Marci was wearing a white robe and had just gotten out of the tub, after getting home from the gym. She loved going to the gym and feeling âthe burnâ. She liked getting hot and sweaty, and working-out made her Horney. After her bath, she sometimes liked to surf some of her favorite porn sites with her âSilver Bulletâ vibrator. Gary wouldnât be home for hours and a little fun with her power tools would hold her over.
It had been almost a month since the âGangbangâ party. Marci had been sore for a week after the party, and it had taken that long for all the bruises on her ass and tits to go away. She still thought about the party almost daily, and whenever she did, she got wet. Billâs work had taken him out of town, and Marci had only seen him twice in the past month. The last time, was almost two weeks ago. Not near as much as she wanted and needed. She and Gary had been getting it on almost daily. She wondered how long the erotic memories of the gangbang would keep her hot juices flowing. She had had several calls from the guys from the party, all wanting to say how much they enjoyed the time they had with her and Brenda, and how much they would like to get together again soon.
Marci and Brenda had talked about the party a number of times. They decided that it had been a fun experience, and even though it wouldnât probably be as good the second time, both were excited and âopenâ to the idea of doing it again. If they did do it though, there would need to be a few more women there to share the love, so to speak. Something else that she and Brenda discussed was how much they had enjoyed each other at the party. They wasted no time in their weekly visits with small talk. Brenda and Marci were having a lot of fun exploring each otherâs bodies and both had developed a taste for hot, wet pussy. But as good as pussy was, they were both cock lovers and would soon invite Gary, Bill and whoever else was available, to join them. Marci loved teasing Gary with the idea, and whenever she brought it up, he would get an instant hard on.
Marci switched on her computer monitor and as usual, she started checking out a few of her favorite âInterracialâ group sites and began downloading some of the recently posted pics. Marci pulled her robe open and spread her legs. âOne hand on my mouse and the other on my pussyâ, she smiled. She began clicking thru a number of pics of large black cocks stuffed into white cunts. âUMMMMMMMâ, she moaned as she worked her way through a half dozen photos. âOh, these look goodâ, she said to herself, as she opened the first pic in a series of about a dozen posts. It was a photo of the back of a white woman sitting on a huge black cock. She clicked to the next one and it was almost the same as the first, with the exception that the woman had her hands on her ass cheeks pulling them apart. Marci clicked on the next pic and before it opened, she moved her mouse to the âStopâ button and froze. She had noticed something in the last pic, just as she was leaving, and wanted to look at it again. She clicked the âbackâ button and the photo opened. Marci squinted at the photo, paying particular attention to the wedding ring on womanâs left hand. Marci removed her hand from her cunt as she clicked on the next photo. It was what she expected. It was a photo of two women, a blonde and a brunette on their knees, sucking black cocks with other black men standing around them watching and waiting their turns. Marci quickly clicked thru the remaining photos in the series, and with big tears welling up in her eyes, she closed the program and turned off her monitor. She then crossed her arms over her keyboard and laid her head on her arms and began to sob. âGary, you stupid fucking assholeâ, she cried.
A few weeks later, Sandy looked at her boarding pass as she walked down the isle. 23A it said. She was happy to have a window seat and hoped that the plane was not going to be full. There was a man already seated in 23C. He smiled at her as he rose and stood in the isle way to allow her to take her seat. âCan I help you with thatâ, he asked as he took her overnight bag and placed it in the overhead bin. âThank youâ, Sandy replied as she returned his smile. âGod, he is so beautifulâ, she said to herself. He was in his mid 30âs and dressed in, what looked to Sandy, as a very expensive suit. His cologne smelled of lavender, and he had the cutest smile. She noticed that he was married. Sandy was wearing white tennis shoes, a short flowered skirt and a white blouse. She was proud of the way she looked in the outfit and the white blouse extenuated her tan, not to mention her full breasts. Her hair was blonde and long enough to curl a little on her shoulders. The only makeup she wore was glossy, light-pink lipstick. Her eyes were baby blue and with her only weighing 135 pounds at six feet one, she could have been a model for bathing suits.
âYou have family in Portland?â the gentleman asked. âYeaâ, she answered. âMy Dad and Step Mother live there. Iâm going to be living with them while I go to Lewis and Clark College.â She added. âOh, so youâre moving then?â he asked. âYepâ, Sandy replied. âWhole lot different climate than San Diegoâ, she said. âBut its going to be fun to get away from homeâ, she added. It was another 10 minutes before the plane taxied to the runway and Sandy and the gentleman chatted about school and Portland. She found that he was on a business trip and was returning to San Diego on a return flight that same evening. He was very friendly and she was relaxed talking to him. He was the first adult black man that she talked to for this long. Sandy had known a few black guys in school, but had never dated any of them. The ones she had met were Gangbanger types or jocks and stayed pretty much in their clicks. Sandy was more of a âValley Girlâ type and spent most of her free time tanning on the beach in Lajolla or at the Mall with her friends.
âMy name is Robertâ, the man said to Sandy as he put out his hand to her. âSandy Clarkâ, Sandy replied as she turned toward Robert, leaned forward, and extended her right hand. Robert took her hand in his, put his other hand on the top of her hand, and held it as he said, âIt is a pleasure to meet you Sandy Clarkâ. It only took a second for Sandy to realize that the way she was leaning, and the type of blouse she was wearing, gave Robert a great view of her breasts. She glanced at his eyes and sure enough, they were glued to her chest. Sandy loved the feel of his big warm hands gently clutching her hand and didnât try to pull away. She liked the idea of this gorgeous black man admiring her tits and leaned a little more to give him an even better view. Sandy was definitely not a virgin. She had dated a lot of guys in High School, but none over the age of 19. Sex was fun and she loved fucking. She especially loved having her boyfriends look at her nude body, and she got off sucking their cocks and watching their eyes as she gave them pleasure. She was always in control. But something was unusually sexy about Robert. She didnât know if it was the fact that he was older, or black, his clothing, his cologne or what it was, but she was getting aroused and could feel the moisture quickly building in her cunt. She was thinking that he could just take her right there and she wouldnât be able to resist. âIâm such a slutâ, she told herself.