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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
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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
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The Travels of Willy Tamarack
Over Here, Over There
Part Two
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
It was early afternoon before I felt rested enough to make it out of bed.
I showered and shaved before heading out to the air terminal. When I arrived
I found there were no more flights to the "land of the big BX" today. I
scanned the schedule and figured my best bet would be tomorrow morning so I
headed over to the Outback, the O'club casual bar. I was nursing my second
beer when in walks Pamela Finis. She went right to the bar and ordered. I
glanced at my watch...two-twenty, a little early for a one star's wife to be
having a drink. She was into her second drink, looked like scotch to me,
maybe bourbon, when she noticed me. I waved. She just stared passed me like
I wasn't there. Just as well.
I got up to take a leak and when I got back, Pamela got out of her chair
and walked over to where I was sitting at the end of the bar.
"I'm surprised they let you in here, with that scraggly hair of yours."
She started. "You know, you really embarrassed General Greggor and just about
everyone else there, the other day at the change of command. I would have
thought a retired officer would have had more respect for the air force."
"Pam, sit down and have another drink. You're full of more shit than your
old man and I thought he took the cake." She looked offended and really
pissed as I flagged the bartender and motioned for another round. "You ought
to get out and meet some new people. You know this air force life isn't going
to last forever." When the bartender approached with our drinks I told him to
pick up Ms. Finis' purse and bring it over here.
"What the hell do you think you're doing ? I have no intention of sitting
with you." She turned to go but the bartender was half way back with her
purse. She looked confused.
I pushed the drink toward her and took a firm hold of her arm. "Sit your
ass down on the bar stool, Pam. Just think of all the juicy rumors that will
start if someone sees you sitting here with me, pony tail and all. Jesus,
what will people think ? Some might even think you have a life other than the
air force but then you're not in the air force are you ?" Her arm was still
very tense and I had to squeeze it harder before she sat. "Who knows, you
might have a great time sitting here, having a drink with retired Major
Tamarack, United States Air Force, a highly decorated combat veteran.
She took a sip of her drink and moved her purse away from me. She was
looking straight a head. I lit up a cigarette.
"I wish you wouldn't smoke."
"I wish you weren't such an asshole too, but we both know that wishing
isn't going to make it happen."
She just glared at me. I glared back and took another drag off my
cigarette. She took another sip of her drink, only this was more of a gulp.
"You know, I have half a mind to slap you silly."
"If you did, I'd put you over my lap and spank that tight little fanny of
yours. Who knows, you may like it. You know what...." I caught her wrist in
mid-flight. I held it tight and just stared into her eyes. She was furious,
her face red and I could feel her shaking. "I was just about to say that what
you need is someone to fuck your brains out. Then and only then would you
start to behave like a human being instead of a stuck up cunt with her
husband's rank sewed to her shoulders. Now, listen up...here's the deal.
I'll let go of your wrist and you get up and go to the powder room, freshen up
and I'll order us another drink. We'll shoot the shit for a while. You'll
tell me why you're here and I'll tell you why I'm here. I served two tours in
Nam, got my ass shot at every once and a while and served honorably for twenty
years. I deserve respect for that, let alone having to work for assholes like
your husband. I'm not a half bad guy and I'm willing to bet that you are a
wonderful lady. Deal ?"
Pam was still glaring into my face. After what seemed like several
minutes, she relaxed and nodded her head. I let go of her arm and she
gathered up her purse and headed to the powder room. I ordered another round
of drinks. She was back in about ten minutes and looked considerably more
under control. She was an attractive woman with dark hair and thick black
eyebrows with a very aristocratic nose, whatever that means. She was somewhat
slim but did have a very prominent butt on her with slim hips, long legs and
an almost non-existent bust.
She sat and finished her old drink in one swallow. I had switched to
coke. She looked over at me and smirked. "Can't handle the liquor, major ?"
I looked over at her, put my hand on her thigh and squeezed. I could feel
her panty hose under her slacks. "Now, Pamela, are we going to start this
again ? If you want to have a drinking contest, I'm game but I get to choose
the poison."
"You're on."
I signaled the bartender. The two of us were the only ones in the bar as
the lunch rush had departed and it was too early for the afternoon drinking
crowd. I ordered tequila shooters and asked if the bar had any limes. The
bartender shook his head and offered lemons. I said that was "ok" and asked
for a salt shaker. I told the bartender to leave the bottle of tequila and
give me a pencil, I'd mark our tab on a cocktail napkin. The bartender, who
was Japanese, sensed that this was going to be quite an event and hurried to
comply with my request.
"You know how this goes, Pam ?"
"I wasn't born yesterday, Major Tamarack."
"It's Willy, Pam. Nobody here to impress and remember if you lose I get
to spank that nice little butt of yours."
She thought about taking another swing at me. I could see it in her eyes
but then she relaxed and licked the flesh between her thumb and fore finger.
I did the same. We shook salt on the area we just licked and I stuck a lemon
wedge in my mouth. Pam downed the shooter first and then went to the lemon
and the salt. Different strokes for different folks.
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
We were preparing for our fifth or sixth shooter when I asked her what she
was doing here at Yokota. She paused while doing the ritual and told me that
she was meeting a friend from Misawa. They were going to the Philippines
tomorrow afternoon. The friend was supposed to arrive at one but the flight
had been canceled due to maintenance. There was another one tomorrow but they
would have to rush to get to Narita to make their flight to Manila. I thought
about the Philippines as I swallowed the shot. Jesus, I hadn't been to the
P.I. since snake school - on my way to Viet Nam. Pam was going on and on
about the resort, where they were staying - how great the beaches were, how
the surf was way off the beach and how cheap it was. "SURF" - Pam said the
magic word. I remembered some of the Surfer Magazines I'd seen with Filipino
surf in them. I was getting drunk and then I remembered, "Shit ! I was in
the P.I. in the late seventies, when I was stationed in 'da Korea' as my kids
used to call it." That short term memory loss again...I wonder...Ah ! Never
mind.
Pam excused herself to go to the powder room again. I flagged the
bartender and told him I wasn't sure I could keep track of the shots any more.
The Japanese gentleman said that was "ok," he was keeping track of them. I
was laughing when the bartender pointed across the room. Pam was staggering
across the floor from the girl's room. I hopped up and ran to her. She was
standing with her arm on a chair and just gawking off into space. I asked her
if she was ok and she just started laughing. I left her and went to the juke
box and plugged in a couple of quarters. I took a long time punching out the
numbers for the songs I wanted and found Pam still standing where I left her.
"May I have this dance, Ms. Finis ?" She had a hard time focusing her
eyes on my face. I took her into my arms and led her to the small dance floor
by the juke box. It was a fast dance but we danced in each other's arms. I
was sure she would fall if I let her go. We were really just swaying to the
music. When my quarters ran out, I led her back to the bar and found that
several other people had entered the Outback. I paid the tab, picked up her
purse and escorted her to the door. Once out in the fresh air, Pam seemed to
gather a little soberness.
"Thanks, Willy. I never could drink tequila. That was real stupid to
challenge you and then let you choose."
I just laughed and then asked her if she was hungry. She just nodded her
head and then I asked her if she had a car. Well, of course the Mrs. One Star
Finis had a car. I got the keys from her and after sitting her in the front
seat, motored off to the sushi place, I'd eaten at last night. The sushi chef
remembered me and raised an eyebrow at my escorting Pam. I just laughed and
sat her down. I ordered cokes for us and then an assortment of sushi. Pam
seemed impressed that I was so adept at ordering and talking to the sushi
chef. If only she knew !
We ate in almost silence. Every once and a while she would say something
like, "This is really good." I nodded at the sushi chef. The sushi chef
winked at me.
While driving back to the base, I got lost. We were wandering aimlessly
about, outside Fusa. It was almost country side - lots of open fields and
open spaces. I noticed a castle like structure ahead and then it dawned on
me. It was a love hotel. The Japanese had the right idea when it came to
sex. They put up this big moral code, like no pornography. Shit ! Their
Playboys didn't show any pubic hair but then out in the wilds they'd set up
these love hotels/motels - a place where mister respectable could take his
girl friend or lover or the local hooker and fuck her brains out. Jesus, I'd
heard they even had underground parking lots and provided covers for your
license plates.
"Hey ! Pam, ever been to a love motel ?" She looked at me like I was
crazy. "Oh ! Come on now, you can tell Major Tamarack." She still looked
puzzled.
I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and continued, "Let's check it
out." She asked what it was - so I told her. She stared straight a head and
said nothing. I circled the area, finally parked in a field and pulled out a
joint. I lit it up and passed it to Pam. She shook her head, "No." I was
persistent and she finally took a drag off the joint. She coughed like hell
and I laughed. "Well, you can't smoke, either." She was about to say
something when I pulled her to me and kissed her. She hardly opened her mouth
at all but I forced my tongue into her mouth anyway.
After the kiss, I took a big drag and handed her the joint. "Is this
marijuana ?" She asked. I nodded my head. She took another drag. I started
the car up again and we drove around the area for a half hour or so. She was
real stoned and so was I when I drove between the castle gates. The guy at
the gate or maybe it was toll house was real surprised that we were round
eyes. He said something and I just laughed. The guy handed me a menu and I
kept laughing. I passed it to Pam and she started laughing. I took it back
and told the guy we'd take number eight. The theme was S&M with lots of
leather. Pam kept laughing. I drove to slot number eight and parked. I
hurried out of the car and opened Pam's door. We walked arm in arm to door
number eight.
Once inside, we were both amazed. The walls were covered with hanging
whips, chains, leather bracelets, leather masks - you name it and the place
had it in leather. The bed was huge and had leather handcuffs at each corner.
I jumped on the bed and bounced up and down. Over in the corner was, what
looked like a kneeler. Something you'd find in a Catholic Church in the
fifties or sixties. It had leather restraints at all four corners. I was
getting a hardon imagining Pam bent over the kneeler with her slacks down
around her ankles and me behind her, fucking her brains out.
Pam was just standing in the middle of the room looking at all the shit
hanging from the walls. She stopped laughing when she turned and found me
staring at her. I jumped up off the bed and walked toward her. I took her in
my arms and kissed her. It was a long kiss and her mouth opened wide this
time.
"Ladies first. You get to choose." I whispered in her ear as I nibbled
on her neck.
"You choose, Willy."
"You sure ?" She just nodded her head.
My hardon was tenting my jeans. I turned her and walked her toward the
kneeler. I knelt down and wrapped the restraints around her ankles. She had
her hands on the padded middle. I stood behind her and ran my hands up her
sides and cupped her breasts - nowhere near a handful but I could feel her
hardened nipples through her blouse and bra. I ran my hands back down her
sides and in between her legs. Her pussy was warm, almost hot.
"I've changed my mind. I want to go first."
I slowly pushed her over so that she was bent almost in two, her hands
nearly touching the floor. "You are going first, Pamela." She tried to stand
as I moved to her arms but I managed to pull her arms down and wrapped the
restraints around her wrists.
She started to struggle. "Stop...I've changed my mind."
I laughed. "Too late now, Pamela, dear. I'm only going to stop after
I've had my way with you and I'm going to make it last a long time. You're
going to beg me to fuck you, understand...Beg me to fuck you...and I can
hardly wait."
"You can kiss my ass, you...you...you asshole."
I bent over by her head and whispered in her ear, "That I'm going to do,
my dear lady, right now."
I walked to her rear end and lowered the zipper at the back of her slacks.
She was struggling and damn near yelling, "Stop" and "No" over and over again.
I wasn't phased in the least, as when we entered the room I noticed the padded
door and felt the place was probably insulated well enough that we couldn't be
heard from the outside - at least I hoped we couldn't ! I had her zipper all
the way down and found that she was wearing just panty hose - no underpanties.
My hardon was throbbing in my jeans.
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
I slowly lowered her slacks. She was fighting against the restraints and
yelling up a storm. When I got her slacks down around her ankles, I just
stared at her ass - it was beautiful, not too wide but very prominent, like
the haves of two ripe fruit squashed together - bigger than cantaloupe but not
quite the size of watermelon. Between her cheeks was a dark growth of pubic
hair that was easily visible through her panty hose. I wanted to stand, rip
off her panty hose and fuck her right then but then it would be over and I
didn't want that...yet.
I knelt behind her and ran my tongue up the back of her right thigh. I
could smell her, the cloying odor of a very wet, hot cunt. She was trying to
move her thigh away from my tongue. I moved my face away from her butt and
slapped her right cheek - hard. The sound reverberated through the room. She
yelped a split second after I spanked her.
"You son of a bitch. I...I'm going to kill you." She yelled out.
I slapped her other cheek and this time she just yelped. I ran my hands
up the inside of her thighs and found her crotch soaking wet, almost like she
had pissed her pants. I smelled my hands. They didn't smell like piss - they
smelled like pussy - real hot pussy. I leaned forward and took a gentle bite
out of her ass. Her cheeks tensed up. I backed away and slapped both of
them. While she was filling the room with her expletives I stripped her panty
hose down to her knees. Her ass was now bare. I spread her cheeks and could
see an abundant growth of dark, thick pubic hair between the cheeks of her ass
and all the way through her crotch. She even had a growth of hair on the
inside of each thigh.
She had quieted down a bit when I pulled her panty hose down but when I
leaned forward and tickled her pubic hair with my tongue; she yelled out,
"What are you doing ? Get your face out of there, you perverted asshole." I
reamed my tongue into her bush and licked around. Her ass bucked away from my
face but she couldn't move it far and I grabbed her hips and buried my face
between the cheeks of her ass. My nose was plastered against her anus when my
tongue finally slithered into her cunt. She tensed up and tried to pull away.
No such luck !
I was sliding my tongue up and down her now spread cunt lips. Her labia
majora were thin and very hairy; when spread, her labia minora almost fell out
from between them and hung down well below her outer cunt lips. I sucked one
into my mouth. She was moving her butt back and forth now trying to escaped
my slithering tongue and hungry mouth. Initially she was very salty tasting
but now had more of a copper taste. I was more turned on than I could ever
remember. My tongue was uncontrollable, roaming all over her crotch from
asshole to cunt. I reamed out both and slowly her expletives turned into
moans and groans. I felt that she was now pushing her butt back into my face.
I couldn't stand it any longer and leaned away from her. Her butt kept
moving, like it was searching for my face.
I got up on the bed and slowly removed my jeans. My boner was painful. I
didn't know if that was from last night or the fact that it was ready to
explode. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and just watched Pam, bent
over the kneeler. She had stopped moving her ass and was moving her head
around looking for me. "Over on the bed, Pam. You've got me so damn hot,
I've got to cool off for a while." I laughed a little. Pam didn't say a
word.
It took over five minutes for my hardon to dissipate. When I was totally
limp I crawled over behind her and slid two fingers into her cunt. She tensed
up so with my other hand, I slapped her ass. Her cunt got real tight around
my fingers. When relaxed she was not tight at all but what do you expect
after two kids. I seemed to remember they had two. I was pumping my fingers
in and out of her and she was back to moaning and groaning. I buried my face
between the cheeks of her ass and started with her asshole - reamed it out
good and then moved to her cunt and did the same.
Pam was now totally out of control pushing her ass back into my face and
chanting every time I poked my tongue into either her cunt or her asshole.
She was on fire and I wanted her to cum before I had her suck my cock. I had
two fingers in her cunt and was reaming out her asshole when she tensed up and
started screaming, "Aaagh...Aaaagh...Shit ! Fuck ! Ooooh ! Goood
daaamn.....Aaaaaaaahhhhh !" I was sure she had cum and slowly got to my feet.
My cock was rubbery but not hard enough to fuck her. I walked to her face and
raised her head by her hair. Her eyes were glassy and had a hard time
focusing on my face. I leaned down and kissed her. Her mouth opened wide,
her tongue was very active in my mouth.
"Did you cum, Pamela ?" I asked softly. She nodded her head and then I
stepped forward. "Now it's my turn. Suck it, Pam." Her eyes got real big
and I was sure she'd never had a cock in her mouth. I held up her head with
one hand and guided my half hard cock to her lips with the other. She kissed
the head of my cock. "Lick it, Pam." Her tongue came out and wet the head of
my dick. After just a few moments of this I could stand it no longer and told
her to open her mouth. "If I feel your teeth at all, Pamela, I'm going to
find the biggest paddle I can and whip your ass so hard you won't be able to
sit down for the entire time you're in the P.I. Understand ?" She nodded her
head and opened her mouth. I fed her my cock. Almost immediately I started
to get harder. I kept feeding her more and soon had both hands in her hair,
pumping my full length in and out of her mouth. My hardon was painful but
very hard. I knew that I'd never get off in her mouth as she had no idea what
she was doing. I was too turned on to instruct her, plus I wanted to fuck
her.
I pulled out of her and rubbed my phallus against her cheeks. I leaned
down and kissed her again. "You know you have turned me on more than I've
been turned on in a very long while, my dear. I'm dying to cum. Does Pamela
want to cum again ?"
It was almost a scream, from deep inside her, "Yes...Oh ! Yes !"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Pam ?"
This time it was a scream, "Yes...Please...Fuck me !" I couldn't move
fast enough. My boner bobbed in front of me as I moved to her rear. I wasted
no time, spread her cheeks and buried my desire into her cunt. She was like
an inferno, boiling and hot. I was pumping as fast as I could. She was
screaming that she was cuming and for me to fuck her faster and harder. My
semen boiled up in my balls and exploded out the head of my cock. It hurt, I
came so hard. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum flooded her vagina. I kept
fucking her - she kept screaming for me to go faster and harder. When I came
to I was on my back on the floor. I had no idea how long I'd been out. There
was a river of jizzim running out of Pamela's cunt. Her cunt lips, still
spread and slick with my semen; her butt twitched every so often.
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
I was on my back on the bed. Pam was lying next to me. We were both
naked. I was in and out of consciousness. All of a sudden I bolted upright
but was held to the bed by the restraints on my arms.
Pam was smiling down at me, "I wondered when you'd notice." She reached
over for my cigarette pack and extracted a cigarette. "Maybe I'll burn you a
little...Or would you rather be whipped ?" She laughed and fished around in
my cigarette pack. She found the other joint in my pack and held it up.
"Maybe I'll just leave you here like this and go back to the base. You know
the Japanese frown on this." My eyes got big. "Scared ?" She laughed a
booming laugh and got off the bed. She stood next to my head, leaned over and
kissed me. "If you please me, maybe I'll let you go...that is after I'm
finished with you. It is my turn, isn't it ?" She laughed again, real loud
and walked into what I figured was the bathroom.
I could hear her pissing, then the toilet flushed and she was back in the
room. She just stood a ways from the bed and stared at me. Her breasts were
almost non-existent, almost like pancakes on her chest but her areola were as
big around as a beer can and real dark. Centered in each was a very prominent
nipple - they were erect. Her bush was like a jungle at the juncture of her
thighs, thick and dark - more circular in shape than the typical triangle.
She was excited, thinking of what she was going to do to me. She marched over
to the wall and picked a leather whip with several sliver studs sunk into it.
"It doesn't look that big now. Would this help ?" She dragged the whip
across my penis and testicles. I flinched away from it. She laughed and for
the first time I was really scared.
"Maybe I should turn you over and work on your ass ?" She raised the whip
and I started to move about on the bed hoping to ruin her aim. "Hold still,
you pussy." I kept moving and she brought the whip down on my stomach. It
didn't hurt that much but I let out a yell anyway. She reached down, grasped
me by the hair and pulled my head up off the bed. "Hold still or I'll really
use this on you. Got it, major ?" I nodded. She leaned over further, forced
her tongue into my mouth and frenched with me.
She was up quickly and searching the walls again. The kiss had a roused
me a bit and I tried to pump some more blood to my cock by clenching my ass
cheeks. As Pam turned from the wall with a cat 'o nine tails, my cock flopped
over onto my belly. She stared at it and smiled. "Do you want me again,
major ?" I nodded my head. "I can't hear you major. Do you want me ?"
"Yes !" I yelled as loud as I could. A big smile broke out on Pamela's
face. She dropped the whip and crawled up between my legs. I kept clenching
and relaxing my butt cheeks. My cock was getting harder by the second. The
sound of the slap to my face filled the room and my cock wilted. Pam had a
wicked grin on her face. She grabbed my hair again and lifted my head close
to hers. "I'll tell you when I want you to get hard, major. Not 'till I tell
you, understand ?" I nodded my head. She frenched with me again and when she
broke the kiss looked down at my penis. "That's better."
She lay next to me and ran her hands over my chest and belly, frenched
with me a bit and nibbled on my ear lobes. Every time I started to get hard,
she'd slap my face as hard as she could. The last slap had made my eyes
water. I was now struggling against the restraints and Pamela was rubbing her
body against me. I could feel her cum soaked pubic hair against my waist and
hip. Her hand came ever so close to my cock several times and I always
started to harden; then she'd slap the hardness out of it. She was enjoying
herself and driving me crazy but she was also turning herself on just as I had
when I tormented her.
Her lips were sucking on my nipples when I realized that she was as turned
on as I was. My cock was starting to get hard again, her hand scratching my
pubic hair. "Kiss me, Pamela. I want to kiss you...Please. Oh ! Please,
Pamela."
She lifted her head and looked into my face. She lowered her face to
mine. As she traced my lips with her tongue, she whispered, "Would you rather
kiss my pussy ?"
I rasped out, "Oh ! Yes...Please, Pamela. Please let me eat your pussy.
Please, Pamela. I'll do anything, you say...Just let me eat you. Your pussy,
your ass...Anything...Please."
She was up over me in a flash and I was smothered with her womanhood. She
pulled me by the hair and my face was plastered to her crotch. I could feel
her cum damp curls against my cheeks, my tongue wormed it's way into her cunt.
She started bucking against my face. She was wild and then she started cuming
- - tensing and relaxing her thighs, her crotch almost suffocating me. It was
almost a silent orgasm. I couldn't hear much anyway.
She had slowed, just bucking against me every once and a while. By the
time she stopped moving on top of me, I had a raging hardon. I was afraid
that I was going to receive another slap when she reached back and grasped my
cock. She slowly started to pump it. My hips started to pump. She brought
me very close to orgasm, then took her hand off of my cock and watched it jerk
around on my stomach. I was whimpering and begging her to continue.
"Oh ! This is fun." Pam whispered as she wet a finger and then ran it
around the head of my dick. I was still pumping my hips, throwing my head
from side to side. "Do you want to fuck me, major ?"
I pleaded with her, "Please, Pam. Let me fuck you. I want to more than
anything...Oh ! Please."
"You have to promise not to move a muscle...not move at all. Promise ?"
"Anything...Please."
"If you move, I'll get off and leave you here. I promise. Understand ?"
I nodded my head and she was up on my stomach rubbing her cunt against me.
I could feel her wetness and was dying to start pumping my hips even though I
wasn't in her yet. Pam leaned down and kissed me, running her tongue around
my lips. I remained still. She reached back behind her and in one movement
brought my cock up and plunged herself down on it. I was tossing my head back
and forth.
"I told you not to move." She said and raised herself off of me. I
whimpered but stopped moving my head and then she plunged herself back on to
my cock. She just ground herself against my pubic bone. I remained still.
She started pumping herself up and down on my phallus, her eyes closed, mouth
open and panting. I was getting close and as if she could sense it, stopped
her movement and just sat on my cock. I could feel her cunt contract on my
cock but it wasn't enough to bring me off.
After an agonizing few minutes, she started moving on me again. She had
her hands on my shoulders and was leaning forward a bit, kind of pushing her
cunt back and forth on my cock, grinding her cunt against my pubic bone at the
same time. When she came, it was sudden. Her whole body tensed up, she threw
her head back and screamed. Her body was jerking against the cock that was
between her legs. Just as I was sensing my release, she came to rest on top
of me. Her body was moist with perspiration. I felt a trickle of sweat roll
off my side.
"Please, Pamela. Don't stop...I...I'm almost there. Please, honey."
She licked from my chest up to my ear and whispered to me, "I think it's
your turn...again. Do you want to fuck me, lover ?" I nodded my head. She
kissed me as she freed my arms and then sat up on me to remove the restraints
from my legs. When I was free, she rolled onto her back and grabbed her long
legs, pulling them up into the air. I was a wild man getting to my knees,
then falling between her legs. I was in her and fucking. My cum was
exploding out of my cock head, filling her and then some - our crotches soaked
with my semen. Both of us were yelling and screaming out our release.
I was still lying on top of her. Her legs had fallen down next to mine.
Our breathing just becoming normal again. I rolled off of her and she rolled
with me so that she was now on top. Neither of us said a word. We didn't
even shower before leaving, just dressed, went out and got in the car. I
parked in front of the building where she was staying. I tossed her the keys
and then got out and opened her door.
She stood by the car. "Want to spend the night ?"
"What would the neighbors say ?"
She laughed and came close to me, putting her hands on my chest. "You
know, I never knew a mouth and tongue could give me so much pleasure...And
don't tell anyone but I've never come close to having an orgasm, like the ones
I had tonight. It's too bad we won't be able to see each other again."
I just kissed her forehead, already thinking of how I was going to follow
her to the Philippines.
To be
Continued in
Over Here, Over There
Part Three
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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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