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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Black as Night
Part: 2 of 2
Universe:
Summary:
Keywords: (M+F interr gangbang)
Language: English


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   @(C) 1996-2014 Willy Tamarack Commercial use in any form requires the
written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds
goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION READER !!!!!

   The following story is a work of fiction.  It 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 the responsibility for what children read...Let
us not kid ourselves, we know where that leads.  It is almost impossible,
today, to control access to information.  Individuals must accept more
responsibility for themselves.  The internet has leveled many playing
fields for all time.  The "gay nineties" ended well before eleven september
but the world will never be the same place it was before eleven september
two thousand and one.

   The plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's
fertile imagination.  It is make believe.  The characters in the following
tale are not real.  They are fictional...made up of bits and pieces of the
fiction I've read over the years; plus the tumble dried assortment of
friends and acquaintances one makes during a rich and long life.  I find it
hard to believe anyone my age, who writes, doesn't do the same.

   I dedicate this story to those who never left Vietnam...Whether they
died here or there, Vietnam influenced their lives in some fashion.  The
result was often the same.  For what ?  Are the Vietnamese any better off
today ?  Okay !  They're not dying from bombs, artillery and bullets but
I'm not convinced that being free of that shit makes up for the loss of
freedom in so many other areas.  Jet noise is the sound of freedom.  Just
ask your average Afghani.....

   But I'm getting carried away here.  The plot, or semblance thereof, will
certainly be just a frame work or background for a very sexually charged
story.  That you find the rest interesting should make the sex more
exciting.  That is my intent here.  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As
always e-mail your comments to the usual.

   Black as Night

   Part Two

   (M+F interr gangbang)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Maureen was riding him...Like that first time.  She was still very tight
and wonderful...Must have been masturbating before she came down to wake
him as she was gushing with juice.  He was trying to hold still but knew he
was going to lose the battle.

   Eric was almost sure she'd shaved but couldn't be positive even after
watching her climb aboard.  Her lower stomach, though, was covered with a
pelt of dark curly hair.  She must have shaved...She was so juicy.  She was
on her feet, squatting over him, bouncing up and down on his dick.  Her
breath reeked of Jack Daniels and weed.  He continued smoking and drinking
as she labored above him.

   The electricity surged through him...Eric rebelled, rolled Maureen off
him and crawled between her legs.  Her cunt lips were clearly visible,
shaved clean, as he arranged her legs over his shoulders.  Still on his
knees, Eric guided his cock to her cunt and filled her full.

   "Oh !  Fuck !  You've got such a big, fat cock...I love it !  Fuck me,
lover !" He started pumping.  Maureen started babbling and talking nonsense
almost immediately as Eric fucked his cock in and out of her.  He was close
to cuming...Pushed her legs out in front of him and watched his white cum
escape out from around the cock he had buried in her fat, shaved cunt.....

   Spring 1969

   Maureen was bare ass naked, dancing before him.  He was lazily playing
with his penis.  He might get hard but he didn't think so.  He'd cum four
times already...It was coming up on...He looked at his watch....Just past
three.  The win last night had guaranteed them a playoff berth.  Maureen
promised to be his sex slave all night long.

   Eric had scored a season high eighteen points...The last six the team
scored, securing the victory and the tournament berth...And Yes !  He had
used her as a slave, cuming twice in her mouth.  Two times he pumped his
fat cock in and out of her hairy cunt, filling her cunt with
cream...Watched it ooze out of her fat cunt lips.  He was just playing with
her now.  Like she did with him a couple of weeks ago...When they lost the
Tuesday game before the season ended.  His parents had stopped asking about
where he spent his Friday nights and Saturday mornings.  She had never
mentioned hers except to tell him the house was her mother's.....

   .....It had been almost six months...But he still had no idea why it was
continuing.  Or why he was the lucky guy...Because that is what Eric
considered himself...A very fucking, lucky guy !  Soon the "just sex" had
become "sex games" to keep them both hungry.

   He held no illusions.  Eric always knew that she still loved Rory even
though she hadn't heard from him since December.  Maureen told him the
following Friday...After the first time...Never showed a bit of interest in
him at school...And he'd never called her on the phone.  They saw little of
each other during the holidays...Just once.  But every Friday night since
that first time...She'd meet him in the parking lot after the game...She
always drove now.  He was hers until morning.  He'd never mentioned Rory
and neither did she, except that she hadn't heard from him...And that was
just the last time.

   Eric drove by Rory's parent's place last Saturday and inquired.  They
told him that Rory was "missing," whatever that meant ?  Eric didn't want
to ask and never told Maureen about the visit.....

   .....She was still dancing.  "Master...Can I ask a favor ?" Eric's limp
dick was still cum soaked, his pubic hair full of specks and blobs of his
orgasms.  He could see Maureen's bush was full of him, her cunt lips slick
with his semen.

   "Yes, slave.  You have pleased me tonight...One favor." Earlier he'd
ordered her to squat over his face while he played with her pussy with his
tongue, lips and fingers.  She was a nymphomaniac when he was done with
her...Then he fucked her senseless.

   He was still, smoking a joint and very stoned but then so was Maureen.
Her nipples were no longer erect.  She was sated.  He was sure of it.  Eric
could tell when she was about to cum now...Almost every time.  He prided
himself on getting her off.

   "Would it ruin it for you if I wanted more guys ?" Eric initially
thought he got it wrong.  He was staring at her naked form, still dancing
in front of him.  "I thought we could jump to three right off ?" Eric knew
what she was talking about now.  She was tired of him.

   Disappointment washed over him, replaced quickly by reality. 
Regardless, he was sure he couldn't walk away from this...Because it was
"this" not "her." He was addicted to it.  "It" not "her." Every fantasy
he'd ever imagined !  The vision of a couple of other guys fucking her
senseless while he smoked a joint and drank "Jack" flooded his mind.  His
cock was coming alive.

   Maureen noticed right away and spread her legs a little further apart,
her hips still undulating.  She started running a hand through her bush. 
The next time through she spread her cunt lips apart.  He was mesmerized.
She was sure he'd do anything she asked.  She was sure the rest of them
would be just as docile.  Eric's cock was now suckable.  She dropped to her
knees and crawled to his crotch.

   Eric spread his legs further apart and leaned back on his hands.  "Suck
it, slave !" He was flexing and his member was jumping around in his
crotch. Her hair was freshly bleached or colored or whatever.  He imagined
another guy crawling up behind her and fucking her while she sucked his
cock.

   She looked up at him, her mouth, cheeks and chin covered with a crust of
his semen.  "I can see you like the idea, master.  How about Jamal and
Wilson.  What do they call him ?  "Duper," I think.  I heard from Juanita
Gonzales that his nick name refers to the size of his dick.  I didn't think
they came any bigger than yours, master."

   She was back, sucking him, her head bobbing over his groin.  Her lips
were slick and wet as they slid up and down Eric's strengthening boner.  He
was starting to pump.  She came off him, a string of spittle stretching
from her lips to the tip of his penis.  When she started talking it broke.

   "Whenever we get bounced...That night...Here...A little party for the
three guys who made the team go this year.  Everyone knows it was your lead
the team followed with both of them.  Two white guys would have started if
they hadn't shown up...It would have gotten ugly.  That didn't happen
because of the way you took the lead.  A coach can't do that...Only a
player can."

   Eric's head was swimming.  She was back in his crotch, her lips sucking
the head of his dick while her hand pumped up and down his shaft.  Her
tongue was digging right where it was the most sensitive.  He jerked around
as the volts surged through him.

   She was sitting cross-legged between his legs, bent over to capture his
cock with her mouth while her hand stroked him.  His vision was narrowing
down when her hand captured his balls, her fingers gently digging to that
place between his balls and asshole.  Instantly his legs straightened out
and closed around her.  She was being thrown to her side, her legs out from
under her.

   Eric's cock was hard but it wasn't...Filling with blood but not quite
there yet.  The shock through his asshole, while she dug her fingers near
there, ignited him.  He wanted to fuck her again.  He grabbed her legs and
rolled her over.  Her ass was inviting so he spanked it.

   Maureen jumped to her knees.  She was sure Eric was going to go for it.
She was excited and imagined it was one of them.  Jamal or "Duper," she
didn't care.  His fingers were rotating around in her well fucked cunt. 
God !  Three of them...Yes, she wanted it again.  She started to hump
Eric's fingers.....

   CHAPTER SIX

   .....Eric fouled out with two minutes and eighteen seconds left but the
contest had already been decided.  Except for a few leads in the first
half...They just couldn't maintain the intensity.  The team from Long Beach
was just too deep and talented.  Eric maintained his game face until the
buzzer sounded but rushed out on the court to embrace both Jamal and
"Duper" Wilson.  Eric Richie had an arm around each of them.  The school
paper wanted a picture of the three of them...All of them second team
all-league.

   It was over an hour later before the bus finally made its way out of the
parking lot.  Eric was bubbling over with excitement.  Maureen was sitting
up front with the coaches and the other cheerleaders.  Sixth...Much better
than he expected and 2nd team all-league...Eric was very stoked !  But
hadn't broached the subject to either Jamal or "Duper." Shit !  Except for
practice, team meetings and an occasional "How you doing ?" on campus...He
never hung out with them.

   It's now or never...Plus Eric figured Maureen would ask them herself if
he didn't.  He stood and moved forward to where "Duper" was sitting...Right
across from Jamal.  He slid into the seat behind "Duper." The two of them
were looking at him, expecting him to make the first move.

   "A friend and I are having a very private..." Eric looked front and back
before continuing.  "...by private invite..." Eric wished he'd had a couple
of slugs of "Jack" before he came up here but this was the school bus and
the risk...Well, it just wasn't worth it.  So Eric stumbled on.  Why was
this so difficult ?  He was inviting them to the time of their lives.  He
couldn't imagine them not liking what Maureen had in store for them. 
"...party..."

   Jamal nodded to "Duper." "Duper" moved his gym bag aside and right there
was a quart bottle of ice cold beer, if Eric was any judge of it.  "Move to
the right a little, boss and I'll pass it around the seat." Eric slid right
over and around the seat came the quart bottle.  It was about half empty.
Eric was measuring how much he should drink.

   "Don't worry, boss...We got another." He laughed.  Eric laughed and took
a big swig.  He paused a bit and then took another before returning the
bottle around the corner.  "Crunch" time, they were half way home.

   "Jamal...How about sitting over here for a minute or so...Okay ?" Like
he was asking permission.  He felt like a pussy but Jamal moved across the
aisle.  Eric looked around again to make sure no one was within listening
range.

   "I sincerely hope you two have nothing to do after we get back to
school. I have been invited to a very private party that I'm positive...No
shit !  You guys will kill each other if you don't come with me.  Now we
won't be drinking quarts of beer...You guys ever drink Jack Daniels ?" Eric
waited for an answer.

   "Yea...I've ripped off a little from my old man." It was Jamal.  His dad
was a doctor...Ran his practice right down in the cove...A very successful
man.  Eric had heard his parents talking about him.  "It's okay.  But I got
plenty of this in my car and I imagine it's parked in the same parking lot
as yours." "Duper" laughed and passed the quart around the seat again.

   Eric was silent until he took a swig.  He passed the bottle around the
seat again.  "Thanks...A cold beer always hits the spot.  Okay !  Sorry
about the stupid question.  You can bring your beer but that's it...All
night and I'll treat you to breakfast tomorrow morning before I drive you
home.  You in or out.  There will be four of us.  Two white and two black
so it's even up.  But I believe you'll both think everyone wins...But you
got to trust me."

   Eric stopped for a moment.  "Duper," can I have another swig ?" This
time it was Jamal who passed his beer around the seat.  Eric took a long
couple of swallows.  "I think you're both smart enough to figure out that
this is not the south...Now, I'm not saying there's no prejudice here...I'm
sure there's plenty but I give you both my word that nothing shitty like
that will happen tonight." Eric paused for a moment or two.  "That's
it...You got my word...I can't do better than that." Neither of them said a
thing.

   Eric stood.  "Okay...Don't blame you.  Hard to make a decision when
you're committing another guy to it, too.  So I'll go sit in the back of
the bus and let you two talk it over.  But please, only four people know
about this so how about we keep it that way...Okay !?" He waited for an
answer.

   "Good one !  Sure, Eric, you got our word.  Give us a few.  When I move
across the isle...Come on back and we'll give you an answer.  I'm allergic
to the back of the bus." Jamal laughed.  Both Eric and "Duper" joined him
then Eric moved back to the rear of the bus.....

   .....Jamal was sitting in the front seat.  "Duper" was in the back.  The
station wagon was just leaving the school parking lot.  Their beer was on
the floor in the back.  They'd both called their parents and that surprised
Eric because he didn't that first night...His lust over-coming...All
encompassing.

   "Do we get to know where we're going or is that part of it ?" It was
Jamal.  "Duper" was silent in the back seat.  They were on their way to
pick up Maureen.  She was going to meet them at the corner...Hiding in the
bushes, they drive by, she jumps out and off they go...A real magical
mystery tour !

   "You guys ever smoke any marijuana ?" Eric felt shitty asking them
another question.  After a few moments of silence he continued. 
"Sorry...But a lot of this James Bond shit...Well, it's 'cause what we're
doing is breaking a whole bunch of fucking laws...So my friend and I
decided that we'd take a lot of precautions because neither of us wants to
get fucked by the cops.  We'd be doing the same shit if you were white." He
felt better.

   "Yea, I've smoked a few joints in my time.  `Duper' how about you ?"
Eric felt a lot better.

   "Duper" was shaking his head back and forth.  Jamal answered for him. 
"The man in the back hasn't...its cool, `Duper.' No shit !  Real cool. 
You'll like it and if you don't there's plenty of beer." These boys partied
hard.  There was a case of quarts for the two of them but then maybe Eric
interrupted their plans ?  Either way, he insisted there be no drinking in
the car.

   They drove in silence.  Eric was not comfortable with this part of the
plan because it was his car.  Maureen lived down by the "Bend" and that was
a long way to drive...Back and forth.  They were a block away.  Eric could
see the corner.  He came to a stop.

   "Get ready to open the back door, `Duper.'" "Duper" slid over toward the
passenger side door.  Maureen staggered out of the bushes, still in her
cheerleading outfit.  Jamal started laughing.  Eric started getting hard.
"Duper" had the door open.  Thank god, the light stayed off !  Eric must
have checked it a dozen times.

   Eric could smell the Jack Daniels as soon as she sprawled into the car.
"Duper" had to hustle or she would have fallen all over him.  From the back
seat, "Hit it !" The door was still open so "Duper" leaned over Maureen and
slammed the door shut.  The sound was loud enough to wake the dead.  Eric
drove slowly but his boner was urging him faster.

   "Wow !  I'm stoked you could come !" Maureen was drunk.  "Have a swig,
`Duper.' It's good shit, Jamal...You got to try some.

   Eric asserted himself.  "Put the whisky away, Maureen.  You've had
plenty for the moment." They drove in silence.  Jamal asked where they were
going again ?  Maureen told him "the beach." Eric shrugged his shoulders.

   They were close.  Maureen leaned forward on to the back of the front
seat.  "Jamal, how about you going with Eric and helping him close the
garage door.  `Duper,' you come with me.  The idea is to spend as little
time outside as possible." She didn't sound drunk now.  Eric stopped well
up the driveway and the two of them slipped out and ran for the garage
door. It was opened and the station wagon coasted in.

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Jamal was starting to feel a little uneasy.  "Duper" and Jamal had
agreed to stick together.  They figured it was another guy...Not a woman.
So maybe they didn't have to stick together ?  The fucking house was really
dark.  Eric was pulling him by the wrist.

   When the door opened, light filled the hall.  Jamal slipped in, followed
by Eric.  Maureen was kneeling by the wooden crate.  "Duper" was standing
by the case of quarts.  He was swigging from one.

   Eric walked over to the case pulled out a quart and held it out for
Jamal.  "Have a drink, Jamal, sit down, relax.  Same with you, `Duper.'
Maureen, where's the `Jack' ?" "Duper" was moving across the room and
sitting down against the far wall.

   Jamal was looking over Maureen's shoulder as she rolled a joint.  After
she licked and sucked on the joint she handed it to Jamal.  "Light it up,
Jamal...Wow !  Did you ever think we'd do this good ?!  Really..." Like she
didn't know how to continue, Maureen turned and began rolling another
joint. Jamal wandered over to where "Duper" was sitting.  Eric was tipping
the "Jack" bottle back.

   The silence had gone on for over three minutes.  It seemed like an
eternity to Eric.  Two joints were making it around the room.  The light
was very smoke filled and added to the mystery that had enveloped the room.
"Duper" went over and picked up another quart bottle.  Maureen was rolling
another joint.  Eric was standing by her.

   Maureen took a huge drag off the new joint and passed it to Eric.  "Wow
! I thought this would be a lot easier ?" While all three of them looked at
her, not a one of them registered what she said.  "Duper" was sitting down
again across from the wood crate.  Maureen slipped into the closet and came
out with a radio.  Eric wondered what else was in the closet ?  He'd never
been allowed in.  What did he care ?

   The room was filled with the soft volume of the radio...Something by the
"Four Tops," maybe it was the "Temptations" ?  Eric didn't pay much
attention to the radio.  He was sitting down by himself off to the side of
the wood crate and immediately imagined what he wanted Maureen to
do...And...And...She started doing it !  Eric was immediately hard.

   Maureen was in the center of the room when she lifted her sweater off
over her head.  She was swaying to the music, her tits swaying back and
forth on her chest.  Her nipples were tight and erect.  She had her back to
Eric and was facing both of the black guys.  Both of them were riveted to
her white breasts, moving to the music.  Maureen was staring at their
crotches.

   The topless dance was well into five minutes and none of the guys in the
room had moved a muscle...Well, that's a lie...All of them had very hard
cock muscles hiding in their jeans.  Maureen was tired of just flashing her
tits at them.  She held out her arms to "Duper." Her cunt was a mess of
juice.  She could feel it on her thighs.  Her crotch felt wet.

   "Duper" wasn't sure he wanted to get up.  His cock was hard as rock and
would be very visible in his jeans.  But she kept beckoning for him to
rise. Her tits were very nice.  "Duper" wanted to suck on them, then rip
her skirt off and fuck her senseless.  His mind was numb but then burst
with the idea that this white girl wanted to fuck him and Jamal...And the
honkey, too !  Shit !  It just dawned on him that the white boy had
probably been fucking her for a while...Or maybe this was a basketball
thing ?

   "Duper" looked over at Jamal.  He was standing against the wall about
ten feet away, mesmerized by the half naked white girl.  "Duper" slowly got
to his feet.  The smile on Maureen's face spread from cheek to cheek.  She
started humping like a stripper toward him.  "Duper" started humping back
at her.  His swollen cock growing down the left leg of his jeans.

   For Maureen there was but one man in the room.  "Duper's" cock looked
like a huge sausage in his jeans.  Her cunt was hemorrhaging cunt butter.
He was still five feet away but she fell to her knees and beckoned him
forward.  He had to get it.  She wanted to suck his big, hard, black cock.
He stepped forward.  Maureen grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him closer.
He was laughing.  So was Eric.

   "Duper" looked up at the laughter.  It was Eric.  He was watching
Maureen unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans and dragging them down.  His
underwear came with his jeans and his cock sprang out when no longer
confined.

   Eric's laughter stopped.  Maureen sucked in her breath.  "Oh !  My
fucking God !  `Duper,' your cock is huge.  I didn't think they made them
this big ?" Eric laughed but "Duper" was stunned.  Maureen had half his
cock in her mouth before Eric's laughter subsided.

   "Oooohhhhhh...Fuck !  Suck !" "Duper's" hands were in her hair and he
was rocking back and forth.  Maureen was only taking about half of him...He
was fucking huge.  Eric got to his feet and began getting out of his
clothes.  He knew he was third but wanted to be naked.  His cock was
swollen and he wanted to play with it while she fucked the black guys. 
Eric was sure "Duper" was going to lose it in her mouth.  Maureen was
really bobbing her head back and forth on his cock like a machine.  There
goes his knees.  "Duper" was down and Maureen was still sucking on him. 
His hips were thrusting up off the mattress covered floor.  Her cheeks were
bulging out like a chipmunk's, jizzim drooling out of her mouth.

   Eric was standing and naked.  "Duper" was done for a while.  His cock
was limp and dangling down between his legs, well beyond his balls.  Eric
was stroking his hardon.  Maureen was crawling towards Jamal but he was way
ahead of her and already naked.  He was down on his knees and wrestling her
on to her back.  She was laughing.  Jamal's cock was a black slab of
meat...Not too long but thick as your arm.  Maureen's tits were bouncing
around.  Eric had to stop stroking or he'd blow a load all over the
mattresses.

   Maureen's skirt was being tugged down over her hips, down her thighs and
tossed over into the corner.  She still had on her saddle shoes and socks.
Eric started laughing.  Jamal looked over with a scowl on his face while
climbing between Maureen's legs.  Eric stopped laughing.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" It was Maureen and she quickly wrapped her legs around
Jamal's thrusting hips.  He was fucking her like crazy and Eric wanted to
start stroking again.  But he didn't.  He was sure Jamal would last no
longer than "Duper." He laughed and lit up a roach he found on the wood
crate.  Jamal was in overdrive just fucking the shit out of Maureen, her
legs up around him while he pummeled her cunt with his fucking.

   "Duper" was already recovered from his orgasm and was just about ready
to go again.  Jamal was really giving the white girl a work out.  She was
fucking back at him and that was really turning "Duper" on.  The "white"
guy could wait another go around if he had his way.  Jamal couldn't last
much longer.  The sound of their fucking was filling the room and the
"white" girl wasn't making any noise at all.

   Jamal couldn't hang on much longer.  This girl was squeezing his cock
with her cunt better than any black girl he'd ever had.  And let me tell
you, Jamal considered himself an "ass bandit." She was using her legs to
leverage her cunt up to meet every one of his thrusts and her cunt was like
a glove.  The explosion began in his balls and ran up to the tip of his
dick before he drenched Maureen's womb with his seed.  He kept fucking her
and she kept fucking back.  Spurt after spurt of jizzim was being blasted
into her cunt.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   Maureen stopped fucking back when she felt the river of jizzim start
draining down the crack of her ass.  Jamal was still thrusting but they
were coming just every once and a while.  He was on his knees between her
splayed legs.  Her cunt was an open gash with his white cum drooling out of
it.  His cock was still partially hard.  He pulled on it.

   "Hey !  Jamal...There's a line here, man !" It was "Duper." He was hot
to fuck her.  He struggled to his feet.  His shadow flashed across the room
as he moved toward her.  She was struggling to get up off the floor. 
"Duper" dropped to his knees near her head.  His hand guided her head and
her mouth gobbled up his cock.  She started sucking him.  She was on her
side when Eric moved to her rear end and dropped to his knees.  He'd been
holding this hardon for over a half hour.  He pulled her checks apart and
forced his cock into her well fucked cunt.

   "Duper" was a little pissed that Eric was fucking her but thirds would
be a first for him.  And he was sure that she was going to go all night
long.  He wondered how long Eric had been fucking her ?  She was gobbling
about half of his cock and he was hard enough to fuck her.  Eric was just
fucking the shit out of her.

   She was mushy, full of cum when he poked his cock into her cunt.  Hardly
tight but he started fucking his cock in and out of her as fast as he
could. He knew he wouldn't last long and then he was going to have her suck
him off as she fucked one of the black guys.  His favorite fantasy since
she hatched this plot of hers.

   Maureen was about to cum for the first time.  It was going to be huge.
When Eric started to cum in her she went off, bucking back into him and
damn near taking "Duper's" cock off.  He pulled his dick out of her mouth
and watched as she moved around on the "white" boy's cock.  He was really
giving it to her and her tits were giggling around, her nipples hard and
swollen.  "Duper" held his cock and waited his turn.

   Eric pulled his shrinking dick out of Maureen.  His cum was rolling down
her butt cheek and on to the mattress.  He backed away and crawled over to
where the "Jack" was.  He was pulling on the bottle as he watched "Duper"
pull Maureen up on to her knees and start poking his dick into her behind.
Eric started to get hard.

   Jamal was content to watch for a while.  It wasn't even midnight and
they were in the middle of this already.  They weren't going anywhere for a
long, long time.  He pulled on his pecker and watched as Eric crawled over
and poured whisky down Maureen's throat.  "Duper" was already inside her
and starting to fuck her.  Eric was sitting in front of her and now she's
blowing him.  Fuck !  And to think "Duper" almost talked him out of
coming.....

   .....The sun was up.  It was really starting to get light.  Eric was
driving like a madman trying to make all the lights.  Maureen was passed
out in the back seat.  The inside of the station wagon smelled like Jack
Daniels.  How was he going to get her inside her house ?  Shit !  Maybe
he'd take her home.  He could sneak her in...No problem.....

   Twenty Year Reunion - 1988

   He was out in the parking lot with several guys, smoking weed.  There
were three or four of them.  He was really stoned and couldn't remember. 
All he could remember was this morning and Maureen fucking his brains out.
He could hardly act normal when they picked up her husband after he was
finished surfing.  But by then Eric was very stoned and so was Rory's wife.
He stayed that way most of the day.

   The three of them were pretty well destroyed by the time they reached
the reunion that evening.  There were almost too many people for Eric but
after a couple of Jack Daniels on the rocks; he was the life of the party.
He lost track of Rory and Maureen.  He met lots of people he knew in high
school and marveled at how twenty years changed you.  He inquired about
those who didn't attend.  Jamal and "Duper" stood out in the "Didn't Make
It" category.

   Eric thought nothing of it until a woman approached him much later in
the evening.  He vaguely remembered her name.  Penny something...And only
because someone else pointed her out.  He never would have recognized her.

   "Heard you've been asking about Jamal and "Duper," your basketball
buddies.  She didn't tell you ?"

   "Who's `she' ?" Asked Eric.  He still couldn't believe it.  She was a
pig in high school.  Now, she was a fox !

   "Maureen...That's who.  I used to see her all the time with them.  That
was back about the time they got shot.  About six, seven years ago.  Both
of them.  Police said it was the same weapon.  Hunting rifle...Long range
shot." She stopped for just a moment.  Like he should know all of this. 
"Wasn't he in Special Forces or something ?"

   "I have no idea, Peggy."

   "It's Penny, dipshit." Penny was pissed and stormed away into the crowd.
Eric was way too stoned to be having any complex conversations.  He
wandered over to the bar and ordered another "Jack" on the rocks.  He had
no idea what Rory did in the army.  But to kill two guys ?  He was sure
Rory...Shit !  He had no idea what Rory might do.  He was just a surfing
buddy from over twenty years ago.  Way before he started banging his girl
friend when Rory went to 'Nam.  Fuck !  Why did he come to this fucking
reunion !?

   Eric came upon Maureen over by the cheerleaders.  They were having a
group photo taken.  Eric waited patiently.  No sense causing uproar over
this.  He was sure there was a logical answer.  But what if she was seeing
them after Rory got back ?  When was that ?  God !  Damn !  And he just
fucked her this morning.  Came down here with one purpose.  To fuck her. 
Oh !  Jesus !  What the fuck was he going to do ?

   He couldn't ask her here.  He could think of nothing else as he wandered
about with a drink in his hand at all times.  He couldn't recall what he
was talking to people about.  There was only one thing on his mind.  The
fear surrounding the fucking of his surfin' buddy's wife.

   Eric was out in the parking lot when he ran into Rory.  Eric tried to
avoid him.  Knew he couldn't talk to him.  Was overcome by guilt.  What if
the fucker talked to his wife ?  Maureen was coming out into the parking
lot and calling to him.  He turned quickly and stepped out into the street.
The vehicle clipped Eric and threw him into a parked car.  His shoulder and
head went through the windshield.

   The paramedics were there in under five minutes but Eric had passed
while some of his classmates pulled him out of the front seat of the parked
car.  He talked for a few moments but then there was nothing.  Some people
tried reviving him but to no avail.  Rory and Maureen didn't leave until
well after the ambulance left the scene.
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