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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The John Wayne Gang Bang
Part: 2 of 2
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Language: English


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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 !!!!!

   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

   Part Two

   (BM+WF Interr cheat wife oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   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.
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