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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
Ol' Willy Had a Farm
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'd been lying low after escaping from a drug bust in
Southern Alabama; staying with a mother and her five daughters plus a modern
day hippie - a throwback to the sixties. Then he fell in love with a young,
married librarian while researching marijuana cultivation and keeping up on
the latest in Prostate Cancer research.....
I was in no hurry. Boise wasn't that far. I had thought a lot about
where to set up my farm and Southern Idaho seemed to be the best bet. Jeremy
had talked a lot about the heat generated by the artificial sun and that
worried me some what. Boise had mild Summers, probably a lot like Ogden and
it was near an air force base so I could use my base privileges, although
money was not a problem any more - not with close to 200 grand from the drug
thing.
Within two days I found the perfect place. The house was on the out
skirts of Boise, in a middle class sub-division and had a large unfinished
room in the cellar or basement or whatever they called it here. I worked my
ass off for the first two weeks; lining the room, ceiling to floor, with
aluminum foil. Setting up the lamps to create my artificial sun, sterilizing
and filling empty milk cartons with the lava and vermiculite medium I had
chosen and connecting them all to the irrigation system that I copied from
Jeremy.
I started with a hundred of the Jamaican seeds and got about sixty or so
to sprout. About fifty of those flourished. When they were a foot tall, I
sexed them and then threw out all the males. That left me with twenty-eight
females which I cloned and now had about a hundred plants growing in the room.
The original twenty-eight were further along than the clones and would cast a
shadow on their offspring so I built a track on the ceiling and rigged up the
lights so that they would travel around the ceiling and give equal light to
the entire room. I was really stoked and by mid-May had over a hundred plants
anywhere from a foot to over three and a half feet tall.
I was eager to get some to flower so I constructed a flowering room
upstairs. My effort went for naught though because I couldn't move the more
mature plants from the growing room as their roots were too much a part of the
plumbing. So I decided to wait until the smallest plants were in the three to
four foot range and then started cutting back the sun until I had them on a
twelve/twelve schedule.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
The attic was damn hot. There was a breeze, though. It was created by a
fan I had rigged up to circulate the air. The thermometer registered ninety
seven degrees. Well, it was close to three o'clock, the warmest part of the
day. I had just climbed into the attic to check on the bud that was drying on
the racks I had constructed. I carefully turned them, much like you would
turn meat on a barbecue. The bud, that was totally dried out, was carefully
placed in a zip lock baggie. Just yesterday I had trimmed the last of the bud
from the plants and changed the timer to slowly build my artificial sun back
up to twenty four hours of sun light.
It was the last week of June. It had been a very boring three and a half
months. I bought a computer out at the base and connected myself to the
Internet. The computer filled my time. I corresponded with my prostate
cancer buddies and wrote new friends about my marijuana cultivation. I wasn't
stupid. I discovered the world of anonymous post offices and had a number of
alias. I rarely ventured out of the neighborhood except to go to the base for
food. The house I had rented was unfurnished so early on I had gone from
garage sale to garage sale and picked up enough to get by. I'd really had to
ration my meager stash of maryjane during the months spent farming but that
was about to change.
I was so stoked coming down from the attic, I could hardly control myself.
Two days ago I had taken the driest bud and rolled it in the green leaves of
the plants that were still flourishing in the growing room. I had rolled five
cigar-like looking joints. They had been curing in the attic. They were
ready and so was I. My favorite dinner - fried rice and spring rolls - was
already prepared and waiting to be heated in the cheap microwave I bought at
the BX. I had also bought a cheap stereo along with several CDs. Like the
song says, "Tonight's the night." I put the dried bud in the freezer but not
before taking out one of the fat joints I had rolled.
I put on The Doors, popped the top on a diet Pepsi and moistened the
cigar-like looking joint I held in my hand. I sat on the worn couch I used
for a bed in the den and lit the joint. The smoke was smooth and I
complimented myself on following the curing instructions I had found while
surfing the internet. I felt the effects while taking the second drag and
during the third, my head was floating. By the forth, I was zoned and put the
joint in the ashtray. I laid back against the couch and listened to Jim belt
out "break on through to the other side." I was definitely on the other side.
All thoughts of dinner had vanished as I tripped about the room without
leaving the couch. It might have been pride; I'm sure it was but I felt that
this bud was better than the stuff Jeremy was growing back in Ogden.
I don't remember how but I ended up in the growing room talking with my
plants. Telling them what a great job they had done and how happy I was with
them. Thoughts of just staying here and growing dope floated through my mind
as "The End" drifted down stairs into the growing room. I woke about midnight
and wandered up stairs to eat. I was famished.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
Kelly Winston had lived in Boise most of her adult life. She'd moved out
West from New York in the late '70's with her first husband who was a forestry
major. He was dead set against kids and the marriage broke up. Her second
husband was a trucker and spent most of each month on the road, "bringing home
the bacon" as he called it. At this point in her life, Kelly liked the time
alone that her husband's monthly trips afforded her. It gave her time to
herself. Their two children were in junior high school and Kelly was starting
to appreciate their independence. Both of the boys were in the mountains a
couple of miles East of their home, hiking. They wouldn't be home until late
afternoon. She was sitting on her back porch watching a couple of birds
building a nest in one of the fruit trees in their back yard.
I wandered out into the back yard of the place I rented and lit the joint
I started last night. I had just finished mixing a batch of fertilizer and
feeding the plants. For the last couple of weeks, since the weather started
warming up, I would often start the day with a joint on the back patio. I was
usually an early riser but today had slept past seven. Probably because I got
so fucking ripped last night I could hardly remember what day it was. I sat
in the beat up lawn chair, I bought at a yard sale for two-fifty, and took
another hit. God ! Was this good shit or what ?! I was convinced that it
was much better than Jeremy's and couldn't stop congratulating myself.
Kelly smelled the sweet fragrance of marijuana. She'd smelled the
fragrance several times in the last couple of weeks and figured it was her
imagination. Today she was sure it was hemp; it must be the guy who was
renting the house next door. Kelly was familiar with the smell of marijuana
but it had been twenty years since she'd smoked any. She was a flower child.
Born in the late forties and raised in the '50's and '60's. Kelly got up out
of her lounge chair and wandered toward the fence that separated their
property from the rental next door. She peeked through the slats in the
fence. There he was, smoking what looked like a small cigar.
Kelly had rarely seen the guy next door. About the only thing she noticed
about him was his pony tail. He kept to himself; probably hadn't left the
house a dozen times in the last three months, she thought. The weed smelled
good. Maybe she'd wander next door and bring him a house warming present ?
She laughed to herself. Shit ! He'd been living next door for three months
or so. How asinine would that be ?!
I wandered back into the house to get my tea out of the microwave and put
on some music. Nothing like a little "Morning with Morrison." The sounds of
The Doors soon filled the kitchen as I putzied with my breakfast. After
breakfast I wandered down to the basement and visited with my plants. Got to
keep'em happy ! At a little after nine the door bell rang. At first I
thought it was the phone but as I rushed up stairs to answer it, realized that
I didn't have a phone, just the computer hookup. I started laughing and then
the door bell rang again. I froze. Who the fuck could that be ? I didn't
know a soul here and liked it that way. Nobody to fuck with my farming.
I walked quickly to the front room and peeked out between the curtains.
I recognized my next door neighbor standing on the front porch. She looked
totally harmless, dressed in a halter top and some hip huggin' bell bottoms,
carrying a tray of what appeared to be brownies. About my age and pretty
decent looking with blond hair and a dynamite set of tits. To say I was
starved for companionship was an understatement. Come on, now. Talking to
plants every day is not exactly the heights of social intercourse.
The door bell rang again. I couldn't get to the door fast enough. "Hi !
It's the F.B.I. ! You're busted.....Just joking." I recognized the line from
Cheech and Chong. I laughed and threw my arms up into the air. She laughed
and then continued, "You probably think I'm nuts but I brought you a belated
house warming present." She had a tremendous smile, full of real white teeth.
I tried to keep my eyes off of her bosom and the hint of cleavage she was
showing. "I'm Kelly Winston."
"I'm Willy." A bit of paranoia set in and I wasn't sure how to proceed.
"Hope you like brownies." She said, holding out the plate. "I'm not
really with the F.B.I. Can I come in ?" I opened the door wider and allowed
her to enter.
I led her to the kitchen and started fixing another cup of tea. "Green
tea - ok ?" I called back over my shoulder. She nodded her head. I had two
cups in the microwave and was busy getting some paper napkins out.
"These would be a lot better if I had some good weed to mix with the
brownie mix but my old man gets drug tested about every other week and doesn't
like the temptation around. Anyway, smelled the great stuff you were smoking
this morning...." No sense in telling him that her old man was dead set
against smoking of any kind or that she hadn't toked on a joint in over twenty
years.
I had come down a bit from this morning and was mentally kicking myself
for not being more careful. Shit ! If she was going to bust me, she'd have
just called the cops and watched the bust from her house.
"Why don't you sit down, Kelly." I interrupted her and then wandered out
to the den, found the roach I'd toked on this morning and brought it back to
the kitchen.
The microwave bell chimed and I threw the roach on the counter top. The
only furniture in the kitchen was a dilapidated chair and a small table. I
brought the tea over and placed the cups on the table. Kelly was sitting in
the chair. I took a sip of my tea; it was hot.
"Watch the tea, Kelly, it's real hot." I picked the roach up off the
counter top and torched it.
I handed it to Kelly as she put her cup back on the table. She took a
deep drag and then exhaled. "Wow ! This is smooth smoke...Aah...What kind of
tea is this ?" I was tokin' on the roach and moving toward the refrigerator
to get another joint out of the freezer. I wasn't sure she was talking about
the dope or the tea.
I looked back at her and told her it was Japanese Green Tea. We continued
to pass the roach back and forth and then lit up the new one and before long
were stoned as shit - laughing and giggling at just about anything either of
us said. Kelly left in the early afternoon after the two of us munched on
some of my fried rice, shared a couple of diet Pepsis and of course, had a
couple of brownies.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
Kelly visited often - just about every day, when her husband was out of
town. It was obvious to me that she was as starved for adult companionship as
I was. Every day she would bring leftovers or whatever. Occasionally I would
cook. We'd get super stoned and share lunch, usually talking about nothing in
particular. I was thankful for the company and looked forward to her visits.
She started bringing day old newspapers and I would save them until after she
left and then peruse the news. Living without a TV was a new experience for
me. I found myself starved for news.
I often thought about making a play for her. Although she never really
flirted with me, she was obviously very comfortable around me. She often went
without a bra and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her breasts as they
roamed around inside her blouse or under her shift. I figured that I'd be
stupid to fuck up a good thing though; after all she lived next door and her
husband was a big mother fucker. I laughed at the old saying we used in the
air force; "You don't shit in your own backyard." Plus I didn't want to have
to leave unexpectedly because I had a lot of capital invested in the basement.
I had just come upstairs after fertilizing the plants when the door bell
rang. The farm was still flourishing and I was trying to decide when to cut
back the lights again and force the little fuckers to bud. Kelly was dressed
in a white shift that I had seen plenty of times before - something like what
Mama Cass would wear - although it looked a lot better on Kelly. To be
honest, I liked it because she never wore a bra with it and I loved watching
her tits bounce around under it. We settled in the backyard and were passing
one of my cigar-like looking joints back and forth.
Jim Wright would be a senior in high school when the new semester started
in the Fall. His family was Willy's other neighbor. He had lived in Boise
all his life and was quite the man about campus. He had been out late the
night before, as usual, with his girl friend and some of their friends. Jim
was up early this morning, an unusual event for him. He was lying in bed
trying to decide if he should get up when he smelled the strong scent of
Willy's dope. He hopped out of bed and rushed to his open window. He could
see his neighbor and Mrs. Winston sitting in the grass passing a "blunt" back
and forth.
Jim was no stranger to dope smoking. He'd been smoking since he'd been in
the eighth grade and had been introduced to the "evil weed" when he was a
freshman. He was also no stranger to Mrs. Winston as he used to mow her lawn
when he was younger. He'd had a lot of nasty fantasies about her and her big
tits. That was before he started getting laid regularly. Since then he'd
forgotten all about Kelly Winston. She looked pretty good this morning
though, he thought. He could tell from here that she wasn't wearing a bra and
could practically visualize her nipples through the shift she was wearing. He
wondered if the hippie guy next door was fucking her while her old man was out
on a trip ?
I got up and wandered inside. I was really trippin' but then so was
Kelly. We had hardly said a word since lighting up the joint. I got myself a
Pepsi and was sitting on the couch. The stereo was playing some Big Brother
and the Holding Company. Kelly was standing in the doorway to the back yard
and swaying to the music. I looked up from the newspaper and could see her
body silhouetted by the morning sun. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as
she danced in the doorway. She almost appeared naked and I was sure she
didn't have a stitch on under her shift. I glanced up at her face and found
her staring at me.
She laughed a little laugh and then said, "Did I ever tell you about
Woodstock ?" I shook my head from side to side and went back to watching her
move to the music. She went onto say that she had broken up with her boy
friend of six years, earlier in the Summer of '69. They had gone together all
through high school and even went off to college together. She had caught
him, higher than a kite on marijuana, fucking the shit out of some high school
sophomore at a party. At the time she had never smoked dope but was having
plenty of sex with the son of a bitch. Shortly after that she started smoking
a little "weed" with her girl friends.
Later that Summer some friends of hers asked her if she wanted to go to
this big outdoor concert; she begged off because she really wasn't that
interested and was sure everyone would just get stoned and lay around saying
stupid things. One of her neighbors at the time, had just graduated from high
school and his parents had given him a brand new VW van just like Willy's -
well, Willy's wasn't brand new but.....Woodstock had started Friday evening
and already the word was out that this was the concert of concerts. New York
radio stations were giving updates every fifteen minutes. The next morning,
while the family was working in the yard, she could hear the kid begging his
parents to let him to go. On a whim said she would go with him and make sure
he didn't get into any trouble.
They picked up a friend of his and off they went. Well, by the time they
got anywhere near ol' Max Yasgur's farm, the roads were jammed and traffic was
at a stand still. Her neighbor finally pulled the van off the side of the
road and the three of them sat there wondering when traffic would start moving
again. The neighbor produced a joint and soon the three of them were stoned
as fuck. A little later they ended up in the rear of the van, smoking another
joint. The van had a decent eight track and they were listening to Jefferson
Airplane. The joint went back and forth and the three of them got really
wired. She didn't remember how it started but she remembered kissing her
neighbor's friend and then kissing her neighbor. One thing lead to another
and soon she was naked and so were they.
Each of the young men had one of her tits in their mouths and a hand
between her legs. They took turns fingering her and soon took turns fucking
her. She couldn't believe how wet she was as their cocks slid in and out of
her cunt. She was on fire and couldn't get enough of them. When one of them
came she would suck him until he was hard as the other banged his dick in and
out of her. They finally exhausted themselves and then slept until the sun
was high in the sky. People were leaving the concert and the roads were some
what moving. They got back into their clothes, climbed into the front seat of
the van and drove home.
I was getting hard imagining what it was like in that van over twenty-five
years ago. Kelly was still moving to the music and then abruptly stopped,
walked into the den and pulled her shift up over her head. I was right, she
was naked under it. Her breasts were like over-ripe fruit and hung down on
her chest, topped with large dark brown areola, nipples the size of grapes
were centered in each. She had wide hips - a real earth mother - her bush a
dark brown, almost black and I was as hard as rock. She slowly walked toward
me. I couldn't get my pants off fast enough. She smiled when my boner was
free of my shorts and climbed right up onto my lap as I struggled out of my
"T" shirt. She guided the head of my dick to her cunt. She was hardly wet
but I poked myself into her anyway and then she became a wild woman, bouncing
up and down on my cock like she hadn't been fucked in years.
Jim jumped over the fence, that separated his parent's yard from Willy's,
after he saw Kelly pull her shift up over her head and caught a glimpse of her
as she walked into Willy's house, totally naked. He was right, the hippie
fucker was fucking the shit out of her. He crept across the yard and crawled
to the door. He peeked around the corner and found Kelly Winston bouncing up
and down on the hippie guy's lap. The guy had his hands on her ass and Jim
had a great view of the guy's cock sliding in and out between the cheeks of
her ass. Even though his girl friend had fucked and sucked him dry last
night; he started to get hard watching and listening to this middle-aged woman
bouncing up and down on this guy's cock.
I was in heaven. I had my face buried between Kelly's large tits, sucking
and licking like crazy; my hands had a hold of her ass and she was making
enough noise to wake the dead. Kelly's cunt had become super juicy and I was
pumping like I hadn't in months. I knew I wouldn't last long and tried to
slow down but the natural urge over came any self control that I thought I
had. As Kelly was screaming out her orgasm, I started pumping three months of
pent up desire into her womb. She kept bouncing up and down on me and I kept
pumping myself in and out of her until my cock finally shrunk and I slipped
out of her. She finally came to rest on my lap.
"God ! I've wanted to do this since the first time I came over here,
Willy." I laughed and admitted that I'd had the same thoughts. "Then how
come you never did anything about it ?" I laughed again and explained why I
didn't think it was a good idea that we become intimate. I left out the part
about having to leave the farm if the shit hit the fan.
Kelly was licking and sucking on my neck while I explained my reasoning.
When I finished she licked up to my ear and asked me if I was ready to go
again. I pulled her face to mine and started kissing her. Kelly broke off
the kiss, slithered off my lap and got to her knees between my legs. My dick
was already starting to get hard, just thinking about what I knew she was
going to do. Her head went down to my lap and I felt her lips capture the
head of my rapidly expanding cock. I threw my head back and wrapped my hands
in her blond hair.
When Kelly slid off Willy's lap, Jim quickly turned and put his back to
the wall. He didn't want to get caught. When he peeked back around the
corner a few moments later, the blood rushed to his groin. Jesus, Mrs.
Winston was sucking the guy off. Unconsciously he started stroking his cock
through his jeans. God ! Would he love to walk in there and bury his cock in
her doggie style. He'd never had a woman. While he'd fucked lots of girls,
they were all his own age or younger. Shit ! She was really working on the
guy. He'd only had a couple of the girls, he'd fucked, suck cock the way
Kelly Winston was sucking this guy. Look at her head bob in his lap. If he
didn't cool it he'd blow a load in his pants.
I was as hard as I got and pulled Kelly's head out of my crotch by her
hair. She was giggling and slowly got to her feet. I pulled her down on to
the couch and in no time rolled her over and crawled between her legs. She
was an inferno inside and I was pumping to beat the band. She was like a
snake under me. Her legs were up around my waist and hips, her heels beating
on the back of my thighs and ass.
"Come on, Willeeeee ! Faster, lover. Come on...Come on !" I was pumping
as fast as I could. The sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room
and drifted out on to the patio where Jim was watching again.
Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap. I had just lifted myself up on my arms
when Kelly started to come again. "Aaaaahhh ! Jesuuus ! I'mmmmm cummming !
Yeaaaaa ! Uggh....Ooohhh ! Soooo..goooood !" Almost immediately she slowed
her movements and then just held me, her hands on my shoulders and her legs
still wrapped around me. Her upper body was covered in perspiration, her
chest heaving, breath coming in ragged gulps. I still had a ways to go and
was tired of just pumping myself in and out of her.
I pulled out of her cunt and slid myself up on her stomach. She asked me
what the fuck I was doing. My cock was hard up against my stomach, slick with
our juices. She was staring at it when I told her to push her tits together.
She giggled and complied. I leaned forward and buried my cock in her
cleavage. I started pumping immediately, looking down and watching her try to
lick the head of my dick as it poked out of the top of her cleavage every
other stroke or so. She told me if I was longer, she could suck on it while I
fucked her tits. I laughed and then she let her tits fall aside and gobbled
me up. I didn't last four or five strokes in her mouth and as I exploded into
her, could hear her gargling and choking on my seamen. She pushed me away and
coughed. Seamen and spittle dribbled from her mouth.
Jim couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mrs. Winston had sucked the guy
dry. To most of the girls he knew, a blow job was just for getting you hard
so you could fuck 'em. Only his present girl friend had allowed him to cum in
her mouth and then only on special occasions. Jesus, look at the cum running
out of her mouth. That hippie fucker really pumped a load into her. She's
lucky she didn't drown. He quickly moved away from the door as Willy leaned
down and kissed Kelly. Jesus, right after he came in her mouth, too. He had
to admit though that this hippie fucker had got Mrs. Winston hotter than most
of the girls he'd ever been with and sometimes he'd fuck them three or four
times. Shit ! The guy'll never get it up again after that load. With that,
Jim high-tailed it back over the fence; promising himself to keep a close eye
on his neighbors. He'd sure like to get into Kelly Winston pants and figured
the hippie fucker wouldn't be able to keep up with her - he hoped !?
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
Kelly and I were lying in each other's arms when the grenade went off.
"How come you've never offered to show me your farm ?" She asked.
The question blew me away. I stretched to reach the cheap end table and
found the joint we had shared a while ago. I torched it up, took a long hit
and just stared at her. "Who says I have a farm ?"
"Oh ! Come on, Willy. In the last month, we've smoked close to an ounce
of the greatest dope I've ever smoked. You never leave the house. Don't have
any visitors, except me. I'm not stupid. The papers are always talking about
how the best dope is now grown in the United States. Shit ! It's the number
one cash crop in Hawaii and California. You don't try to hide the bags of
dope you have in the freezer. Jesus ! You must have a couple of pounds of
the shit."
I passed the joint to her and just stared into her eyes. She took a big
drag, her eyes slits as she sucked the smoke into her lungs. When she
finished, I struggled to get off the couch and held out my hand. Kelly got up
off the couch and took my hand. I led her to the basement and opened the door
to the growing room.
"Oh ! Wow !" Is all she said. I closed the door behind us. She
couldn't stop saying, "Wow !" The plants had started back into the vegetative
state and were getting bushy again. They were about shoulder high and really
starting to fill out. I was thinking that I should start cutting the lights
back when Kelly snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. One
of her hands slid down into my pubic hair and wrapped itself around my spent
cock.
"Willy, do you have another boner in your pants for me ?"
I laughed and told her, "I'm not wearing any pants."
She laughed and then was in front of me, on her knees, sucking my cock. I
just looked over the sea of green before me and felt an eager set of lips
sliding up and down on my pole. Jim was wrong. Willy did get it up again and
fucked Kelly at the bottom of the stairs and then after a shower, ate her for
close to an hour on the bathroom floor.
The next several days were almost carbon copies. Kelly would come over
early. We'd get stoned out in the back yard and usually start fucking in the
grass. It was the morning that Kelly told me her husband would be home
tomorrow. She was still riding me after damn near sucking my brains out
through the head of my penis. I'd come a while ago and she was still grinding
her leaking cunt against my groin. She loved sucking me back to life when my
cock and pubic hair were soaked in seamen. I couldn't remember a woman who
loved the taste of cum so much. She had started to slither down my body. Her
tongue had just passed my nipples and was working it's way toward my belly
button.
My cock was starting to get hard. I loved having her ream out my navel
while she ground her tits against my hardening cock. Usually that's all it
took and I was as hard as stone, pulling her up on me or rolling her over in
the grass and fucking her brains out. She passed my navel and started licking
my cock, then my balls. I was hard enough to fuck her but let her continue
because it felt so damn good. Her mouth was around the head of my dick, her
hand pumping my shaft. When she took her hand away, she plunged her mouth
down and wrapped her lips around the base of my cock; I grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her up on top of me. My hands went to her ass. She was
already moving on me - really riding me, her hands on my shoulders - sliding
back and forth on my cock.
I wasn't moving at all and as my orgasm approached, threw my head back. I
was yelling fuck or some other expletive and Kelly was joining me in the
chorus. My hips were bucking up between her legs and my cock was spewing my
cum up into her spazaming cunt. Her areola were covered with goose bumps, the
nipples hard knobs of sensitive flesh. As I leaned forward to capture one in
my mouth, I saw him. I fell back on the grass and stared at the neighbor boy
next door who was watching the scene on my back lawn from his second story
bedroom window.
I just lay there staring at the kid. Kelly was still moving on me,
oblivious to everything, other than the pleasure she was feeling. Shit !
What horrible timing, with her old man coming home tomorrow. I finally
managed to lean up and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Not much I
could do about it now - I'd already shit in my back yard !
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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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