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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
Back to School
Part Three
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
Then I found the tape in the mail box. I broke out in a cold sweat on the
way back to the house and was really pissed that I couldn't view it. I went
right to the garage, got in the van, went to the closest video store and
rented a VCR. On the way home I remembered I didn't have a TV, so found an
electronics store and bought a small TV. I finally got it all set up, plugged
the tape in and sat down to watch.
The face on the tape was familiar. I remembered her name was Jennifer,
liked to be called Jenny. I remembered that she was real hot and had a body
that was just about perfect. Good "C" cup tits with dynamite areola and
nipples and a brown, curly haired bush that drove me wild. I remembered
fucking her two or three times and even remembered her sucking me dry in the
shower before I drove her home.
She was talking to me. ".....really had a good time, Willy. I told my
parents all about it and they were really excited that I had met such a great
guy." She got up off a couch and wandered down a hall way - she was nude.
The camera followed her. She walked into a bedroom and there was an older guy
on the bed - also nude. "So my parents are really dying to meet you and we
figured that this would be the best way to do it. This is my step dad, Bob."
The camera panned in for a close up of Bob's face. "Hi ! Willy. In case
you're wondering, my wife, Cindy, is working the video camera. Jennifer tells
me that you're fixing the grades for lots of the high school girls. Good
plan, Willy. Fix their grades and in exchange, you get a little nookie. Am I
right ? How many have you fucked ?"
I was shaking on the couch. Bob continued, "Well, by now you're probably
scared shitless. Don't sweat it, Willy. We're not going to turn you in. My
wife and I are really excited about your plan and were wondering if you'd like
to team up. Jennifer says you had a real nice digital video camera and
probably filmed her while she fucked and sucked your brains out. Let me tell
you, partner. You're not the first."
The camera panned out and now I could see that Jennifer was sucking her
step-father's cock. And let me tell you this guy had a cock on him - at least
eight inches, not tremendously thick but the head of his cock looked like a
small apple. Jennifer was working her tongue around the head of Bob's dick.
Bob was looking pretty casual getting a blow job. I didn't figure I could act
that cool, let alone carry on a conversation while Jennifer was sucking on my
cock. Anyway Bob continued, "Here are some clips of Jenny in action. Some of
them date back to when she was thirteen...fourteen. Enjoy it. I'm gona work
on a climax here." He started laughing.....
For the next half hour, I viewed nothing but hard core pornography and
Jennifer was the main attraction. She sucked; she fucked; she ate pussy.
Guys came in her cunt; in her mouth; on her tits. She did it with men, with
boys her own age, with women and girls. As scared as I was, I got aroused
watching this beautiful young thing take on the world.
Something caught my attention. I reversed the tape and watched again.
The guy fucking her was just a bit younger than I was and had a cock on him
the size of a small baseball bat. At first I didn't believe it could be who I
thought it was, but after viewing the segment several times, was convinced
that it was - the guy in the film was my air force buddy - Gary Cahill. No
shit ! No doubt in my military mind. Well, a little doubt but not much.
The scene finally shifted back to Bob. Jennifer was still working on his
cock. She now had her lips around the head and was jacking him off with her
hand. Bob broke my train of thought. "Willy...Still there ?" He laughed and
then continued, "I've got to hurry now...Almost there. If you're interested;
be in the park next Friday night. Same time, same place you met Jenny...See
you then, buddy !" He rolled over on his back and another woman jumped up on
the bed as naked as he and his daughter were. The woman had a dynamite body.
I figured her to be the mother. Both mom and daughter had their mouths close
to Bob's cock and here he came. Jesus, it looked like a geyser, long spurts
of milky white cum exploded out of the head of Bob's cock, all over the faces
of his wife and step-daughter.
I was shaking when I got off the couch. I walked out into the back yard
and laid on the grass. I stayed there all night and didn't go back into the
house until almost dawn. I checked on the plants and then spent the morning
putting my thoughts to paper. I had a lot to do and Friday wasn't that far
off. I blew off the Thursday night rendezvous. Instead, I worked on some
modifications to the van.
Friday afternoon, I was reconnoitering the park. I mapped out several
more escape routes and then sat on the park bench and waited. The woman, who
jumped into the video at the last minute, just before Bob came, showed up at
five to eight.
She greeted me warmly, "Early, huh ?! Hope you're as excited about this
as Bob and I are ?" No mention was made of her daughter. "Oh ! I'm Cindy,
if you didn't figure that out already." She laughed and then continued, "Hope
you're, Willy."
I admitted that I was. She told me that Bob had dropped her off about an
hour ago. She had spent the time in McDonalds and was impressed that she
hadn't noticed me at all. She was anxious to get going and went on to say
that Bob and Jennifer were out on a date and wouldn't be home until later.
The two of us had a lot to go over before the other two got home. While
driving to Bob and Cindy's house, she kept up a monologue of all the
activities they were into. Jesus, it sounded like the "Sex Family Robinson"
to Willy.
Cindy talked about their travels to swapping resorts, hosting the local
swap club here in Southern Idaho and shooting videos of their experiences but
their favorite endeavor was initiating young men and women into the rites of
group sex and then talking the young people into making videos and then - no
shit, I had a hard time believing this one - selling the things ! As she
talked, I knew I was in way over my head but I concentrated on my plan and the
number one item on my list was checking out the entire video of the clip I saw
a couple of days ago - the one where I thought it was my buddy, Gary Cahill,
fucking the shit out of their daughter. If it was, I was bound and determined
to steal the fucking thing and then I'd beat feet for the coast and lay low
for a while before I had my prostate cancer taken care of.
The Jetters lived in a much nicer neighborhood than I did and I wondered
what Bob did for a living. I could imagine the videos of young girls, getting
their brains fucked out, would bring good money but this good ? As soon as we
were in the house, Cindy led me down stairs and into a room that had a real
heavy duty combination lock on the door. The room was paneled floor to
ceiling and the floor was covered with a thick carpet. Against the far wall
was a long table built into the wall with two real expensive padded swivel
chairs. On the table there were two big screen TVs. There were also two VCRs
and some other electrical equipment that I wasn't familiar with.
One of the other walls was lined with shelves and on the shelves were
thousands of VCR tapes ! Well, ok ! Maybe several hundred. Cindy went over
and sat in one of the swivel chairs and flicked a couple of switches on the
electrical equipment that I wasn't familiar with.
She turned to face me and said, "Want a beer ?" She pointed toward the
far wall and against it was an old ice box. I wandered over, got myself a
beer and came over and sat in the other swivel chair. "I hope you brought
some of your dynamite weed. Jenny says it's the best she's ever had. I find
it hard to believe that it's better than the stuff we smoked in Las Vegas last
Christmas, though. Well, did you ?"
I just nodded and pulled out my cigarette pack. I'd packed five of my
hand rolled "blunts" as I figured that Jenny told her parents about the dope.
Cindy asked me if he knew smoking was bad for my health and I just laughed.
Cindy didn't think it was that funny and I asked her if she wanted to get
high ? She shook her head and then started on another monologue about how
they thought I had a real good plan to get teenage girls out of their clothes
but they thought they had a better one. I asked what that was and Cindy told
me to be patient.
She kept talking about the videos and how much they sold for and how they
went about selling them. I was amazed at the amount of money she was talking
about and while I had been living somewhat on the lam for - Jesus ! It'd been
damn near a year now, I thought that the way they sold the tapes was almost
certain to bring them both long prison terms. She emphasized how careful they
were about sales and only sold to people they knew, etc., etc. I had heard
this story before, when I was in college and some of my buddies were selling
dope. Several of them ended up spending the time, I spent in the service, in
the slammer. I was real stoked that I had spent so much time planning my
escape - now if I could just get my hands on the tape that had my buddy in it.
Cindy concluded with a sales pitch. They'd like me to upgrade their
system to digital technology - cost was no problem. They'd also like me to be
their video man - shoot the video and edit plus I'd get to fuck any of the
girls I wanted. Jenny told them that I gave grade "A" head. She was looking
forward to a little. I'd get a cut of the video sales and could go on growing
my dope and doing my thing and if every once and a while I ran into a real hot
chick, they'd give her an interview. I was hardly paying attention, thinking
about what their interview process entailed when my head exploded - "go on
growing my dope." I almost shouted out, "What the fuck are you talking
about ?" - but something told me to keep my mouth shut.
Cindy was staring at me, not saying a word. I just stared back, with my
poker face on. "Oh ! Come on, Willy. You're not getting the quality of
dope, my daughter talked about, in this town. Bob and I know everyone in town
who does dope and let me tell you, if your shit is half as good as my daughter
says; you're growing it or importing it from Oregon or California." I reached
over, pulled a joint from my cigarette pack and torched it. Cindy kept
staring at me. I offered her the joint and she took a drag. While exhaling
she said, "Well, will you think about it ?" I nodded my head.
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
After the joint had made several rounds, Cindy exclaimed, "Jesus, this
shit ought to be illegal." I burst out laughing. Cindy was stoned as shit.
I noticed that she had tried to form the sentence several times before finally
getting it out of her mouth. I was confident that my plan had a pretty good
chance of being successful.
I hemmed and hawed a bit and then asked her about the video clips that
they had sent me. She said something like, "Pretty cool, huh !?" I just
nodded and then hit her up about the guy with the baseball bat size cock. She
glared off into space and talked about it for several minutes. The guy's name
was Gary, a friend of her sister's. They met him at Christmas and just had to
have him in some of their videos. Shit ! He had a son, too. The kid was
damn near as hung as his old man. I was almost positive that it was the Gary
I knew but had to be certain. Cindy went on to say that the videos they made
at Christmas in Las Vegas were some of their most popular. I was positive now
but still wanted to view a couple to be sure.
I took a big hit off the joint and then squeaked out, "Ahh...I'm not sure
what you've got planned but could we watch one of those videos while we're
waiting ? I...Ahh...had a hard time believing the size of the guy's cock."
Cindy was still staring off into space. She eventually pointed toward the
shelves and told me to go get any of the "Gary" tapes. I popped right up out
of the chair and walked to the shelves. The tapes were filed in alphabetical
order. Some names were feminine, some masculine. I found four tapes with
Gary's name on it and then, as almost an after thought, asked her what the
son's name was. I had to repeat the question again and Cindy finally shouted
out "Al." I found another four with Al's name on them. I brought one of each
over to the table.
"We got time ?" I asked. Cindy looked at her watch for a long while and
said she thought so. I asked her how to get one of the VCRs going and she
fumbled around for a few seconds and finally plugged in the tape. The screen
came alive with a blue page that announced the film was titled, "Dope Deal."
I wasn't that impressed with the quality of the title page and the credits
weren't to hot either but the video quality and sound were excellent.
It took me only a few minutes to figure out that it was definitely Gary
Cahill in the film, either that or his double. Gary was selling some dope to
Jennifer and some little blond who looked no more than thirteen. Shit,
Jennifer looked a couple of years younger than she did a couple of weeks ago
when I picked her up in the park. The girls were sampling the dope and Gary
was encouraging them to smoke more. Soon they were all stoned and Gary was
talking them into blowing him. The dialogue was real shitty but then what do
you expect when the actors are fucking stoned out of their minds. The action,
though, was first class. The little blond wasted no time getting to her knees
and pulling his jeans and underwear off. Jesus, I damn near blinked a hundred
times as the camera zoomed in on Gary's cock and the little blond licking it
like a popsicle. Shit ! The fucker had to be close to a foot long and the
blond couldn't even wrap one hand around it. The camera panned out again and
caught Gary sucking on Jennifer's tits. He had a hand in her pants and in no
time was taking them off as the blond struggled to keep his cock in her mouth.
I was getting excited watching the video and glanced over to see what
Cindy was doing. She was a very attractive brunette. I figured her to be in
her mid-thirties. She was wearing a sweater and by the looks of it had a nice
set of tits bouncing around inside it. She was mesmerized by the video and
had a hand underneath the table. I was sure it was between her legs. Well,
let's see what turns on Mrs. Jetter besides big cocks. I'd seen enough of the
video. I scooted my chair closer to her and took a hold of her arm.
"Havin' fun ?" I laughed. She smiled sheepishly back at me. I pushed
her chair back and asked her, "Can you still see ?" She just smiled again and
I dropped to my knees and started to undo her jeans. She lifted her hips when
I had the snap open and the zipper coming down. She had on a white pair of
panties and I lowered them as I pulled her pants down to her ankles. She
allowed her knees to part and I was treated to a spectacular view of her brown
hairy pussy. I was kind of afraid, that with all the talk about swapping and
shit, that she shaved her cunt. I preferred a woman with hair between her
legs.
I wasted no time and buried my face in her crotch. She smelled real
turned on and I had no trouble finding her cunt. She had real plump cunt lips
and they were covered with a forest of pubic hair. My tongue dove in between
her lips and started working itself up and down her slit. I soon had my
tongue pumping in and out of her and she was a wild woman. Her arms were on
the arms of the chair and she was pushing her cunt up into my face. I loved
it and quickly captured her clitoris between my lips and sucked. She let out
a scream that reminded me of her daughter and was chanting, "Oh ! Yea ! Lick
my clit." and "Eat me," over and over again. I did.
After about ten minutes of cunnilingus, I figured it was my turn. I got
to my feet and was in the process of dropping my pants when I heard someone
coming down the stairs rapidly. I had no desire to meet anyone with my pants
around my ankles so I zipped up and was walking toward the refrigerator when
the door opened. I was glad I did, because in walked Bob.
"Hey ! Willy, glad you made it. I'm Bob Jeeter." I shook his hand and
glanced over at Cindy; she was busy turning on the other TV and VCR. She had
pulled the chair up under the desk top. I had no idea whether she had pulled
her pants back up or not. "Great ! You brought some of your dope. Jennifer
says it's the best she's ever had but then she hasn't smoked as much as Cindy
and I...Right, babe ?"
Cindy just nodded her head and continued to work at the machines on the
table. Bob wandered over to the table and stood behind her. "I thought you
would have been set up by now. I told you we were going to be home about
ten." I laughed a little and Bob looked back at me...funny like. I wandered
over and lit up the roach that Cindy and I had been sharing. Bob started
laughing, "Well, Cindy, how was it ?"
Something came out of her mouth but it was unintelligible. Bob laughed
louder and I joined him after exhaling. I held the joint out to Bob, who took
a hit. "Well, how much did she tell you before you two got stoned ?"
I laughed and told him I couldn't remember. Bob laughed a strained laugh
and told me to sit down this would take a couple of minutes. He went on and
started explaining the set up and I waved him off as I took another hit off
the joint. I passed it to Cindy and said, "Ah...Bob...I got all that. Cindy
was just starting to tell me why your plan was superior to my plan." I had to
struggle with that but it came out like I was hardly feeling the affects of
the dope that we'd been smoking. I was proud of myself and real confident.
Bob looked at me for a second or two and then continued to tell me that
the reason their plan was superior was that they used both young guys and
young girls. He pointed to the TV that didn't have my buddy, Gary, fucking
the shit out of that little blond. There were three teenagers in a room with
what looked like a large trampoline and a hot tub in it. They were talking.
The volume, though, was turned down and I don't read lips. One of them was
Jennifer. I didn't know the other two - a boy and a girl. The young lady was
pretty hot looking - blond hair with a nifty looking body.
Bob went on and told me that Cindy had picked up Mike at a pizza parlor
about six months ago. He was a delivery boy and made a couple of real good
deliveries while Bob was down here watching. He's got a good size cock and
can fuck all night. Cindy presently has three boy friends just like Mike.
They date girls their own age and get them to the point where they're fucking
like rabbits. Then the boys bring them home to meet dad. He was real proud
of the fact that he was dad and mentioned it several times. "Get it yet,
Willy ?"
I was totally in the dark. I shrugged my shoulders and took another rip
off the joint. Bob continued. Well, he passes Jenny off as his date or
sometimes Cindy and they all go to a movie or out for pizza and then end up
back here in the "play room," as he called it. He described, what I thought
was a trampoline as the best water bed money could buy, "eight can fuck on it
easily. We've done it, right, babe ?" He laughed. I smiled. Cindy was
wiped out. Bob was a talker and off he went. They'd all get real stoned or
drunk and then coax the uninitiated, as he called it, into the hot tub. If
the young guy can get her on the water bed and fuck her, great. If not,
Jennifer/Cindy and dad do the fucking. Eventually they switch partners or go
two on one or what ever strikes their fancy. They'd only had two turn downs
in the last six months and one of then was because she was on the rag. She
came back the next week and fucked both of the guys limp. He laughed a real
loud laugh.
"It's a piece of cake after that. Either Cindy or Jennifer is always down
stairs filming and if the girl doesn't want to make videos, well, we've
already got one and she usually changes her mind after watching herself fuck
and suck two guys at the same time. We've only had to resort to that a couple
of times. Most of the girls can't say "yes" fast enough when we mention the
money."
"So, Willy, got the big picture ?" I nodded that I did and had to admit
that their plan had it's merits, although I didn't like the blackmail part;
regardless of how rare they had to use it. But, it was a group plan and
groups tended to be harder to control than single persons - add a couple of
teenage boys to the equation and, to me, it sounded like a disaster. I still
felt that my plan was superior but who gave as shit at this point; I just
wanted to get the films of Gary and his son and split.
Bob was off talking again about how if he got to fuck the bimbo upstairs,
he wanted Cindy and me to come and join them. I was interested and didn't
mind at all that I'd get thirds. I figured that Cindy would be hotter than
hell by then and let's face it, her daughter was a "Grade A" fuck. I could
hardly wait, as long as the young lady was a willing participant.
Bob was saying something about taking a couple of joints up stairs and was
gone. I swiveled the chair back to the console and watched the TV screen. Now
it was just two kids, sitting around shooting the shit; Jennifer was not in
the picture. Cindy pushed away from the console and pulled her pants back on.
I laughed and turned up the volume, seems there might be some rules here that
I hadn't been briefed on yet. ".....your dad ? I can't believe how cool he
is. Shit, Jennifer's our age and real cool. How'd he meet her." The guy,
who was pretty good looking himself, mumbled something about how he used to
date her. All the blond could say was, "No shit !?" I was laughing my ass
off when Bob entered the picture with his arm around Jenny. Cindy was wiped
out.
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
Bob wasted no time firing up one of my joints and soon the four of them,
in the "play room," were as fucked up as Cindy was. I sat back, relaxed and
even toked up a cigarette, mostly to piss Cindy off but if I did, she didn't
say a word. The four of them up stairs were talking nonsense when Jennifer
blurted out, "I told you it was the best dope in the world." I laughed out
loud at that.
Mike finally mentioned something about getting into the hot tub and his
date who, I had learned, was named Sandy, squealed when Jennifer pulled her
sweater off over her head. She was braless and her tremendous breasts bounced
around on her chest. I started to get hard. Both the guys, up stairs, were
getting out of their clothes and like it was a dare, Sandy started to strip
off her clothes. I concentrated my attention on Sandy. She was no where near
as stacked as Jenny but had a good handful of tit under her sweater and bra
with tiny areola but pretty good sized nipples. She wasn't a natural blond
though as her bush was real dark and by the time they all got into the hot tub
I had a ragging hardon. I considered having Cindy give me a blow job but
decided to save it for Sandy.
The four upstairs were passing around another joint in the hot tub. I had
hardly noticed the guys at all, as my attention was concentrated on Sandy.
They hadn't been in the hot tub for ten minutes, if that, when Mike got up and
helped Sandy out. He was limp but definitely had some meat dangling between
his legs. Sandy had her arms around his neck and they were giggling as they
made for the water bed.
I looked over at Cindy and asked her, "Shouldn't we have a tape going in
the VCR ?" She just pointed at one of them and I laughed. I thought about
fucking her on the floor, just to take the edge off. She finally got out of
her chair, found a tape and plugged it in. I pressed record but Mike was
already finger banging Sandy and she had her hand sliding up and down his
cock. Mike didn't waste his time and was soon between her legs, fucking her
brains out. Bob and Jennifer were out of the hot tub and sitting on the water
bed a couple of feet away from where Mike was fucking Sandy.
Bob was still limp, just watching. Mike was really fucking the shit out
of Sandy. She had her legs up around his waist, her heels beating on his
thighs and ass. Jennifer leaned over, kissed Bob and then went down on him.
I had a full on hardon in my pants and was eager to get up stairs. I pushed
my chair back and dragged Cindy out of her's. "Time to go, mom !"
I lifted Cindy's sweater off over her head and started sucking on her nice
big tits as I undid her pants again. She was damn near comatose - just
standing there. I laid her down on the floor to get her pants off and now she
was nude. She laid there and watched me as I took my clothes off. When I was
naked I pulled Cindy up and half carried her to the door, propped her up
against the door jam and went back and turned off the VCR - no sense in me
becoming a film star. I struggled to get her up the stairs. When we arrived
in the "play room," Bob was already between Sandy's legs fucking her brains
out. The young thing was moaning and groaning and every once and a while
screaming her head off.
Bob had her legs up around his neck and was on his knees, driving his cock
in and out of her at "warp speed, Mr. Spock." I just watched and waited my
turn. Jennifer was sucking on Mike's cock and Cindy couldn't stand without my
help. "Smoked a lot of dope before, yea, right !" Mike finally focused on
Cindy and cried out, "Mom !" I started laughing, Bob kept fucking Sandy.
Mike struggled to his feet with a semi and moved towards "mom." I had lost a
lot of my hardon, damn near carrying Cindy up the stairs, moved over to
Jennifer and guided her mouth to my cock. Her head was bobbing in seconds and
I just watched as Bob pummeled Sandy.
I was getting harder by the second as Jennifer sucked on my cock. Bob
appeared to be ready to blow a load into Sandy, his tempo had increased as he
watched Jennifer suck on my dick. All of a sudden, Bob threw his head back
and started screaming out his orgasm. I pulled Jenny's mouth off my cock and
climbed up on the water bed. Bob rolled away quickly and I was up to bat. I
knee crawled to Sandy's crotch and took a look at the mess, the previous two
had pumped into her. Her dark pubic hair was matted with semen; her cunt lips
red and swollen.
I took my time and pulled her legs up around my neck. I reached down,
guided my cock to her opening and then bent her over and filled her. I
started fucking immediately. Jesus, she was on fire and sloppy as all get
out. She'd been reamed out by two cocks, that were well out of my league, but
still felt tight. I fucked like I hadn't in a long time. Whether it was the
crowd watching or the fact that I thought the crowd was watching was
immaterial. I was going to go for the gold tonight. Slap, slap, slap, slap.
I pounded my cock in and out of Sandy's sloppy cunt. Her areola and nipples
were almost the same size. She was still screaming and I was sure that her
screams were louder with me between her legs than with the other two.
I was getting close, fast and couldn't believe how this young thing was
moving under me. She was possessed; yelling and screaming her head off. I
considered rolling her over and doing her doggie style but then it was on me.
My first spurt was an explosion. Shit ! I blacked out. When I became aware
of where I was again she was bucking up into me and I started fucking her
again. I pumped another two or three spurts of cum into her and then rolled
off of her.
I laid back on my elbows and watched the orgy going on. Jennifer was
sucking on Bob's cock and Mike was already between Cindy's legs fucking the
shit out of her. I looked over at Sandy and found her curled up into a ball,
not moving at all. I decided it was time to do my thing, got to my feet and
headed downstairs. I didn't think that the rest of them were aware I left so
I'd have all the time I needed but when I got to the door to the viewing room,
found it locked. Fuck !
When I turned to go back up stairs Bob was right behind me. "Need
something, Willy ?"
I looked him right in the eye and said, "Ah...Yea, buddy. I left my dope
down here."
Bob smiled and eased around me. He had the door open in seconds and
stepped aside to let me in. Bob followed me and suggested that I get my
clothes also. I picked them up along with my last joint and headed out the
door. This might be harder than I thought.
Jennifer was the only one showing any life when we got back up stairs.
She was sitting in the hot tub and smoking some of the reefer that I gave Bob
earlier. The other three were sacked out on the water bed. Bob and I joined
Jennifer in the hot tub. Bob asked me what he thought of tonight. I acted
real enthusiastic and asked him when I could start filming. Bob laughed and
told me that they were planning a weekend long film making event next weekend.
I said, "You can count me in."
Bob continued laughing and said he figured that already, the way I fucked
Sandy's brains out. I just smiled.
Jennifer was getting pretty wrecked, smoking the joint and blurted out,
"Ah...How about the three of us getting it on ?" Bob laughed and stood. His
cock was hanging down below his balls. The head if his dick still impressive,
like a ripe plum, even though he was soft. He motioned me up and Jennifer
came off the hot tub bench and started to work on both of us. She'd suck on
me, then the Bob. Back and forth she went. It wasn't long before she had two
hardons before her.
She paused for a moment with a cock in each hand and said, "Willy, how
about a little head for Jenny ?" I was eager to comply and followed her
across the hot tub as she jumped up on the edge and spread her legs. I buried
my face in her loins and quickly started pumping my tongue in and out of her
cunt. She was wet and open. I slid my tongue around her labia and sucked on
her clitoris for a bit until she pulled me out of her crotch. Dad was ready
and asked me if I'd mind having seconds again. I laughed and shook my head
"no."
Bob started to move toward her cunt when I told her to turn around. She
giggled a silly giggle and presented her step-dad with her ass. I hopped up
on the edge of the hot tub and presented her with my cock. Bob fucked her as
hard as he could. She had a hard time keeping my cock in her mouth. She bit
me a couple of times and I was hardly hard when Bob bellowed out his orgasm.
Jennifer kept sucking me and in several minutes I was ready to go.
When I was behind her I spread her cheeks and could see gobs of Bob's
semen dribbling out of her cunt. I filled her with one thrust, grabbed her
hips with both hands and started pumping my cock in and out of her. Bob had
really reamed her out but she was still somewhat tight. I spread the cheeks
of Jenny's ass and watched her lightly haired asshole pucker as I fucked her.
I glanced over and found Bob drying off with a joint hanging out of his mouth.
I slowed my pace, figuring that Jennifer was so stoned she wouldn't know or
care if I crammed my cock up her ass. Bob didn't appear to be paying
attention so I pulled out of her and pressed my cock against her asshole.
Bob called out from across the room, "Not her ass, buddy. That's my
private reserve." I slid back into her slimy cunt without even looking back
at Bob. I lasted a good long time and finally pulled out and shot a couple of
spurts all over her back and ass. I slid down into the water as Jennifer
climbed out of the hot tub and left the room. Bob was nowhere to be seen.
The other three were still sacked out on the couch. I dressed, found Bob in
the viewing room, pissed that Cindy forgot to turn on the VCR. I told Bob I
had a great time then left, figuring that I may have blown my chance.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
All day Saturday and Sunday, I prepared for my departure. I had built a
frame in the back of the van. On top of the frame was a single mattress and
below it was room for all my farming equipment, the pvc pipe, the tracking for
the lights, plus the lights themselves. I even partitioned off an area for my
computer, drug bust money and dope. I constructed a sling above the mattress
for a surfboard - next stop - the West coast.
I was salvaging as much as I could from the plants. I trimmed all the
leaves and bud off the plants. I had branches hanging everywhere - down in
the growing room and up in the attic. When they were dry enough; I'd strip
the leaves off them as best I could with some heavy duty gloves. On Sunday
afternoon I attempted to pick all the small stems out of the stuff but gave up
after a couple of hours. I packed all the leaves and stems into a large
garbage bag and then decided to double bag it.
I got real ripped Sunday night and turned in early. Monday morning while
I was doing my wash the door bell rang. It was Bob and Cindy. I invited them
in and we settled in the kitchen. I was brewing some tea for them and Bob was
talking a mile a minute. He thought today would be a great time to go
shopping for the digital stuff and wanted to look at my camera. I went to get
the camera.
"Shit ! Willy, you should have stayed. The party got real good again
after you left." Bob called out from the kitchen.
Cindy continued, "Jesus, that shit you brought was the best, Willy. I got
so wiped out, I couldn't believe it." I laughed but didn't offer much to the
conversation. I spent the whole day with them shopping. Tuesday, Bob and I
hooked up all the new shit and tested it several times. Bob was careful to
lock the door to the viewing room each time we left and I was never able to
steal the combination.
On Wednesday, they took me out to dinner and outlined the plan for Friday
night. They'd shoot three films with three different girls. Bob told me that
Sandy would be back to do her first film, a real mild one he said. There
would be another stud there to help Bob, "...one of Cindy's favorites, right,
honey ?" They'd probably finish up Saturday in the afternoon and then
Saturday night was party time..."five horny cunts and three horny studs, not
bad odds, eh, Willy ?" I nodded my enthusiasm. With any luck, I'd be half
way to the coast by Saturday afternoon.
Friday couldn't come too soon for me. I arrived at Bob and Cindy's early
in the afternoon. I brought a large chocolate cake that was chocked full of
lots and lots of my dope ground up real fine. I didn't figure anyone would be
walking by midnight. I busied himself setting up the video camera and going
over the scripts. Bob kept walking me through how he wanted the shots taken.
"Bob is a stickler for perfection," Cindy told me. Yea ! Right !
The girls and guy arrived after school with Jenny. Sandy at least said
"Hi !" Jennifer appeared too excited to do anything except gab about the
excellent dope her father had. Now, it's dad's dope ? The two other girls
were named Anita and Helen. The guy was Kit.
The first film was titled "Daddy's Hot Tub." It stared Bob, who else,
along with Helen and Jennifer. Helen was a short young lady with a bust size
that was close to unbelievable. No shit, at least a forty something. The
girls started out in real skimpy bathing suits and were lounging in the hot
tub when dad got home from work. He changed into a skimpy little crotch
hugging suit that no man I knew would ever wear and jumped into the hot tub
with the girls. A joint started making the rounds; the dialogue was inane but
who was listening.
The cunt in the hot tub were half naked, their tits bouncing around and
their asses damn near falling out of their bottoms. They soon lost their
tops, squealing and laughing as Bob played grab ass with them. Jennifer
pulled down his briefs and the fun stared. Helen feigned surprise that
Jennifer's dad was naked and both Jennifer and dad struggled to get Helen's
bottoms off.
Helen was a little chubby around the hips but her grade "A" butt made up
for it. She had the hairiest little bush. I was getting a hardon filming the
action. Her humongous tits were topped with huge areola and nipples the size
of nickels. I was sorry I was going to miss fucking her. The three of them
wasted little time and were soon sucking and eating each other like crazy.
Bob fucked both of them for a bit and them blew the biggest load I'd ever seen
all over Helen's tits. Jennifer licked her clean.
I pushed my cake like a dope peddler as Bob was giving last minute
instructions for the next film. I torched up a joint and started passing it
around. Bob was smoking like a fool, telling me that we'd do the third movie
tomorrow afternoon. It hit them all about half way through the next filming.
I first noticed that Bob wasn't paying very much attention to what was going
on. The video was staring Cindy, Sandy and Kit. Kit was trying to fuck the
daughter, Sandy, but she wouldn't go all the way. He ate her like a champ,
though. Mother, Cindy, caught him on the way out and fucked the shit out of
him.
Cindy was laughing like a fool as she rode Kit's cock, which was real well
developed for a seventeen year old. Bob was now paying more attention to
Helen and Anita. Anita was a mousy little brunette with small tits but Bob
had confided in me earlier that she had a great ass and loved to have her
fudge packed. The video ended with Kit finally shooting a real load all over
Cindy's tits and belly. I got the cast toking on another joint and wandered
into the play room to find Bob being mauled by Anita and Helen. They were all
nude.
I finally found Jennifer in one of the bathrooms, taking a leak. She said
something about me walking in on her and I just laughed. I told her that her
old man wanted me to check something out down stairs. She wiped herself,
pulled her pants up and headed down stairs. I followed. After she opened the
door, I told her that her dad was getting his brains fucked out up stairs.
Jenny said something about, "...those sluts." Then she rushed up stairs. It
didn't take me thirty seconds and I was up the stairs, out the door and
driving to the West Coast.
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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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