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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. If you're going to profit from this, please contribute
a portion of the proceeds to the National Organization for the Reform of
Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
Every Man's Fantasy
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE *****
I had just finished playing two hours of doubles with my parents and a
friend of mine, Ms. Carol Whitouski. Since Carol and I don't really have a
clue about tennis; my dad partnered with Carol and I played with my mom. Dad
and Carol won. Shit ! My parents are both seventy-something and probably in
better shape than Carol and I. Anyway, I'm just entering the bar at my
parent's tennis club. Carol and I are going to have lunch and then head to
the beach. My parents had to split, who knows where ? They're free, white
and twenty-one...Right !
Rob Trancas was sitting at the bar when Carol Whitouski sat down a couple
of seats away. He noticed her right off and immediately signaled the bar
tender to put her beer on his tab. Since that one afternoon with Barbra
Thorpp, he couldn't keep her away from his door. He'd turned her into the
nastiest bitch he could imagine and just last night finished editing the video
he was going to send her old man...But he was tired of her. After all variety
is the spice of life. This broad, sitting a couple of chairs away, was a hot
looking bitch - almost had a look about her that said, "I can fuck until your
cock rots off." Rob laughed to himself and moved down closer to her.
"Hi ! I'm Rob Trancas...Hope you don't mind if I buy you a beer ?" He
had a big smile on his face and looked real pleased when Carol accepted his
offer. Bombs away ! "In about twenty minutes this broad is going to be
sucking my cock like she hasn't had a meal in weeks." Rob thought as he
laughed to himself and took a pull on his beer. He really liked this club,
lots of hot looking chicks here and Barbra got him a guest membership that's
good for six months. Life is grand !
I saw the guy move down the bar to the chair next to Carol and also saw
him drop something into her beer. I moved through the tables in the bar a
little quicker than I would have and just caught Carol's arm just as she was
lifting the beer to her lips.
"Hi ! Sweetheart. Who's your friend ?" I kissed her on the cheek as she
put the beer down.
"Oh ! Hi ! Willy. This is Rob Trancas. Rob...Willy Tamarack."
I just stared at the guy. He looked a little shook up and that's exactly
the way I wanted him. I reached for Carol's beer and this Rob guy damn near
spilled it, pushing it down the bar top. Carol was looking at me strangely.
I smiled at her and said, "Why don't you go freshen up in the powder room,
Carol ?" Her expression got even stranger but the pressure I was putting on
her shoulder told her I wasn't kidding. She slowly got to her feet and walked
toward the women's room.
I watched her for a bit and then turned to Rob. I could still see the
fear in his eyes.
"Ok ! Mr. Trancas...when I stop talking, you've got exactly one minute to
explain to me what you dropped into my fiancee's drink. If I'm not satisfied
with your answer, we're going to go outside and I'm going to kick you as hard
as I can in the crotch, driving your nuts up into your throat. That's going
to create enough pressure to pop out your contact lenses and then while your
down on your hands and knees looking for them, I'm going to kick you in the
face until your head is too big to go through a basketball hoop. Got any
questions ? The clock is now running."
The guy looked like I'd kicked him in the balls already. His hands were
shaking and there was sweat breaking out on his upper lip. He tried to talk a
couple of times but not much came out. I almost laughed at the guy's
discomfort. I stood and reached for him.
"Aaah...Wait a minute...What's your name...Give me a second to organize my
thoughts....." I sat back down and when Carol returned in about ten minutes,
was laughing my ass off. I didn't believe a word the guy said but was game to
give it a shot. Fuck ! I didn't have a thing to lose and I couldn't imagine
anything that would make Carol any hornier than she was normally.
When Carol sat next to me at the bar, I told Rob to tell her the same
story he told me. In another ten minutes, she was laughing like crazy and
asking which beer he put the stuff in. He pointed and she downed the beer in
about three swallows. I got up and helped her out of her chair and then
looked at Rob.
"Well, you weren't going to fuck her in the bar...were you ?" Carol was
laughing and I wasn't sure Rob was going to follow us.
Carol moved over toward him and he almost backed away. In a very low
voice, just above a whisper, she said. "Come on, Rob. I'm horny already and
can hardly wait to feel your big, fat cock fucking me while I blow Willy. I
can always tell if a guy has a big cock...He's got small hands." With that
she took Rob's hand and they started wandering toward the exit. I followed,
looking at my hands. Shit ! I had small hands but definitely didn't have a
big dick ! I started laughing.
Rob had settled down quite a bit by the time we drove out of the parking
lot in my new van. He suggested the John Wayne and I turned right on East
Bluff drive. I told Carol to fire up a joint and off we went. Rob wasn't too
hot on smoking but what did I care. Carol and I were stoned by the time we
pulled into the John Wayne parking lot. Nothing like a good work out and a
joint to wet the sexual appetite. I was getting a woody thinking about this
guy boning Carol and since my cancer operation, that didn't happen too often.
Oh ! Every once and a while but that's another story.....
I told them to wait in the bar while I registered and when I got back,
found them sippin' beers. "You guy's ready to go ?" They both got up and
followed me as I headed to the elevators.
I asked Carol if she felt anything and she laughed. "Yea ! Willy...I'm
stoned." She kept laughing and wiped her upper lip. Rob seemed to know where
he was going and led us right to the room.
***** CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX *****
I lit up the roach again after the door was closed and Rob almost
screamed, "You can't do that here !"
I laughed and replied, "Shit ! Rob, this hotel room cost a hundred and
thirty-five dollars. Ain't nobody going to come up here and fuck with us."
Carol started laughing uproariously as she pulled her sweater off over her
head. She was wearing a black bra that made her tan look somewhat lighter.
We'd just got back from a week in Mexico and were both rather bronzed. Her
bra followed the sweater and now her tits were bare - about the size of large
oranges and pure white against her tan. Her areolae are huge for the size of
her breasts and a dark brown. They were already crinkly; her nipples, about
about the size of marbles, erect with her desire. She was working her slacks
down and Rob was just staring at her.
Her panties came off next and now she was naked. Her bush was really a
jungle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs, almost diamond shaped.
She walked purposely over to Rob and started to work on his pants with one
hand while the other rubbed the lump in his crotch. From where I sat, Rob
appeared to have a very large cock and it was obvious that it was as hard as
stone. I hit on the joint and watched as Carol lowered his slacks and jockey
shorts at the same time.
Rob's cock boomeranged out of his crotch. Shit ! The fucking guy was
hung like a mule. How come I always ended up sharing women with guys who have
cocks the size of large cucumbers ? I took another hit off the joint and
pondered that important question as Carol dropped to her knees and started
sucking on it. I don't think Rob was ready for her expertise in the art of
giving head as after about ten or so bobs of her head, he threw his head back
and croaked out.
"Ooooh ! Shit ! I'mmmm...cummming !" I started laughing as Carol
slurped down his load of jizzim. If I hadn't been so stoned I would have
noticed that his cock stayed hard and after a few moments, to regain his
composure, he had Carol on her back on the bed - fucking the shit out of her.
Jesus ! He didn't even bother to take off his clothes.
I slowly got out of mine and found myself with a pretty descent hardon. I
could hardly wait for seconds. Rob was really pounding her and she was
moaning and groaning like she usually does when she's getting the shit fucked
out of her. I got the feeling that Rob came again and then he had her up on
her knees and was doing her doggie style. I sat back down to watch and
stroked myself a little just to keep the juices going.
After about a solid half hour of fucking her, Rob rolled on to his back,
gasping for air. I laughed and stepped up to bat. Carol's ass was still
sticking up in the air and what an ass it was - like two well inflated
volleyballs of flesh with not a wrinkle or blemish in sight. I could see her
plentiful bush growing out between the cheeks of her butt, matted with what
appeared to be an awful lot of semen. At the time I was too concerned with
getting my rocks off, so thought nothing of it.
Sliding into her was like jumping into a warm swamp somewhere in the
Southern part of the United States. She'd really been reamed out and I'm sure
that she could hardly feel my cock in her but she fucked back at me like I was
King Cock...And I loved it. Rob had scooted over and she was now gobbling up
his hard cock again. God ! Did this guy get a lot of hardons ??
I decided I needed something a little tighter so I slipped out of Carol's
cunt and pushed my cock head against her asshole. With just a little
pressure, I sunk myself into her. I was off to the races and knew it wouldn't
be long now. My orgasm started in my stomach and spread throughout my lower
body then raced back into my stomach and finally caused me to jerk around
behind her as my cock slowly shrunk and was forced out of her asshole.
I lay in a heap on the bed and watched Rob move to her rear and begin
fucking her again. Slowly I crawled to her head. I saw that he had deposited
another load of jizzim in her mouth as her lips and chin were all glossy. She
gobbled up my shrunken cock and sucked on it until I finally came again
without getting hard. When I became aware of my surroundings again, Rob was
on his back and Carol was ridding him like a race horse. He had his eyes
closed and I wasn't sure he was enjoying himself anymore.
I struggled off the bed and torched up the joint again. Carol finally
rolled off Rob about an hour and a half after we arrived in the room. I could
tell she was beat as she headed right for the shower. Rob just lay on the
bed, his cock still appeared hard. It was covered with the slime of who knows
how many orgasms and appeared red and raw.
He was struggling into his clothes when the shower went off. He'd wiped
his cock with the sheets and I could tell by the way he did it that he was
sore. Serves the fucker right ! Carol walked out of the bathroom bare ass
naked. God ! She looked great - breasts high up on her chest, nipples still
partially erect, her dark bush all fluffy looking. I thought about going down
on her but she went right to her clothes and started dressing.
"Aaah...Rob...What're the chances of you selling some of those pills of
yours ?" She asked him.
"Yea ! Sure...How many you want ?"
"What'd you think, Willy...A hundred or so ?"
I just nodded my head and started to dress. We did the deal at his place
after driving him back to the tennis club and then following him home. He
charged us ten bucks a pill and I thought it was highway robbery but for some
reason Carol thought it was a deal. On the way back to my parents, I asked
her if she felt any different. She looked at me with a real goofy look on her
face and said, "I'm not sure, Willy...I'm not sure at all. I don't think I
was any hornier than usual...But boy ! Did that guy have a nice, big cock on
him !" I didn't think she was any hornier than usual either. I was sure we
got ripped off !
***** CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN *****
Robert P. Thorpp was staring at the box on his desk. It was almost six in
the evening and his secretary had left almost an hour ago. The box arrived
yesterday, addressed to him with no return address. It was the shape of a
shoe box and wrapped in a used shopping bag. Robert had sent it to the lab to
have it x-rayed as you never could be to cautious in today's world. The box
arrived back this afternoon and Robert was still almost afraid to open it.
The lab told him the box contained, what appeared to be, a video tape.
Now who the fuck would send him a video tape and why no return address ?
Why send it to work instead of his home address ? He reached for the box and
started to tear open the paper bag wrapping. It was a shoe box and crammed
with used newspaper which he threw into the trash. There was a short note
attached to the video tape with scotch tape. It was difficult to read as it
was made with cutouts from newspapers and magazines. The note read:
Mr. Thorpp,
So project "SEX" was a stupid
idea ? Enjoy the tape.
Robert P. Thorpp broke out into a cold sweat. Shit ! He'd all but
forgotten about his work for the government, especially Project "SEX." That
had been one crazy idea and was only canceled because of all the down sizing
that went on just before he left government service. He looked at the tape
for a long time before he got up to plug it into his VRC. He punched "PLAY"
and leaned back against his desk.
The tape was scratchy at first but then the picture showed up bright and
clear. He blinked his eyes several times, not believing the pictures they
were sending to his brain. His wife, Barbra, was stripping off her clothes
and spewing forth a string of words he'd never heard her utter before.
"...honey...Get that cock of yours out...I'm horny as fuck and need a lot
of it today...I'm going to suck you dry...swallow every drop of cum in your
body and fuck that magnificent cock of yours until it's limp."
Robert felt faint. He watched as his wife got to her knees and then a
very large, erect penis entered the picture. Barbra quickly grabbed the cock
and brought it to her face. She swallowed about half of it and then started
to bob her head, her lips stretched around the huge meat. Every few moments
she'd pull the cock out of her mouth and lick it like a popsicle, up and down
and all around the head. Then plunge her mouth down on it, swallowing about
half of it and begin to slide her lips up and down it like a crazy woman.
Almost in the background Robert heard a moan and then the cock was out of
her mouth and shooting gobs and gobs of cum on to her face. The semen
splattered all over her lips, cheeks, chin and nose. She licked up as much of
it as she could and then sucked the cock back into her mouth. Again every few
moments she pull it out and lick the cum off of it and rub the shaft against
her face.
Robert was dizzy and staggered back to his chair and sat. His lovely
Barbra had never come close to acting like that with him. He'd never asked
her too but that wasn't the point. How for all these years could she hide
this from him and then the light bulb flashed on in Robert P. Thorpp's head.
"SEX !" Someone had perfected the project and fed it to his wife. This
wasn't his Barbra; this was a chemically altered Barbra. His fear was quickly
replaced with hate...a deep burning hate !
It was two hours before Robert P. Thorpp punched the cassette out of the
VCR. In that two hours, he watched his wife fuck and suck like a Las Vegas
Pro. She took it in the cunt, in the ass. Cum dribbled out of her mouth, her
cunt, her asshole. She yelled and screamed for the guy to fuck her harder and
faster. She begged him to fuck her in the ass; begged him to cum on her face;
begged him to drown her in cum. As disgusted as Robert was with the entire
scene, he got excited watching his wife perform like a whore and wished that
he was the guy giving her, what was obviously, the fucking of her life.
He wondered who the fuck this guy was ? The guy had a hardon the entire
time, never got soft. Maybe the stuff worked on both men and women ? Jesus,
that would make the guy a sexual superman ! The only way to stop him was to
kill him !
***** EPILOG *****
I had just returned from surfing. It was a little to early for a good
South swell to hit this part of the West coast and the waves were mediocre at
best. But when you're fifty and still surfing, you don't really give too much
a shit how good it is. You're just too stoked to still be surfing ! My
mother and Carol were up and reading the newspaper. It looked like they had
already had breakfast. Who knows where my dad was ?
I was fixing myself a breakfast burrito when Carol exclaimed, "Oh ! Wow !
Willy listen to this...Love Triangle in Irvine...That's the headline. It's on
page two of the local news. Rob Trancas was apparently shot and killed by
Robert P. Thorpp during a lover's quarrel yesterday at a condo in Ivrine. Mr.
Thorpp was then apparently shot and killed by his wife, Barbra M. Thorpp.
Mrs. Thorpp appeared to commit suicide in the same condo after the two
shootings. Mr. Thorpp was an administrator for the University of Irvine...It
goes on with a bunch of b.s. about Thorpp. Mrs. Thorpp was a house wife. Rob
Trancas worked for Industrial Chemical...And get this...Apparently Trancas
used to work for Thorpp on some top secret government projects back in the
eighties. Then there's a bunch of stuff about the funerals..."
Willy's mother interrupted with, "I know Barbra Thorpp. She's on the
executive committee at the tennis club...A nice woman."
I was imagining how nice she could be if she was hanging around with Rob
Trancas, especially if those pills of his worked. I wondered what happened to
all those pills. Jesus ! He had a whole mayonnaise jar full of those tiny
pink pills.
Carol looked up at Willy and blurted out, "Hey ! Willy, I wonder what
happened to all....." She looked over at Mrs. Tamarack and started laughing.
Willy joined her and then sat down to eat his breakfast burrito.
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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