Sandy stood up and reached down and took Sean by the hand and pulled. “Nite Nite guys”, she said, as she pulled him up from the sofa, and led him out of the room, down the hall to her bedroom. “Good idea girl friend”, Marci said as she stood and walked over to Gary. She kissed him on the lips and said, “lets go to bed Honey” and took his hand, led him back to where Bill was sitting and said, “come on Lover”. She also took Bills hand, and led both of them to her room. 

Bill and Gary were on the bed, lying on their backs. Marci crawled in between them.  They lay there for a few minutes as Marci stroked both of their cocks with her hands. Gary was still hard as a rock and ready to burst.  They all heard a loud sound. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “What is that noise?” Marci asked Gary. “Shit”, Gary replied. “It’s the damn Brass bed. I set it too close to the wall.”  “Sounds like Sean is getting his dick wet”, Bill said laughing. A minute later they could hear Sandy squealing in time with the thumping. Marci sat up, leaned over and began sucking Gary’s dick for a minute and then, leaned the other way and sucked Bill’s cock. She was going back and forth between them and could tell that Gary was about ready to cum.      Bill’s cock was hard and Gary could see it in the dim light.  Marci threw her leg over bill and got up on top of him. She had to rise up on one of her feet to get high enough to get the end of his cock in her cunt. She lowered her cunt all the way down, taking the black shaft, its entire length into her. Marci put her hands on Bills muscular chest and began moving her cunt up and down on his cock, as Gary watched.  Bill had both of his hands on her breasts and held them as she rode him.  Gary could see the contrast of her white skin against his black body, and he could see Bill’s huge cock disappear into her cunt with each stroke. In the background he could hear all the sounds mixed into one; Sandy was a “screamer” and it was apparent that she was getting fucked hard, Marci’s and Bill were moaning, the brass bed was thumping against the wall, even Gary’s heavy breathing was mixed into it. Gary could smell the sex. Marci leaned forward and lay flat on Bill’s chest. She looked over at Gary and said. “Fuck me in the ass Gary”.  Gary got behind them and saw Bill’s huge cock in her cunt. Her ass hole was still wet and stretched from Sean fucking it earlier.  Gary moved up on his knees and placed his cock against her opening and shoved. “Oh yes Baby”, Marci said as she felt his cock fill her ass. Gary began moving in and out and could feel Bill’s cock up inside her. They had all done this before and Marci was hooked on double penetration. She loved the feel of having two cocks in her at the same time. Bill began moving his cock in and out, and he and Gary got their rhythm together.  Marci moaned and started biting Bill on the neck. Gary knew he wouldn’t last long and started fucking her ass faster. She still had Sean’s cum in her and it was smooth and slippery. “Give it to me harder Baby”, Marci said. Neither Bill nor Gary knew which of them she was talking too, and both began to pump her harder.  Gary let go and unloaded his cum sack in her ass before collapsing on the bed next to her and Bill. Gary lay there and watched as Marci continued working her cunt on Bill’s black cock. “How the hell does he go so long?” Gary asked himself.  Gary dozed off a while later, listening to the moaning and thumping sounds.

He woke up, laying on his side, and looked at the clock on the end table. “Damn, it was 6 am”. Still half asleep, he rolled over to discover that he was in bed alone. He laid his head back on the pillow, stretched, and started to clear his head of the few drinks that he had the night before. He was thinking about last night, when he heard the thumping sound again. “Jesus, the fucking Marine, was still at it.” He thought as he wondered if Sean had been fucking Sandy all night. A second later her recognized the sound of the shower running in the master bath.  “So, that’s where Bill and Marci went.”  Gary sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, before standing and walking, toward the bathroom. He opened the door and entered the steam filled room.  Gary squinted at the fogged-up glass on the shower door and could make out what appeared to be the back of a black man, who had a white woman pressed up against the shower wall and was banging the hell out of her. Her hands were around his neck and her legs were sticking out on both sides, with one foot up on the shower bench.  He could see the muscles tighten in the man’s ass as he plunged his hips back and forth against the woman. There was no mistaking the moaning sounds, it was his wife Marci, but that strong back and all the fucking muscles did not belong to Bill.  “Fuck”, Gary said to himself. “That was Sean fucking Marci in his shower”, and then he thought about the thumping sound coming from Sandy’s room. 

Gary walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to Sandy’s room. The door was partly open and he pushed it open further and stepped into the doorway. The bed was against the far wall, and all he could see of his daughter, was the bottoms of her feet and her hands. Bill’s large body completely covered the rest of her. He was laying on her missionary style, and her legs were up on his back. Her hands were on his ass pulling him into her. He could also see the bottom of her ass and Bill’s huge cock shoved deep into her tiny cunt, his balls lying on her ass cheeks. Bill rose and fell pumping her cunt with his cock, over and over, slamming her hard enough to make the bed hit the wall with each stroke. Sandy’s feet were flying around, and she screamed every time Bills cock impaled her.  Gary stepped into the room a little further and watched the giant cock, begin to coat with white cream, as he filled her cunt again with his semen. He continued to watch them as Sandy took Bill’s cum covered cock in her mouth and lick it clean. “She was sooo fucking sexy”, Gary thought.

Gary was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, when Bill entered wearing a pair of boxer shorts.  His shaved head was covered with perspiration. “Good morning Fucker”, Gary said to Bill. “Want some java to go with your morning pussy?” Gary asked, “Thanks, I could really use a cup right now”, Bill said. “Damn Gary, that little slut cant get enough”, Bill said as he reached for the coffee pot. “She came and got ME this morning, can you believe that shit?” Bill asked. “Anyway, we got that Bitch broke to black cock, just like Marci and Brenda”, Bill added with a smile.  Bill looked around and asked, “Where is Marci and Sean?” “They’re taking a shower together. I think they are trying to save water.” Gary laughed.

Everyone was in the kitchen looking for food a half hour later when Sandy said, out of the blue, “Hey Dad, seeing how Sean doesn’t have a place to stay, except on Bill’s sofa, how about if he stays with us for a couple of weeks till his apartment is ready? He can stay in my room.” Gary stared at Sandy for a minute when Marci jumped in. “That’s a great idea”, Marci said. “Come on Dad”, Marci said. “Can we keep him? Pretty please, can we keep him?” she laughed.  Sean said that he didn’t want to be a burden and all, but you could see the look in his eyes. Two hot fucking white bitches to entertain him for two weeks. Sandy and Marci were standing beside Sean and had their hands on his chest. Gary looked at the big ass smiles on the girl’s faces and said, “Well if you stay Sean, it’s going to cost you a bunch. But, I guess you can work it off in labor.” Bill stood up and said, “Hell, I got a better idea, lets have Gary stay at my place, with the dog, and I’ll stay here too.” Everyone except Gary laughed. 

Bill took Sean with him to get his luggage and his car. Sandy was taking a nap. Gary and Marci were laying on their bed talking. “Looks like I’m going to have a little competition around her for awhile”, Gary teased. “Hey Baby”, Marci said. “You can have me and Sandy any time you want us”.  “I’ve been thinking about that, and to tell you the truth, as much as I want to do Sandy, I just can’t do it”, Gary said. “I understand Baby”, Marci said as she snuggled up to Gary.  “Looks like your stuck with little old me”, she said. “Shit Marci, you’re the perfect wife, slut and all. You’re the only woman I want.” He said. “Good” she said, “because I get jealous as hell. And, Dear husband, don’t worry about Sean being here, I promise I’ll save you something wet, warm, and creamy for your dinner” she laughed. 

“Something else I was thinking”, Gary said. “I think you better get Sandy down to see your OB/GYN pretty soon. With Bill and Sean not wearing condoms, we can’t be too careful.”  “Good idea” she said as she was dozing off. “I’ll call and make an appointment on Monday morning.” 

Sandy, like most young girls her age, was using the pill. She had been on the pill for almost three years and had trusted it completely. She practiced safe sex, and used condoms, except with her steady boy friends. Sandy never really got into counting days, and It just so happened, that part of the reason she had such great orgasms the night before, was because she was ovulating. At best, birth control pills only worked 98% of the time, and you had to be absolutely sure you took them without fail. Sandy had only missed a couple of days and didn’t think much about it.  She was young, a bit naïve, and extremely fertile. It had been 10 days since her last period, and Bill was a very potent black male. When he had ejaculated in her the night before, his cock was pressed against her cervix and he filled her. Added to the problem, was the fact that he had not had sex in two weeks, and his cum was charged and lethal.  The small white egg in Sandy’s uterus had no chance against the tens of millions of potent black sperm that gang raped it, and the appointment with the OB/GYN that Marci would schedule for her, would be in vain. It would be more than 60 days before Sandy would take her “test”. During that time she would have sex with many black men. She too, like Marci, had become a “Whore for Black Cock. For months later she would wonder who the father of her baby was, and eventually decide it must have been the young, strong, Marine, who shared her bed for a few weeks. She would forget Bill telling her, he was going to breed her that night, the night when she experienced her first black cock. 

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