Marci woke up the next morning and her door was shut.  He had seen her.  She 
decided to do it again tonight but this time she would put a pillow under 
her stomach so that her butt would be higher in the air than her head.  She 
woke up feeling lips kissing her back.  The light was out and it was 
absolutely dark in the room.  She felt hands on her ass and then felt 
something hot, wet and hard pressing against her cunt.  She moved her hips 
up a little and spread her legs as wide as she could and pushed back with 
her arms to push that huge cock into her cunt.  Once Marci began moaning, he 
knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.   The more she 
moaned, the harder he fucked her until he filled her with his cum.  He had 
had vasectomy years before and loved the freedom it gave him to fuck Marci 
without a condom.   He pulled out and quietly walked to his room without 
saying a word.  Marci went to sleep in that position with her well fucked, 
cum filled cunt sticking up in the air.  The next morning neither of them 
spoke about the night before.  It was as if it never happened.   Marci moved 
away to college 6 months later and never returned home to live, but during 
those 6 months, she would leave her door open three or four times a week for 
her silent night visitor who would pump her to glorious orgasms and leave 
her well lubricated.  Other than a little moaning, they had never spoken one 
word about the sessions, to each other or anyone else for that matter.  Some 
people really wouldn't understand.  It wasn't like he had molested her and 
she was hardly niave.  She would have to give him a call this weekend if she 
got back from Bills early enough.   She would also 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 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 would spend most of her day playing with her 
terrier.  Marci could easily keep an eye on her and didn't keep the volume 
turned up so high that she couldn't hear Lori if she needed her.  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 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" 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 the 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.

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, started for the door to the kitchen, she glanced 
out the window to see Lori playing in the sand box with Oscar.  Mommy had 
something important to do and hoped that Lori would keep herself occupied.  
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.  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 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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