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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
Viva ! Las Vegas
Part One
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 in the Philippines, getting a blow job from one a one
star general's wife, when in walks the general's wife's best friend. Let me
tell you, Willy ended up one tired Jose.....
I'd been back on the West Coast for two weeks now and had just started to
recover from the three days I spent with Pam and Janice in the P.I. Fuck ! I
just had to leave. I'd planned on staying until they left on Wednesday but by
Sunday night my cock hurt every time I got a hardon and that was often. I
thought it might never heal. My jaws were so sore from eating pussy that it
took me a week to chew hard food. Shit ! They were animals. But God ! Did
I love it while it lasted.
I picked up the van from storage, wandered through San Francisco, sold a
little dope at a buyers market - after all they need sellers, too, and then
headed down the coast to Southern California. The prostate cancer was
weighing heavy on my mind. I guess it's time to shit or get off the pot.
Wayne Montana, special agent-in-charge of the D.E.A. was back at the home
office. He'd visited the condo in Henderson, Nv. The manager was real
cooperative and even gave him Mr. Tamarack's emergency information. He told
Wayne that a Mrs. Abernathy was looking after the place for Mr. Tamarack and
keeping his mail. Wayne hustled over to visit her and found her very formal,
asking him for a search warrant before she'd let him look through the mail.
Jesus, he'd showed her his badge and even told her he'd call his boss and let
her speak to him but no dice ! She was a stubborn old bitch and very
uncooperative. Wayne was sure that she knew where Mr. Tamarack was. Mrs.
Abernathy assured him that she'd call Mr. Montana if and when Mr. Tamarack
showed up. After Wayne left, she dropped his card into the trash but then
later picked it back out, figuring that Willy would like to know who was
inquiring about him.
Wayne called the emergency number the condo manager gave him and talked to
a Mrs. Tamarack. She kept asking what this was all about and finally put her
husband on the phone. Wayne figured it had to be his parents. The old man
was insistent on knowing what this was about before he told Wayne anything
about his son. Wayne was real frustrated when he got off the phone. He
headed down the hall to his supervisor's office. He was going to plead his
case again. That house in Boise was definitely big time cultivation.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
I had been surfing every day since I got back from the P.I. Well,
everyday since I got the van out of storage and wandered through S.F. I was
staying in a small camp ground right on the ocean just south of Rincon. The
surf had been fantastic the last couple of days. Head high and smooth as
glass in the early morning. It was usually blown out by the afternoon but by
then I was usually too stoned to surf anyway. The weather was picture perfect
Southern California in the late Fall - almost warm enough to sunbathe.
The camp ground was maybe a quarter full - mostly retirees and a couple of
families in campers. I was barbecuing some hamburgers and drinking a coke as
I sat outside the van. This morning I had noticed a nice looking blond, young
lady sitting on the sand near where her father was surf fishing. The only
reason I noticed her is that she was the only kid on the beach at 0530. Yea,
right ! Save your watches. You're right, I haven't lost my appetite for
young ladies. She looked about high school age and I wondered what she was
doing out of school. She was now trying to catch some rays in the afternoon
sun. Her father yelled for her from their camper. She took her sweet ass
time picking up the beach chair and heading back to the camper - a typical
teenager. When she approached the van her father hurried out, grabbed the
beach chair and slapped the shit out of her. I was too far away to hear what
he was saying, figured it was none of my business and went back to cooking
hamburgers.
It was real dark in the camp ground and that's what I liked. I wandered
down to the beach and torched up a joint. I was about a quarter mile from the
camp and had never seen anyone down this way. The tap on my shoulder scared
the shit out of me. Being ripped out of my mind didn't help.
"Got any more of that ?" She asked.
I didn't say a thing. I'd pushed the joint into the sand. "Don't worry
my parents think I'm taking a shower." She had sat down next to me. She was
just wearing a robe. "Plus my dad is probably fucking my mom. He won't come
looking for me for a while. I've seen you walking down the beach the last two
nights. The smell drifts up that way some times. So tonight I followed you
and here I am."
I searched in the sand for the joint and when I found it, brushed some
sand from it. I lit it and passed it to her. She knew how to smoke dope - no
doubt about that. We shared the joint in silence. Soon we were both on our
backs watching the stars. We could hear her father yelling for her from where
we sat.
"Well, I better be going." She got up and headed up the beach. When she
was about ten feet away she turned and said, "Thanks."
There was nobody around when I slipped into the men's rest room to don my
wet suit the next morning. It was still dark. The surf fishermen weren't
even up yet. I wanted to be the first in the lineup at Rincon - wanted the
place to myself. I got my wish and surfed three or four shoulder high waves
before anyone else paddled out.
It was about eleven or so and I had quit surfing for the day. I stopped
at a super market a couple of miles from where I was staying - doing a little
shopping. As usual I was stoned as shit and doing a lot of goofing as I
shopped. There was a commotion near the check out stands and I wandered over
to see what was going on. A store employee had grabbed a hold of the young
girl, who I shared the joint with last night. She was struggling but the
employee was more than her match. He was telling someone to call the cops
when I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ah...What's the problem, sir ?"
The guy turned to me and said, "Mind your own business, buddy."
I put a hand on his shoulder and said in a very assertive voice. "Take
your hand off my daughter." The guy looked at me and then let go of the girl.
"Now, what's the problem ?"
The store employee stepped back away from me, so that the young girl was
between us. The guy went on to tell me that he suspected the girl was shop
lifting. I didn't even look at the young lady but told the guy that my
daughter often stuffed the things she was going to buy in her back pack - we'd
become separated in the store and I would pay for anything in her back pack.
The employee backed off and I guided the young lady back into the store.
"I'm Willy. Be nice, if I knew your name." I stated matter of factually
as we wandered through the store.
"Lee, but I like to be called Roxanne."
"Ok ! Roxanne, when we get back to the meat counter, I want you to take
out all the shit you've got in your back pack and put it in the basket. Ok ?"
She just nodded her head and followed me as I did my shopping. Most of
the shit she put in the basket was junk and I put it on empty shelves as we
wandered the store. I asked her where her parents were.
"I ran away this morning. I never want to see those assholes again." She
looked up into my face when she said it and I saw that the right side of her
face was swollen, her eye almost closed.
"Is that why you were rippin' off food ?"
She nodded her head. "Can you drive me to L.A. ?" She blurted out.
I shook my head and told her I wasn't going to L.A. but that I'd take her
back to the camp ground and her parents. She bolted but I was able to catch
her in several steps.
I turned her and forced her to look into my face. She was shaking, tears
running down her cheeks, "Oh ! Come on, mister. Please let me go. I won't
go back to my parents. He hits me all the time and...and...I've just got to
get away. I know a guy in L.A. who I can stay with...he'll get me some work.
I won't go back...never."
"Relax, Roxanne. Are your parents looking for you ?"
She shrugged her shoulders and looked up into my face. Tears were still
streaming down her face. "Who's this guy in L.A. ?" She shrugged her
shoulders again. I figured I couldn't take her back to the camp grounds and
since the swell that had been hitting Rincon was subsiding, I was thinking of
moving on, anyway.
"Ok ! Roxanne, I'm eventually going to pass through L.A. on the way to
where I'm heading. You can travel with me and I'll drop you off where you
want to go but I don't want any trouble...Ok !" She nodded her head and even
smiled. I wondered if I hadn't made a big mistake ?
We spent another half an hour shopping and I let her pick out some soda
pop and cookies but also made her pick up some peanut butter and celery. We
were packing the coolers in my van when the police car cruised into the
parking lot. I told Roxanne to get in the back of the van. I slammed the
sliding door shut, casually got into the driver's seat and motored out of the
parking lot. In the rear view mirror I could see the cops talking with the
store employee who had detained Roxanne.
I turned off the coast highway at the first opportunity and headed up into
the hills. Roxanne came up and kneeled right behind the front seats. She
didn't say a word. I pulled into a gas station and told her to stay in the
van. I filled up and talked to the attendant as I paid for the gas. I told
him I'd heard that there was a search out for a young girl, who'd run away
from her parents. The attendant told me that was news to him but he'd keep a
look out.
I changed my mind and drove back to the camp ground, figuring that it
would be the last place the authorities would look. Roxanne fell asleep in
the back of the van. I fixed us a salad with chunks of ham and cheese in it.
I let her have a beer with dinner and when it got dark - real dark - let her
go take a shower and wash up. After she showered, she climbed into my
sleeping bag and was asleep in minutes. I went out, got ripped, came back to
the van and slept next to Roxanne, using some of my dirty "T" shirts as a
pillow.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
The next morning, well before sunrise, I was up and driving North on U.S.
101. Roxanne was still asleep in the back of the van. We had shot the shit
for a bit during dinner last night but I did most of the talking and didn't
learn much about her.
I checked the road map and found an area I wanted to explore. I traveled
through some residential areas that finally petered out. I chose a dirt road
and kept heading west. I ended up in a draw and parked the van between two
large bushes. I got out of the van, slipped on my wet suit and headed down
the draw toward the ocean. It was just getting light. As the draw opened up
on to the rocky beach, I saw wave after wave breaking off a point about a mile
away - and not a soul out. It took me close to an hour and by the time I was
in the line up, the sun was shinning on the crystal clear waves wrapping
around the point - about waist high - they were almost perfect. I surfed most
of the morning and arrived back at the van very hungry.
Roxanne was sitting in my beach chair next to the barbecue. The barbecue
had three hamburgers cooking on it. "I figured you'd be hungry and it's
almost lunch time." I just smiled, went behind the van and stripped off my
wet suit. I slipped into some jeans and a "T" shirt. After lunch, she pulled
the beach chair out into the sun and stripped down to her bra and panties to
sun bathe. I didn't notice though as I was sacked out in the van.
I went surfing again, late that afternoon and saw Roxanne sitting on the
beach watching me. After I paddled in, we walked back to the van together.
"You're pretty good, Willy." I told her she didn't know what good was and
laughed. "Well, you never lost your board and you don't use one of those
leash things." I just kept laughing.
Roxanne asked me if she could use one of the gallon jugs of water in the
back of the van to bathe with. I just nodded my head and got out the mat, I
used, and placed it behind the van. I told her to try to conserve the water
as I wanted to rinse off too. Sleeping with salt on your body is the pits.
After she finished, I took another jug of water and washed myself. When I
finished, she was mixing a salad.
"I think we're going to need to go to the store again soon." She said. I
had figured that as my van was only set up for one. When she finished with
the salad she put it back in the cooler and came and sat in my lap in the
lounge chair. "Got any more of that dynamite weed of your's ?"
"That the reason you ran away from your parents ? My weed..."
"It...Is...It is not. This is !" She pointed to her face. "He hit me
all the time...for no reason. He was also starting to grab my butt and boobs
every once and a while. I just know he was going to make me do it with him
and...I...I'd kill myself before I did it with him." She was sobbing and I
put my arm around her shoulder.
"Ok ! Ok ! I won't mention it again. Sorry, Roxanne. Hey ! Tell me
how you got to the market. You walk ?" She burst into tears and I felt worse
than I did before. I let her have her cry and just kept patting her shoulder
and rubbing her back.
She eventually quieted down and told me that she hitched a ride with these
two guys. They seemed real cool and told her they could take her to L.A. I
was figuring this was going to be another bad story and I was right. Pretty
soon the three of them were up in the mountains, drinking beer and one thing
lead to another. She was kissing one of them and then they were pulling her
clothes off and fighting over who got firsts. She was crying and telling me
they told her she was a shitty lay. After they finished with her, they kicked
her out of the truck. She walked out of the foothills and ended up at the
market.
"How old are you, Roxanne ?"
"Seventeen." She was too quick with her response. I was sure she was
more like fifteen so I remained silent. I took her chin in my hand and raised
her face so I could look into her eyes.
"Fifteen." It was a whisper.
The sun was close to setting and the sky was starting to turn orange and
red and purple. I love sunsets at the beach, especially when I'm stoned. I
pushed her off my lap and climbed into the van to get a joint. As I was
rummaging around in the van, she yelled at me from the beach chair, "You're
not going to take me back home, are you ?" She was panicked.
I got out of the van with the sleeping bag over my shoulder, shaking my
head. I headed out through the draw and after going a few yards turned and
motioned for her to follow. "Bring a couple of pepsis, Roxy."
She finally caught up with me as the draw turned into the beach. It
wasn't much of a beach - almost all rock. I rolled the sleeping bag length
wise and then folded it in half. I sat on one half and Roxanne sat on the
other. I torched up the number and Roxanne opened the pepsis. We smoked and
drank in silence, just watching the sunset.
It was almost dark, just a pink tinge at the horizon. I got up and helped
Roxanne to her feet. After walking back to the van, I was putting the
sleeping bag back into the van. I had my back to her, straightening the
sleeping bag, when I heard. "Willy, teach me to be a good lay.....Please."
I turned and found her naked, her clothes puddled at her feet. God ! She
had a beautiful body. Blond and a natural one at that, with a small triangle
of pubic hair on her lower stomach. Her breasts were well developed but you
could hardly distinguish between her areola and nipples. They were puffy and
stood out on her tits like rose buds that hadn't quite opened yet. She was a
dynamite looking young girl and except for the swelling on the right side of
her face and her almost closed right eye, was beautiful.
I moved to the edge of the mattress and put my feet on the ground.
Roxanne stepped closer and put her hands on my shoulders. "Please." I could
feel my cock start to strengthen in my jeans. I started to say something and
then she leaned over and kissed me. Her small tongue was in my mouth and then
my hands were on her hips. Her skin was so smooth. I was frenching her back
as my hands went up and cupped her breasts. They over flowed my hands and
then my mouth was on them and I was pulling her into the van with me.
We rolled around on the sleeping bag as she pulled my clothes off and I
tried to keep my mouth attached to her body - any part of her body, her
breasts, her stomach, her shoulder; I didn't care. I wanted to taste her -
all of her. Those guys the other day must have been idiots to kick her out of
the truck. I worked a hand in between her legs and massaged her cunt lips and
the fur that covered them. I was on fire and when she dragged my jeans down
past my cock, it sprang out like a "jack in the box." I pulled her down on
top of me and grasped her ass with both hands. Her butt cheeks were so soft.
I worked my hands up under her arms and pulled her forward so that her
tits were right above my face. I feasted on them, licking and sucking them
like I was starving. She started moaning as I went from nipple to nipple and
sucked them into my mouth, making them hard little pebbles. She was
supporting herself and my hands went back to her ass, massaging them and
rubbing them together. Her legs were along side my body and my cock head was
now nuzzled in between the lips of her cunt. I could feel her sparse pubic
hair against my dick. I reached between her legs and ran my cock up and down
her slit. She was wet and I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
"Roxanne," I whispered as I nibbled on her breasts, "slide your fanny
back a bit." She pushed back and I was in her. I thrust forward, poked a
couple of more inches into her and she sat up on my cock, filling herself.
Her eyes were closed and she breathed through her mouth. She wiggled around a
bit and then put her hands on my shoulders and started to move on me. She was
very wet and warm. Her movements became more exaggerated and now she was
actually bouncing up and down on my cock.
I couldn't stand it any longer, grabbed her ass and started fucking the
shit out of her. I think it took her by surprise as her eyes opened wide and
she let out a little scream. I kept fucking her. With one hand I pulled her
by her blond hair so that we could kiss. My other hand was between the cheeks
of her ass, rubbing a finger around her asshole. I could hear her moaning as
her tongue fenced with mine.
Her orgasm started just a second or two before mine. She sat up almost
and forced herself back onto my cock and gasped out, "Ooooh, Willeeee." My
cock burst and sent gobs of cum into her tight little cunt. My finger had
slid about a half an inch into her ass and now I forced more of it into her.
She screamed and I kept pumping my hips, filling her to over flowing, my cum
escaping from her cunt and soaking my pubic hair. I felt like I had been
fucking her for hours but I'm sure that was the dope.
She lay on top of me for what seemed like a long time, her legs down
against mine, no longer on her knees. My cock shrank out of her. I finally
rolled her off of me and dug around for my beach towel. Once in hand, I shoed
her out of the van and we walked to the beach, naked. The water was real cold
and a cool breeze was blowing down the wash. I was thinking that tomorrow was
going to be a good day if the swell didn't go down too much.
We didn't spend much time in the ocean and when we got back, blew the last
two gallons of fresh water rinsing each other off. We dried off and scrambled
back into the van. We were both still hot to trot. We lay next to each other
and soon our hands were roaming over each other's bodies. Her nipples were
turgid in the night air as I had left the sliding door open. I wasted no time
sucking on them and bringing moans to her throat. I slowly worked my way down
to her stomach and spent a good deal of time reaming out her navel, which was
a deep indentation in her belly. Her hands were in my hair and again it may
have been the dope but I imagined her pushing me down toward her cunt.
I was on my way there anyway but it sure was fun to imagine her wanting my
mouth on her womanhood. I'm positive now, that I wasn't imagining it because
when I moved to spread her legs, she brought them up and grabbed her knees.
Her cunt was spread before me and while she had a thick thatch of blond pubic
hair on her mons, her cunt lips were lightly covered. Almost like she was
just entering puberty. I spread her plump lips and licked from her "taint" to
her clit, which was rather large, I thought. Her hips came off the mattress
as she arched her back and exclaimed, "Oooooh ! Jesus !"
I went to work as she filled the van with exclamations of joy. I chewed,
I nibbled, I reamed. I worked her young cunt like it was a violin and even
pushed her thighs back on her chest and reamed out her totally hairless
asshole. She must have cum a dozen times, yelling and screaming. My cock was
quite hard just listening to her. It was time to fuck again and I could
hardly control myself as I got to my knees, my boner hard up against my
stomach.
I was crawling forward when she propped herself up on her elbows, her
areola and nipples covered with goose bumps and said, "Do you want me use my
mouth on you, Willy."
I flexed my cock and it bobbed before her. "Not tonight, sweetheart.
That's lesson number two." She giggled as I laid between her spread thighs.
I reached between us and rubbed the head of my cock in her sloppy wet pussy.
With almost no pressure I sunk into her a couple of inches and she moaned real
loud. I held myself off of her with my arms and she sank back down onto her
back, her legs coming up around my waist and hips. I thrust forward and
filled her. Her arms came up around my shoulders and dragged me down on top
of her.
She was bucking against me, her mouth open, panting. I started to thrust
my hips forward and backward, pushing and pulling my cock in and out of her
cunt. She was pulling my hair and it hurt but the pleasure of being in her
tight, wet cunt was overwhelming. I increased the speed of my fucking. Even
though the cold air was bathing us, we were slick with perspiration, wet and
slippery.
She started cuming first, "Oooooh...Aaaagh...Jesus...Mary...and...Joseph !
Oooooh ! Migod...I...I'm cuming ! I'm cuming !" She was screaming and her
screams set me off. My cock head exploded and pumped what seemed like a dozen
spurts of hot semen into her belly. Her cunt overflowed and leaked my semen
down the crack of her ass, all over the mattress. I slowly came to rest on
top of her, panting. I ended up sleeping on the wet spot. Boy ! Did I
sleep.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
The sun was up before I rolled out of the van the next morning. I
hurried, jumped in my wet suit and headed down the draw. As I paddled out I
could tell that the swell had really subsided. I sat in the lineup and caught
a couple of waist high waves but really had to wait a while to get them. As I
walked up the draw on the way back to the van I noticed a parked vehicle about
a hundred feet away. There was a uniformed man looking in the driver's side
window of the van.
"Can I help you ?" I called out.
The guy jumped a little and it was then that I noticed the gun at his hip.
Shit ! The fucker's a cop.
The guy came toward me with his hand on the butt of his gun. "You know
this is private property." It was a statement, not a question. I just shook
his head back and forth. "Well, I'll give you about five minutes to get your
ass out of here or I'll have to call the sheriff."
I just nodded and slid the door to the van part way open. When I didn't
see Roxanne I figured, maybe she'd split. I opened the door all the way, slid
the board in the overhead slings and slammed the door shut.
"Mind if I change ?" Willy asked.
"Up to you, buddy. You got three minutes left." The guy kept staring at
me. I shrugged my shoulders, jumped up into the driver's seat and motored out
of the draw and back up toward the residential area that I had come through
yesterday morning. The security car followed me all the way to the highway.
From the back of the van I heard Roxanne ask, "Is the coast clear ?" I
just started laughing. She crawled up behind the front seat. "Shit ! I
couldn't find my clothes. I was scared shitless. I knew you were surfing
and...and didn't know what the fuck to do." I just laughed louder as we
motored South on the PCH.
I found another camp ground right on the beach just north of the Ventura
County line. It had a lot of empty slots and I pulled into the one that had
large trees on either side. I told Roxanne to stay in the van while I paid
for the night and checked the place out. I asked the proprietor a lot of
questions about this young girl that everyone was searching for up North. The
guy told me he had no idea what I was talking about. I walked around the
grounds for about a half hour before heading back to the van.
Roxanne was still in the back of the van when I arrived. We made cold cut
sandwiches and drank coke for lunch while we bullshitted about getting kicked
out of the draw. I told her I thought it was ok to wander about a bit but
didn't want her running up and down the beach. After lunch, we both took a
nap and then I surfed some descent shore break right in front of the camp
grounds, while Roxanne sunbathed in front of the van.
When it was good and dark we walked down the beach and got righteously
stoned. We were back in the van, after showering, when Roxanne asked, "Is it
time for lesson number two ?"
I laughed and pulled her to me. She was wearing one of my "T" shirts with
nothing on underneath. She felt great, snuggled up against me. I had my
tongue in her mouth and a hand in her snatch, when she pushed me away and
started fiddling with my fly. I helped her drag my jeans down my legs and
then pulled off my "T" shirt as she stroked my cock with her hands. I sat up
against the back of the front seat and spread my legs. As Roxanne arranged
herself between my legs, I pulled her "T" shirt off over her head. Her body
was magnificent. Her breasts full and topped with the most suckable puffy
areola and nipples.
She started at my belly button because she said I didn't have any boobs
and I laughed. I told her to rub her breasts against my cock as she reamed
out my navel. Her tits weren't quite large enough to fuck but I'm sure I
could create enough friction with them to blow a load all over her chest. I
was starting to get hard as her tongue made it's way through my pubic hair.
She kept her mouth and tongue off of my cock and just teased around my thighs
and testicles. My cock was standing up straight when she finally grasped it
with one hand and started licking the head.
"Right there, Roxy ! No...No...A little lower...Oh ! Yeeaa !" Her
tongue had found my magic spot and was bathing it with her saliva. It wiggled
around like a little snake and in no time I was as hard as rock. She started
licking my cock like a popsicle and I had my head thrown back against the
front seat with my eyes closed.
My hands, almost involuntarily went to her blond head and guided her mouth
to my cock head. "Open your mouth, Roxy." She did and took about three
inches of my shaft into her mouth. "Now, just slide your lips up and down,
like it's your pussy."
She raised her head and said, "Like this ?" Then plunged her mouth down
on my cock. Her head started bobbing in my lap and I was in Nirvana, watching
this young lady give me head. She would drag her lips up my shaft, ever so
slowly and then plunge her mouth down on me, capturing just about my entire
length - then do it all over again. I could feel her tongue as it wiggled
around on my dick when it was in her mouth. My cock was covered with her
saliva and I had started to thrust my hips up to meet her mouth. I was not
content to just let her bring me to orgasm. I was dying to chow down on her
pussy while I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.
I pulled her head off of my cock and watched as a string of spittle draped
from the head of my dick to her lower lip. I pulled her up and kissed her.
Her tongue was very active in my mouth, my hands filling themselves with her
tits. I rolled her over on to her side and slithered down so that my face was
level with her crotch. I pulled her thigh over my side and now had
unrestricted access to her cunt. I buried my tongue in her and then felt her
mouth on my cock. I had one of her thighs under my arm and was just reaming
her cunt for all I was worth. Her mouth had left my cock and was nibbling on
my testicles. I was grinding my shaft against her chest and working my tongue
to her hairless anus.
After reaming it out good with my tongue, I sucked a finger into my mouth
and fed the finger to her asshole. My tongue went back to her cunt, fucking
in and out of her labia like I hadn't eaten pussy in weeks. She tasted so
fresh, so good, with just a slightly salty tinge to her cunt. Her mouth was
back sliding back and forth on my cock and I was starting to feel the
tell-tail signs of an approaching orgasm.
I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head and started fucking
her mouth as I reamed my tongue as far into her as I could, my other hand
pumping a finger in and out of her anus. The first blast surprised her. Her
head pushed back against my hand. She tried to say something but all I heard
was a gurgling sound. Her mouth came back on to my cock and just sucked the
head as her hand pumped my shaft. That's when I really started to cum and I
sent gobs of semen into her mouth. She kept her mouth on me until I was soft,
long after I had rolled away from her crotch.
She came up on an elbow and asked, "How was that ?" I just smiled. I
needed a little hit on the magic weed and then I was going to fuck this young
lady's brains out.
I didn't wake until after seven. Roxanne and I made love twice more
before retiring for the evening; once with her on top and the next time with
me standing up through the sun roof as I fucked her doggie style, with her
bent over grabbing her ankles, offering me her pure white ass. I wandered
out, slipped into my wet suit and surfed where I had the evening before. When
I came back to the van, Roxanne was gone, along with my clothes, at least most
of them. I showered and shaved in the communal bath facilities and when I
arrived back at the van, she was sitting in the beach chair.
"Did the wash, Willy, and I think we need to go to the store." I agreed.
She went to shower and I spent the time doing a little house keeping. All my
growing equipment was stored under the frame I built for the mattress. I was
also hiding the money from the drug bust and the majority of my dope down
there, plus a digital VCR and camera along with my computer and a dozen or so
home porno films. I was positive that she hadn't been snooping around which
made me feel at ease. Well, kind of !?
As we were wandering through the isles of the super market she told me
that she had called a friend this morning while doing the wash. She went on
to say that her friend had been over to her house and smuggled out some of her
clothes. The friend was going to hitch out here to deliver them and she
wanted to know if the friend could spend the night with us. I was thinking
that the van was hardly big enough for two, well, maybe her friend could sleep
in the front seat. Shit ! If her friend was as good looking as she was maybe
I could fuck them both. Thinking with your dick again, Willy ?
We arrived back at the camp ground in the early afternoon. It was windy,
the surf was blown out and it was getting cloudy. I figured a swell may be
arriving and spent most of the afternoon just goofing, watching the waves.
About five, Roxanne headed up for the highway, saying she was going to wait
for her friend, up there. She didn't get back until a little after six and
with her was another young lady, about her age. The girl was no taller than
Roxanne and a skinny, little thing. She had real short black hair and I
figured it had to be dyed. She had this huge back pack on and I helped her
out of it. I couldn't help but check out her butt and a nice little butt it
was. Her name was Desiree and I was sure it wasn't her real name.
Roxanne tossed a salad and I had some baked potatoes cooking in the coals.
We drank wine and shot the shit, waiting for the potatoes to get done.
Desiree told us that Roxanne's parents had hardly talked about her when she
visited. Desiree felt that they knew she was over there to get some of
Roxanne's clothes and made it real easy for her. I slapped three small steaks
on the grill when I thought the potatoes were done.
The wind had really picked up and was blowing like the devil. I decided
to eat in the van and the three of us piled in and ate like kings, laughing
and giggling throughout. After dinner, Desiree wanted to shower and both her
and Roxanne headed to the communal baths.
To be
Continued in
Viva ! Las Vegas
Part Two
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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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