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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The John Wayne Gang Bang
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF BMWF Interr cheat oral)(BM+WF Interr cheat wife oral)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility
is insane.  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  MSU (made shit
up).  Advanced age often makes one do strange things.  You're seeing life
pass you by.  There are some things you just cannot do any more. 
Everything you do could be the last time you do something.  You remember
scary events from your youth...And realize that there haven't been many
that affected you at all and only indirectly.  You feel insignificant, tied
to the past but not part of the future...You break out !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The John Wayne Gang Bang

   (MF BMWF Interr cheat oral)

   (BM+WF Interr cheat wife oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   PROLOGUE

   The Vietnamese girl was small...Under five feet.  She had long, black
hair that ended well below her butt.  Her tits were small mounds on her
chest but had very nice, prominent, dark nipples.  They were erect.  She
was still wearing her panties and walking toward the bed.

   The man was naked, his cock tenting the sheet.  There was only thirty
minutes before curfew and he didn't want her to spend the night.  The
others wouldn't understand.  She was more like a sister to them.  He pulled
the sheet off his body.  His cock was stiff with his passion.  He moved to
the far side of the twin bed.

   The girl was of legal age anywhere in the world.  She'd been working for
the Americans from the time she was sixteen but this was a first.  It was
time to get out of Vietnam and this was the only way it could be
guaranteed. She slipped her panties off and her hands immediately covered
her softly haired loins.

   He was so hard and ready.  She quickly realized that she also was ready.
Much more so than normal.  His hands were now rubbing her nipples and
breasts.  His dick poking against her stomach.  He was climbing between her
legs, running his dick right up into her.

   "Ooooh !" She was surprised how much bigger he was and shocked by the
pounding that followed.  She was going to be sore and she'd never been sore
after that first time.  He was up on his hands above her, looking down at
her.  He was smiling.  She smiled back as he pumped in and out of her.

   He was amazed at how small she was.  So much smaller than back home in
the states.  Her cunt was like a tight glove surrounding his cock.  She was
very wet and he easily slid in and out of her.  Her nipples were erect and
pointing at his chest, her legs gripping his waist and hips.  His cock felt
huge in her, his balls slapping against her asshole.

   She could sense he was close when it overcame her.  She reached for his
neck but couldn't, her hands sliding down his arms.  She thrust her crotch
up at him but was no match for his weight.  His cock continued to piston in
and out of her.  Her belly was tight and so was her cunt, gripping the cock
pounding in and out of her vagina.

   The first spurt closed his eyes.  He froze and could feel his cock spasm
in her belly.  Another spurt.  She was gooie wet.  He could feel it drench
his pubic hair.  Already he was thinking of having her stay.  He wanted to
watch her ride him and then suck the load out of his prick.

   She was amazed at the huge amount of semen that was injected into her
cunt.  She could feel it dribbling out of her and down the crack of her
ass. The sheet was getting wet.  He was up on his knees.  His cock was now
pointing down at the bed, cum dripping off of it.  She sensed that this
evening wasn't over yet.....

   CHAPTER ONE

   Cindy Blake dug her feet into the sand and lay back in her beach chair.
The wind had backed off and she could feel the sun warming her skin. 
Thirty years ago she'd be wearing a tiny bikini, like that one down at the
shore line...A fighter pilot's wife...A war hero's wife...Even if it was an
unpopular war...But that was thirty years ago.  This was today and she was
wearing a very modest one piece.

   The surf was almost non-existent today but still there were a lot of
white caps off the end of the jetty.  This was her favorite beach down
here...And she was so lucky to be down here.  Her husband was back home in
Las Vegas, running their family business.  The summer beach house was her
idea and was the ideal get-away from the heat of a Las Vegas summer.  She
spent almost all summer down here...Every year.

   The walk up and down the beach always took about a half an hour.  It was
no different today.  Her exercise for the day and now to pack up and drive
back to "the beach house." That's what he always called it, "the beach
house." It was just past three and he always called about three-thirty. 
She hurried a little on the way to the car and was out of breath when she
opened the trunk to deposit her beach chair and umbrella.

   She took her time putting her blouse on, over her bathing suit.  The
parking lot was starting to clear out.  It was a weekday.  She never came
down here on a weekend.  It was packed with people...And all the kids,
kicking sand all over the place.  No, the weekdays were considerably more
enjoyable.  She noticed some people walking down the ramp to the beach as
she drove to the top.  God !  How do people make it to the top on the way
up.  She couldn't imagine walking.

   It was a little after four before she got off the phone with her
husband. Business had been good.  Las Vegas was growing like a weed and had
just about the best business climate in the United States.  After
retirement from the service, her husband wanted to be his own boss so they
bought the business.  That had been over ten years ago.

   Cindy turned on the shower and began stripping off her bathing suit. 
Her body was white from the top of her breasts to her crotch, the juncture
of her thighs covered with a thick wad of brown pubic hair.  Her hips were
wide and heavy to support the prominent butt she had acquired over the
years.  It was plump and had a few dimples in it.  Her thighs and legs were
trim by comparison.

   Her stomach was starting to bulge a little and her belly button seemed
to recess more every month.  Her giant breasts hung on her chest, huge pear
shaped melons of flesh, still quite impressive.  Her areolae were brown and
quite wide with thick pads for nipples.  Cindy fit the shower cap over her
blonde hair.  It needed a little help from the bottle every once and a
while but still had a radiance that drew attention.

   Dressed in a tastefully low cut blouse, not many got to her hips and
butt.  Cindy Blake had a huge chest on her, a cup of her bra easily fit
around her husband's forehead.  She grabbed the wash cloth, lathered up and
began washing herself.....

   .....A sturdy white bra and plain white panties went on as soon as she
finished drying herself.  Where would she go to dinner ?  It was a
Wednesday.  There was a sushi place up on the coast highway that was pretty
good.  If she hurried, she could beat the crowd ?

   She wore a muted Hawaiian print shift, that thirty years ago would have
been called a "Mumu." It was a very light green on white and really brought
out the color she was getting laying in the sun.  She'd had her toe nails
done, over in "Little Saigon" - bright green...Almost neon in her thong
sandals.

   Her husband hated "the beach house." The only thing he liked about being
down here was the fact that the phone never rang.  Well, just once or twice
a day compared to the thousand or so back home.  He spent most of his days
down here trying to learn the game of golf and usually took her out to the
most magnificent restaurants...And down here there was a new one every
week. Or so it seemed !

   Cindy counted her money.  She did that every time she went out.  Harold
was always pestering her about how much she spent while she was down here
during the summer.  He never told her to spend any less...He just always
bitched about it.  She was glad he spent so little time down here.

   The drive down to the coast highway took less than five minutes.  She
just loved the location although it could be a little closer to the beach.
They bought almost twenty years ago but told everybody they rented. 
Something about taxes, Harold told her.

   There were already several full tables but the bar only had a couple at
the far end.  She chose the other end of the bar on purpose, figuring she'd
have her own sushi chef for a while.  It was good to get a head start so
you didn't have to wait for your orders and always had something to eat.

   The hot towel always felt so good.  By the time she'd finished washing
her hands, the sushi chef had placed some wasabi and ginger strips in front
of her.

   "Asahai Dry, please." The sushi chef held up his hand and barked
something in Japanese.  Cindy started naming off the delicacies she wanted
to dine on this evening and didn't look around the restaurant again until
she'd finished ordering.

   There was a group of five squeezed into a booth over at about ten
o'clock.  With a fighter pilot for a husband...Well, it was easier to
communicate if you learned the language.  Three men and two women.  It
appeared they'd been there for a while as the table was littered with sushi
plates and empty beer bottles.  They were loud and Cindy could almost
follow their conversation.

   A small brunette was sandwiched between two men on the far side of the
booth.  The man on the outside towered over the woman and had his arm
around her shoulder, his hand dangling very near her right breast.

   Cindy's beer arrived along with her first tray of sushi.  When she
looked up again she noticed the man manipulating the woman's breast.  The
woman's nipple was prominent through her blouse and clearly visible from
across the room.  She looked at the man, manipulating the woman's breast,
and found him watching her.  Cindy quickly lowered her gaze back to her
sushi.  When she took a drink of her beer she found the man still looking
her way.

   His glare was bold.  Interest covered his face.  Cindy took another swig
of her beer and another peek at the booth across the restaurant.  The man
was still manipulating the woman's breast.  She went back to her sushi. 
When she next looked up, the man was staring at her again.  He smiled at
her.  She smiled back.

   At least twenty years her junior...It had to be the blonde hair.  Cindy
was convinced that blondes did have more fun although that had not
necessarily been true in her life.  She went back to her sushi and it was
quite a while until...There was laughing.  Cindy looked up and watched the
man playing with the woman's breast.  She wondered what the others in the
booth thought ?  They had to notice what she was seeing !?

   CHAPTER TWO

   He palmed the woman's tit again just for a moment.  Her nipple was very
hard.  The woman across the table from them didn't look too comfortable, a
cute little blonde with cupcake sized tits that probably had pink nipples.
His cock was growing down his pant's leg.  He flexed and his meat jumped
against his trousers.  The woman had to feel it, her hand was on his thigh
just inches from his hardening cock.

   The brunette's hand was less than an inch from his cock.  She was a sure
thing, even with the ring on her finger.  She let that be known this
afternoon during one of the breaks in their seminar.  Said her husband
didn't expect her home tonight.  The woman across the room at the end of
the bar was different.  She was curious; intrigued was probably more like
it.  Was trying to decide if that's why the woman let him play with her
tits in public ?  Because he was black...And nobody fucked with blacks any
more...They were more than equal.  How things had changed in her life time.
Well, maybe that was an exaggeration !?

   He'd caught her staring at him several times.  Was she worth the sure
thing sitting next to him ?  The brunette's hand grasped his cock.  He
flexed.  Her hand jumped off his cock.  He laughed and watched the white
woman eat her sushi.  She looked again when she drank from her beer.  He
smiled at her and she smiled back at him.  Polite.  He could see her on her
knees, breasts bared, sucking on his cock.  He no longer had any interest
in the woman sitting next to him.  He wanted the older, white woman.

   She was almost finished with her sushi.  He had to ditch his crowd to
make this work.  The woman was a blonde with a huge chest of breast meat
tenting her shift...Probably fat but it was hard to tell in the outfit she
was wearing.  He was driven by the fact that she was surely a first timer.
His cock jumped in his slacks.

   He couldn't take his eyes off her tits.  Abruptly he rose from the table
and told his friends he was hitting the head.  The woman was watching him.
He turned slowly and watched the woman.  She couldn't miss the pole in his
slacks.  Like it took her a couple of seconds to realize what she was
looking at...She snapped her head back to her sushi.....

   .....Dante Robinson shook his cock about three or four more times.  Five
or six inches of soft, black meat flopped about above the urinal.  He
wanted to make sure that there was no urine spot on his slacks.  He zipped
and buttoned up.  Out into the restaurant, he went right to the woman's
table.  She was watching for him coming out of the restroom but not
prepared for his advance.

   She was looking down at her sushi, like she hadn't noticed him approach.
He put his hands on the counter next to where she was eating.  He had to
bend his six foot, nine inch frame to put his hands on the counter top. 
His hands looked very big and very black against the counter.

   "Don't mean to bother you, mame, but you appeared interested.  I find
you very attractive and would love to buy you a drink.  I'm staying at the
John Wayne.  I'll be in the bar until nine if you're interested ?"

   Dante straightened up and the woman spent just a moment too long before
looking up at his face.  He turned and went back across the room to his
party.  They broke up in just a few minutes, it seemed.  The woman was
eating her orange slices and would be leaving in under a quarter of an
hour. He'd ditch this group in front of the restaurant.  He was excited
about his chances.

   She had a huge bust pressing against the material of her shift...A well
preserved fifty or so.  Nice tan and her arms weren't all flabby so maybe
she was just a big titted woman !  His cock was growing down his right pant
leg.  The brunette was looking at it.  Sorry, honey.  You're already
trained.  He'd been balling the woman for six months...A very enthusiastic
thirty-five year old married, white woman.  Her husband traveled a lot. 
The woman liked to fuck a lot.  Dante managed to run into her just about
every time he was in town.....

   .....He'd driven away just four minutes ago.  The sidewalk in front of
the restaurant was empty.  He parked about three doors down.  Eight minutes
later the woman walked out of the restaurant and looked both ways before
disappearing around the corner.  A local, he was sure.  Probably divorced
and just fantasizing from across the room ?  Dante was out of the car and
running toward the corner.

   The woman was walking up the street.  The street was crowded with parked
cars.  He noted the vehicle she got into and then ran back to his car.  He
was in the vehicle and out into traffic in under a minute and a half. 
Jamboree couldn't come too soon and he was walking into the bar less than
fifteen minutes from when he left the sushi restaurant.

   *****

   Cindy was shaking when she got up from the bar.  She'd consumed two
beers and was a little tipsy...And then there was the unprovoked advance by
the black man.  He was polite and she had smiled at him.  Maybe she
shouldn't have smiled at him ?  She was damp.  She felt warm.  It had to be
the blonde hair.  The other girl was a brunette...And much younger.

   She looked both ways exiting the restaurant before turning right and
getting off Pacific Coast Highway as soon as she could.  He might be out
there watching for her ?  When she got around the corner she relaxed and
felt a lot more comfortable.  The hike up to the car was difficult.  She
was perspiring a bit when she finally opened the car door.

   Cindy Blake sat for a good five minutes before putting the key into the
ignition.  She was actually pleased that someone had made an advance.  It
had been a very, very long time since that had happened.  Some fighter
pilot reunion when they were majors...Well, her husband was a major.  She
was a major's wife.  Everyone was drunk and some captain pulled her outside
and started feeling her breasts while his tongue roamed around the inside
of her mouth.

   Cindy got excited just thinking about it.  The kissing and feeling went
on for a good long while.  She remembered someone surprised them.  She was
embarrassed and rushed back into the party.

   She could leave the bar whenever she wanted to.  It was just a drink. 
Harold would never find out...Could never find out.  The John Wayne was
like a magnet to her.

   It was dusk but darkening quickly.  Cindy was surprised how many cars
there were but was able to park right in front.  She spent a good long time
looking at all the cars.  She surely didn't want to run into anyone they
knew.  What was she worried about ?  Down here they didn't know many. 
Sometimes they entertained clients down here...Other than that they were
isolated down here.  That's really what Harold liked.

   She was walking through the parking lot, a warm breeze blowing off
shore. You could smell the desert more than the Back Bay.  The hotel
entrance was grand.  She didn't ever remember them coming to the John Wayne
Hotel ?  The bar was straight ahead across the almost deserted lobby.  It
was just a little after seven-thirty.  She'd be home by nine at the latest.
It stroked her ego to walk across the foyer and enter the bar.

   There he was, sitting in a booth.  She wondered if she should head off
toward him or wait for him to notice her.  She felt like everyone was
watching her although the bar wasn't that crowded.  What if he didn't look
over toward the entrance ?  Cindy headed toward the booth.

   CHAPTER THREE

   Dante had seen her walk into the bar but looked away.  This white woman
was in for a very interesting evening should she decide to stay.  Dante was
horny, his cock already half hard and he hadn't even touched her.  Here she
was, standing in front of the booth.

   "Oh !  Hi !  Didn't think you'd show up." He patted the seat beside him.
She wanted to sit across from him.  He kept patting the cushion next to him
but Cindy remained frozen in front of the booth.  She finally looked around
and slid into the booth next to him.  She could feel the heat of his thigh
against hers through her shift.

   "Another Asahai ?"

   "Sure...Sure."

   He raised his hand and a cocktail waitress came toward them.  After
ordering he began.

   "I'm Dante Robinson.  I usually stay at the John Wayne when I'm down
here.  Nice place isn't it ?"

   "Yes...Very nice." She was looking right at him.  "Oh !  Oh !  I'm Cindy
Blake.  Sorry."

   His cock was lengthening in his slacks.  This was going to be fun if he
could get her up to his room.  He imagined she'd never say "no" if he just
kept pushing.  The cocktail waitress was coming back across the room toward
them.  She smiled at him, like she knew what he was up to.  He smiled back
at her.

   The cocktail waitress delivered their drinks and was half way back to
the bar before he spoke again.  "I take it this doesn't happen to you
often. Are you married ?"

   Cindy stared across the booth, like she didn't hear him.  Her wedding
ring was clearly visible on the third finger of her left hand.  His left
hand was bare but he had a large diamond ring on the thumb of his right
hand.  She thought that was strange.  She realized that he wasn't going to
ask again and blurted it out.

   "Yea." She held out her left hand, fingers extended.  "Does that mean
I'm paying for my own drink ?" She looked over at him.

   Dante started laughing.  So did she.  He slipped his hand into her lap
and gave her thigh a squeeze.  She froze, her laughter stopping abruptly.
They were staring at each other.

   "Come on...Let's take the drinks out around the pool." He was pushing
her out of the booth.  She stood and reached for her beer bottle.  Dante
took his mineral water and then her arm.  He guided her through the tables
until they came to some French doors.  There were still some swimmers in
the pool.....

   .....He chose a table way over by the edge of the patio.  It was totally
dark.  She could see the "back bay" from here.  He came up behind her and
scared her a little.  His hands were on her arms, his fingers rubbing up
and down her upper arm.  Her nipples were coming alive in her bra.  A flush
was traveling up her arms and then her neck and finally her cheeks were
hot.

   Dante moved his fingers into the crevasse made by her arms and breasts.
These were big, white titties.  Dante's cock strained against his pants. 
His fingers were moving and from his vantage point...He was over a foot
taller than the woman...Could see that her nipples were making big bumps in
her shift.

   "Wanna go upstairs ?" His long fingers were brushing her nipples.  They
were like hard berries, ripe and ready to squeeze.  "Come on...Let's go."

   Cindy could have asked him to stop.  He was fondling her breasts,
squeezing her nipples.  She stepped back to avoid the onslaught on her
breasts.  Her hands came up and grasped his forearms but she didn't pull
them away from her breasts.  Her butt backed up into Dante's hip and he
quickly put his cock on the white woman's butt, searching for her crack. 
His hands were mauling her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples.  He
was sure her hands were going to pull his hands off her tits but they
didn't.

   Cindy froze when his cock found the crack of her ass.  She could feel
him rubbing it up and down.  His hands were weighing her breasts, pulling
them apart and pushing them together.  She could feel sweat dribbling down
her cleavage.

   He turned her around and kissed her, all lips and tongue.  His hands
were on her ass and again she could feel his hardness up against her. 
Dante pulled away from her.  "We can go in the back way !" He whispered.

   Like magic she started following, looking around to see if anyone was
watching them.  She was afraid of being caught...Knew what they were going
to do up stairs.  She wanted to do it.  Dante used some credit card to open
the back door.  They were in the hotel and using the back stairs.  Her
sandals made a loud noise as they climbed the stairs.

   Dante was keeping a good watch on her big ass as she climbed the stairs.
He could see her panty line with each step she made.  Her legs weren't too
bad and Dante was getting excited about being in the room with her.  It was
all downhill from here.  She looked back at him as they passed the third
floor.  He was on the forth.  Cindy was taking real deep breaths and Dante
immediately imagined how she'd be gasping for air as he fucked her.

   Cindy noticed his dick as soon as she turned.  He knew she noticed it,
too.  She was getting winded.  The fourth floor couldn't come soon enough.
She had dropped behind him as he walked down the hall.  He was holding the
door for her and pointing the way.  She went to the right and concentrated
on getting her breath back.

   All she was thinking of was her husband and that Vietnamese woman.  Oh
God !  That was so long ago.  Cindy knew he was lying to her, seeing that
woman two or three times a week.  She just knew he was fucking her.  It
made her so mad.  When they were transferred she made him promise that it
would never happen again but she knew he went and saw her several times
during the remainder of his time in the service.

   He was guiding her through the door.  No stopping now.  Cindy was smart
enough to know that.  Only a fool came to a man's room not thinking you
were going to have sex.  Cindy was excited and turned to face him as soon
as she got to the middle of this huge room.  The bed was behind her and
huge.  Everything was huge.  There was a door off to her right.  Must be
the bathroom, she thought.

   He stepped right up to her.  His hands were aggressive on her waist and
hips.  She wasn't that fat...Other than her ass.  Her tits were thrust into
his stomach.  His cock was leaping to get out of his slacks.  He was
rubbing her butt cheeks together and could tell she was swampy between her
legs.  His cock was getting turgid.  She'd have a hard time getting his
cock out of his slacks.

   Dante grabbed her hands and thrust them into his crotch.  "Come on,
honey.  Show me what you want.  You want that big, black dick, don't you ?
Come on, honey, give me a squeeze."

   Cindy couldn't believe the size of him.  Both of her hands couldn't
cover all of him.  She wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying.
"Yes, squeeze it," she thought.  It was so strong and hard.  She continued
groping his cock and balls.  His hands were pulling down her shift...Over
her shoulders.  She had to let go of his dick to get her arms free of her
shift.  His hands quickly went to her back and unsnapped her bra.  The
straps slipped down her arms and now her balloon-like breasts were bare. 
Her nipples were large nubs of raw meat on a pale brown areolae that
stretched at least three inches across.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   "Get down on your knees and take it out." Her tits were swinging around
in front of her as he pulled on her swollen nipples.  "Come on, honey, you
want to see it, don't you ?  You've got some nice titties here.  I bet
daddy loves to suck on these.  Come on now, down on your knees." He was
pushing on her shoulders and in one swift move she was on her knees, her
face crushed into his crotch.  She could feel his boner against her cheek,
hot and hard.

   "Get it out, honey." Her hands were on the way, unbuttoning his slacks
and pulling apart his zipper.  His cock was caught way up by the pocket and
was very difficult to pull out into the open.  He lifted his slacks and
Cindy was able to pry his cock out into the open.  She held it with one
hand and could hardly believe that it was at least another four or five
inches long.

   Like a black snake in her hand, it started dancing as Dante thrust his
hips back and forth.  Cindy lost his cock.  Dante grabbed her blonde
tresses and guided her mouth to his hard cock.  She tried to resist just a
little but knew it would be pointless.  She would eventually suck his cock,
she was sober enough to know that.  He was rubbing his hot boner against
her cheek, up and down.

   Dante was alive with the white woman.  The first time was so great. 
"No" was not a part of this woman's vocabulary tonight and he was going to
use her every way he could think of.

   "Suck it, woman !" It was an order and Cindy opened her mouth
immediately.  She figured it was just like sucking on a pop cycle when she
was a kid.  She let her lips and tongue get it wet.  She was a little dry
mouthed and it was hard.

   Dante leaned over and grabbed her Asahi.  "Here get your mouth wet."
Cindy took the bottle from him and put it to her mouth.  Back went her
head. Her mouth was flush with beer when Dante's cock entered her mouth
again.  He started pumping and Cindy didn't have to do a thing except hold
her mouth open.  His hands were on her head and he was fucking her face.

   His cock was hard now and sliding in and out of her slobbery mouth
faster than she could imagine.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and tearing up,
slobber dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

   His hands were on her breasts massaging her breast meat and pulling on
her nipples.  Her mouth was full of his meat.  She could hardly swallow,
his hips thrusting back and forth.  Dante was ready and pulled her to her
feet.  Her shift fell to the floor and he quickly pulled her white panties
down her thighs.  Her bush was brown and full.  Dante reached in between
her legs and felt her labia.

   Moments later he had a finger reaming into her vagina and Cindy was out
of control.  She was humping his hand as his finger was stirring around
inside her.  She was more than wet, juicy was more like it.  Her hands were
still wrapped around his hardon, stroking him.  The bed hit the back of her
legs and she fell on to the mattress.  Her panties were still around her
knees.  Dante yanked her panties off her legs.

   He pulled her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs around his
middle.  He angled his cock to her vagina and rubbed the head of his dick
up and down her wet pussy.  The hair was spread away from her cunt and it
was pink and juicy.  He placed his cock head at her opening and drove it
into her.  She tensed up and screamed a little as his cock forced itself
into her cunt.  He lowered himself over her and began driving his cock in
and out of her.  She went crazy and began fucking back at him.

   Dante was driving everything he had into the woman and she was fucking
him like a nympho.  He loved married white women.  He pushed up over her
body and watched his hips drive his dark cock into and out of her hairy
twat, the pink of her vagina clinging to his black cock meat as it fucked
in and out of her.

   He was just about to unload into her.  He could hold out no longer.  His
cock was a blur as it fucked in and out of her.  He kept fucking as he
drenched her insides.  He could feel it flooding out around his cock as he
continued to fuck her.  She was still holding her legs up around his waist.
They finally fell down off the bed as he disengaged from her.  A large
dribble of semen was leaking down the crack of her ass.  He wiped his dick
off with the bed spread.  He wanted to fuck her again.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Cindy Blake was anxious.  Harold was staying for another week.  Very
unusual.  She was hoping Dante would be in town but was now praying that he
wouldn't be.  She felt wicked every time she thought of the things he made
her do.  She sucked Dante's cock whenever he commanded and during the
evening and early morning swallowed three of his copious orgasms.  He left
a mark on her.  The hickie on her right breast...She was riding him, like a
horse, his cock deep in her belly, sweat rolling down her sides, his mouth
sucking on her white breast meat...the red welt of the hickie slowly
turning to brown and then finally disappearing just before Harold
arrived.....

   .....She had a hard time laying still as Harold labored over her...Their
one time while he visited.  She wanted to show him that she had been with
another man but chickened out.  She knew she never would...And what if
Dante never called again ?  He treated her like a slut...A whore.  She'd be
easy to replace.

   Every time the phone rang she jumped.  Afraid it was Dante; worried that
it wasn't.  Cindy did not have a particularly good time while Harold was
visiting.  He finally left on a Sunday evening flight out of John Wayne
Airport.  Cindy drove by the hotel on the way back to "the beach house."
She was tempted to stop for a drink but didn't want to press her luck.

   She began masturbating daily, imagining that big, black cock that hung
between Dante's legs.  She was a slave to its power.  Her orgasms were very
intense and always better than Harold had ever given her.  It was no
question with Dante.  Her knees got weak thinking of his cock moving about
inside her.

   At the beach, one weekday, several L.A.  city buses unloaded about three
hundred inner city children for a day at the beach.  The predominant skin
color of the children was black.  Cindy couldn't help but glare at the
young black men.  She imagined one of them taking her into one of the
school buses and fucking her.  Cindy was wet.  Her cunt lips were
throbbing. She was actually staring at their crotches, wondering if all
black men had big dicks ?  She left a short time later to rush home and
masturbate like an addict.

   It was almost three weeks before Dante called.  She thought he said he
always came though Orange County ?  She was immediately excited and rubbed
herself while they talked.

   "Cindy Blake ?"

   "Yes..." She wasn't sure.

   "Dante.  You free this Friday night ?  Dinner and drinks ?" He sounded
so different.

   "Sure...Where ?"

   "The John Wayne.  The bar at seven.  See you then, Cindy."

   He hung up.  Cindy leaned back against the kitchen counter.  Her knees
were shaking.

   She'd been out shopping for clothes.  She wanted to look good...Sexy. 
He told her that her underwear were "frumpy." That wasn't going to happen
this time.  It was all black and lacy...A bustier...It was like a bra and
girdle together but ended at her hips.  The stockings attached to the
bustier...She would go without panties.  This time she'd wear a business
suit...She'd look better.  She had her hair done and colored.  She couldn't
think about Friday without getting excited.

   She was early and tried to slip into the bar without being noticed but
there he was with another man, another black man.  They were laughing.  She
decided that's why she was supposed to be here at seven.  It was six-forty.
Cindy decided to be bold.  She marched right across the room and stood in
front of the booth.

   "Hi !  Dante.  Sorry I'm a bit early.  I can wait at the bar." Why'd she
say something that stupid ?

   "You've got a nice looking friend here, Dante.  You going to introduce
me ?" The other black man was sliding out of the booth.

   Dante was sliding over in the booth.  She was going to be sandwiched
between them.  It was frightening and exciting at the same time.  Cindy was
sliding into the booth.  "Buster Dalton, this is Cindy Blake.  She hangs
out down here almost all year round.  Right, Cindy ?" They were all in the
booth and the men were close to her.

   "Nice to meet you, Buster.  My husband runs a business up in 'Vegas."
Stupid girl, why'd you say you were married ?  Drinks were coming.  Dante
had ordered her an Asahi Dry.  She was excited he remembered her drink but
would have drunk anything he ordered for her.  She wondered how long his
friend was going to stay ?

   They were having a second round of drinks and some bar snacks from the
kitchen.  Cindy was getting giddy with the beer.  Dante had started rubbing
her thigh with his hand, occasionally reaching up and squeezing one of her
breasts.  She was more than excited when Dante got up to go to the
bathroom.

   Dante wasn't gone but a few seconds before she felt Buster's hand
running up under her suit skirt.  He got all the way home before she tried
to shut her legs.  Too late, Cindy.  Buster had his hand on her twat and
was beginning to dance his fingers around her hairy cunt lips.  His cock
was starting to get a little spongy.  He'd wiggled a finger into her cunt
by the time Dante returned.  Dante could tell from across the room that
Buster had a hand between her legs.  He made no move to sit down when he
got back to the booth.  She was laid back in the booth and staring across
the room.

   "Come on, Buster.  Let's take her upstairs." Buster pulled her across
the seat with his hand still between her legs.  Cindy felt a little vertigo
when she stood.  Dante had his arm around her and Buster was throwing some
money on to the table top.  Dante's hand was feeling her breast as they
left the bar and headed to the elevator.  She already knew she was going to
fuck them both.  It excited her.  She was very turned on right now.

   They put their hands on her in the elevator, under her skirt and inside
her jacket.  They were complimenting her on her outfit and her breasts. 
The two of them were feeling her tits when the elevator door opened.  They
continued to grope her on the way down the hall and both of them had
hardons growing down their pant's legs.

   The two of them started to undress as soon as the door was closed.  She
opened her jacket and put it on a chair back.  Buster came up behind her
with just his jockey shorts on.  His cock looked like a huge banana in the
jockeys.  He was feeling her tits and unbuttoning her blouse.  Dante was
naked, his cock pointing at her.  He crossed the room and started removing
her skirt.

   As soon as her skirt was removed, Dante ran his hand up into her hairy
crotch.  She was wet between the legs.  Dante massaged her fat cunt lips.
She was starting to move her hips around.

   "Hot underwear, honey.  Get your hand on my cock, baby." She was already
grabbing for it.  Her blouse was being pulled off her arms.  Dante bent his
head and sucked on the bare skin of her breasts.  He popped her tits out of
the bustier and was sucking on her nipples.

   She had a cock in each of her hands and they were getting harder and
harder.  They were both bent at the waist, sucking on her tits.  Hands were
between her legs.  She dropped to her knees and started sucking on their
cocks.  They got so big.  Dante was fatter but his friend was just as long.
Both of them made her husband seem like a little boy.

   They were both wet and she was jerking one off as she sucked on the
other.  Their hands were mauling her tits.  They pulled her over to the bed
and hoisted her up on to it.  They wasted no time joining her, their
hardons straight and stiff.

   She got to her knees without being asked as she was sure one of them
wanted to fuck her big butt.  Buster moved to her rear and immediately
spread her butt cheeks.  She had a good crop of pubic hair growing between
her legs.

   Dante moved his crotch to her head and in just moments had her sucking
on his cock.  He was guiding her head with his hand and fucking her face.
Buster was behind her and looked like he was going to fuck her.  This old
woman was the find of the century.  Buster was starting to fuck her.  She
was sucking Dante's cock like a street whore.  He reached down and grabbed
one of her breasts.

   Cindy was overcome with lust.  She was wet all over.  The skinny cock
was fucking in and out of her cunt.  She was sucking on the fat cock.  She
knew he would be next.  They traded off often and she was filled with cum
and dripping sweat when they finished with her.  They drank for a while and
then started all over in the shower.

   She didn't get home until noon the following day.  She was exhausted and
sore but on cloud nine.  Dante had agreed to her request, said he was
excited about it.  He assured her that Buster would love to participate.

   CHAPTER SIX

   Harold Blake was waiting for a cab.  He was sure he told his wife what
time to pick him up at the airport.  And she wasn't here.  She was always
here.  He'd called three times.  The phone rang ten times each call.  Where
was his wife ?  The cab pulled up and Harold gave him the address.  Off
they went.

   The house looked okay.  He walked to the front door and looked inside
through the window at the left of the door.  He couldn't see any movement.
Harold slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.  As he turned
to close the door, they came at him.  Two very large black men.  They had
his arms and he was helpless.  His heart was racing.  He was dragged into
the kitchen of the small house.  It was at the rear of the house, away from
the street.

   Oh !  Fuck !  They had his wife.  She was standing by the refrigerator.
They pushed him against the kitchen counter and went through his pockets.
They tied his hands behind his back and sat him down on one of the
breakfast room chairs.

   He looked back at his wife and one of the blacks shoved a ball into his
mouth.  He could hardly breathe.  Jesus !  His wife was more than half
naked, wearing a short "T" shirt that barely covered her humongous tits. 
The lower half of her breasts was visible along with part of her areolae.
Below the waist she was wearing a garter belt with black stockings.  Topped
off with a pair of three inch heels.

   Cindy saw the shocked look on her husband's face.  She could imagine he
would be wearing that expression most of the evening as her friends used
and abused her.  She was already excited watching them man-handle him.

   "Well, hello, Harold.  Cindy has been telling us all about you.  We met
your wife at a little sushi place down on P.C.H.  a couple of days ago.  We
kind of needed a place to stay for a couple of days." The very large black
man was standing just inches from him.  Harold could see the length of his
meat in his slacks.  He was well dressed and young.

   The other one was playing with his wife's tits.  He couldn't grasp what
he was seeing.  Cindy was rubbing the guy's crotch.  It was obvious from
the look on her face that his wife was very much enjoying the groping her
tits were getting.

   "Harold, you're not paying attention here." The black man in front of
him moved to block his view.  "You'll have lots of time to watch your wife
later.  She didn't want us to beat the shit out of you because you're an
asshole.  Buster and I decided on this instead."

   Harold was staring at the floor.  "Your wife is going to suck and fuck
my friend and I until we can't get it up.  Drain us dry." Dante took a swig
of his drink.  "And we're going to do it every time we come into town.  And
if you do try to stop us, we just might beat the shit out of you." Dante
stepped aside.

   Cindy was down on her knees just across the room, sucking on a very
long, black cock.  Both her hands were wrapped around it as her mouth
gobbled on the head.  The black guy was now naked with his clothes strewn
all around his kitchen floor.  His wife's tits were swaying back and forth
as the negro man fucked her face.

   Dante watched his friend feed the white woman some black cock.  The
husband was excited and it showed in his tented slacks.  Dante kicked off
his shoes and started undoing his slacks.  His cock was starting to feel
strong.  He was naked when he joined Buster.

   Cindy hardly missed a beat with two cocks in her hands and mouth.  Soon
one of them would fuck her and she would be wild.  Both of them were hard
enough to fuck her.  She imagined they were going to cum on her face and
tits.  Their thrusting was becoming more urgent.  She was going from one to
the other and back again.

   It wouldn't be long now.  One of them would want to fuck her.  She
didn't care which one.  It no longer mattered.  She was a slave to them
both.  Buster was pulling her to her feet.  He was playing with her tits as
he pushed her into the den.

   Dante got her husband up and was pulling him by his coat.  His other
hand was carrying the breakfast room chair.  His black bone was bobbing
before him, glistening with his wife's saliva.  He was excited seeing his
wife used like this.  He couldn't hide it and knew the negro would say
something.

   "Look, Cindy, your husband has a hardon." She looked around Buster and
clearly saw the tent in her husband's slacks.  Cindy went back to sucking
Buster's long, hard cock.

   Dante sat Harold down right in the middle of the room.  He kicked the
coffee table to the other side of the room and went to join the two on the
couch.

   Buster moved to one end of the couch and spread his legs.  Cindy was up
on her knees on the couch with her ass up in the air.  Her head was in
Buster's lap and then it started bobbing.  Dante moved up on to the couch
and ran his cock up and down the crack of Cindy's butt cheeks.  A little
alignment problem and he's shoving it into her upraised buttocks.  Dante
slaps Cindy's ass hard and the woman starts to work her ass on and off the
cock that's buried in her cunt.

   The one in front of her has his hand on the back of her head and is
choking her with his cock.  The rhythm starts to come to her and she is
soon servicing them both.  Harold couldn't believe what he was seeing with
his own two eyes.  His wife had been transformed into a street whore. 
Harold had been with whores before, when he went to conventions or trade
shows.  His wife put them all to shame.

   She started screaming, "I'mmm Cummmmm !" Over and over again.  That is
as soon as Buster pulled his cock out of her mouth.  Dante was still
pounding her fat buttocks.  Her flesh jiggled as he fucked her; her tits
swayed back and forth, slapping against her rib cage.

   They traded places several times in the course of the next two hours. 
Harold grew tired of it.  By her moans and groans and the fact that she
couldn't go five minutes without sucking on a black cock, Harold figured
that his wife was having the time of her life.  Maybe he wouldn't visit
down here as often; cut his time down here short.  Let her fuck as many of
them as she wanted.  No questions asked.  He'd agree to almost anything to
avoid this humiliation.

   He didn't want to dwell on his excitement over almost the entire
afternoon.  Nor did he want to envision her groveling for other men's
cocks. The three of them had been in the shower for a while.  He heard his
wife screaming and yelling.  He was sure they were fucking her again.  She
made those same sounds just a while ago.

   His wife had just a towel around her.  The two negros were naked.  They
were looking around for their clothes in the kitchen.  Cindy sat on the
couch and turned on the eleven o'clock news.  The three of them had been
fucking and sucking since before six.  The guy, named Dante, came up to him
after he was dressed.

   "And if you give Cindy any shit about this, I will come back and kick
your ass.  And you better not go to the authorities, understand, Harold."
Dante cut the rope they used to tie Harold.  He immediately started to rub
his wrists.

   "Maybe next time we'll let you play, too ?  Does that turn you on,
Harold ?" Harold wouldn't look at him.  His wife was running through the
programs looking for something other than news.

   When they left, Cindy turned off the TV and told Harold, "I'm tired,
darling.  I'm going to bed.  See you tomorrow." Harold didn't know if he
could sleep with her ?  Did he want to ?  It didn't matter.  Cindy told him
to go sleep in the guest room.  He did and left the next day.

   Harold got off the plane in 'Vegas and drove out to his home.  He could
live with this as he had been fucking a certain number of his employees for
years.  He had two of them fucking him now.  Both of them safe and married,
the best kind.  He slept soundly that night and went to work the next
morning like any other day.

   It was the following day after work was over and Harold was closing up.
Jean Masters had been working for him for over seven years.  She'd been
screwing him for five.  She knew others did also and it didn't bother her.
She felt secure screwing the boss.  She wasn't a fool and didn't tell her
husband.

   Harold waved to her after locking the front door.  Instead of
approaching him she slipped into his office.  She went and sat on his desk
top.  Harold entered his office and closed the door.  He was already
opening his slacks and dropped them around his ankles as he sat in his
chair.

   Jean opened her blouse and dropped it on the desktop.  She was staring
at Harold's cock, limp between his legs.  He usually had the beginnings of
a boner growing by the time his pants came down.  She removed her bra and
tossed it on the desktop.  Harold was staring at her breasts.  Her husband
never stared at her like Harold did.

   Jean dropped to her knees and ran her hands up the insides of Harold's
thighs.  Her nipples were erect.  She was excited and wanted to have sex.
She had his dick in her hands but it was still limp, not even getting hard.
She lowered her mouth to his penis.....

   .....Harold couldn't get it up.  Jean had been sucking his cock for ten
minutes.  Her head was really bobbing over his meat.  He was semi-erect but
far from being able to fuck.  He let her go on for another five minutes or
so and then pulled her face out of his crotch.  Twenty minutes later they
both left the office.

   The following day he attempted sex with his other playmate with the same
results.  At night though he could get a ragging hardon just thinking about
his wife and the negros.  The next day he tried to have sex again with
Jean. He even imagined his wife with the negro men while Jean was blowing
him.  The results were no different from the first time.

   A week later he called her.  "You seen your friends again ?" Harold
asked after five minutes of chit chat.

   "They're coming into town tomorrow.  Why ?" Cindy asked.

   Harold was silent for several moments before replying.  "Thought I might
drop by.  I think you know it turned me on.  Okay with you ?"

   It was almost immediate.  "Sure, Harold.  I'd love it."

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Harold was serving them drinks in the front room.  There was a mattress
on the floor and the coffee table was pushed over into the corner of the
room.  Dante had brought some music and the sounds of rap were pounding
throughout the front room.

   Both the black men were naked and sitting on each end of the couch. 
Harold was wearing just a pair of boxers.  Cindy was sitting between them
and jerking both of their cocks.  Buster was sucking on her left breast,
which had popped out of her bustier.  Dante was knocking back the booze. 
He had a raging hardon and wanted the white bitch to dance on his dick.

   "Climb on, Cindy.  Harold, sit across the room and watch your wife fuck
me." Harold moved across the room as Cindy crawled on to the black man's
lap.  She was squatting over his crotch and grabbing his cock with her
hand. She had a foot on either side of his hips.  She lowered her fat,
white butt and Dante's long, black cock disappeared in between the cheeks
of her butt.  Moments later his wife was bouncing her butt up and down,
driving Dante's cock in and out of her.  She had her hands on his shoulders
and he had his hands on her ass.

   "Ride it, bitch !" He commanded and spanked her ass several times. 
Cindy was straining to fuck him faster.  She was starting to sweat and
noticed that Buster was sitting at the end of the couch, jerking his
hardon. The next thing she knew, Buster was standing to the side of her and
guiding her mouth to his turgid cock.  Seconds later her head was bobbing
back and forth while her lips slid back and forth on Buster's nice long
dick.

   Dante was starting to thrust up into her as she rode him.  She was now
sweating like a pig.  Dante could feel it running down from under her arms
and along the sides of her breasts which were dancing up and down as they
fucked.  Her mouth was full of Buster's cock.  Dante looked around the
woman bouncing up and down on his cock and found her husband standing
across the room, jerking off.

   "Hey !  Harold, get your ass over here, buddy.  You're number three, man
!" Dante laughed.  So did Buster.  Harold moved closer.  His wife appeared
to be riding him like a horse, holding his shoulders while her ass bounced
up and down on his lap.  Harold could no longer watch the black cock
fucking in and out of his wife.

   Dante pushed the woman off his lap and over the edge of the couch.  He
got up and arranged her so her butt was sticking up in the air as she
leaned over the side edge of the couch with her hands on the floor.  Buster
was still standing on the couch, stroking an impressive piece of meat,
slick with saliva.

   "Come on, Harold, get up there and fuck her.  Put a load in her." Dante
called to him.

   "Go for it, Harold.  I want seconds." Buster seconded while stroking his
cock.  Dante reached over and spanked his wife's ass.  One cheek was
starting to turn red.  Harold climbed up on the couch and pushed his cock
between the cheeks of Cindy's ass.  She was huge, well reamed out.  Harold
started pumping his cock in and out of her.

   "Stick it in her ass, Harold.  It'll be tighter." Both of the black men
started laughing.  Harold pulled out of his wife's cunt, spread her butt
apart with his thumbs and pushed his cock head against her anus.  He was in
and kept pushing.  His wife was moaning.  She was tight.  He started
fucking her.  He was an animal, just fucking the shit out of her.

   "Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap" The sound of fucking filled the front room.
The black men were egging him on, both of them stroking hard cocks.  Cindy
Blake was going to get her ass fucked off tonight.

   Harold couldn't believe he was fucking his wife in the ass with two
black men watching.  He was sweating like a pig as he rutted in his wife's
asshole.  He was almost there so he started banging the shit out of her. 
Here it came !

   "Ooooohh !  Fuck !  I'm cuming !" Harold screamed out as he unloaded
several explosions of cum into his wife's asshole.  He kept pumping.  Dante
stepped forward and pulled Harold off Cindy.  Harold staggered away from
the couch as Dante pushed his monster cock into his wife's butt.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" Cindy cried out before Buster filled her mouth with his
hard meat.  Dante started fucking her, pounding his cock in and out of her
asshole.  Her butt was slippery with sweat and her butt hole was filled
with her husband's load.  He had his full length and girth shoved into her.
She was taking it all.  He watched as his black cock disappeared into her
almost hairless asshole.  He picked up the tempo and heard her muffled
cries from around the cock in her mouth.

   Harold poured himself a drink and watched them sandwich his wife on the
couch.  She was leaning over the armrest.  Dante was fucking her from
behind.  Buster was sitting on the floor and fucking his cock up into her
mouth.  Her mammoth tits were hanging down and swinging around as they used
her.  Harold felt his cock coming alive watching his wife get the shit
fucked out of her.  The sound was the best, a mix of wet flesh slapping
together and the moans of a woman getting the hell fucked out of her.

   Cindy pushed her mouth off Buster's cock.  She could hardly breathe and
was just about to have an earth shattering orgasm.  Dante was driving his
cock deeper into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.  She started bucking
as orgasm engulfed her.  He kept fucking her and she was screaming out that
she was cuming.

   "Aaaagh...Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !" She kept saying it over and over again
as Dante fucked her butt.  Buster was up off the floor and stroking a very
slick, hard pole of black meat.  Dante was almost there.  Harold was
starting to get spongy listening to his wife chanting "Fuck !" He started
playing with is cock about the time Dante started pumping loads of cum into
his wife's bowels.

   Moments later Buster was mounting her and pushing his cock into Cindy's
butt.  He started fucking her before Dante joined Harold for a drink.  The
both watched Buster assault Cindy's ass and listened to her moaning and
groaning then screaming out orgasm after orgasm.  They were both stroking
their dicks waiting for another go at Cindy Blake, a very hot piece of ass.

   *****

   Cindy could hardly roll out of bed.  It was past noon.  She was
disappointed that she wouldn't make it to the beach today.  Getting such a
late start.  She padded to the bathroom and relieved herself.  It burned.
She hugged her bare breasts.  She was still naked from the shower she took
with all three of them.  Her breasts were tender and her nipples were raw.
Still she was mildly excited when Harold burst into the bedroom, moments
later, holding a tray with her breakfast on it.  She might make the beach
after all ?!

   "I'll drive you to the beach, Cindy.  Whenever you're ready to go.  I
thought I'd stay a couple of days.  Dante says he'll be back in town on
Friday.  Okay with you ?" She'd never seen him dressed in shorts, always in
long pants.  And the "T" shirt, without a collar, never !

   "You'll get burned as shit, Harold.  Take the umbrella." She rolled out
of bed, her bare breasts bouncing around.  Harold got an immediate jolt to
his crotch.  Her cunt lips were clearly visible and pouting.  She'd shaved
herself except for a patch above her mons.

   She stood before him with her hands on her hips.  "I bet you Jean
Masters would love some black cock.  Why don't you call her and tell her
she has to work down here this weekend.  You could give her overtime and we
could all fuck the shit out of her.  What do you say, Harold ?"

   The bone in his shorts was noticeable.  "You know about Jean ?" He was
shocked.  Cindy just nodded.
   end