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@(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
Betrayed
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLOGUE ***
Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ?? The last
time we saw Willy, he was flying a light, single engine airplane at night in a
violent, turbulent thunderstorm - not conducive to long life. The airplane
was caught in a powerful downdraft and scrapping the trees. Willy was
attempting to maneuver the small plane through a crease in the edge of the
mountain and get some air beneath his ass - like really trying to save his
ass. Let's join him.......
The lightning blinded me. Aw, fuck ! What the fuck was I looking outside
for ? I can't see a fucking thing anyway and now I can't see inside either.
The scraping noise had stopped though and I no longer felt the trees caressing
the skin of the aircraft. My vision was coming back slowly. I was in a right
turn with an airspeed of 110 knots or there abouts. I immediately pulled the
nose of the aircraft above the artificial horizon and leveled the wings. The
aircraft was climbing at 80 knots, about 700 feet per minute. The altimeter
was showing 9,200 feet and was slowly increasing. I kept climbing and turned
toward the Northeast.
Within seconds it seemed I was in another down draft. Airspeed at about
60 knots and I'm still descending. Vertical velocity was about a negative 900
FPM. Altimeter unwinding through nine thousand feet. I look outside and see
nothing but clouds below me; I roll to the left to look out the left side and
then.....flash......it's all desert and off to my left is the long straight
Interstate leading up to Las Vegas. I continue to descend as now I have about
5000 feet of clear air below me. The influence that the mountain had with the
thunderstorm was almost reduced to a light chop, with an "Oh ! Shit !" every
once and a while. Soon I was in smooth, calm air, leveling off at 7500 feet
and continuing Northeast.
At a rest stop on I-10 east of L.A. Rich stopped the car and got out. His
two make believe policemen were checking in. "What do you mean, the airport
guy told you some idiot just took off in an airplane. Nobody can fly in
weather like this. The wind must be blowing a million miles an hour." A long
pause. "Ok ! Ok ! I believe you. Head on back to the beach. I'll see you
tomorrow."
Connie leaned out of the car and asked, "Did they find him ?"
Rich moved toward a pay phone, not answering her. He dialed a number from
his address book and began, "Henderson Police, I live....oh never mind, my
daughter is in high school and says that there is this old guy who sells the
kids marijuana and he lives at......"
*** CHAPTER ONE ***
It was about ten p.m. when I approached the Henderson Sky Harbor Airport.
There were some scattered thunderstorms in the Las Vegas Area but nothing I
couldn't avoid and the airport was clear. I didn't use the aircraft lights
until very short final and left the runway lights off entirely. I had the
correct frequency set in the radio but didn't transmit, only monitored. I was
traveling light; lost the rest of my stuff at the cabin. Somebody is trying
to fuck me over. Time to get the fuck out of town for a while. The problem
is.....where ? I'll come up with a plan. The West coast is out, so I'll go
East.
I'm about a mile from the condo and it comes to me. What a great idea !
Oh ! Shit, a fucking cop car has turned into the community of townhouses and
condos where I live. I slow down and drive by the entrance that leads to my
condo. I turn left on Valle Verde and head for the cluster of businesses that
begin just beyond the townhouses and condos. I park and leave the car door
unlocked for a possible quick get away. Who am I kidding, if I don't get out
of here clean I'm going to do some prison time. There is enough dope in the
condo and.....the home videos of all the fucking and sucking.....Well...Some
of the ladies were a bit young but all of them were over eighteen.....I think.
I'm wandering the green belts, staying off the road; there are fewer
lights in the green belt. No shit, I'm actually keeping to the shadows;
trying to keep in the darkest areas. There are very few lights but I've got
my shades on. I left the clear glasses in the car and I'm not going back for
them. I approach my condo from the east and just off the road that runs in
front of the units where I live. I can clearly see the cop car parked in the
round about that doubles for a guest parking area across from Mrs. Abernathy's
place. I turn away from the road and am now skirting the back of the units.
I freeze as I see a shadow coming around the other end of the condos.
It's a cop. I can make out his cap. I haven't moved. When he turns into my
small patio, I turn to the left and start walking down the hill that leads to
the pool. When I'm half way down I turn to the right and parallel the back of
the units. My vision now is about ground level at the back of the units.
With my shades, I can clearly see the flashlight beam attempting to penetrate
the curtains that hang inside of the sliding glass doors that open up on my
patio. I stand next to a small bush and crouch down. I can no longer see the
porch area but can pick up the reflection of the flashlight in the patio area.
The flashlight beam leaves the patio and swings around the corner of the
condos. I'm up to the top of the hill as soon as I'm sure the cop has left
the patio. I turn the corner and after checking for the cop, sprint down the
side of the building; coming to my knees at the corner and peeking around.
There were two of them. I could see them very easily, clustered around the
police cruiser. One was talking into the car radio; the other writing
something on a clip board. I wonder if these are make-believe cops too ??
I'm sure those two back at the cabin were. They were the same guys that gang
banged Carol the night before. I'm sure of that because I watched them fuck
her, what six...seven times between them. The only headquarters those fuckers
were calling was Connie's husband and he wanted my head. I'd been fucking his
wife, my high school girlfriend, on and off for about a year now. Having the
cops meet me here was too much of a coincidence. Rich called them.....I
wonder if he told them about the dope or the high school girls or the orgies
or maybe all of it ?
They were back in the car and cruising out of the parking area. I hit the
dirt and froze as they drove by my position. The driver looked my way but his
vision was concentrated on the green belt behind me. As soon as they turned
out onto the main road, I was up and heading for my patio where I stashed a
spare key. I entered the condo and left all the lights off. I was down the
hall, filling a bag with some clothes, emptying the growing contraption of
water. In the kitchen I removed the eight boxes of broccoli from the freezer.
In reality, they are each close to a pound of the very best marijuana I grow
and yea, I'll admit, I did sell a little of it to a couple of the local high
school girls every now and then. I went back to the growing room with a
plastic garbage bag. I crammed the large marijuana plant from the growing
contraption into the bag and brought it and the growing contraption down the
hall. I cleaned the growing contraption out with soap and water and had it
stored in the attic in no time. I check my watch - two a.m. A good time to
hit the road. I wrote a note to Mrs. Abernathy, asking her to keep an eye on
the place. I didn't worry too much about the bills as I had them covered with
automatic check withdrawal. I just hope the military keeps the retirement
money coming.
There's about $500 cash, from dope sales, hidden in my closet. I get it
as I'm closing up the attic. I find the home video tapes and throw them in my
traveling bag. I'm moving back across the green belt at a quarter to three.
In the car and driving down Sunset for the freeway at three ten. It's getting
light as I approach the Utah state line. I'll have to get rid of the car.
Salt Lake City would be a good place to start - lots of transportation East
from there.
It's mid-morning and Mrs Abernathy has just discovered the note from Willy
Tamarack on her patio. It reads:
Dear Dorthy,
Am going to do some traveling.
Please watch the place. Probably be
gone for a couple of months. I'll
call soon.
Thanks,
Willy
The police were pulling up to Willy's when Mrs Abernathy went to get her
mail later that day. She wandered over to see what all the commotion was
about - two squad cars with four officers. She over heard one of then saying,
"I told you he was dirty when we rousted him with that little girl a couple of
months ago."
They were knocking loudly on the front door of the unit when Mrs.
Abernathy called to them. "He left town last Friday, Officers." Two of the
officers leave the front door and approach Mrs. Abernathy.
"How do you know that, mam ?"
"He left me a note saying that he would keep in touch and to watch the
place for him." The officers ask her if they can see the note and if she has
a key to the place. Of course she doesn't....."we weren't that close." One
of the officers finds the key to the place hidden in one of those magnetic
things fastened beneath the weight bench on the back patio. Mrs. Abernathy
asks if they have a warrant to search Willy's place. They don't but open the
door anyway, saying they have probable cause with the phone call and all.
Mrs. Abernathy asks a lot of questions that aren't answered and finally says
she's going to call police headquarters and get this all straightened out.
Two of the cops accompany the old woman down to her place while the other two
give Willy's place a quick going over.
The two searchers are coming out of Willy's place as Mrs. Abernathy is
returning. She is scolding them for searching without a warrant. They tell
her that they got the message from headquarters and are taking the key with
them for safe keeping. When they leave, the old woman wonders why Willy asked
her to put her key to his place in the magnetic box. They had both swapped
keys about the time she got Willy into that little fracas with the police a
couple of months ago. He had returned her key this morning with the two notes
he left her; one just for her and the other to show curious neighbors, friends
or the cops. She had no idea that she would be showing it to so many, so
soon.
By the time all of this had taken place I had sold the bug for $800 and
bought a ticket for the first bus East out of Salt Lake City. It was a
beautiful day on the Washach. Clear, warm with no wind, a perfect SLC day. I
closed my eyes as the bus left the station and headed for the interstate.
Next stop Cincinnati.
Rich was still at work when the phone rang. He listened for a long time
and then hung up. Connie came into the office and asked, "Have they found him
yet ?"
"No, they haven't. Some neighbor of his says he's out of town and she
doesn't know when he'll be back. Showed the boys a note. Says he left
Friday, which is true but he had to have come back unless....."
"Unless he crashed and burned last night coming off the mountain."
Rich yelled at her, "Why didn't you tell me the fucker could fly ? Nah,
that would have been on the news or in the paper. The neighbor also told the
boys that the cops tried to roust the place this afternoon. It sure took long
enough. I called the assholes last night."
"What difference does it make. Once he gave the slip to your phony cops,
your plan broke apart. The police are never going to turn on a vet if they
don't catch him with the goods. I'm betting Willy cleaned out his place last
night, left the old lady the note and hit the road. You'll never find him
now." Connie smiles as she leaves his office.
Rich buries his head in his arms and moans, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're
right. We'll never find that mother fucker now."
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
It's mid-day on a Friday when I arrive in Cincinnati. It is overcast and
raining. A cold front just went through town; the worst of it is over but it
is starting to get cold. Low tonight is supposed to be in the upper 40's. I
hang around the bank of telephones that all bus stations have and politely
wait my turn. I memorized the number - Carl Echles. I was his flight
commander when we were in the service, flying together. Carl's wife's name
was Barbara, a tall skinny blond - nice looking though. Jesus, has it been
ten years already. Sure has - five years in that staff job and then five
since I retired. They had a kid back then. I can't remember her name - she
was only two or three at the time. Another person cut in front of me and took
an open phone. I picked up my bag and walked toward the restrooms. I checked
the bag for the millionth time since leaving Salt Lake City, making sure that
the garbage bag containing the marijuana plant was in the very bottom along
with the VCR tapes.
When I returned to the phones, there were several open and stepped up to
one at the end of the row and dialed. The phone was picked up on the second
ring - a young woman's voice. I identified himself and asked to speak to
Carl.
"Hey ! Willy, long time no see...." Carl goes on to ask a whole lot of
questions about my family and I fill him in on the tragedy that struck me a
couple years back. He's silent for a long time.
I finally break the silence with, "Hey, I heard you got on with
Southwest." He mumbles something and I hit him with, "If it wouldn't be too
much trouble, I was wondering if I could spend a couple of days with you. If
you've got the room that is. I'm kind of just traveling around, you know ?!"
In less than an hour, I'm sippin' a beer in his kitchen while his wife is
making dinner. With only the one child, Tammy, they've got plenty of room.
Before coming to the kitchen, I make sure that my bag is safely locked and
hidden in the closet. During dinner is when I learn that Carl is going to
start a four day trip the next morning. It doesn't appear to bother Carl in
the least that I'll be spending those days here while he's gone. Just think -
not a fucking thing to do but get stoned and chill out. I had been on the
road for four days in the bus. I must have changed destinations a million
times and never found anyone following me. I suppose it could have happened
but I don't think it did.
It was about that time that Tammy wandered into the kitchen to eat. She
was sorry she was late, etc., etc. I found out that she is a freshman in high
school and a freshman cheerleader. She could be at that. Long, light brown
hair fell to her waist; it was so bleached that it almost appeared blond in
certain light. She was taller than her mother and her mother was not short.
I noticed that when they both cleared the dishes away. Tammy was almost all
legs. They really looked great in a pair of short shorts and her ass was
better looking than her mother's - nice and tight, with prominent cheeks. She
also filled her "T" shirt better than her mom did. They had a nice jiggle to
them when she walked. A terrific looking young lady, who I found out is just
fourteen. It brought back memories of better times.
Carl said that I could have his car if I took him to the airport the next
day but I begged off as I had no intention of leaving the house. Barbara said
that she was real busy on Monday but that the rest of the week I could use her
car. I thanked them both but again begged off saying I didn't think that I
would need a car. Later in my room I once again checked the dope and then
decided to roll a couple of joints. I stopped at five and then repacked the
dope and paraphernalia back in my bag. I turned out the lights and wandered
over to the window. The bedrooms in this part of the house were above the
garage and right out the window was the garage roof. This was going to work
out great. There was almost no noise as I slid the window open. I stuck my
head out and checked out the area - perfect. I looked to the right and saw
that the light was still on in Tammy's room; guess I'll have to wait awhile.
It was a little after midnight before the light went off in Tammy's room. I
scampered out on to the roof and had the first joint I've had in several days.
God, was it great !!
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
I slept late the next day and it was about ten when I headed down stairs.
Barbara was doing the wash and asked if I was hungry. Tammy was nowhere to be
seen - just as well; I didn't need that temptation. The day dragged by as I,
too, washed my clothes and even managed to take a couple of long walks in the
neighborhood. I found a park that was ideal to smoke a joint in; so after
lunch I wandered through the park and got real stoned. After a short nap, I
watched a little football on the tube and chatted with Barbara about life in
general and how things are going here. She was very chatty and we were in the
middle of a drink when Tammy came into the kitchen. Dinner was very quiet, I
got the impression that Tammy knew I was stoned as she asked me a lot of crazy
questions - I felt stoned.
I helped Barbara with the dishes and watched TV for a while before
retiring at about nine. Tammy had gone up to her room right after dinner. As
soon as I entered the room I knew something was wrong as the closet door was
open. I was sure I closed it when I went down to dinner. I tip toed to the
closet and there I found Tammy kneeling on the floor in front of my open
travel bag. She jumped when I asked if I could help her. She had one of the
porno tapes in her hand. She quickly stood and put the tape behind her back.
"You sure like broccoli a lot," she laughed. She walked by me into the
middle of the room. "What's on the tapes ?" My turn to laugh. I told her it
was nothing. She came back with, "Then you won't mind if I take a look will
you." I laughed louder and lunged for the tape. I think I would have gotten
it too, if I hadn't got so stoned earlier. She was by me, through the
bathroom and into the her room before I turned to the bathroom door. I moved
through the bathroom and into her room. She was sitting on the bed. "My dad
heard that you had become a real doper after your family died. Is he right ?"
I didn't say anything. This was getting uncomfortable. The tape was nowhere
to be seen. "Well ?"
I still didn't answer. We stared at each other. "I do a little dope
every now and again. It's pretty easy to get at school. Tell you what, if
you share some dope with me, I'll give you the tape back."
I think this over for a few minutes. "And you'll leave the tapes alone as
long as I'm here ?"
She mulled this over for a few seconds and then came back with, "Then you
do have some dope ?" I nod my head and move back into my room. She follows
in a few minutes with the tape. I move toward the window and hop out onto the
roof. She tosses the tape on the bed and follows me. I get the joint going
and pass it to her. Back and forth it goes. It's now a small roach and she
doesn't want anymore. I finish it up and swallow the roach. Neither of us
has said a word.
"Wow !! That was real good marijuana....real good." I laugh and ask if
she wants to do another one. She laughs and says she can't possibly do any
more as she can hardly get up now. We gaze at the stars for a while and
finally I get up and climb back into the room. Tammy follows in a few minutes
and sits on the edge of my bed. She looks at the tape and blurts out, "My dad
has a video of my mom." This sounds interesting. "I think they did it in
college. I'll let you see that one if you let me see yours." I ask her when
we're going to do that and she says that she can skip school on Monday and we
can get stoned all day and watch the videos. I don't giver her an answer and
finally tell her that I'm tired and need to get some sleep.
Sunday crawls along. Barbara is always trying to get me to spend some
time chatting with her. I sense that she is lonely with Carl gone a lot of
the time. She admits as much over cocktails that evening. Again we watch TV
after dinner and I retire early. I'm not in my room for more than a few
minutes when the knock comes at the bathroom door. Tammy wants to get stoned
again and we're out on the roof in no time. She wants to know if it's still
on for tomorrow and I ask her, "Sure you're ready for this ?"
She assures me she is and is visibly excited, "I've watched porno movies
before. I'm no virgin." The conversation stops and we both just stare at
each other. I'm starting to get excited, my cock is growing in my pants. I
again tell her I have to hit the rack and spend most of the night wondering
what I'm going to do tomorrow.
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
The door to my bedroom flies open and Tammy is entering the room with the
small TV that Barbara and Carl have in the kitchen. She puts it on the floor
and tells me to get it going while she gets the VCR. I glance at my watch -
it's only a little after seven. I'm a bit dazed but eventually get up and
place the TV on the chest of drawers across from the bed. I'm plugging the TV
in when Tammy returns with the VCR, all the wires dangling behind her. I turn
and watch her walk toward me with this real "shit eatin'" grin on her face.
She puts the VCR next to the TV and it's then that I notice what she is
wearing - a white baby doll nightie. My cock leaps in my shorts. I'm slow
getting up. I can clearly see a thick patch of dark pubic hair escaping from
the crotch of her bottoms. Now I realize that I can see right through her
panties - they're transparent. She's got a great bush growing between her
legs. My cock is growing right though the hole in my shorts. It's about
half mast pointing at her thighs. She's staring right at it.
She looks embarrassed and turns away, while saying, "Why don't you get a
joint going, while I hook this up." I wander over to the night stand and fish
a joint out of my cigarette pack. I light it and just watch Tammy setting up
the VCR. Bullshit, I was staring at her ass, totally visible through her
panties. I stroked my cock a bit and then put it back in my shorts. Not that
I'm able to hide the tent in my shorts; I wander back to the chest of drawers
and hand her the joint. I openly stare at her tits, the nipples plainly
visible through the transparent top she is wearing. Nice large brown areola
on just shy of a handful of breast meat, with prominent nipples about the size
of marbles - and this woman is fourteen. The joint goes back and forth as we
laugh about how hard it is to set up a VCR while you're loaded. Finally it's
done.
I grab my tape and plug it in. She's got the TV going and I wander back
and sit on the bed. She presses play and just stands back from the TV to see
if it's going to work. The view on the TV is impressive. I'm fucking the
shit out of a very horny eighteen year old high school senior. She's on her
knees and I'm behind her, just fucking her to beat the band. My cock is
throbbing. It's been over two weeks since I've been laid and that's going to
change right now. I stand and drop my shorts to the ground and approach Tammy
from the rear. I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her back to the bed
with me. We fall to the bed and I roll her off of me and then start to drag
her panties down her long legs. My hands are all over her - up under her top,
pinching her nipples - they're like little pebbles - up between her legs
searching for her cunt. She is just lying there frenching with me, her arms
around my neck. I find cunt; it's wet and open. I'm fingering her. Her
breath is coming in shorts rasps. She's wet enough to fuck and I waste no
time crawling on top of her and poking my cock into her crotch. My cock head
is in her and I wiggle my cock from side to side to get more of it into her.
She's moaning, a low moan from way deep down inside her. I'm more than half
way in when I start to pump it in and out of her - forcing more and more cock
into her. I've now bottomed out and am really fucking the shit out of her.
I'm not going to last long at this rate and then it's there. It feels like
I'm shooting gallons seamen into her cunt. She gets real slippery - I keep
fucking her - I'm going to cum again. I'm screaming fuck and every other
expletive I can imagine and then it's over.
We're both on our backs, breathing heavily. I roll to the night stand and
get another joint. When I have it going, I hand it to her. Her legs are
still spread and I can see that a lot of her pubic thatch is matted with cum.
I tell her to keep the joint going and bury my tongue in her belly button. I
waste little time working my way to her twat. Her cunt lips are plainly
visible in the patch of hair between her legs. I'm licking up and down her
cum soaked crack; finding her clitoris, I suck it into my mouth. Her hips
tense up and she closes her legs on my head. I pry them apart and continue
licking and sucking her clit. She's bucking her cunt into my face. I roll
off of her and onto my back. "Your turn, now, Tammy."
She slowly got to her knees and moved her mouth over my cock. The cum
from our previous sex was beginning to dry on my cock. "Make it hard again,
Tammy. It's been a long time since I got my rocks off. You're going to be
one sore young lady tonight." I put a hand on her head and guided her lips to
my cock. She kissed the shaft of my cock. I told her to lick it and her
tongue came out and tasted my cum covered cock. I pushed her mouth onto my
cock. Her lips were nibbling on it, I was starting to get hard. I could feel
the blood pulsing into my dick. I pulled her face off of me and guided my
lengthening dick to her lips. She swallowed about half of it and her head
began bobbing in my lap. I was getting harder with every stroke. I pulled
her mouth off of me and tell her to straddle my cock. After pulling her down
onto me, I tell her to fuck me. She starts moving her hips. I give her a
little encouragement with my cock, pumping it into her a little. I reached up
and pull her night gown off over her head then take both of her nipples in my
hands and began to pinch her nipples with my fingers. She threw her head back
and screamed out her orgasm, "Oh ! God ! Ahhhhhh ! Aaaahhhhhh !"
I roll her off of me pull her to her knees. I'm up behind her and spread
the cheeks of her tight, compact ass. I could see a thick batch of pubic hair
up above her cunt lips, but her lips and asshole were not as thickly covered
with her dark, curly hair. I bent and licked her asshole, really I reamed it
out good; causing her to pull her ass away from my face. I rose and guided
myself into her cunt. She was still very wet from our previous coupling. I
set up a good rhythm and licked one of my fingers. In just moments I had that
digit buried in Tammy's ass and she was fucking back at me like a wild woman.
Should I fuck her in the ass. I know she wouldn't stop me. She's out of her
mind with lust. She's fucking the shit out of me. Nah ! I just got here,
don't want to fuck it up now.....Yea ! Who am I kidding - fucking the shit
out of a fourteen year old girl and I'm worried about fucking her in the ass ?
I drool some spit on her anus and ream it into her with my finger. I bend
and ream her out with my tongue. Her asshole is nice and wet. The head of my
cock pops right into her asshole and I'm about two inches in when I meet some
resistance. She has screamed, real loud but I'm gone, pushing and pumping
more cock into her tiny, tight behind. Her screaming died down and she was
back to fucking me, up on her hands, pushing her ass back at me with every
stroke. The sight of my cock penetrating her almost hairless asshole was
really a turn on and I was soon feeling the seamen rushing out of the head of
my dick, flooding Tammy's clenching anus.
We watched the video of her mother. It was very disappointing. It was
just her mother walking around in a bra and panties. She took the bra off
once but never came close to showing any nipple. My cock didn't stir at all
while the video was playing. However when we showered together; I blew a weak
load in her mouth, maybe a couple of squirts. She ate ravenously at lunch and
we both took a nap. I didn't wake until the news was going. Barbara was home
and making dinner. I assumed Tammy was still in her room. Barbara asked how
my day went. I just laughed. About midnight Tammy was back in my bed,
sucking my cock. I got it up again - fucked her and shot my load all over her
stomach and tits. I was dead.
*** CHAPTER FIVE ***
I woke late the next morning and it was almost ten when I got downstairs
for breakfast. Tammy was off to school - I could use the rest. Barbara
cooked me an egg and I read the newspaper. Barbara was wearing a house coat
and every once and a while she would show a little skin. The day dragged by
because Barbara followed me around just about everywhere. I finally ditched
her by taking a nap after lunch. I could swear that my bedroom door opened
several times during the afternoon but I could never catch the person opening
it. I arrived down stairs for the news and a cocktail. Barbara was now
dressed in jeans and a blouse. Dinner conversation was strained and I left
for my room immediately after the dishes were done.
I was reading when Tammy burst into the room and motioned for me to follow
her. The phone in her room was off the hook and she scooped it off of the bed
and held it to my ear. ".......believe it. I walked around with this flimsy
house coat on all day and he hardly looked at me. My daughter can't take her
eyes off of him. If I didn't know better I would think he was screwing her."
Her friend answered, "Maybe he is !? Didn't you say that you called some
friend of yours in Las Vegas and she said that the rumor was, he had to leave
town fast as some father is after his ass ? Is he that good looking ?"
Barbara went on to describe me and when I turned to hand the phone back to
Tammy, I found her nude. She just smiled, dropped to her knees and pulled my
shorts to the floor. Her mouth was all over my cock so I held the phone to
her ear. "Don't tire me out, Tammy, I've got to save some for your mother."
She came off of my dick and said, "I know, I'm going to walk in on you and
catch you in the act." I wasn't sure that was such a good idea but with my
cock in her mouth, I wasn't going to argue. We fucked on her bed, me with my
feet on the floor, her with her legs up around my neck. I left after that and
slept the night through.
There was a note on the night table, next to the bed when I woke. As I
was reading it the bedroom door opened and Barbara peeked in. She was
startled when she saw me sitting up in bed. Neither of us said a word. She
mumbled something as she closed the door. I read the note. It was from
Tammy. It told me that she was coming home from school early and wanted me to
be sure I remembered what we talked about last night. I tried to remember as
I showered and shaved. I remember listening on the phone as her mother told
her friend how disappointed she was that I didn't make a pass at her. Well,
she'd have nothing to worry about today. Her daughter wanted to walk in on
us.....maybe she'd join us. I was getting hard just thinking about it.
I just wore a pair of shorts downstairs and found Barbara in the kitchen
with a two piece bathing suit on. We must have both had the same idea. We
laughed as I stared at her body in the two piece. Her hair was darker than
her daughters but their eyebrows were about the same color so I figured her
bush would be the same color as her daughter's. Her tits appeared to be about
the same size as her daughter's but I was willing to bet her nipples were
bigger. I stared at the crotch of her suit and swore that I could see some
wispy pubic hair escaping from the bottoms. I looked back at her face and
found it a scarlet color. I smiled and told her I'd meet her at the pool.
She was lying on her stomach out next to the pool when I arrived with a
joint. I lit it and passed it too her. She shook her head and said she
couldn't. I laughed and said she could. She laughed and tentatively took the
joint and puffed on it. After a lot of coughing and laughing I got her to
take another drag, less coughing. In ten minutes we were both zoned. She had
put some sun tan lotion on the deck and I asked her if she wanted me to rub
some on her. She just nodded as I rubbed the oil all over my hands. I got to
my knees - the tent in my shorts very visible. She stared at it so I flexed
my ass and my boner bounced a bit in my shorts. I started rubbing her back
and immediately unhooked her top. I was really working it in, all over her
back. Now down to her legs. I squirt more oil on her thighs. They are
slippery wet and shinny in the noon day sun. Even though it's late September;
it's still nice and warm.
I reach for the sides of her bottoms and tell her to lift up a bit. She
does and her bottoms end up on the pool decking. I squirt some more oil on
her white ass and begin to massage it in. A cheek in each hand, squeezing and
rubbing. I slide a hand between the cheeks of her ass and run my fingers down
to her cunt. It's a hairy one. I tell her to spread her legs and she does.
One, then two fingers find her cunt. She's pumping her ass back on my hand.
Her cunt is wet and gooey. I stand and drop my shorts. I'm hard enough to
get in and climb up on the chaise lounge with her. I push one of her legs
over the side and poke my cock in between the cheeks of her ass. I slide
right into her cunt. She muffles a scream of surprise. I start to fuck her.
I'm covered with sweat, it's dripping all over her back and ass. I get off of
her and pull her to her feet. I lay down on the lounge chair and motion her
to climb aboard. She wastes no time impaling herself on my cock. I pull her
top off and she's naked. Her tits are smaller than her daughter's but her
areola are much larger, topped with a nipple the size of a dime. I start
pinching them and she starts riding me. I pull her down and suck one of her
nipples into my mouth while sliding a finger into her asshole. She lets out
an explosion of air, like she's been holding her breath. I'm now fucking up
into her like crazy. She's cuming, almost making no sound. If her daughter
hadn't sucked me dry last night I would have drowned her cunt in jizzim.
We had just finished the third joint. I had eaten her for about a half
hour and then fingered her to orgasm. I had to rest myself if Tammy showed
up. Barbara was kneeling on the steps of the pool, half in and half out of
the waster. She was sucking my cock when Tammy appeared to my right. She
didn't have a stitch on. She got to her knees and gave me a long kiss. Her
mother was oblivious to all of this until her daughter pulled her by the hair
out of my crotch. Barbara just started to laugh. So did Tammy. I joined the
laughter and pulled Barbara out of the pool. The three of us ended up in the
master bedroom on a king size bed. I fucked them both once and woke in the
king-size bed about seven that evening. I wandered out to the kitchen and
found both Barbara and Tammy lounging around in the nude. Then I noticed that
I was also nude. They were sharing one of my joints. Barbara asked Tammy,
"You want him first ?" I think this is going to be a long night.
It's a little after ten before I get to my room. I left the ladies down
in the master bedroom. I lock both the bedroom and bathroom doors. I'm into
a pair of jeans and a "T" shirt while packing my traveling bag. It's about
ten-twenty or so before I slip out the window and slide off the roof to the
ground. I'm across the lawn and into the street - staying in the shadows
again. The bus depot is almost deserted and I get a ticket for the first bus
out, going someplace in Kentucky. I'm asleep as soon as the bus pulls out of
the depot. I can still taste pussy on my lips. Wonder how far this time. I
didn't know anyone who lived down this way....plus winter was coming on and I
didn't want to be anywhere I would need winter clothes because I didn't have
any.
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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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