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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or
the American Cancer Society. Thanks !!
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like theses stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy
Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" or "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." It should go
without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this account and
real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, 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.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Settling Down"
Part One
(M+F+ interr)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing
the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....
A steady rain had been falling in Las Vegas most of the morning but up at
the cabin it had been snowing heavily all day. The wind was fierce, probably
gusting in the mid-twenties - maybe a little higher. There were some breaks
in the overcast way out over the valley but up here on the mountain it was
still solid clouds.
Two women were hurrying down the stairs. A brunette was in the lead
followed by a blonde. Both were short, very attractive and dressed as
professional women. Both were a bit past middle-age; the blonde being a
decade, at least, older than the brunette. They trudged off through the snow
to the Northwest of the cabin.
The blonde was yelling, to be heard above the sound of the wind. "Do you
know where the fuck you're going ?" The brunette had her head down and showed
no sign she heard her. The blonde opened her mouth to yell again but then
decided to forget it, put her head down and tried to catch up to the brunette.
The snow was swirling around them, bringing the visibility down to a couple a
hundred feet and some of the deeper drifts reached their thighs.
About a hundred yards from the cabin, the trees thinned out and in a small
clearing was a man, sitting in an old patio lounge chair. He appeared to be
much older than the women. He was wearing a baseball cap that was covered
with snow. The brunette figured he'd been here about an hour, maybe a little
longer. His hair was long and gray but that was hard to tell because of all
the snow sticking to it. In the feeble light his hair almost appeared white.
He was dressed in a light nylon jacket with a surfboard emblem sewed to the
back and shorts with blue Topsider tennis shoes and no socks. There was about
six or so inches of snow covering his legs.
As the women entered the clearing, the overcast parted and several rays of
sun light entered the meadow. The shadows cast by the sun made it appear the
man was smiling. The brunette reached him first and touched his forehead as if
feeling for a temperature. The blonde felt his neck, looking for a pulse.
"Help me get him to the cabin." The brunette made it sound like an order.
"He's dead, lover. We didn't make it in time. He's fucking dead."
"How the fuck do you know...You a fucking doctor ? Help me, old woman."
Again it sounded like an order.
The blonde had sunk to her knees in the snow and was crying. The wind
made her skin feel almost frozen as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've seen
enough dead men to know. He's fucking dead."
"Well, we're not leaving him here. Help me get him up."
The blonde slowly got to her feet and assisted the brunette. They
struggled for over an hour but finally got the corpse to the cabin. He was
very stiff and they had a terrible time getting him into the back of the four
wheel drive vehicle that was parked below the porch. There was no way they
could have maneuvered him up the stairs and into the cabin.
"You going to stay with him ?" The blonde asked the brunette.
"I'm thinking about it." She said as she went through the pockets of his
jacket and shorts. They both started laughing when she pulled out his bong.
Other than that and a well worn rosary, there was nothing else in his pockets.
The blonde noticed his eyes were closed, almost like he was sleeping. She
could have sworn they were open when they first entered the meadow and was
positive they were open when the sun broke out and lit up the clearing. Wow !
Was that strange ?!
"Well..." The blonde was freezing her ass off.
"I'm still thinking about it..." The brunette fired back.
"You know what he'd say..."
The brunette cut her off with, "Yea ! Yea ! Yea ! I know. Let's get
inside before we freeze our asses off. I just know I've ruined these fucking
shoes." The two of them climbed the stairs to the cabin. As if they had done
it many times before and they had; the brunette started stoking the fire in
the large wood stove that also doubled as a heater and the blonde went to the
trap door in the closet to check on the farm down stairs in the "weed room."
When the blonde got back up the stairs, she could already feel the heat
generated by the stove. The brunette had her shoes off and was holding her
feet to the fire.
"The farm's ok...And the fire feels great...Aaah...What made you call me ?
I never really got that part of it." The brunette pointed to the phone and
the blond looked at it quizzically. "He called you ?"
"No...No...It was on the answering machine." The brunette had the pipe in
her hands and was holding a kitchen match over the bowl. She took a big drag
and held out the pipe to the blonde. She squeaked out. "Play the message."
The blond walked to the answering machine and pressed the message button.
The brunette followed her to get another hit off the pipe. "No...It wasn't a
message but the greeting thing...You know the thing you record."
The blonde lifted up the top of the answering machine and pressed the
button that would play back the greeting. He sounded alert and cheerful,
eager almost to talk. A real change from the last couple of weeks.
"Well...Ladies...If you're listening to this...And I truly hope you
are...It means that I've finally made my peace and am now with the spirits of
my ancestors.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
The Toyota Camery was roughly fifty miles out of Salt Lake City and
traveling at over eighty miles per hour. It was the second Wednesday in
April, the year or our Lord - 1998. Carol Whitouski (WT-A#4,8A/B,12, SL-Ch3,
WT-T#13) was just keeping up with traffic. She was very high after smoking
about a quarter of the last joint she had. Her skirt was bunched up around
her waist and her panties were on the seat beside her. Carol Whitouski was
horny ! Just how the fuck could this woman be horny ? She'd fucked and
sucked with her Colorado roommates for four days while packing up her stuff to
move to Las Vegas. The guy fucked her at least twice a day. God ! His cock
was huge - about two handfuls and damn near as big around as a beer can.
Well, maybe not that big but definitely one of the biggest three or four cocks
Carol had fucked since she turned fourteen. She'd fucked a lot, too !
One time she tried to count them all. She was through fifty when she
remembered a couple of others that she'd forgotten years ago. She stopped
counting. She wondered if she should tell Willy about them all ? She had
never been this close to a man, like she was with Willy...And he wasn't that
spectacular in bed. Yea ! He gave about the best head she'd ever had
but...That was it. His cock was just average. Nothing to write home
about...And this cancer operation didn't help things at all - Prostate Cancer.
Carol had learned a lot about prostate cancer while she was hanging out with
Willy.
Most, really the vast majority of the men Carol had been with - fucking
and sucking with everyone of them - Well, they were usually in charge. Oh !
Don't get it wrong. Carol Whitouski loved to fuck and suck. If she went
without it for more than a couple of days, she'd start to hunt for it. She
wasn't sure Willy could keep up with her and was afraid of showing him how
hungry she was for big, fat, long, hard cocks. Although, on the other hand,
every time she'd partied with him...He seemed cool about it. Knowing that it
was going to take more than his magic tongue to get her off the way she wanted
to get off.
That time they went up to Gary's after they got back from Mexico...Jesus !
Was that a time ! Carol counted getting fucked six times in just a little
over twelve hours and she slept for about seven of them - with Willy and
another woman - really a young lady. She wondered a lot about Willy's love of
young ladies ? He couldn't get enough of them. The younger the better.
Willy was almost like a teacher with them. The things Willy taught them,
though, would never be taught in any school and if they were, the teacher
would find himself or herself in jail for a very long, long time. He was so
controlling with them but didn't ask anything of her.
When Willy and Carol went to bed to fuck and suck, he never had to ask her
to do anything. In fact, she was the aggressor most of the time and she got a
very big charge out of that. There was honestly no jealousy in his eyes or
expression when he watched her fuck and suck some guy's brains out. He
usually wanted seconds. Carol was sure she could live with that. She went
back to thinking about the last night she was in Boulder. She had turned her
roommates on to some of Willy's dope. That's another thing...Willy grows the
best dope - No shit ! Two, three hits off the bong and you're tripping. She
got turned on thinking about the time she explained to him the reason he
should switch from joints to a bong...Girls like bongs more than joints.
Willy's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.
Anyway...the three of them are stoned as shit, in the front room of the
condo they shared. Mandy is talking up a storm. Clarence is quiet as a
church mouse. They'd shared the condo for almost four years. There wasn't
much the three of them hadn't done together or to each other. Two nights ago
Mandy and Carol shared three men. Now, neither of the other two were close to
Clarence but Willy wouldn't even be in the running. Both her and Mandy took
turns taking them all on at the same time. Carol was stoked she got seconds,
'cause they lasted so much longer the second time.
It just happened so suddenly...Her first orgasm. It rippled through her
lower stomach, spread through out her groin and then attacked her cunt like a
forest fire. The guy who had his cock in her mouth went wild when Carol
started using her teeth as she blew him. He finally grabbed her head with
both hands and stroked his cock in and out of her mouth until she felt a flood
of semen ricochet off the roof of her mouth. No way she could swallow all
of it. The excess dribbled down her chin and onto her sweaty breasts. Her
areolae were almost too big for the size of her chest. She had nice large
orange sized breasts. The areolae a dark brown and about as big around as the
bottom of a beer can. Her nipple was grape size and dominated what with any
other combination of areolae and nipple would have been considered a "shit
hot" pair of tits.
She was straddling one guy and he was driving his cock in and out of her
cunt like a hydraulic pump. The third guy was Clarence and he was behind her
with his hands on her hips pumping about eight, maybe nine inches of very
hard, thick cock in and out of her ass. Carol's body was slick with
perspiration. In fact, sweat was running down her sides and between the
cleavage, her breasts formed. Mandy was moving about the bed with a video
camera they'd rented. That was Carol's idea. Willy likes to watch and is
going to have a hardon like he's never had before when he watches this video.
The one Carol, Willy and some German tourists made some years ago never failed
to give Willy a raging hardon. Carol wondered if he'd be as turned on,
because the guys, she was fucking and sucking with, were black ?
Clarence's cock had just started to spasm in her anus. She could feel it
spurting in her bowels. Her asshole was getting slimy with his semen. His
cock started shrinking, the guy under her was grabbing her hips now and
thrusting up into her like an oil derrick. Her cunt became flooded with his
seed and soon both of the men slipped out of her. As she rolled to her back,
a large amount of semen escaped from her cunt and asshole after the men fell
out of her. Mandy trained the camera on the jungle of dark hair between
Carol's legs. In the center, her plump, almost red cunt lips, swollen and
spread. The inside of her cunt was the same circumference as the guy's cock,
she'd been riding. Around the almost raw looking meat was a forest of dark,
curly, black pubic hair. The pelt of hair between her legs continued through
her best asset - her butt. Carol Whitouski had the best ass this side of the
Mississippi.
The beaver that grew between Carol's legs was streaked and in some places
matted with semen - lots of it. She slid her hands into it.....
"AAAAAAAAAAA ! EEEEEEEEEEEEE ! The sound of the air horn jolted Carol
back to the present. She looked up to her left and found a woman staring down
at her from the cab of the semi. The woman was waving. Carol took her right
hand out from between her legs where she had been massaging her very wet cunt
lips and grabbed the steering wheel; with the other had she waved back. The
truck continued to set it's pace by her. All of a sudden it dawned on her.
The woman had caught her playing with herself and told her husband. The
thought of them knowing turned her on. She pulled her skirt up higher and
spread her legs a little wider. She switched hands again and was back to
playing with herself.
Carol looked up after a couple of miles. The woman was holding up a sign.
"Next exit." After Carol nodded her head the semi moved behind her and
followed. Her pussy was very slimy and greasy. She wished it had been two
guys. Jesus ! What if it's two girls ? Willy was also the one who really
turned her on to women. Oh ! She'd fiddled a round a bit but with Willy she
got to be in charge and with another woman that really turned her on. She had
the feeling that she was going to have another story to tell Willy.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
Carol wiped her brow with her "T" shirt sleeve. Maybe, she should take her
bra off ? Too late now, the driver was getting down from the cab. Carol sat
and waited in the Camery. As the guy approached, she studied him in the rear
view mirror. He was short, stocky with dark, very short hair. He was
handsome in a rugged way. No where near like Willy. Willy was about six-one
and pretty slight - about a hundred seventy-five. He's got graying hair that
he wears in a pony tail that comes to just about the middle of his back. He
runs a lot but, besides that, doesn't do anything for his body. He says the
two of us are going to do a lot of traveling to Southern California so he can
surf - maybe once a month or so. He wants Carol to get a job as a real estate
agent so that she can have lots of time off and meet lots of people. Carol
didn't especially want to work but was excited about meeting a lot of new
people.
"Hi ! My name is Brandon. My wife thought you might like to share a rest
break with us ?"
Carol looked up and smiled at Brandon. "I'm Carol Tamarack. You on the
way to Las Vegas ?"
Brandon leaned down and replied, "Yea ! We'll be going right through Las
Vegas."
Carol kept smiling, "What's the chance of you and the misses spending a
night or so in "Vegas ?"
"Well...We're not real gamblers. We kind of think 'Vegas...Well...is kind
of for suckers."
Carol expected him to give her a leering look when he said "suckers," but
he didn't. "Well, my husband's expecting me tonight and I figure I can just
make it..." She let that hang in the air. The guy was just a little younger
than she was - maybe, mid-thirties.
Brandon continued, "We usually only break for an hour or so...You know,
then get back on the road. Las Vegas isn't one of the stops we planned."
"You come through here often ?" Carol asked.
"Yea ! About once a month. You wanna come back and meet the misses ?"
"Sure..." Carol said and then got out of the Camery. The two of them
walked together back to the cab of the semi. Brandon helped her up into the
cab and then jumped up beside her. His wife was sitting in the passenger seat
- - really a large lounge chair. When Brandon jumped up, Carol had to scoot
over so that he could fit his ass into his lounge chair. He slammed the door
and pulled Carol back so that she was some what sitting on the arm of the
chair.
"Linda...This is Carol. She wondered if we could spend a night or two in
'Vegas ?"
Linda smiled at Carol and then said, "Not this trip but maybe the next
time." She handed Carol a beer, she pulled from a cooler right behind her
seat. Carol handed it to Brandon and took the second one offered. They made
small talk for a while and Carol wondered if anything was ever going to
happen. She took out her last joint, the one she'd smoked part of a while
ago, and held it up. Brandon and Linda looked at each other but if any
message was passed between them, Carol didn't see it. Five minutes later and
about three drags apiece, the three of them were stoned.
Carol moved back a little and rubbed her ass against Brandon's thigh in
the process. He put his hand on her hip and gave it a little squeeze. Carol
backed into the pressure and now had her ass hanging over the arm of the
driver's seat. Brandon's hand moved from her hip to her butt and kept
squeezing. Carol wasn't sure if Linda knew what he was doing. She was real
stoned and just gawking about. Carol jumped a bit as Brandon started rubbing
several fingers between the cheeks of her ass. Linda smiled at her and now
Carol was positive she knew her husband was feeling her up.
Willy always told her that everyone likes to watch. Carol could take it
or leave it. She did enjoy being watched by men because it usually excited
them like crazy, watching a woman getting her brains fucked out and begging
for more. Brandon's fingers were becoming bolder. He was sliding them back
and forth between the cheeks of her ass, right against her cunt lips.
Involuntarily, she started to slide her ass back and forth on the arm of the
chair.
Linda reached out and grabbed Carol's thigh. Carol jumped up and Brandon
pulled the back of her skirt up. Now, when she sat back down, she could feel
the fuzz of the chair-arm against her bare skin just below her panties.
Brandon pulled her back onto his lap. Carol could feel his hardon as she
wiggled around to get comfortable. His hands were now coming up her sides and
she knew he was going to play with her tits. Linda was still smiling at her
when Carol blurted out.
"Oh ! I can't do this. I thought I could but I just can't." Telling
them she couldn't, after flirting a little with them, always drove them
crazy...Gave them the impression that they were the first to lead her
astray...Usually they threw her a super fuck. She jumped off Brandon's lap
and tried to stand in the cab. She couldn't and was bent over quite a bit.
She tried to stop Brandon's hand from reaching her pantied covered butt but he
succeeded. When she turned her ass away from him, she felt Linda's hands
reach up under her skirt and yank her panties down. She stopped when they
were around her knees and slid her hands back up under Carol's skirt. Her
hands were in her thick pubic hair.
"Oh ! Brandon she's got the hairiest pussy." Brandon was unzipping his
jeans while kicking off his boots. He yanked his jeans off and kicked them
over by his jeans. His jockey shorts came off next and out popped his hard
cock. Carol looked at it and then smiled at him. His cock wasn't bad, just a
little longer than Willy's but a lot thicker. It was pointing up out of a
forest of dark pubic hair and Carol didn't hesitate a moment before dropping
to her knees and gobbling him up. He groaned. Linda shoved two fingers into
her cunt and Carol came off his cock and yelled.
"Oh ! Please...I need to get fucked...Real bad." Brandon damn near
pulled her hair out trying to get her face out of his groin. Now he was
pulling her to her feet and pushing her to the curtains at the rear of the
cab. He was right behind her and had his hands on her ass. She climbed up on
the mattress and turned to face him. He ripped off his "T" shirt. His chest
was covered with a forest of dark curly hair. Carol laid on her back, yanked
her panties all the way off and hiked up her skirt. Brandon climbed right up
between her legs. She brought her legs up around him and felt for his cock
with her hands, guiding him directly to her slimy, greasy cunt. Brandon slid
himself all the way into her and then started fucking the shit out of her.
She started cuming in just a little over a minute from the time he entered
her. His cock was a blur as it fucked in and out of her cunt. Carol heard
herself screaming, really just yelling.
"Come on, stud...Fuck the shit out of me...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." She
started chanting and Brandon couldn't take the wild animal he had below him.
She was like quicksand, surrounding him. Her cunt felt like it was tugging on
his cock when he pulled it out of her and then opened wide when he forced it
back into her. If only his wife had a cunt like this and what an ass. He had
each of her volleyball sized ass cheeks in his hands and was massaging them as
he drilled his cock in and out of her. He slid one of his index fingers down
to her asshole and screwed it around until he buried about half his finger in
her anus.
"You want to fuck me in the ass, stud ?" Brandon started cuming. It
started right behind his balls and rocketed through his ass and thighs. His
stomach cramped up as Carol's cunt milked the cum out of his cock. They both
felt their crotches become wet. Carol's thick bush becoming matted with the
semen escaping from her cunt. Now he was fucking her like crazy and she could
feel herself becoming wetter. She could feel his jizzim rolling down between
the cheeks of her ass where his finger was still fucking in and out of her
anus.
As Brandon moved off of her, Linda jumped up on the bed. She was totally
nude and had about an eight inch dildo strapped to her waist. Her tits were
in Carol's league but while Carol's were still somewhat firm with just a
little sag, Linda's were all sag. She had a hard time seeing the woman's
bush - maybe, she shaved ? Her husband was just rolling away from her. Her
stomach was covered with their combined sweat. She could see the streaks of
his semen as it matted the hair on the top of her prominent mons.
"Still want us to come and spend a couple of nights with you and your
husband ?"
Carol just spread her legs as a way of answering Linda and the woman fell
between her legs. They both fumbled to get the dildo into her but once in,
Linda proved to be the equal of her husband, driving that rubber dick in and
out of her like there was no tomorrow...and this fucker would never get soft.
She wondered if she'd be raw after Linda finished with her ? She remembered
Willy getting fucked in the ass with a dildo - some wife of a friend - the
husband was fucking the shit out of Willy's girl friend at the time. Willy
was fucking the shit out of the wife's ass every time they met. Monica...Oh !
Monica (WT-A#10,12, WT-T#13) is the young lady staying with them. Monica told
her all about it. Carol was sure that Willy was boning her every day if not
more often, while she was gone. Carol wondered if it turned him on when the
woman was fucking him with the dildo ?
Linda finally rolled off of her only to be replaced with her husband. He
felt small compared to the rubber dick she'd just had fucking in and out of
her. Carol's cunt was getting raw. She rolled out from under him and said,
"I'm a little sore." Then scooted down and sucked every inch of him into her
mouth. The wife was fingering her anus. Her finger felt small compared to
his. She could sense he was almost there and increased the pace of her
bobbing head. Her hand slid up and down, following her mouth. She could feel
his penis shudder in her hand and then he was filling her mouth with a warm
load of jizzim. She swallowed every drop and only spit him out when he was
soft and limp.
"Yea ! My old man would love to meet you two. Would you mind if we
video ?"
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
I must have looked at my watch twenty times in the last ten minutes. It
was past ten p.m. (twenty-two hundred for you military diehards in the
crowd), and I was worried. Carol told me she'd be in by eight. Maybe I got
the wrong day. I've been pretty stoned recently. I missed Carol. I was
horny and while I don't often get the raging hardons I used to, it's getting
better. Monica and I fuck just about once a day and now I'm fucking my
neighbor, Mrs. Abernathy...Dorthy Abernathy (WT-A#9). She's old enough to be
my mother and I'm just fifty...Well...Let me start at the ending, really the
beginning but who cares.....
The morning Carol left, I started making daily visits to the cabin. Carol
and I had spent the last two weeks drawing up plans. Carol surprised the shit
out of me by suggesting that we build a secret room (more like a closet) above
the stairs that led to, what she had christened, the "Weed Room."
"What for Carol ?"
"Oh ! Come on Willy. Don't play dumb with me. You'd love to watch
yourself boning some young thing on the king sized bed in the bedroom. How
about the two of us getting it on with...Say...Erin." About twenty minutes
after Carol said those words I was climbing between her legs with my cock at
the ready. Oh ! She felt good. I ate her for the first twenty minutes and
she was almost liquid. Carol's pussy got so wet. I would often eat her for
an hour or so. Some times I have to strap the dildo on and give it to her
that way after I've eaten her, because the dick don't get hard as easy as it
used to.
Or she'll gobble me four hours even if I never get hard and suck the
orgasm right out of me. She often leaves me writhing on the bed and then goes
for some ice cubes. One of the first times we made it, I used ice cubes on
her nipples. The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice
cube pressed right up under my balls...It's out of this world. Carol tells
me, I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with. As soon as I've
started to show signs of life, she'll start reaming my asshole while her hand
is wrapped around my cock. She just squeezes it every once and a while. I'm
usually a wild man after about five minutes and have never lasted more than
ten - even if I never get hard. If I do get hard, Carol will either fuck or
suck the orgasm right out of me.
Anyway, I've been up to the cabin almost every day, except at the
beginning. I spent the first two days she was gone, setting up Anthony. Now,
Anthony is the superintendent of the group of condos where I own one of the
units. Anthony damn near got me into a heap of trouble a while back. So it's
payback time. I called Gary Cahill (SL, WT-T#13); he has a son who was pretty
cool. I explained what I had in mind. Gary has this real loud obnoxious
laugh. That's all I could hear through the phone and then his son, Al (SL,
WT-T#13) was on the phone.
"Ahhh...Al ?"
"Yea ! Willy, my dad said you wanted to talk to me."
"Aaah...Ahhh...Well, Al......." I went on to describe my plan and soon Al
was laughing like crazy. He told me that he'd talk to Diane. I'd met Diane
(SL-Ch7,8,9,12,13,14,15 WT-T#13) a couple of weeks ago. Almost too old. Good
well developed breasts - no sag there...Large mature areolae and nipples with
a great dark haired bush between her legs. She told me she loved oral sex and
I went on to eat her for a good half hour while an orgy rained around us. I
love to eat pussy and often can't get enough. I think I could eat pussy for
hours, all night and I have quite a few times in the past.
Al called back that evening and told me Diane was willing to do it, if I'd
promise her some of my weed. I had over a pound and a half of uncleaned
leaves and bud from my farm back in Idaho. I had also rolled about four
hundred joints and still had over two hundred left.
I called Diane and asked if she had a friend who would be interested. She
was sure she could find someone who was interested as long as there was plenty
of "your super dope, Willy !" I was getting hard talking to her because I
knew when the sting was done, I'd get to bone her. Maybe her friend would be
a player too !?
The next morning the girls were over about ten. They were dressed in jean
shorts and tank tops. While Diane is dark headed; her friend, Gracie, is a
blonde and I was already betting that she was blonde all over. Her tits
dwarfed Diane's - almost small watermelon size. I was getting a woody just
chatting with her. Ten minutes later they were down in the communal dressing
room. They spent half the day by the pool and left in Gracie's car about mid-
afternoon.
Now, Anthony, the superintendent I was talking about...Well, if it had
been two teenage guys; Anthony would have shoed them away. Things looked
promising but it was three days before he took the bait. Anthony has a
reputation...Well, nobody has ever caught him...but there have been lots of
rumors. Well, if he's innocent, he won't take the bait, right !?
On the morning in question, Anthony entered the woman's changing room
about five minutes to ten. I was sitting in a comfortable chair by my window.
I had some binoculars, mounted on my tripod, trained on the pool area. I
picked up the phone and dialed Diane's cell phone. They were just pulling
into the complex. She sounded excited when I told her that Anthony was in the
changing room. I could hear Gracie giggling and laughing as Diane told her.
I called Mrs. Abernathy and told her it was "D" day. She always got a
kick out of it when I used W.W.II terminology. She hung up and dialed the
Henderson Police Department. I moved out to the porch and set up my folding
lawn chair on the grass that slopped down to the pool. I saw the girls enter
the pool area and head toward the changing room. When I call Diane
again...Well, the ringing of the phone was to be the signal that the cops were
coming into the pool area. The girls were going to start looking for Anthony
and when they found him, yell their brains out.
Here comes the cops. I dialed the phone and faintly heard it ring in the
changing room. The cops weren't half way across the pool when the yelling and
screaming started. Anthony was running out just as the cops got to the
woman's entrance...And ran right into the cops. I noticed Mrs. Abernathy
standing on the sidewalk by the rear of her condo. She was dressed like she
was going to the store. Nice try, Mrs. "A." You don't fool Willy Tamarack,
not for a second. The two of us watched as the police pushed Anthony back
into the dressing room. Some more shrieks from the girls. Both Dorthy and I
had small smiles on our faces as the cops dragged him away in handcuffs.
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Frederick T.
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"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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