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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
The Big "J"
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......Well he was getting a blow job but the next morning he
was sitting in a urologist's office.....
Jesus, I must have looked at my watch twenty times in the last three
minutes. The suspense is driving me crazy. I tried thinking of Jill and all
the sex and....
"Mr. Tamarack." The nurse called.
I rose like a man on the way to the electric chair and slowly walked over
toward her. After following her down the hall, I was placed in a rather large
room with the usual medical equipment. Soon, I'm out of my clothes and into
one of those patient's garments. Again the waiting was driving me crazy.
Finally the doctor arrived with the same nurse. He came over and shook my
hand. Oh ! Shit, this is going to be bad. I can tell.
The doctor is tuning something that looks like a small television and the
nurse is arranging me on the table. I'm on my side facing away from the TV
thing. The nurse parts the garment and now my ass is bare. I can hear the
doctor putting on rubber gloves. The nurse touches me on the shoulder and
says, "Don't worry...it's a piece of cake...be over in no time." Yea, sure !
I think. I wonder if she'd be thinking the same thing if I had her asshole
greased up and was about to stick my cock up her ass ? I almost laughed at
the picture forming in my mind. She wasn't bad looking either.
I can feel the doctor probing around looking for my anus and then he's in
me. I feel a tremendous urge to piss. Too late now. I hold it but it feels
like a couple of drops dribble out anyway. He says something that I don't
catch and then the probe of the ultrasound is worming it's way up my asshole.
Another urge to piss. It didn't hurt...well, hardly at all but the sound made
me jump. It sounded like a stapler going off in my asshole. I think I yelled
"fuck" but if I did, nobody said anything about it. The stapler sounded again
- - three, maybe four times. To tell you the truth I forgot to count. Every
time the stapler went off I felt a little pin prick deep inside of me.
The nurse tapped me on the shoulder and told me I could roll over. The
doctor was looking at some papers that looked like exposed film.
"Well, how's it look, doctor ?" I asked. He hands me one of the sheets.
It looks like something from Uranus. Cute ! Huh ? But then how many people
have ever stuck their heads up their assholes to look around. I laughed and
thought of all the senior officers I worked for in the air force who, I felt,
had their heads up their ass. The doctor asked me what was so funny. I told
him it was a private joke.
The nurse was telling me that I had to stay there until I had to urinate
and if it was blood free, I could go. The doctor said that I might have some
blood in my seamen for a while. I asked how long a while was and he said it
depends on how fast my prostate heals. He starts for the door.
I yell at him, "Yo ! Doc, when do I get the results ?" He turns to the
nurse and asks when I'm scheduled to come back and she tells him ten days.
"Ten days !!" I'm still yelling.
"We want to make sure that the biopsy is done right, don't we ?"
I meekly nod my head and jump off the table to take a piss. Clean as a
whistle...Well, ok, there were a couple of red dots in my urine but the nurse
was satisfied and off I went. Hopefully my seamen will have the same results
as I was looking forward to spraying some of it around for the next several
days when I go to Jamaica with Tom and Jill.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
We sat toward the rear of the aircraft. The captain said we were cruising
at thirty-three thousand feet. I was sitting by the window. Tom was on the
isle and Jill was sitting between us. Tom's friends were sitting in the row
in front of us and I was having a hard time believing how good looking they
were. Sheila and Justine were their names. Sheila was as tall as Jill, with
long brown hair with a touch of the sun in it. She had a bust that made Jill
look flat and was knock down gorgeous. Justine was a red head with lots of
freckles all over her shoulders and arms. She was much shorter than the other
two but had tits that were humongous and...Boy ! Did she like to show them
off - always had them thrust out in front of her and looked like she expected
guys to stare at them. I noticed the look of disappointment on her face when
I didn't ogle them as we were first introduced. Other than a few quick peeks,
I tried to keep my eyes off of the mountains of flesh that adorned Justine's
chest.
Justine and Sheila were up on their knees, looking back over the backs of
their seats, as Tom played the big man on campus. He was outlining the days
ahead. Telling us the do's and don't's of playing in Jamaica. Like we were
going behind the iron curtain instead of a popular vacation spot. Tom was a
little pushy for me - always had to be in charge and have the last word. He
was beginning to piss me off.
We were all staying at the same resort and I imagined it would be similar
to my place in Mazatlan. From the picture Tom was painting it sounded that
way. I really got interested when Tom started talking about the all-nude pool
area and the nude beach. He kept stressing that there would be young children
there and teenagers roaming about and that the resort had strict rules about
letting them in the nude areas. Lots of Europeans used the resort and
sometimes you'd find teenagers that looked good enough to eat strolling up and
down the nude beach without a stitch on. At least that's the way I imagined
it. I was getting a hardon thinking of lying on the beach with these three.
Why think of anything else ? Tom was very light skinned and didn't look like
he would tan well. Hopefully he would spend his time in the room and that was
ok with me.
Tom leaned forward and looked right at me when he told us that the resort
frowned on smoking ganja on the premises.
"You weren't stupid enough to bring any, were you ?" Tom asked, still
staring right at me.
"I learned that when I was a kid, Tom." I retorted. I'd show this
asshole.
"What the hell are you talking about, Willy. Are you stoned now ?"
"No. What I learned, Tom, is that you don't bring sand to the beach."
All three of the girls laughed uncontrollably at my joke. Tom didn't think it
was too funny.
The terminal had Bob Marley blasting from speakers along the concourse, if
you could call it that. Customs was a joke and it was just as well, as I just
noticed that my passport expired about three years ago. I wondered if I'd get
hassled getting back into the states ? Aw ! Well, I'd worry about that
later. We quickly got our bags and caught a shuttle bus provided by the
resort.
The bus hadn't gone a mile when it stopped out in the middle of nowhere.
Out of the brush came a couple of local guys, from the looks of it. They both
boarded the bus with plastic garbage bags over their shoulders. I started
laughing my ass off when one of them opened his bag and showed me about three
or four boughs of marijuana, offering to sell it to me for twenty bucks a
bough. I figured that it'd take me a month to smoke one of them. I could see
that Tom really had his shit together about the ganja - yea, right, Tom. I
begged off, figuring that I could find other deals once I was settled in the
hotel. Plus, Tom was giving me the evil eye as I talked to the local guy.
Checking into the hotel was a snap and soon the five of us were in our
rooms. Tom, Jill and Justine were sharing a suite of rooms at the end of the
hall. Sheila and I had separate rooms with a connecting door half way down
the hall. Everyone had nice patios over looking the regular pool. The ocean
and surf could be seen over the jungle in the far distance. I was stoked and
immediately stripped off my jeans and shirt. In minutes I was in my trunks
and out the door, heading to the beach - fuck the pool - although I wouldn't
mind visiting the nude pool a couple of times. Maybe in a couple of days;
after I get my brains fucked out so I don't get a hardon sitting around
gawking at the naked snatch. I laughed to myself as I wandered down the path
toward the ocean. Prostate cancer was the furthest thing from my mind at the
moment.
The path through the jungle, on the way to the beach, was well kept and
had signs every once and a while to direct you to this or that. I saw the
sign and a path that led to the "Natural Pool" as it was called and when the
path ended at the sand, saw a sign saying the "Natural Beach" was to the left
with the regular beach to the right. I headed off to the right and was
surprised at how few people were using the beach. I soon came to a stand of
some sort and inquired if there was any surf nearby. The local manning the
stand; it rented rafts and other assorted beach equipment, said, "No, mon."
I took the time to scope out the jungle behind the beach because
regardless of what Tom said I planned on smoking a little of the local shit.
I was also thinking of a way to import some seeds for future use. I spent the
rest of the afternoon sunning myself and frolicking in the ocean. God ! Did
I love salt water ! Nothing makes you feel so clean as a dip in the ocean.
On the way back to the room, I wandered by the "natural pool" and heard
lots of noise coming from within. The pool and I supposed a deck area was
surrounded by at least a ten foot wall. Back in the room, I showered and
shaved. Tom wanted us all to meet at his place at five before we headed down
to the bar and "checked the place out." What was there to check out ? We
were with three of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
I had a towel over my shoulder when I came out of the bathroom and there
on the bed, naked as a jay bird, was Sheila. She was on her back, up on her
elbows, just staring at me. Her cantaloupe size tits were resting on her
chest with large dark brown areola, nipples erect in the air conditioned room.
Her legs were slightly spread and she was shaved clean. I could see the lips
of her vagina nestled between her thighs - fat and inviting. I started
getting hard just looking at her.
"I thought we could fool around for a while before going down to the
suite. Jill said that getting eaten by you is a 'must do' event on this
trip."
"This might take a while. Did you get the ok from our tour guide ?" I
asked.
"Fuck the tour guide." Jill replied.
"I'd rather fuck you, my dear." I returned.
She laughed, brought her knees up and spread them. Her cunt was real
plump with a deep crease down the middle and not a whisker in sight. I threw
the towel on the floor and climbed up on the bed on my knees. My cock was at
about a forty-five degree angle, pointing at the ceiling as I knee walked
toward her. When I got close to her, she raised a foot off the bed and
pressed her arch against my boner. I ground my cock into her foot for a bit
and then took a hold of her ankle. I pulled her foot up to my face and sucked
her big toe into my mouth.
"Oh ! This is going to be fun." She squealed.
I just nodded my head as I sucked on her toe, running my tongue around the
bright red nail. I slid my hands down her leg and then began to move them up
and down her leg - from thigh to ankle - like I was jacking off her leg.
"Oh ! Don't tease me, Willy. I want you to eat me."
I smiled down at her and then started licking the back of her leg from her
ankle to the back of her meaty thigh. She was breathing heavily by the time I
got to her rump and when I took a bite of it, her ass jumped off the bed. I
dropped to my stomach and buried my face between her spread legs, spreading
them further apart and capturing as much of her cunt meat as I could. I
slithered my tongue around between the lips of her vagina and found her very
wet. Her clitoris was a small bud of very sensitive flesh and when I sucked
it into my mouth she came, her hips bucking up into my face - her hands in my
hair.
When she stopped moving about, my tongue worked it's way back down to her
cunt and poked itself into her. She came again - this time with a loud
scream. I quickly started pumping my tongue in and out of her, by now sloppy
wet cunt. Her orgasms were very close together, her hips uncontrollable on
the bed. I now had my hands on her ass but her legs were around my neck and
shoulders - I was really just along for the ride. I finally pried her legs
apart and worked my tongue up to her navel. I kept working my mouth up her
body until I had one of her magnificent nipples between my lips.
As I worked my way up her body, I was watching her face, really just her
chin and nostrils. She was still breathing heavily and I could see her
nostrils expand and contract as she breathed. My hardon had been captured
between my stomach and the mattress and I had kept it hard by rubbing it
against the mattress every once and a while. Now it was time to use it. When
I started to kiss her lips, I thrust forward and poked the head of my cock
between her cunt lips. Her legs came up around my back and hips and now I was
in her. I reached back, captured the back of her knees and pulled her legs up
in front of me. Now I was buried in her and started fucking her immediately.
She was nowhere near as tight as Jill but at this point I didn't care at all.
I just wanted to get my rocks off and was very close when she started cuming
again. Loud screams filled the room and then I was pumping a load of jizzim
into her. As my load exploded out of my cock I felt a pain behind my balls -
it almost made the orgasm better but it also reminded me that I might have
prostate cancer. She got sloppy wet and I finally slipped out of her as I
shrunk.
As we lay there afterward, both on our backs, she remarked that Jill was
right. I just laughed and figured that these two women would pass my
reputation as a great cunt lapper around and soon I'd be turning them away
from the door.
Sheila rolled over toward me and was in the process of saying something
when she yelled, "Oh ! Shit !" She jumped off the bed and on the way to the
bathroom kept saying, "Shit !" - over and over again. I hoped it wasn't
something I'd done and got up on my elbows. Sheila slammed the bathroom door
shut and then I noticed that my cock was entirely covered with dark red,
almost black blood. I yelled, "Shit !" at the top of my lungs and jumped off
the bed.
For the next ten minutes I stood at the bathroom door trying to tell
Sheila that it wasn't her period as that's what she was talking about while
she was in the bathroom. She finally opened the door and handed me a wet wash
cloth. While cleaning myself, I explained to her that I'd just had a medical
procedure which would cause this and that I was sorry it had happened. She
was somewhat calm about the whole thing until I mentioned cancer and then
stalked off to her room saying that she didn't want to see me again. I
figured that my thoughts of women lining up at my door were like rapidly
dissipating smoke in a strong breeze. Shit ! Shit ! And double shit !
By the time I reached Tom's room, the word was out. I went from "King
Cunt Lapper" to leper in a matter of a few moments. Shit, I figured that I'd
offer to eat them and then go jack off in the head if that's what it took but
Tom doused those plans saying maybe it was better if I planned my own
itinerary. "You know the girls are a little shook up about this cancer thing,
Willy, and think it's better if they party with some other guys. Plus they
were a little disappointed with you in the cock department." I was totally
deflated. They hadn't sounded disappointed when I was pumping my dick in and
out of them. The only consolation was the look on Justine's face. I was sure
she wanted to feel my tongue working on her cunt.
I strolled back to my room and lay on the bed for a while. Maybe if I
jacked off a few times, I'd pump the blood out of my prostate and everything
would be good to go again ? Worth a try, I thought, so for the next forty-
five minutes or so, I thought my nastiest thoughts and shot a couple of loads
into the shower stall. Neither looked any better than the load I shot into
Sheila. I said, "Fuck it !" and headed for the bar. Tom and the girls were
nowhere to be seen but there were thousands of other good looking women in the
place. I was stoked ! I had a great dinner and some amazing rum drinks
before calling it a night and hitting the rack. I jacked off again before bed
with the same result.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
The next morning I got up early and hit the beach. The water felt great.
I sun bathed for a bit and then went to shower. Once again, I waxed the pole,
hoping for some improvement. I was disappointed. Later though, when I took a
cab down town, I scored some righteous hemp from a guy who could have been Bob
Marley if I didn't know he was already dead. So the morning hadn't been a
total waste. That afternoon I was back on the beach and zoned in under five
minutes. The afternoon drifted away and I hit on the ganja again before going
back to my room. Another session in the shower and this time I thought I saw
some improvement but wasn't real sure as I was real fucking stoned. I spent
some time separating seeds from the stuff I bought and then headed for the bar
down by the pool.
While ordering one of those dynamite rum things, I noticed a woman who I
was sure I knew. Her name was Cathy Kelly. Her husband was my boss for a
while when I served in the military. She was pretty good looking back then,
well, a little heavy but had a nice rack. I wandered over to her table. She
was sitting with a much younger lady who had a tremendous blouse full of
breast meat. I wouldn't mind sucking on those babies, that's for sure.
"Cathy.....Cathy Kelly ?" I asked when I was standing close to the table.
She looked up at me and slowly recognized me. I introduced myself and took a
seat across from her. She introduced the young woman as her daughter,
Christine. I stood and shook the young lady's hand and sat again. We chatted
about this and that until a young man came over and sat next to Christine. I
figured it was her boy friend or husband - she was probably twenty-three,
maybe four. Turns out he didn't know her from Adam but quickly introduced
himself and soon the two of them were out dancing.
I asked Cathy about her husband and she curtly told me he was retired and
flying for Southwest. I asked where he was; I'd like to say "Hi !" She
looked me right in the eye and said, "The bastard divorced me and married some
bimbo a couple of years older than our daughter." Things were looking up for
Willy. Nothing like a scorned woman to heat up the sex life. I asked her to
dance and we strolled out on the dance floor and cut the rug for a bit. Her
daughter and her were having dinner with friends so I asked if I could see her
later. Cathy told me she would meet me in the bar as her daughter would
probably be seeing that "guy," as she called him, later.
I wandered around for a while and then headed up to the room with a couple
of burgers and fries. While cruising down the hall I passed Tom's suite and
swore I could smell the fragrance of hemp coming from the room but wasn't
sure. I was sure, though, that I could hear the happy voices and laughter
that accompanied a good time and was somewhat pissed I wasn't there to enjoy
it with them. A short while later, after a couple of hits off the ganja, I'd
forgotten all about them and was in another world - thinking of fucking Cathy
Kelly. Jesus ! This was good shit. I'd really have to think about how to
import some back to the states.
At nine I was down in the bar, stoned as fuck, sipping on another rum
drink. Cathy and her daughter arrived shortly and I immediately asked her to
dance. Christine's friend didn't arrive for some time so I danced with her,
too. She kept laughing as I did my version of the surfer stomp around the
dance floor. The "guy" finally showed and Christine split with him soon there
after. Cathy and I danced a couple of slow dances after which, I was positive
I had a chance of scoring. I'd forgotten all about my almost black seamen.
What the fuck, it was dark out, right ?
We walked arm and arm back to her room and I was kissing her at the door.
The kissing started a little slow but soon warmed up. I could feel her
breasts flatten against my chest when I pulled her to me and soon had my
tongue in her mouth. I slid my hands down her waist and cupped her ass as I
started grinding my groin against her stomach. She finally broke the kiss and
just stared at me. She was maybe five or six years older than I was and well
past her prime but still a handsome woman. I kissed her on the forehead,
hoping she would ask me in. She turned and opened the door.
I was thinking - "Jackpot !" - when the sounds of sex drifted out to meet
us in the hall. I pushed the door open a little wider and saw Christine, bare
ass naked, up on her knees, on one of the beds. She had her head buried in
her arms and was moaning as the "guy" rammed his cock in and out of her
upraised rump. He was really giving it to her. I stepped closer to Cathy and
pressed my growing hardon against her rear end. I slipped my arms around her
and ran my hands up to cup her tits - good size melons. Nothing like her
daughters though, which were squashed into the mattress as the "guy" fucked
her brains out.
I was nibbling on Cathy's neck, thinking of a mother-daughter act when she
turned and slapped the shit out of me. "What the hell do you think you're
doing ?" She screamed. She slammed the door shut and continued to beat me
with her fists. I backed away from her until I ran into the wall on the other
side of the hall. She kept coming and it wasn't long before I had retreated
down the hall toward the stairs. She followed me most of the way, brandishing
her fists at me and screaming at the top of her lungs. About the only thing
she didn't scream was "rape" and I was thankful for that. I made a hasty
retreat back to my room.
I visited "Rosy Palma" and her five sisters before going to bed and again
the next morning before hitting the beach. I was positive that I was showing
improvement but my seamen was still a dark gray color.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
On the way to the beach I was interrupted by, "Willy...Willy." I turned
to find who was calling me and saw Christine almost running to catch up. This
was worth watching as her large tits were bouncing up and down in her shift.
I smiled at the thought of pumping a load of my colored seamen all over them.
"I'm glad I caught you. I've been waiting in the bar, hoping you'd show
up. I'm sorry about last night. My mother hasn't got over the fact that dad
left her for someone else. It doesn't help that the woman is only a couple of
years older than me. She just goes crazy sometimes. You should have seen
'what's his name' high tail it after that act she put on in the hall way."
I laughed. Christine laughed with me and asked me if I was on the way to
the "natural" pool or the "natural" beach. I laughed again and said I didn't
think I could handle either so I was hitting the regular beach. She asked if
she could come along. I just nodded, somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be
able to get stoned but hoping that she was wearing a skimpy bathing suit,
which just might make up for it.
"You were pretty wrecked last night when we first met you in the bar,
weren't you ?"
"Yea. I had a couple of those rum drinks before you all arrived." I
laughed.
"No...Willy. You'd had some good Jamaican ganja, if I'm any judge." Now
it was her turn to laugh.
I nodded my head and pleaded with her not to turn me into the authorities.
She laughed louder and put her arm around my shoulder and whispered, "Only if
you share some with me." She giggled. I was smiling from ear to ear.
We quickly walked to the beach and I led her through the jungle to where I
had smoked before. It was a small clearing in the brush, just about large
enough for someone to lie down in. I set my towel down on the mostly sandy
ground and we sat. I pulled a joint out of my pack of cigarettes and lit up.
We smoked in silence but Christine did a lot of hand touching as we passed the
joint back and forth. I made a cocktail out of the roach and then got to my
feet. I helped Christine up and we made our way back to the beach.
"Do you mind if I stay a while ?" She asked. "I didn't bring a towel."
I had noticed but thought nothing of it at the time. I told her it was ok
with me and spread my towel on the beach sand. I still had my dark glasses on
and was happy I did because she quickly stripped off the shift she was wearing
and gave me a great view of her body. She was a little chunky around the hips
but the tits made up for it. Her top hardly concealed her breast meat - large
pear shaped mounds hung from her chest. I could tell that she hadn't worn the
suit much - either that or she hardly got out in the sun because most of her
body was tan free. I tried to act busy taking off my "T" shirt as she lay
down on the towel. It was a big towel and she was using just one side as if
she expected me to use the other side. I sat in the sand instead.
She was lying on her back, on her elbows, just staring at the ocean. She
told me, I could use the towel if I wanted to. I declined. I liked the view
from here. Her suit bottom was rather small too, hardly concealing her rump
meat but like I said earlier she was a little chunky around the hips. I kept
sneaking quick peeks to look at her tits but I'm pretty sure she knew I was
doing it. I asked if she wanted to go in the ocean and she declined.
Oh ! Well...I laid down in the sand and started catching rays.
It didn't seem like any time had passed at all when she tapped me on the
shoulder. "Can we go in the water now ?" I was sweating like a pig in the
hot Jamaican sun and got up eagerly. I helped her to her feet because she had
a hard time doing it herself. She laughed a lot and told me how stoned she
was. I laughed too as I was really ripped. The water was lukewarm at best; I
preferred it a little colder, especially when it was so damn hot. We were in
waist deep water and she was rubbing water on her arms when she asked if I
wanted her to wash the sand off my back. I nodded my head and turned my back
to her. She spent a lot of time doing it and it felt pretty good.
"I'm sorry about last night." She said after a few minutes of rubbing my
back with salt water. "I think I did this already, didn't I ?" She laughed
and I nodded. "What my mother needs is a little of what I got last
night...maybe more like a lot." She giggled. I just nodded. "Were you
going..." The sentence just trailed off.
I turned and looked at her. "Was I going to what ?" I asked.
"You know."
"Ah !" I said.
She laughed and told me that last night "what's his name" kept asking her
when her mother was going to get back to the room. She thought that he
probably wanted to do both of them. I laughed, remembering that I was
thinking the same thing. She asked what I was laughing at and I blew her off.
I was staring at her tits and asked if she wanted some water on her back. She
turned and I cupped my hands and wet her back. The crack of her ass had
escaped from her bottom and I could feel a tingling in my groin. I started
sensuously rubbing her back, sliding my hand under the strap that held her top
on.
She turned and said, "You know, I....I think what my dad did was ok. Some
of my friends have had affairs with some of their father's friends. What my
mother needs is some young stud like 'what's his name' to fuck her brains
out." I was starting to get hard, my swim trunks starting to tent. She
looked down at my crotch and then back to my face. She grinned.
I smiled and looked down at her crotch. Some of her dark pubic hair was
visible at the top of her bottoms. I looked back into her face and said the
only thing I could think of, "Your place or mine ?" She laughed and asked
what's wrong with here. I told her the sand got in the way.
She took my hand and said, "Mine. It's closer and Cathy will be gone all
afternoon on a shopping trip." The two of us were up the beach and on the
trail in no time. My trunks were still tented and she kept giggling about it.
I got harder with every step I took. By the time we got to her room I had a
ragging hardon. She rubbed herself back against me as she worked the credit
card thing into the door. I rubbed back, reaching around her and taking a
hold of her tits. I took a bite out of her neck and she told me to cool it or
we'd end up doing it in the hall.
"How about sitting in the chair ?" She asked, after closing the door. I
moved over to the over stuffed chair by the bathroom door and sat down. I had
thrown my "T" shirt and towel on the nearest bed and when I looked back at
her, she had shed her top. She was holding her tits, one in each hand and
they were huge - a little flabby but huge with small dark areola and tiny
nipples in the center of each.
"Like'em, daddy." My hardon lurched in my trunks and I reached to take
them off. "Leave'em on, daddy. I want to take them off." The reference to
"daddy" reminded me of a previous time when I spent the night with a mother
and her young daughter. It seemed so long ago. When I came back to the
present she was nude and walking toward me, still holding her tits. She had a
dark triangle of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs and I could hardly
wait to bury my face in it. My cock was throbbing.
She dropped to her knees before me and reached for my trunks. I lifted my
hips and watched as my cock sprang out of my shorts. It sat like a flag pole
amongst my pubic hair. I looked into her face, framed by her dark brown hair,
and smiled.
"Can I suck it, daddy ?" I flexed my ass cheeks and my boner bobbed
around in my crotch. She lowered her head and sucked about three inches of my
cock into her mouth. She was no where near as experienced as the young ladies
I'd been with a couple of days ago but her lips felt tremendous as they slid
up and down my pole. I instructed her to lick it and she worked her tongue
all over my cock. Finally I could stand it no longer and forced her mouth
back onto my cock and started thrusting it in and out of her mouth. She
finally captured my hands and held them on my thighs as her head bobbed in my
lap. My cock was slippery wet and her mouth was like a vacuum on my dick. It
wouldn't be long now. I tried to hold back when the first urge hit me but by
then it was way too late and I started filling her sucking mouth with gobs of
my warm cum. She kept sucking me until I was totally deflated, my head thrown
back on the chair back, my dick totally hidden in her mouth.
"I love to give head." Christine said, when she finally let go of my
dick. "It makes the second time last that much longer."
"Uhh...yea." Is all I managed. I reached over to the bed, got my
cigarette pack and extracted another joint. After torching it up, I passed it
to her. We shared the joint in silence. I finally tapped out the roach in
the ashtray by the bed and told her to get to her feet.
She slowly struggled to her feet, giggling all the way. By the time she
was standing I had my tongue buried in her belly button and all I heard was
moaning. I maneuvered her over to the bed and told her to sit. I got to my
knees and lifted her legs so that her heels were on the edge of the mattress.
Her knees fell apart and I feasted my eyes on the tangles of dark pubic hair
that covered her crotch. I started on her right thigh and slowly worked my
tongue down it until I felt the first hair and then moved up to her left knee
and started the whole process again. When I neared her pussy, she grabbed my
head and forced my face into her bush. I was surprised how easily her pubic
hair spread and soon I could taste her. She was very wet and salty tasting.
My cock was starting to harden just listening to her moan. Boy ! Was she a
groaner. It turned me on as she was much louder than she was last night when
I watched her with "what's his name."
My tongue was soon pistoning in and out of her cunt. She had real fat,
hairy lips and I had to spread them wide to get my tongue on her pink cunt
meat. The moaning continued unabated as I pumped my tongue in and out of her
pussy. My tongue slid up to the hood of her vagina and I searched for her
clitoris. It was a real small bud and I teased it with my tongue - licked it
all around and then dueled with it. The moaning was almost a dull roar by now
as her hips were sliding around on the bed in an erratic manner. When I
plunged my tongue back into her fat cunt, she came in one loud piercing
scream.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh......Aaaaaahhhhhhh.......Aaaaahhhhhh......Oooohhhhh."
The screaming went on for a minute or so as I kept pumping my tongue in
and out of her. She finally quieted down and now all I could hear was shallow
panting. I slowly licked my way up to her tits and sucked on her nipples.
They were smaller than when I had first seen them - almost all nipple and no
areola. I ended at her lips and after frenching with her for a while said,
"Time to suck daddy's cock again, little girl." I got to my feet and helped
her to a sitting position. Her eyes were slits and her mouth opened wide as I
presented her with my hardening phallus.
She sucked me like a crazy woman - tongue, lips, teeth and soon I was as
hard as rock. I pushed her onto her back and raised her legs to my shoulders.
I kept my feet on the ground for leverage and got on top of her. One thrust
and I was buried in her. She was snug, not really tight but snug and hotter
than hell. I started fucking her immediately and soon there after she came
again, yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs. I was far from close
and just kept fucking the shit out of her. Even in the air-conditioned room
our bodies became soaked in sweat. I got up on my arms and watched her tits
move about on her chest as I thrust my meat in and out of her.
"Daddy wants to cum on your tits, little girl." I croaked. "Daddy's
going to fuck your tits, Christine. Push'em together."
She giggled and complied with my request. I climbed over her and slid my
cock right between the sweat soaked mountains of flesh that she was pressing
together. I started pumping and knew it wouldn't be long now. I vaguely
remember hearing the door open as Christine was yelling, "Fuck my tits, Daddy,
fuck my tits."
Then Cathy was pulling me by my pony tail and my cock was spurting gobs of
cum towards Christine's tits and face. I kept spurting as Cathy was yelling,
"You perverted son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you." I looked down and saw
several blobs of my seamen on Christine's forehead and cheeks - looks like I
missed her tits. I then noticed that my seamen was a natural cloudy white
color and started laughing just as Christine said, "Daddy, you missed my
tities." She was laughing too. The right upper cut brought me back to
reality and I fell against the wall.
Cathy had turned to her daughter. "Why you little slut. I'm going to
beat your ass. You're just like your perverted father." While this was going
on I rolled off the bed and got my trunks on, grabbed my towel and "T" shirt
and was out the door.
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Frederick T.
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"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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