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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
On the Run Again
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 staying at a friend's house in Cincinnati. The
friend flies for Southwest. He was on a trip, leaving Willy at home with his
wife and daughter. I just know Willy is going to get into trouble again but I
haven't figured out how. Willy's been fucking the fourteen year old daughter
for a couple of days, then it was mama's turn and then the two of them
together. Willy was a busy Jose........
When I woke the sun was just turning the sky pink. I could still taste
pussy on my lips and decided to brush my teeth and wash up a little. The bus
was almost empty. So this is how the other half travels ? For the majority
of my life I had either flown airplanes or flown in them. Traveling by bus
sucked. After freshening up, I wandered up front and attempted a conversation
with the bus driver. He was rather uncommunicative so I went back to my seat.
We arrived in Louisville about nine and I wandered around the bus depot for a
bit trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do now. I ended up
spending the night in Louisville in a shitty boarding house near the bus
depot. Over an equally shitty dinner at a greasy spoon I decided to head
further South.
Oh ! I suppose I could buy some warmer clothes and head North but the
Northeast has never been my cup of tea. The night I left Cincinnati it had
been damn cold. Going North, with the Fall and Winter coming on was not an
option. I didn't figure that Barbara or Tammy would talk to Carl about the
shenanigans that went on. I was pretty sure that Connie's husband had lost
the scent so I was free and clear on that account. I had spent some time on
temporary duty in the Florida panhandle. As I remembered it was rather nice
in the winter. Another day and a half the bus and I was in Florida.
*** CHAPTER ONE ***
I managed to get a room at the bachelor officers quarters on a military
base in the Florida panhandle. I spent two nights there paranoid that
somebody would bring the dogs through the rooms and catch me with my dope. On
my third day, operating out of the base, I find a rooming house with a room to
let. The small town by the base was primarily a tourist attraction. Winter
was approaching in the North and the streets here were crawling with snow
birds. I felt real lucky to get a room. It took me five minutes to move in
and I immediately moved most of my dope to one of those lockers you can rent
at bus terminals. Why I didn't do that earlier - I don't know ?
The woman who ran the boarding house was a bit older than me - probably
about 55 or so. Descent looking but maybe a little heavy. I'd fuck her,
given the chance. Shit, who wouldn't I fuck ?? I'm not sure I knew at this
point. After getting squared away I wandered up to the main drag. I entered
the first oyster bar I found and ordered a beer and a plate of oysters. There
was a sign hanging over the bar, "Help Wanted." The bar tender was a young
guy and he directed me to the manager when I asked about the job.
At first I thought the manager was black but her hair was too straight.
Her accent gave it away - Cuban. She was all business and was visibly
distressed when I said I couldn't give her any references. I showed her my
military ID and she said that was good enough for her and I had the job - bar
assistant - five to closing Thursday through Monday. Minimum wage plus a
split of the bar tips. She said that she wouldn't tolerate me coming to work
after I'd been drinking but other than that, my time was my own. I would
start the next evening. I stayed at the bar and watched the bar tender moving
liquor just about a fast as he could and offered to help him. Looks like I
really start tonight. I don't get home until well after one and was beat.
About three a.m. I'm wakened by the guy next door fucking the shit out of some
very loud young lady. I can actually hear the bed slamming against the wall
along with her moaning and groaning. I got hard listening to them fuck.
Time passes - a couple of weeks go by. The job is ok - no stress.
Carmen, the manager is pretty cool. She's pretty young. I figure about
twenty-four, maybe five. Short, very dark hair frames her face. Not good
looking but wouldn't scare you away either. Pretty good body, maybe a little
plump but with a nice ass. She didn't appear to have any boy friends and was
real friendly to all of the staff. After work we were allowed to cop a few
drinks on the house and I always took advantage of that. My days were spent
at the beach, catching rays. The woman who ran the boarding house would often
come by the oyster bar with her daughter. Her daughter was about eighteen or
nineteen just out of high school I figured. The mother, her name was Betty,
always sat near where I washed glasses. Always gave me a descent tip and was
rewarded with great service on my part. The daughter, Jill, I learned had
just graduated from high school last spring and was helping her mother run the
boarding house.
My next door neighbor in the boarding house apparently has the same young
lady over every Thursday evening as they would keep me up until all hours and
Friday morning was always a shitty morning. I was never able to find out who
the lady was and my neighbor was an older gentleman, probably a little older
than I was, and not very talkative. On my night off I was in my room just
having returned from a long walk on the beach where I got very stoned. There
was a knock on the door. Jill was standing in the door way and asked if she
could come in. She was a pretty attractive young lady. Long dark hair hung
past her shoulders. She had a nice smile and was wearing a short skirt with a
sweater. She sat in the chair and I sat on the bed. She beat around the bush
for a bit and then blurted out.
"Hey, if you're interested.....I could come and visit you on every Monday
night."
I answered, "That would be nice."
"Sure would be nice if you would buy me a new sweater or maybe some shoes.
I could pick them up when I come and visit next Monday."
Even stoned I knew this was not what I wanted to get into. "Well, you
know, I'm pretty busy on Monday's."
"Too busy to get a little of what your neighbor's been getting. He bought
me this sweater and skirt. Like'em ?"
"Very nice," I return and continue with, "but I just don't have the money
to buy you nice things now. I'll tell you what; I'll buy you a drink the next
time you come into the bar."
"A drink is hardly enough for me to come and visit you."
"Well, that's all I can afford right now."
I wasn't anywhere near to busted. In fact I had over a thousand dollars
hidden in my traveling bag that was also full of dope. The bag was sitting in
a locker at the bus terminal. I was making enough here to pay for the room
and board - even savin' some in fact. We continued for a bit - talking about
nothing in particular when she abruptly left. Several days later Betty came
into the bar very dressed up. She sat in her usual place and I had her usual
ready. We chatted a bit and she confided in me that she had a gentleman
coming to call. I sounded disappointed and told her I though she dressed up
for me. She laughed and said that she didn't realize that I was interested.
Well, I told her, if she had a friend already, I didn't want to butt in. She
laughed and said that this was the first time they had gone out and she
probably wouldn't go out with him again as he was the husband of a friend of
her's. About fifteen minutes later a much younger man came in and warmly
greeted Betty. They wasted little time in the bar and soon left.
The next morning I spied Betty getting out of a cab in the same dress she
was wearing the night before. It was about nine o'clock and I was on my way
to the beach, to go running. That night Betty was once again in the bar. She
spent most of the evening talking with friends and hardly paid any attention
to me. When the crowd died down about ten-thirty, Betty asked me when I was
going to buy her that drink. I didn't remember offering to buy her a drink
but did remember offering her daughter one. I drew her another beer on my tab
and we shot the shit until closing time. Carmen let Betty stay after closing
time and we shared a couple of beers before heading back to the boarding
house.
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
I wasn't surprised when she offered me a beer as I had been coming on to
her all night. I was hoping she'd give it away for free - I wasn't all that
hot for the "buy me something nice" routine that her daughter had given me.
Shit, I was close to six or seven years her junior - I figured - a real catch
for a middle aged woman. But then last night she had been out with a much
younger man than me, so who knows ? Jill and her occupied the entire
downstairs and the four boarders lived in the upstairs bedrooms. She got me a
beer from the kitchen and sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. She
was very direct.
"My daughter says that you turned down her offer ?" I nodded my head,
taking a swig of the beer. Now she was returning the favor and coming on to
me. I was figuring that she fucked that young guy last night, why not me
tonight !?
"I prefer women my own age." I answered when I finished swallowing. A
good line even though it was a lie. I preferred anyone who would fuck !?
She laughed and said that she was much older than I was and I returned
with she didn't look it. She went on to say that her daughter was spending
the night at her boy friend's place and that we had the whole place to
ourselves. One of her hands was playing with my pony tail. She asked if I
was a hippie ? I laughed and told her that I had spent twenty years flying
fighters for Uncle Sam. Her hand was now caressing the back of my neck and I
was starting to get aroused - hey ! It had been over a month since I'd been
laid and I was real horny. I asked is she would mind if I smoked a joint -
she was welcome to share it. She scolded me for keeping the dope in the
boarding house but said it was "ok" with her. I went upstairs and got a
joint. When I returned she was no where to be found. I wandered through the
kitchen and found the door to her room was open.
Betty was propped up in bed reading a book. The covers were around her
waist and her breasts were bare...And they were big breasts. Lots of sag but
real big tits. Her nipples were huge, well her areola were - light brown and
easily twice the size of silver dollars, with a nice large berry size nipple
in the middle of each. I torched up the joint. She put down her book. I
passed her the joint and began to take my clothes off. My cock was at half
mast by the time I got my pants off. I took the joint back and took a deep
drag. She reached out and stroked my cock - it got harder. I put the joint
in the ashtray on the night stand and reached for a breast. They were real
soft and real heavy. The nipple, I was playing with, was nice and spongy and
getting harder by the second.
Her mouth captured the head of my dick and I was in heaven. This woman
could suck cock. I pulled her head from my cock, watching her spittle stretch
out between my cock and her lips. I was hard, real hard. I pushed her back
on the bed and dropped to my knees. Her legs came up and she grabbed her
ankles. I buried my mouth in her cunt lips. She had almost no hair on her
twat. She wasn't quite shaved but had, maybe a weeks growth. I rubbed her
lips together and drove my tongue into her cunt. I painted her asshole with
saliva and then rose to fuck her. Her cunt lips were spread wide and gleamed
in the light. She kept a hold of her ankles while I poked my cock into her.
I didn't last long, maybe a hundred strokes or so. Probably didn't last five
minutes but boy, did I shoot a load into her. Before rolling off, her cunt
felt like a swimming pool.
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
She woke me up about three and told me to hit the road. I groggily
departed and was happy to find my room without making a lot of noise. I slept
very late the next morning and didn't arrive down stairs until just before I
was supposed to go to work. I never saw Betty but Jill was in the front yard
sunning herself. God, did this young cunt have a body, big tits, strong
thighs and a tremendous ass. She yelled to me as I walked up the street,
"Have a nice day, Willy." I waved back to her as I turned the corner to the
oyster bar. At the first lull, Dick, the bartender, told me he heard that I
had some dynamite weed. This was a real bad sign as I'd only gotten stoned
with one person and that was Betty, last night. He went on to say that Carmen
wanted to see both us after work. Later, during his break, Dick went to visit
Carmen in the office.
After the last cocktail waitress left, Carmen came into the bar and
started checking the register. Dick told me to beat it and get some dope. I
did and when I returned the bar was locked and I had to pound on the door.
Dick open up for me and guided me back to Carmen's office. She had finished
counting the money and was drinking a glass of red wine. I soon had a joint
making the rounds and the three of us were laughing and giggling. There was
another knock on the front door and Dick left to answer it. As soon as he
left Carmen looked up at me and said, "Betty says that you give great head,
Willy."
I laughed and said, "Word sure does travel fast around these parts."
Carmen just laughed and then Dick walked back into the room with another
guy and a young Hispanic girl. He introduced me to Clet. Clet was Jill's boy
friend, Dick said. I wondered if he knew Jill earned a little extra cash by
fucking the tenants at her mom's place ? Some whisky appeared and all of us
started drinking. The young girl said almost nothing other than a few words
to Carmen in Spanish. I was trying to get an angle on what was going on when
there was another knock on the front door. This time Clet left to answer it.
Dick and Carmen were laughing about something and another of my joints was
making the rounds. I noticed that the young Hispanic woman appeared either
real drunk or high on some drug. She would take incredibly big hits on the
joint making the rounds and Dick and Carmen were egging her on.
Just then Clet entered the room with another man. He was an older
gentleman, maybe sixty or so. Very well dressed. Clet introduced everyone
and I found out that the young girl's name was Maria. The older gentleman
went by the name of Mr. Hightower. I was starting to figure that this was all
pretty strange, especially as stoned as I was. In just a few minutes it all
became bizarre. Clet said something to Carmen that I didn't catch and she
rattled off a string of Spanish to Maria. Maria took a swig of whisky and
said something back to Carmen. Carmen got up and slapped the shit out of
Maria's face. Maria spit at her and started for the door. Dick stepped in
her way and drove a fist into her stomach. She folded and landed on the floor
in a heap. She was rolling around and moaning when I noticed that Mr.
Hightower had moved to sit behind Carmen's desk.
I asked, "Hey, what the fuck is going on ?"
Somebody told me to shut up, so I did.
Dick was the first to make a move and laughed, saying we were all going to
fuck Maria. I didn't laugh but said I was going to leave. Clet said that
wouldn't be a good idea as possession of marijuana was a felony in this state
and that he was pretty sure that I had plenty more where this stuff came from.
He went on to say that he had a real good working relationship with the local
cops and would really make some points turning me in. I froze, Maria was
still rolling around on the floor, Carmen had moved behind Mr. Hightower and
Dick was dropping his jeans.
"That's better asshole. You want to eat her first ?"
I shook my head no.
Dick was half out of his clothes and told me to do the same. I stayed
dressed, he shrugged his shoulders as he stepped out of his jeans. His cock
was tenting his jock shorts and from what I could see he had a lot more meat
than I did. As he started to pull her pants down he told me not to worry.
Mr. Hightower was a local city councilman and liked to watch young girls get
it from more than one guy. He went on to say that he had done this several
times - it was a kick. I didn't think it would be a kick for Maria but I kept
that to myself. I looked over at Mr. Hightower and found that Carmen was on
her knees between his legs fishing his cock out of his pants. Apparently Mr.
Hightower liked a little head while he watched.
When I looked back, Dick was tossing her jeans into the corner and working
on her white under panties. Clet had also dropped his jeans and was sporting
a big hardon. Dick had her panties off and I gazed at her bush - a dark mass
of curls at the junction of her thighs. His hardon was bobbing around as he
peeled her blouse off. Clet helped him. Her tits were bare and well over a
hand full, topped with a small areola which was almost all nipple.
Dick kept up a litany of talk while stripping her, then pulled her to her
feet and laid her on the desk. Clet asked again if I wanted to eat her as he
had heard I liked to eat pussy. I again shook my head no and sat in a vacant
chair. I told them I'd just watch if it was ok. No sweat Clet said as Dick
buried his cock in her cunt and started fucking the shit out of her. I was
starting to get hard when he rolled her over and entered her doggie style, her
legs dangling over the desk top. He went on for the longest time then finally
yelled out his orgasm. When he pulled out of her, he spread the cheeks of her
ass and let me and Mr. Hightower watch his jizzim dribble out of her cunt. He
rested for a bit and another joint made the rounds as Clet mounted her and
fucked the living shit out of her. Maria moaned and groaned through out the
entire ordeal, not loud but constant. Dick played with himself until he was
hard and then fucked her again. Carmen must have gargled Mr. City Councilman
a couple of times or more. I just watched and it was past three when I
finally made it to my room. I was not sure that this was the place to be.
About time to be moving on, Willy.
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
There was a knock on my door at nine. It was Clet. I'm sure this was
going to be bad news. He told me not to leave town or do anything stupid. I
nodded but added little to the conversation. After arriving home the night
before, I had packed all my stuff and stored it in the locker down at the bus
terminal - that had my dope in it. As soon as the time was right I was ready
to book. I went to work as usual at five and strangely no one said a word
about the previous evening. Jill came into the bar at about eleven and said
that Clet wanted to see Dick when he had a break. Dick left immediately and
Jill sat with me at the bar. Dick was back in a few moments and told me that
Clet wanted to see me.
Jill said that she would take me to him. Here comes the real bad part, I
was sure of it. Jill lead me to her mother's room. Clet was sitting on the
edge of the bed. Betty was nude, on her knees, between his leg, sucking his
cock. He was taking off his shirt and told me to get comfortable, that
tonight was the only night I would get to fuck either Betty or Jill again,
unless I paid for it. I looked over at Jill, she had her blouse off and had
her hands behind her back removing her bra. Jesus, her tits were as big as
her mother's but much higher on her chest and topped with the largest areola
and nipples I had ever seen. I was getting hard just looking at her take her
clothes off. Her bush was a very small triangle at the junction of her
thighs. She walked over to me and stroked my cock through my pants. Clet
laughed as she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock from my pants. What
could I do ??
She gave an excellent blow job just like her mother did. I pulled her up
by the hair and pushed her onto the bed on her back. She pulled her legs up
and grabbed her ankles just like mama did. Her cunt lips were bare, shaved
clean. I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her slit. I soon had
her nice and slick so I rose and filled her. Nice and tight too. I was
really fucking the shit out of her before I noticed that she was just laying
there gawking off into space. I was too close to cuming to care. Here it
came - spurt after spurt of warm seamen filled her cunt. I kept pumping for a
long time after I came but never got a response from her. Clet was still
watching and Betty was still sucking his cock. When I rolled off Jill, he
wasted no time taking my place. Clet was a bull - just fucking the life out
of her - I mean a wild man, his cock pistoning in and out of her at a
tremendous speed.
Betty crawled over to me and began sucking on my dick. I was getting hard
again watching them fuck. Jill was yelling and screaming - about every other
sound was "fuck." I couldn't believe that Clet could last this long and at
the same speed too......slap, slap, slap, slap. Finally he pulled out and
pumped his jizzim all over Jill's stomach and chest. Her large tits were
heaving and the cum rolled down her sides to the bed and onto her stomach.
God, he kept shooting jizzim onto her. He finally squeezed the last drops
onto her cunt and then rolled away.
"Your turn, Willy. She's just getting warmed up. I'm sure you've heard
her when she's next door with your neighbor." He went on to say that he
usually warms her up for a date and if he's out of town then Dick does. I was
in her. She was wild. I pulled out of her and rolled her over. Betty said
something about another back door man. Clet laughed as I started fucking the
holy shit out of her doggie style. Really pounding her senseless. The noise
she made was continuous and loud. The whole boarding house must have heard
us. I was much too tired after leaving them to get my shit together to leave
town.
*** CHAPTER FIVE ***
The next morning Clet woke me at ten and said he had to talk with me. We
met at the bar where he proceeded to outline the kind of work he was in. He
and Betty, he said, provided some of the local politicians and a lot of the
visiting snow birds with women, men, boys, girls, whatever. He wondered if I
would like to make some good money taking care of a tourist for an evening. I
told him I had to work and he told me Dick would cover it. I asked exactly
what was expected of me. He was very straight forward. I would be given
money and was to use it to wine and dine a woman who was paying for my
services. And if she wanted me to fuck her ? Clet said, "Well, then fuck
her. She's paying for it." I asked how much I got and he said $250. I could
really run my savings up a bit - it was now down to about a grand - who the
fuck am I kidding - this is way out of my league. I figured that I'd play
along until I found a way out and then hit the road again.
That evening I met the woman at another local oyster bar after getting a
room at a cheap motel north of town. The woman was very plain looking but not
really bad looking. She wore her brown hair short and had dark glasses on.
She was over dressed in a skirt and blouse with some expensive shoes. After
just two drinks she asked if we could leave and go to a motel. I caught us a
cab and soon we were on our way to the Pines Motel.
The room was small with just a double bed and bathroom. Hardly enough
room to get around the bed into the bathroom. The lady told me her name was
Sally. I laughed and said ok. I had picked the hotel for two specific
reasons. First, the bathroom had a large window that was easy to get out of.
I had it open. Second, there was lots of brush right outside the bathroom
window - real easy to get lost in. I had brought a bottle and Sally and I had
another drink. I don't think Sally is too much older than I am. She has a
very cloying perfume on and is visibly pleased when I come over and sit with
her on the bed. She's a good kisser and I soon have her blouse open and her
tits bare. Not much more than a handful here and small areola with berry
nipples. I'm sucking on them when I run my hand up under her skirt. She is
wearing a girdle and what I figure to be panty hose.
I drop to the floor and get both of my hands up under her skirt and pull
her underwear to the floor. I get several peeks at her hairy snatch as I
wrestled with her girdle. She laughed a lot and only stopped when I started
licking her upper thighs and working toward her crotch. I pried her knees
apart and now could smell her. She was turned on and gave off a strong sexual
smell. My tongue buried itself in her thick bush and searched for her cunt.
I finally cleared away the hair and started licking her cunt lips - long
swipes from her cunt to her clit. She was moaning and moving her hips wildly
around on the bed. My cock was hard and I figured that I best get it in her
before it wilted. I didn't think that she would suck it. I got into her
easily and immediately started fucking her. She was real wet and sloppy. I
might last a good while in this cunt. I was really pounding her when the
knock on the door came.
"Hey, Sally, you in there, honey ?" Jesus, what the fuck was this. "Open
the door, honey, and tell the guy who's fucking you that I'm going to beat the
shit out of him while you watch and then fuck your brains out."
I'm up off the bed and into my shorts, grab my jeans and heading toward
the bathroom and the open window before Sally can react. The small room is in
my favor and it's a while before Sally can get the door open. I'm long gone,
carrying my jeans with just my shorts on - high tailing it through the brush.
I lost my tennis shoes but who cares. It takes me about two hours to get to
the bus terminal and I make a bee line to my locker and get my stuff. I dress
in the restroom and am on the first bus to leave, having to wait a very
uncomfortable thirty minutes in the terminal.
I don't relax a bit until I'm about a hundred miles north of town. The
bus is on the interstate, cruising at about 65 or so. I'm sitting about
midway back just staring out the window. I've got my traveling bag, an old
air force B4 bag between my legs. Right on top is a bundle of mail and a note
from my neighbor back home in Las Vegas. Mrs. Abernathy's short note told me
all about the cops rousting my place and the large number of people asking my
whereabouts. Most of the mail is junk mail. I wonder why she sent it ? In
amongst the junk mail is an envelope from my doctor. I'd had a physical exam
just before the shit hit the fan in Las Vegas. I glance at the lab results
and wondered why the doctor sent this without a letter of explanation. One of
the tests is outlined in red. The PSA test. I wonder what that means ?
Further scrutiny reveals that PSA stands for prostate specific antigen.
The fine print states that elevated PSA often.....the word "cancer" springs
off the page and burns itself into my eyeballs. Cancer.....Oh ! Fuck !
After what seemed like an hour staring out the window I wander up front and
ask the driver what the first stop is. Atlanta.........Looks like I'm heading
to Atlanta.
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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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