INTERRACIAL by The Cuck
Chapter 3
Getting ready for the Gangbang

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  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-in-law 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.

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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