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The Party
A Willy Tamarack Adventure
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLONG ***
This is the sixth in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures. In it Willy
hosts a party in his condo; starts a new friendship with one of the cronies,
Debby, and continues a friendship with a previous one, Joyce, with a little
added surprise. I'm still stoked so I'm still writing. All the stories are
written to stand alone but are so much more fun to read together. As always
e-mail your comments to the usual.
*** CHAPTER ONE ***
The Christmas season is upon us. It has turned cold in Las Vegas - no
more sunbathing on the patio in the afternoon. Everyone is busy getting ready
for the holidays. Connie, the high school girl friend of my youth, called to
say that she won't be able to visit until next year some time. Karen, my high
school friend from the present, and her boy friend, Paul, only visit every so
often. Joyce, the wife of a friend; what a menage the two of us had with
Connie back in November. I still get hard just thinking about it. Well, I've
seen Joyce several times but always with her husband present. We have flirted
as usual but nothing has come of it. All the cronies have had get-togethers
or small parties - celebrating the holiday season. All except Debby and I,
that is.
Debby is the group's divorcee and I am the single male. I've been widowed
for about three or four years now. I still feel that the only reason I'm even
invited to the parties and get-togethers is to provide an escort for Debby.
But what the fuck, it gets me out of the house every once and a while. So I
owe these people a little something and have decided it's pay back time.
We're all in our late forties or early fifties and the parties usually break
up fairly early so how tough can it be. I've called almost everyone, Jack and
Terry, Tom and Jenny; and am now trying to get a hold of Jeff and Joyce. I'm
waiting on Debby, mostly because I need a little courage. We have not
established much rapport plus she has rebuffed all my advances. I want to be
able to tell her that all of the group will be there.
Joyce answers the phone, "Hello."
"Hey ! Joyce, it's Willy. I'm planning on having a little party for all
the cronies and was hoping that you and Jeff would be able to make it."
We talk about the date and time. Joyce offers to bring a dish. I tell
her it's not necessary as I'm doing everything myself. She makes some remark
about everyone better have good medical coverage and then asks if I have
talked to Debby yet. I say no and tell her I wanted to be sure that everyone
else will be coming before calling her. Joyce thought it would be a great
idea if I asked Debby to be the hostess with me as the host. When she was
married she really enjoyed having people over. Since her divorce, she has not
entertained at all. I tell her I'll think about it. After hanging up, I'm
somewhat disappointed - we didn't flirt on the phone at all.
I call Debby and after bullshitting about this and that for about ten
minutes finally come to the point. I think she was expecting me to ask her
out. Well anyway, she would be delighted to help me host a party for the
cronies at my place. When I tell her that she won't have to do anything, I'll
do all the cooking, etc., she sounds somewhat disappointed. I outline the
menu that I've planned and she immediately asks who is going to cater. I'm
beginning to think this was a shitty idea and tell her that I'm doing all the
cooking myself. We end the conversation by agreeing that she should probably
come a little early to check everything out. "Yea," I laugh, "and get a
little head start on the group." She doesn't return the laugh and now I'm
positive I've made a big mistake. Too late now - shit happens.
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
The party is a great success - no shit - everyone is buzzing around my
condo like they're teenagers. Debby arrived about an hour early and was
dutifully impressed with the arrangements. I had refrained from my usual
joint before these events as I figured I would need all my wits about me to
bring it off. I was doing Mexican - cheese crisps and margaritas to start;
followed by cheese enchiladas, refried beans and tortillas for the main
course. I must admit that I make one fine margarita and it soon became
evident that everyone else thought the same as copious amounts of the potent
brew were consumed. After dinner I had the Beatles' Abbey Road on the
Nakamichi and the condo was full of loud voices and laughter. Jack, my
service buddy - the one who convinced me to move to Las Vegas, was telling
flying stories with a lot of hand motions. His wife, Terry, and Jenny, Tom's
wife, were laughing in mock amazement at his antics. Jeff, Joyce's husband,
and Tom were conversing on the couch with Debby. The margaritas were still
flowing as I stacked the dinner dishes in the sink to be dealt with later.
Joyce came into the kitchen offering to help clean up. We were shooting the
shit a bit when she casually mentions, "Jeff's going to be out of town for a
while, starting tomorrow...." She let's the sentence trail off. I don't say
a word partly because she's a little smashed and partly because I don't want
to get my hopes up. I'm horny as hell and would really love to spend a couple
of nights fucking her brains out.
"I was hoping that maybe you could drop by and have a drink or something,"
she continued.
I can't hold back and return with, "Name the time, I'll be there.
"Say about eight or so tomorrow night. We're going to be leaving soon and
had a great time, Willy. Really everyone did. We'll have to do this again
real soon."
As Jeff and Joyce started to leave everyone else seemed to get the same
idea. It was about ten minutes after nine and all the cronies were gone
except for Debby. She insisted that she help with the dishes. She went on to
say that she has a new baby sitter and no longer has to worry about when she
gets home. We soon had the dish washer loaded and were just standing around
in the kitchen.
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
"Are there any more margaritas ?" Debby asked.
"No, but I'll mix you one."
She said she didn't want one that bad but I started fixing one anyway.
She asked if I used the weights that were out on the patio and we talked a
little about staying in shape. Debby is very attractive but a bit plump to
put it politely. Terry says it's menopause. She is wearing her usual, a
warmup suit. It hides how big she is, but has a hard time hiding her tits -
she IS a real big girl in the tit department. She is quite tall, about five
eight or nine, and wears her blond hair long, pulled up into a bun on the back
of her head. I surprise her by saying, "It's a date then."
"What's a date ?" She asks.
"You and me and the weights and a little running." She starts shaking her
head no but I continue to pester her until we agree that she'll try it "for a
little while." We continue to bullshit about when and how often when she
tells me, "But it's not a date, a date is something where you go out, like to
dinner and dancing, or something like that." I realize that she is a little
smashed.
The Nachamichi is playing some Simon and Garfunkel so I ask her to dance.
She doesn't move but continues to lean against the kitchen counter. I hop off
the bar stool and take her hand, leading her to the front room. We start out
dancing conventionally, something like the box step. She keeps her distance
hardly touching me. During the next song, I pull her close to me, place both
of her hands on my shoulders and wrap my arms around her waist. She is thick
around the middle, hardly a waist at all. I press my cheek against hers - we
have stopped dancing and are now just swaying to the music - I can feel her
breasts pressing against my chest. I start to rub her back and shoulders.
She says something but I don't understand. I lean away from her and look into
her eyes. She starts to say something and I place my lips over hers and snake
my tongue into her mouth. I pull her closer and feel her breasts flatten out
against my chest. I can feel them rub against my arms - they are fucking
huge. I'm rubbing her back and feel her bra strap. It feels about six inches
wide and cuts some what into the flesh of her back. This woman is stacked -
maybe a little heavy - but real stacked. Her tongue starts to become active
in my mouth, fencing with mine. We kiss for a long time and my cock begins to
grow down the leg of my jeans. I break the kiss and ask her what she was
going to say. She is a bit breathless.
"You're going to be disappointed," she says.
"How's that ?"
"My ex says that nobody can get it up to go to bed with me, I'm so fat."
I pull her closer and kiss her again. Her tongue is much more active in
my mouth, her arms now up around my neck. I begin to grind against her. My
cock is getting harder and I clench my ass, to pump more blood to it. When
The Sounds of Silence ends, I move away from her a bit and take her hand,
guiding it to my now very hard cock. I press her palm against my hardness and
squeeze her fingers around it. "Looks like your ex is wrong." I remove my
hand from hers and she starts to remove hers. "Leave it there and squeeze me,
it feels good." I lean forward and kiss her again, sliding my hand up under
her warmup jacket onto her bare back. Her hand is sandwiched between us and I
am hard as stone. I tell her to keep squeezing my cock as I lick her lips. I
start to lick her neck, taking small bites of her. She smells very nice. Her
hand is squeezing my cock and I can tell she is excited, so I slide my hand
down the back of her warmups and into her underpants. Her ass is huge, no way
I can get half of one cheek in my hand. I find the fattest part and squeeze.
She inhales - it's almost a moan. My tongue has reached her ear and after
frenching it a bit, I whisper, "I can't wait to get you to bed - I want you
right now."
I start to move her toward the bar stool. Both of my hands are now inside
her underwear grabbing as much of her ass as I can - rubbing her cheeks
together. Her arms are around my neck, I'm grinding my hardon against her
lower stomach as she backs into the bar stool. I begin to push her warmups
down and she gasps, "We can't do it here." I laugh, licking some sweat from
her upper lip and say, "Oh, yes we can." I've got her warmups and panties to
her knees and tell her to get up on the stool. "Put your rear end right on
the edge of the bar stool, Debby." I whisper as I pull her running shoes,
warmups and panties off, throwing them on the floor behind us. She has got
her knees together and the warmup top pulled down over her bush. Her thighs
are covered with a light sprinkling of short, blond hair. I bend over and
start licking the tops of her thighs, slowly spreading them apart. I can
smell her now - the somewhat cloying scent of an excited woman. When I get
her thighs spread about a foot I force my head between them and take a mouth
full of her inner thigh, sucking lightly. "What are you doing ?"
"I'm going to eat you, Debby." I grab one of her ankles and push it up so
that her heel is wedged on the upper bar stool ring. Her smell is very strong
now. I can almost feel the humidity between her legs. I trace my tongue down
the inside of her until I run into a tuft of blond pubic hair growing on the
inside of her thigh. I pull a bunch of it with my lips and then continue my
tongue toward her snatch. She is quite hairy; a forest of thin, curly, blond
pubic hair covers her labia. I run my tongue through it searching for her
slit. He lips are fat and thick. I part them with my tongue and burrow my
tongue into her cunt. "Oh ! God ! Oh ! Oh ! My God !" I force my tongue
deeper into her. She is very wet, almost sloppy. I slide my hands between
her thighs and spread her wider, licking up and down her cunt. She has a very
large cunt with very long labia. I lick up to the top of her slit looking for
her clitoris, spreading her lips with my fingers. She is panting - short,
quick, shallow breaths - almost like she's using lamaz during labor. Fuck, I
freak out, her clit is huge and hard like a pebble. Somewhat hidden in the
folds of her labia it looks like an uncircumcised penis. I suck it into my
mouth and her thighs close on my head. I push them apart and begin to lick
her clit, long swipes, like a dog. Her thighs are trying to close again, her
panting is almost a chanting and fills the room with sound; somewhat drowning
out the stereo. The cheeks of her ass and thighs are tensing and relaxing -
her butt can't stay still on the bar stool.
She is still moving when I back away and kick off my shoes. I drop my
pants and shorts to my knees and begin to stroke my cock. It has lost some
hardness but is still good to go. Her eyes are glassy and have that far away
look. She has brought her thighs together and as I spread them I ask her,
"Was that good for you ?" Not getting an answer I step between her spread
thighs and enter her in one quick thrust. She is very sloppy now. I pull her
other leg up, wedge it in the upper bar stool ring and begin to fuck her. She
is totally spread for me and our bodies are slapping together as I piston my
cock in and out of her. I lean over to kiss her, her mouth is open and she is
breathing very heavily. "Take your hair down, Debby." Her hands come up
behind her head and I stop pumping and reach for the zipper on her warmup top.
I slide the zipper down as her blond hair cascades around her shoulders. She
is a very attractive woman. I spread her warmup apart and am greeted by the
largest pair of tits I have ever seen. They are encased in a plain white bra
that has to be at least a "D" cup. Mounds of her tit flesh escape over the
top of the cups. I begin to fuck her again and watch them move about on her
chest.
We have been fucking for some time now. I've got one of those hardons
that you wish you got every day. I've drank just enough that I'm somewhat
desensitized. Right now I feel like we could fuck all night, but I do want to
cum and I don't think I'm going to be able to do it here. I pull out of her
abruptly and help her off of the stool. She hasn't said a word. I lead her
into the bedroom and sit her on the edge of the bed. "Get naked, Debby."
She pulls the warmup over her head, catching some of her hair in it. She
finally gets free and reaches behind her to take off her bra. As soon as it
is unstrapped the cups of her bra sag. I pull her knees up so that she is
lying on her back and put her ankles around my neck. I'm back in and fucking
her like shit. Her tits are all over her chest but still partly covered by
her bra. "I want to see your tits, Debby." She pulls the bra aside and
slings it onto the bed. Oh ! Jesus, what tits. They have flattened out on
her chest and slid to her sides - huge globs of flesh. With every thrust they
jiggle - that's not true - they don't jiggle - they move, like the ground
during an earthquake. These huge mounds of tit are topped with the largest
areolae I've ever seen, like the painted nose of a blimp. Their color is the
lightest brown almost unnoticeable and in each center is a nipple the size of
a nickel.
I tell her to squeeze them together and when she does, put my arms on
either side of her shoulder and bend her in half. I am now pounding her like
crazy and starting to feel my orgasm coming on. I lean forward and suck as
much of her left tit into my mouth as I can and begin to lick her nipple. She
has started to throw her head from side to side, digging her finger nails into
my shoulders. Here I cum, shouting and yelling - I think I scared her as she
tries to get up off of her back. I keep pumping, spurt after spurt of jizzim
into her cunt. She is so sloppy now that I slip out of her cunt. I reach
down put myself back in her and continue fucking her. I am moaning and
groaning. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping
together. I finally come to rest, exhausted. I look down at her and she is
staring into my face. I can hardly catch my breath. "Are you ok ?"
"Never felt better." I return. I kiss her open mouthed and let my tongue
play over her lips and teeth, finally entering her mouth searching for her
tongue. I slowly disengage from her and lay next to her. We are very wet and
it becomes somewhat cool on the bed. I reach over and grab the bedspread and
pull it over us. "I'd say your ex didn't try hard enough."
"Oh ! God, I've never done the nasty like that."
"The nasty ?"
"Yea, that's what I used to call it when he wanted to do it but it's never
been like this. You were real nasty."
"Yea, that was kind of nasty. Want to do it again ?"
"You've got to be kidding.....Oh ! Shit, what time is it ? I've got to
get home." She starts to get up and I pull her back down. I roll on top of
her and tell her I'm not going to let her go. I'm going to turn her into my
personal sex slave. She is struggling a bit, but is starting to laugh. I
remind her about her new baby sitter and go on trying to convince her that we
need to shower and start over again. She says that we couldn't possibly do
that again. I say we can. We're both laughing now.
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
We are back in bed after showering. She called the sitter and everything
is cool. I talked her into having a joint with me before going to shower so
we were both pretty stoned. The shower was kind of neat as we spent quite a
bit of time in mutual masturbation. She claimed she had never beat off a guy.
I told her I'd rather eat her pussy. While drying her off I started to eat
her ass, spanking her a bit to get her to bend over in front of me. She
finally ran into the bedroom and I chased her - finding her under the covers.
I climbed in from the bottom and started licking and kissing up her legs until
I ran into her bush. Her legs were spread and I dove right in, sucking her
cunt lips and tongue fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I shoved three
fingers into her cunt and began to suck on her clit, pumping my fingers in and
out of her as quickly as I could. She got wet real fast. Her orgasm
surprised me. "Aaahhhh. Oooh ! God," is all the sound she made. My dick
never made it hard again but I did eat her for what seemed like hours. The
last thing I remember is her saying, "See, I told you we couldn't do the nasty
again." I asked her what we had been doing and she said, "We're doing the
nastiest, that's better than the nasty."
I arose early as usual and shaved because I had plans to do the nasty
before she left. I got stoned, cooked some bacon and called her sitter saying
that we were going to breakfast and would be home about noon. I told the
sitter that she would get double what Debby would pay her and I'd even give
her a ride home. She laughed and said that she lived in the same complex. I
laughed and said I'd walk her to her door. I wandered into the bedroom.
Debby was still asleep. She rolls over and one of her gigantic breasts
exposes itself. I start to become hard and lower my shorts to the floor. I
am stroking myself when her eyes open. She quickly gets up against he head
board and brings the sheet with her, covering her breasts. Her eyes are wide
open and staring at my cock. "What are you doing naked ?" She continues
with, "What am I doing here ?"
I look at her skeptically and say, "You don't remember last night, when I
chased you around the front room, tearing your clothes off - making passionate
love to you on the bar stool ?" I go on to tell her that we spent most of the
night in bed together doing the nasty and the nastiest. She keeps shaking her
head back and forth saying that she has to leave and will I please bring her
clothes. I point to the chair - her warmups and underwear are folded neatly
on the seat. She says she can't dress in front of me. I say she'll have too.
I go on to tell her that I've called the sitter, the boys are fine and she is
to be home by noon. "I figured that we could shower, do the nasty and eat
breakfast before I take you home." She's still shaking her head, saying, "No
way."
I move toward the bed and she wants to know what I think I'm doing. "I'm
going to convince you to do the nasty." Her eyes get real wide and she keeps
denying that anything happened last night. I start to pull the sheet down
toward the foot of the bed. She tells me to stop. I tell her it's my bed.
She tries to get up and I push her down and mash my lips against hers, pulling
the sheet away from the top of body. I didn't have to force my tongue into
her mouth. She kisses back energetically. When I broke the kiss she was
blushing and blurted out that she remembered everything and was so
embarrassed. She continued to tell me that she had never done anything like
last night before. "Good, then it won't be so hard this morning," I said as I
began trailing kisses from her chin to her mammoth breasts. I continued
beyond her breasts toward her belly and below. When I reached her bush, her
legs parted and I began to suck and lick on her large labia. "Oh ! Yes,
please do that." I stopped and asked her if she wanted me to eat her. "Yes,
Please." "Tell me to eat your cunt, Debby." I kept teasing her labia,
pulling her pubic hair with my lips. "Come on, Debby, tell me to eat your
cunt." I spread her thick lips and took one swipe at her clitoris with my
tongue. Her hips came up off the bed and she yelled, "Don't stop, yes, please
Willy, eat my cunt, please eat my cunt." I started to chow down, fucking
three fingers in and out of her cunt and sucking her clit until she cums in an
explosive orgasm. "Uuuugh, Oooooh my God, Aaahhhh, Oh shit, I'm
cuuuming....really cuuming."
I tell her to roll over and begin to lick and kiss her ass. I straddle
her legs, licking her crack, then rub my hardon up and down the crack of her
ass. "I'm going to fuck your brains out, Debby, and you're going to cum
again. Get up on your knees." She obeys and I waste no time entering her.
Jesus, she is wet, sloppy wet. I start to pump - real slow - all the way in
and almost all the way out. "Want me to go faster, Debby ?" I push all the
way in and just grind against her ass, reaching out and fondling her tits.
"Come on, Debby, tell me what you want." It was a scream, "Oh ! God, come on,
Willy, please fuck me.....fuck me fast.....fuck me hard......please fuck me."
I did. Pounding her down onto the mattress, forcing the air out of her lungs.
I didn't last too long, and pumped an explosion of hot cum into her belly.
Yelling, "fuck" over and over again. Her orgasm came shortly after mine -
not as explosive as her first one but longer - quick little jerks of her body
- - pressing her ass back against my thrusts. The pillow smothered her cries.
We laid still for a long time.
The shower was anti-climatic but breakfast was a treat. She buttered the
toast as I finished the eggs. We chatted about a lot of things but avoided
the subject of sex. Debby was in a very good mood when I walked her out of
the condo to her car. I had dressed to run and was going to run back from her
apartment - about two miles or so. As we're getting into her car, Jenny, her
best friend, drove by the condo. Debby and I waved as she drove quickly by
after spying us. "Well I guess it's no longer a secret," she said. "You
could always tell her that we just got back from breakfast," I countered.
"Yea, and fat girls get all the dates too." Yea and pigs fly; I was thinking.
*** CHAPTER FIVE ***
I awoke to the ringing of the phone. It was five-thirty and I had been
asleep about four hours. It was Joyce and still groggy with sleep I was
afraid she was going to cancel out on this evening. She just wanted to make
sure that I was going to bring some of that "awesome" grass that I had. I
assured her that I never left home without it. She also wanted to know if I
could make it earlier; her husband was trying for an earlier flight - I could.
I showered and shaved for the second time that day, then spent a while driving
around Joyce's neighborhood - just checking things out. It always pays to be
careful especially when you're planning to boff some other guy's wife.
She greeted me wearing a white terry cloth robe. It was belted around her
waist but the top had spread so that I was getting a great view of her
cleavage. I figured she was naked beneath the robe and followed her into the
den. She asked if I wanted some wine and left towards the kitchen when I said
ok. I sat in the easy boy by the patio doors. She said something in the
kitchen that I didn't hear, came back with the wine and sat on the arm of the
chair. I had thoughts of pulling her onto my lap, then my face as I was now
sure she was naked under the robe.
"Let's get stoned, Willy."
That sounded good to me so I torched up a joint and handed it to her. As
we were passing it back and forth, she mockingly asked me, "I hope Debby
didn't tire you out too much last night ?" I told her that we went dancing
after the party and then to breakfast this morning. "Uh huh," is the only
response I got. She left the arm of the chair and headed for the kitchen and
more wine. When she returned the terry cloth robe was gone and she was
wearing a black lace apron that barely covered her tits and ended just below
her bush. I could just make out her areolae and the triangle of her of her
dark bush beneath the lace. She stopped in the middle of the room and asked
if I liked her outfit. My cock was starting to get hard and I adjusted it in
my jeans. "I think it's getting the expected response," I said. She laughed,
put both of the glasses on the end table and leaned down in front of me. The
top of the apron fell down and I could plainly see both of her tits. Nice
apple size tits topped with light brown areolae and nipples the size of pencil
erasures. They were erect. I could smell her perfume. I reached for her
breasts and she backed away.
She was backing across the room toward the couch; I got up and followed,
taking off my shirt, kicking off my shoes and undoing my jeans. She pushed
the coffee table aside and pulled the apron off over her head. My pants and
shorts were off and now we were both naked. She sat on the couch and brought
both heels up under her ass then spread her knees giving me a great shot of
the curly black hair that surrounded her cunt. I moved closer, stroking my
cock. She was staring at it and said, "Eat me first, Willy." I dropped to my
knees and dug my hands under her ass. God, she has a great ass, a little
plump but a great shape. I lowered my face to her cunt and she smelled great
- - freshly washed. I began to lick through her curls and found her lips
slightly spread. I lanced my tongue into her slit and started to lick the
entire length from cunt to clit, stopping every third or forth trip to suck
on the small pebble. I eased my thumb into her cunt and slid my fingers down
the crack of her ass, sliding the hand back and forth which forced my thumb in
and out of her and rubbed the knuckle of my hand over her anus. She was
starting to pant as I started to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.
When her hips came up off the couch, I sucked the nub of her clitoris into my
mouth and pumped my thumb in and out of her cunt. "Oh ! Shit, Willy, I'mmmm
cuuumming....Oh ! God, iit's sooo gooood."
After her movement subsided, I stood, sucking the thumb that had been in
her cunt and stroking my cock with my other hand. "Suck my cock, Joyce, make
it nice and wet like your pussy." I held out my hand and she rose a bit and
rubbed her hands up my thighs, her mouth about three or four inches from my
dick. I could feel her breath on my cock and guided her mouth to it. Her
mouth was dry but she quickly worked up some saliva and was soon pumping her
lips up and down my shaft. I started to rock my cock back and forth with her
movement. As much as I wanted to blow my load in her mouth, I wanted to fuck
her worse. I pulled out of her mouth and told her to get on her knees. She
scrambled into position and I moved behind her. "Spread your ass, Joyce." I
rubbed my dick up and down the crack of her ass from her anus to her cunt,
letting a bit of my cock enter her cunt on each trip. Her hands are spreading
her cheeks. I could see the pelt of black pubic hair surrounding her cunt and
follow it as it trailed off to a light sprinkling of black hair around her
asshole. I was tempted to force my cock in her asshole but instead slammed it
into her cunt and began to fuck her like crazy - pumping my cock in and out of
her as fast as I could. I knew I wouldn't last long but didn't care she had
already cum and I was dying to shoot my load in her cunt. "Here it comes,
I'mmm cummming....Oh ! Fuck." I kept pumping long after I was done and
grinding my cock around inside her. From the way I felt I was sure I could
get it up again....and the phone rings.
Joyce leans forward to pick up the phone and breaks our connection. My
cock is coated with our juices and I spread the cheeks of her ass and see our
cum dribbling out of her cunt onto the couch. She looks back at me as she
calmly talks into the phone. I don't realize until now how stoned I am. She
hangs up the phone and says, "Shit, Jeff is on the way back - he couldn't get
out." I'm terrified now and jump off the couch. I'm wiping my dick with my
handkerchief and notice that she hasn't moved, her ass is still sticking up in
the air. I start to laugh and she asks if I can let myself out. I'm almost
dressed and say sure. She still hasn't moved.
*** CHAPTER SIX ***
I'm now on the sidewalk, just casually strolling toward my car. It's
parked about a block away. I'm no longer paranoid - I'm away clean - but the
whole scene doesn't make any sense to me. I keep walking, what the fuck I'm
stoned - then I remember the drapes and turn back toward the house. The side
gate to the yard is not locked and I ease in, grateful that the gate doesn't
make any noise. I creep around the corner of the house and up onto the patio.
The sliding glass door on the patio is open and I can hear the sounds of
fucking drifting out onto the patio. Joyce is moaning and groaning, egging
her husband on, "Come on, Jeff, fuck me, harder. Yea, come on, honey."
I stand in the open door way and watch. Joyce doesn't appear to have
moved and Jeff is fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Jesus, is he hung
- - he is pounding what I think is about eight or nine inches in and out of her
like a mad man. I don't have long to wait and shortly am greeted with both of
their orgasms. Joyce looks back at him and says, "God, Jeff, that was.....Oh
! Shit." She notices me. "Oh, my God," she cries but nobody moves. Jeff
finally disengages from her, his very long, thick cock, slimy like mine was no
more than ten minutes ago. Joyce has buried her head in her arms and slid to
her stomach on the couch. "How about throwing me my robe, Willy ?" Jeff
asks. I toss it to the couch and pick up the wine that Joyce brought me
earlier. Joyce gets up and runs from the room as Jeff puts on his robe. What
the fuck, I torch up a joint.
"Well, you caught us, I guess."
"Turn around is fair play, I guess." I return.
I offer Jeff the joint and he accepts. We both hear the shower go on up
stairs. I sit and we both look at each other. He says that he likes to watch
his wife fuck other guys and after what she told him about what went on with
Connie several weeks ago, they were both dying to set me up. He almost
apologized. He went on to say that this was only the second time that they
had been able to set it up. The first time was with a young associate of his
at the office several years ago. I waved him off and said, "Hey, shit man !
You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm as perverted as the next guy and
really get off on watching too." We fall silent for a moment and then I ask
if Joyce is pissed off. Jeff says no, just embarrassed. Her affair with the
associate became almost common knowledge when all of them almost got caught by
his wife. I said, "The three of you ?" "Oh, no," he said, "the woman came to
the house one night when the two of them were getting it on and I was
watching." He went on to say that he saved the evening by saying that the
associate was over to do business, but the young man then knew that Jeff had
been watching all those times and then fucking Joyce after he left.
"I suppose then it's out of the question for us to go up stairs and cheer
Joyce up a bit ?"
"Both of us ?" He asks.
"Sure, why not ? She really got off on Connie and I together, and that
was two girls; she'll probably get off more on two guys." Who the fuck am I
kidding ? But being stoned does have it's advantages.
We sat on the couch for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word.
Finally he got up and said, "I'm a player." We dropped into the guest
bathroom down stairs and washed our cocks. Why ? I really don't have a clue
other than Jeff thought it would be a good idea. He brings up Debby. I shrug
it off. He insists saying, "I've always thought she would be a hot piece of
ass and have often thought of doing her and Joyce together." I laugh and say,
"Well, last night was pretty cool, but I'm sure she's not ready for something
like this." He laughs and says, "They all are, given the right
circumstances." We leave it at that and bounce up the stairs.
Joyce is in bed with the lights off when Jeff bursts in the door and
exclaims, "Hope you're still horny, honey." The lights go on, Joyce sits up
and blurts out, "Oh ! Jesus !" We both pile on the bed, one on each side of
her. I torch up another joint and we start passing it around, flicking the
ashes on the floor. I'm real stoned by now and they are catching up. We just
giggle and laugh a lot, talking about Debby and me. I feel picked on so I
reach over and pull Joyce's top over her head. Her nipples are erect. She
leans over and kisses me and it starts. She is soon as naked as we are. I'm
between her legs eating her bearded clam and Jeff is up on his knees getting
his cock sucked. She wants to get fucked and Jeff is quick to get her on her
knees and into her doggie style. I slide around on the bed and present her
with my cock - she starts gobbling and now she has both of us. From the
sounds filling the bedroom this is going to be another long night. Let me
see, what do I have to do tomorrow.......?
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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