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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 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 Three
(MF Mf oral)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
The next several weeks were a blur. We hardly saw each other. I was
always at the cabin. She was always in town, hustling to get a job with a
real estate company. The Las Vegas Valley is growing like a weed but Carol
had the hardest time getting a job. She was finding out; in Las Vegas you
need juice...You need to know someone. I know she was kind of pissed because
at the beginning she'd call every night but into Wednesday of the second week
she stopped calling. It was lonely at the cabin. I missed her.
I was working on the cabin with a couple of young guys. They were always
talking shit. One was going to be a high school senior in the Fall and I
loved it when he started talking about his girl friend going down on him. He
was just trying to compete with his boss. It was probably bullshit; and then
maybe it wasn't ? I'd had plenty of high school seniors go down on me ! Not
bragging or anything...Yea ! Right, Willy ! His boss was almost thirty,
married twice and not about to do it again. It seemed like every day he was
talking some shit about how many times he got his rocks off the night before.
The cabin was coming along just great. What I was really concerned about
was the "weed room," as Carol called it. I only worked on that when the two
of them knocked it off for the day. That was usually about two. They were on
the job by six-thirty so I was happy with their work ethic. I'd built a floor
over the "weed room" stairs and reinforced it, then paneled the wall, shoving
all kinds of extra insulation into it. Not to go into a lot of detail...I
rigged up the video camera on a mechanical arm and wired it to an electric
motor. I moved my favorite chair into the small closet I built. I'd have to
push it forward right up against the TV and VCR that I installed in the
closet. That was so I could get the trap door open to visit the farm. I even
went so far as to dig a trench to vent the hot air that would fill the "weed
room." I was real happy and couldn't wait to go to town to see Carol and tell
her all about it. I also had to purchase a two way mirror and in Las Vegas
that would be no problem.
Carol was bored to death. She missed Willy and fuck ! This, looking for
work, sucked. She hated slimy guys coming on to her. Now, if she was horny,
she'd come on to just about anyone but she wasn't.....Why ? She didn't know.
She kept thinking back to that night with Dorthy. Willy was hard as rock for
over an hour. She'd never seen him like that before and was suspicious. He
refused to answer her the next day when she asked about it, always changing
the subject.
She tried calling him but the phone just rang and rang. She probably
should have figured he was on his way to see her but she didn't.....A couple
of nights ago it had come to her. She was asleep and woke with a start. The
pink pills...The fucker's taking the pills. She flopped back on to the
mattress and started laughing. She remembered insisting that they follow
Rob...Oh ! God, did that guy have a terrific cock...and it was hard all
afternoon and into the evening. That had to be it. If so...Willy Tamarack
was going to be the stud of studs - even if his dick wasn't world class size.
The next night she was on the strip...All she had to go on was a story
she'd heard from Willy. The guy's name was J.J. (WT-T#11B) - ran a little
operation on the Strip during the Spring and Fall, when the Strip was full of
tourists and their kids. She laughed thinking how pissed Willy must have been
to have to leave...Well, Anthony got his just deserts.
For three nights, she went from video game room to video game room making
the same offer. "A hundred dollars for a phone number where I can reach
J.J....."
The girl she was talking to, approached her about ten minutes ago.
Carol was dropping quarters into a slot machine right outside the video game
arcade in a casino at the Southern edge of the strip.
The girl stood at her shoulder and whispered, "If anyone hassles us,
you're my mom...Ok !?"
Carol just nodded and continued to feed quarters into the machine. Willy
was just arriving at the condo but Carol had no way of knowing that. Her
beeper would have gone off but she turned it off when the girl started
talking. She was about fourteen, maybe. Carol wasn't sure. Blonde hair and
not a bad little body. Willy would go ape shit over her. Carol planned to
bring her or one of her friends over when Willy visited this weekend. At
least that's what she hoped to arrange with J.J.
"Hear you've been offering a little something to find a guy by the name of
J.J. ?" Carol just nodded her head. "You with the police ? Because if you
are...It's entrapment and J.J. will get real pissed when he gets out of jail.
I sure wouldn't want to be the person that caused him all that trouble."
Carol reached down to pick up her hand bag. She opened the top and right
there was a fat sack of marijuana. "This is the best dope J.J. will ever
smoke. He'll be pissed if you don't bring me to him."
The girl stepped away from her and turned to leave the gambling area. She
was headed toward the exit and Carol slowly got to her feet and searched the
area. Who was she kidding ? She had about as much chance picking up
surveillance as Willy did when he was trepan'. She window shopped as they
moved toward the exit and then the young girl disappeared in the crowd. Carol
fought the panic and just kept walking. She was approaching her car when the
girl appeared again. She was on the other side of the parking lot, keeping
pace with her. Carol turned her phone back on and sat in the Camery to wait.
When the girl got in, she said one word. "Drive." They drove for almost
an hour and ended up at a run down house just off Maryland Parkway, somewhat
near the university. Carol started to get out of the car but the girl tossed
her a scarf and told her to get in the back seat and make a blindfold out of
it. Carol flinched but before she could say anything the young girl said, "If
you want to see J.J., put it on." Carol complied and sat and waited. A few
moments later the Camery moved forward.
Another hour passed before the car pulled into a garage. At least that's
what Carol thought as the door made a funny sound as it went down. She was
led through the house and put in a vacant room. The girl took off the
blindfold and told her to wait. It was another hour before there was any
action. She heard the garage door come up and then go down again.
The door burst open and standing in the doorway was a tall, gangly kid
about eighteen or nineteen, maybe a little older. It was hard to tell. He
was shirtless and he had tattoos all over his torso, his chest, his arms, his
stomach. Carol didn't remember Willy telling her about this.
"Hear you got some dynamite weed for me, pretty lady ?!" Carol just
opened her purse and showed him. He motioned for her to follow and they moved
into the front room and sat on the couch together. He produced a bong and
they smoked for a couple of minutes before he said anything.
"You weren't bullshitting...This is dynamite weed. I think you owe my
young friend a hundred dollars...She's a little anxious...hasn't been doing
this for too long and isn't quite yet ready to explore that great big world
out there yet. How about you ?"
Carol giggled and then it came out. ".....My husband...Would love to
teach your young friend the ways of the world. In fact that's about all that
excites him enough to please me...If he first has a young woman...Then he's a
man...A wild man."
"Young ladies, like Sharon, don't come without a price...A steep price
most places I've been."
Carol almost laughed. She wondered what exotic places this kid had been.
Nothing compared to her or Willy either, for that matter. And sexually he
couldn't be in the same league as Carol. She was an animal when she was horny
and she was getting hornier by the second.
"Well...The dope and then there's always me and if that's not good
enough...I've got five more hundred dollar bills in my purse." J.J. just
stared at her. He slowly rose and undid his jeans. They fell off his skinny
frame and Carol was staring at a dick that was as long as Willy's was
hard...this thing was dangling down past the guy's balls. She smiled up at
him as he stepped between her legs.
She had his cock in her hands and could feel it starting to get hard. She
licked the head and the guy threw his head back. "Suck it, honey...Shit ! I
don't even know your name." Carol didn't answer him until he'd cum in her
mouth and she let go of his soft cock.
Willy was fast a sleep in their bed at the condo as Carol got out of her
clothes and fucked J.J. until he couldn't get it up again. She was sucking on
his cock and licking his balls when her beeper went off. She got up and asked
if the phone worked. J.J. was wrecked and just pointed to the kitchen. Carol
dialed the number on her beeper, disappointed that it wasn't Willy.
"Hello...Carol Whitouski, here."
"Aaah...Carol ? This is Frank Malibu (4Seasons). I'm the chief cook and
bottle-washer at Sundown Realty. Was wondering if you could drop by tomorrow
afternoon. I'm looking for the right person to be on the team with us. I
called Boulder this afternoon and got a glowing recommendation from your
previous employer..."
Carol interrupted. "How did you get my name, Mr. Malibu ?" Willy would
crack up at the guy's name. "Frank Malibu." Carol laughed as Frank explained
that a friend of his called from one of the other realties. Thought she was
perfect for the job but just didn't have the space on board. Carol thought
the line was bullshit. Who cared how many realtors you had working for you.
It was a commission game. They didn't pay anyone shit. A few minutes later
she was back in the den. J.J. was still on the couch, snoozing.
She got to her knees and started sucking his limp dick again. When he was
half hard, she asked him. "We got a deal, J.J. ?" He just nodded his head up
and down and told her to keep sucking. A few moments later she asked him if
he had a friend. He started laughing, struggled off the couch and into the
kitchen to use the phone. An hour later another young guy showed up and the
three of them fucked and sucked until neither of the young guys could get it
up again.
It was past eight the next morning before Carol got dressed to leave.
J.J. was some what coherent and asked as she left the bedroom, "Aaah...How we
gona do this, Carol ?" Carol told him five o'clock tonight...The Taco Bell up
on Sunset. She went home and crashed. Willy had left no more than five
minutes before she arrived home.
It didn't bother me all that much that she didn't come home. Shit ! She
could be just about anywhere. Maybe back up at the cabin but I didn't really
believe that. I toked up a morning doobie as I drove down to the glass place
and was back at the cabin by eleven, watching the guys work - stripped down to
the waist. I wondered how they'd fare with Carol. It was Thursday afternoon
and they were just about finished. As I walked up to the porch that held the
hot tub off at one end and entered the house, I heard the phone ringing.
One of the guys called to me that it was probably my wife. Shit !
Where'd they get that idea. I'd never mentioned Carol to them. I picked up
the phone.
"Willy...Willy ! I got a job. I got hired. Willy...Willy is that you ?"
I nodded my head before I realized that she was talking to me on the phone and
couldn't see my reaction.
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
"Great ! Carol !" I was stoked. We really didn't really need the money
but it would be just fucking great if she could make enough to keep the condo
going. I was still leaning toward selling it...Plus it'd give us more money
to fuck off with !
"Willy...I've got a surprise for you tonight. Can you come down ?
Please. Please. You'll really like it. I promise. Honest."
I didn't bother telling her that I'd been down last night. I told her I
couldn't make it until I finished a project. I wanted the camera, VCR and TV
to be fully operational by tomorrow afternoon so I could sit back and watch
these two studs fuck Carol's brains out and then I was going to finish her off
with a little "fuck." Talk about surprises ! I could hardly wait.
Thirty seconds after hanging up with Willy. Frank Malibu was on the
phone. He wanted Carol to drop by the office and meet some the staff. Every
Thursday afternoon they had a staff meeting. Carol said she probably couldn't
make it until six or so. Frank was disappointed, she could tell, but went on
to tell her that six would be ok.
I finished early. After cutting the hole in the wall and mounting the
mirror; I ran a quick check on the electronics. I ran out of the closet and
into the bedroom, rolled around on the bed and then ran back to the closet. I
pressed "stop" then "rewind" and watched myself rolling around on the bed.
The lighting wasn't that great but figured, I could fuck with it tomorrow.
I was at the condo. It was about five-thirty. I was stoned. I vaguely
heard the phone ringing but had no intention of rushing out of the shower to
answer it. When I wandered into the front room, I found a young lady sitting
on the couch. She was dressed in shorts and a "T" shirt. The "T" shirt had
something written on it but I couldn't make it out. The phone started ringing
again.
"The last one was your wife. You gona get it ?" I wandered toward where
the phone was, in the kitchen.
"And your name is ?" I called as I disappeared into the kitchen. She
called back, "Sharon."
"Yea..."
"Willy...It's Carol...Like your surprise ?" There was some static, she
was on her cell phone. I looked back toward the den. I couldn't see the
young lady sitting on my couch.
"Well...We haven't been properly introduced." Carol started laughing. I
joined her.
"Aaah...Willy...I'm not going to make it until later. I've got a meeting
with my new boss and I'm late...Should have been there early this afternoon.
I couldn't make it so I'm going now...Ok ?"
I moved toward the front room and saw "Sharon" still sitting on the couch.
"Aaah...Yea !? Where'd you meet Sharon ?"
"Remember J.J. ?" My mind flashed back to that time so long ago. Almost
a year...Before my cancer operation...I was still on the run...Didn't have a
place to hang my hat...My head up my ass. That was all behind me now.
"J.J...Huh ?
"Yea...J.J."
"You going to be around later ?"
"Sure...You need a little help ?" She was giggling.
"Nah ! I don't think so...I thought it might be fun, though !?"
I broke the connection and moved into the front room. My dope and glass
pipe in one hand and a can of Diet Pepsi in the other. Sharon was still
sitting on the couch, gawking out into space. I wondered if she was already
stoned ? J.J...Huh ? I sat next to her and we passed the pipe back and
forth. I asked her if she could tell me how I could reach J.J. She had a
number but wasn't sure he'd be there.
I got up to call him. J.J. could be a valuable guy. He answered on the
second ring. "Willy Tamarack, here. How you doing J.J. ?"
"Oh ! Wow ! Willy...How you been, man ?"
"Pretty good J.J. and why, pray tell, did you send one of your young
ladies over to entertain me this evening ?"
I waited a long time before he answered. "Aaah...I though your wife would
have told you, man. Hey ! Thanks for the dope."
"The dope ???" It took me a little over five minutes to pry the details
out of J.J. but then I already knew Carol had set this up for me. J.J. kept
going on and on about the lengths Carol went to meet him. Things had been
tight here in 'Vegas while I'd been away. He went on to tell me that he
honestly didn't know it was my wife until "way later, man." I laughed to
myself, visualizing Carol getting her brains fucked out by that gangly kid, I
knew as J.J. I'm sure she loved every minute.
"How much I owe you, J.J. ?"
"Not a thing, Willy...Like I said, man, your wife brought me about an
ounce of your weed, man and I've been stoned ever since." I started laughing.
He continued. "Hey ! Man...Like...I'd like a steady supply of this shit."
"No problem, J.J. I'd like a steady supply of 'Sharons' too !" I broke
the connection and wandered back into the den. Sharon was darling and real
fucking stoned. I sat next to her on the couch and torched up the pipe again.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
Carol was in Frank's office. They'd been drinking white wine for over an
hour. When she arrived there were still about a dozen people congregating in
the meeting room. Frank had bought a couple of cases of beer and several
bottles of wine and everyone was drinking and joking around. The last person
left about a half an hour ago. Carol was sure Frank was going to make a pass
at her and was looking forward to the come on. She just couldn't figure out
how it was going to go.
"Is there a Mr. Whitouski ?" Carol was surprised by the bluntness of his
query.
She countered with, "Is there a Mrs. Malibu ?" Frank smiled and refilled
her glass.
"Yea...But she's pretty cool."
"So's Mr. Whitouski but his real name is Mr. Tamarack. He's retired air
force, lives up on Mount Charleston, some where, most of the week and we see
each other on weekends..." She let that hang in the air.
There was no doubt in Frank Malibu's mind...He wanted this woman to work
for him. She was an intelligent, self-assured, good looking woman. He was
confident her looks alone would enable her to sell houses here in 'Vegas.
Shit ! She was one of the top sellers in Boulder - at least that's what her
former employer told him. Realtors tended to be real bullshitters though so
you could never really tell. Plus, he wouldn't mind fucking her every once
and a while. He wondered if he could talk Vicky into joining them ? In the
past three years, the two of them had bedded several of the realtors he'd
employed. Vicky liked three ways. She'd never had two men but loved sharing
him with another woman. Oh ! They'd talked about it but Vicky always said
Frank was enough man for two. Frank didn't mind.
Well...There was a time when she didn't want anything to do with sex but
that was past them...When the boys died in that freak accident in Ogden.
Fuck ! Who'd ever believe both of your sons would suffocate in a snow cave,
they built, right in their own back yard ! Maybe they should have watched
them closer ? Well...That was in the past !
He looked over at Carol and asked, "And what does Mr. Tamarack do for a
living ?"
He almost spit out some wine when Carol said, "He grows just about the
best marijuana in the whole fucking world !"
He started laughing and Carol joined him. She was fishing in her purse
and came out with a joint that looked like a very small, slim cigar. The dope
Frank had been getting in Las Vegas was ok but was fairly expensive. He was
rolling the joint between his fingers when Carol told him to light it up.
The two of them were stoned very quickly and Frank was thinking, if he
could remember, he'd have to ask her to get him some. This was fucking
dynamite shit. Vicky would love it. Carol was over by his desk looking at
the picture of Vicky.
"Your wife looks pretty young, Frank."
"She's..." He had a hard time forming the words, his thoughts racing
though his brain. God ! This woman had an ass on her. He imagined fucking
his cock in and out between the cheeks of her ass. He was starting to get
hard. "She's ten years younger than I am...twenty-eight."
Carol turned and caught him staring at her ass. "Mr. Tamarack is twelve
years older than I am. I figure that makes us the about the same age." She
let her gaze drop to his crotch and was positive that he had the makings of a
woody in his pants. "He loves younger women...but don't worry, your wife is a
little old for him."
Frank was trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarak was. His brain wasn't
working too well or too fast. A thought flashed through his mind.....Ogden,
ten years ago. He was twenty-eight. Vicky just eighteen. They were both
products of Las Vegas. Frank met her at a casino gig when he was working for
his dad on the Strip. She was there with her mother...Love at first sight.
They were married before she graduated from high school. Then the
shortage...Frank was dealing and the kitty was short...Even his dad couldn't
protect him. Frank knew he'd been fucked over but there wasn't a fucking
thing he could do about it. His dad sent him away to Ogden to start over
again - this time - real estate. He did real well in Utah and moved back to
town about three years ago.
He couldn't get the picture out of his mind...The first time Vicky and he
shared a young woman...It was Vicky's idea...Said the young thing had a real
crush on him...The daughter of a friend of his dad's...God ! She was only
sixteen and so nasty...The two of them couldn't get enough of her...And then
their baby sitter...A virgin and nastier than the first one. It had been a
long time since they'd shared a young lady...He wondered ?
"Still trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarack is ?" Carol broke into
Frank's thoughts. She handed him the joint and he took a big drag.
"Jesus ! This shit is fucking crazy...You sure it's just weed ?" Frank's
cock felt thick in his slacks. He was almost sure she was glancing at it
every once and a while. Carol was just nodding her head up and down with a
big "shit eatin'" grin on her face. Fifty flashed into his brain. He blurted
out, "Fifty...Your old man's fifty !"
"Bingo, Frank." She took the joint from him and took a deep drag. He
wondered how a fifty year old man could keep up with her. Maybe, she didn't
need it that much. Shit ! It was just after they moved back to 'Vegas that
he got Vicky back into craving sex after the accident....But once started, she
became a wild woman very quickly...Just like the old days. His cock
lengthened and thickened in his slacks. Carol was openly staring at it.
He flexed it a couple of times. He damn near had a full hardon in his
pants and this woman hadn't taken her eyes off of it for the last ten seconds.
She looked up at him with that "shit eatin'" grin on her face.
"Frank...You might split the crotch of your pants unless..." Her hands
were on his belt and then he felt his pants being dragged down his legs. His
jockey shorts came with them and his boner slapped up against his shirt. the
head of his penis sticking out of his uncircumcised cock, almost purple in
color. Carol was on her knees and her mouth was on his cock. His hands came
to her hair and then she was sucking him. He knew he wouldn't last long.
Jesus ! This woman could suck cock. It had taken him about two years to
teach Vicky to give head like this woman was.
Oh ! God ! Here it came. His cock shuddered a couple of times and then
started spewing...Two, three, maybe four spurts of semen flooded Carol's
mouth. Carol almost gagged on the load filling her mouth and had to swallow
three times before she was sure she could release his shrinking penis without
spilling some of his semen on to her clothes.
She looked up at him and said, "I love uncircumcised cocks...I hope we can
get this baby up again. You have made me one very horny lady." Frank smiled
down at her and then lifted her to her feet. He worked on her jacket and
blouse as she stripped off her skirt. He could see the dark tangle of her
pubic hair through her white panties and then she pulled his face to her
breasts. He eagerly sucked on her nipples and took small bites of her breast
meat. Carol's hands worked his shirt off and then they separated and got
completely naked. Frank's cock was already starting to get hard.
"Oh ! Yea ! Frank...I want that cock...I want you to fuck my brains
out...Oh ! God ! You've got a big cock...I love big cocks...Come on, Frank,
give it to me." Carol had stripped off her panties and jumped up on to
Frank's desk. She put her heels on the edge of his desk and spread her legs.
Frank had never seen a woman with so much hair between her legs. His cock was
bouncing up and down in his crotch. He was ready and Carol eagerly guided his
pole to her hole. She ran the head of his dick up and down her cunt lips and
worked it into her wet slit. Frank pushed hard and Carol started screaming.
He bottomed out in her and then started fucking her like he hadn't fucked in
years...Well, months at least.
She was so hot and so wet. He pounded her and she egged him on to fuck
her faster and harder. Frank could usually last a good long while after
blowing his first load but found this woman's cunt was milking his cock like
he'd never experienced before. He was close so soon and tried to slow down
but Carol would have none of that. Her legs were wrapped around him, her cunt
like quicksand, pulling him further and further into her warm depths. He was
there again...Felt his cock explode in her womb. She got even slicker than
she was, the grip on his cock lessening some what. She was panting, sweat
rolling down between her breast...And what breasts they were...As large as a
large size orange and topped with areolae the circumference of a beer can - a
very large berry sized nipple in the center of each and so dark.
Frank was still fucking her slowly, his penis slowly shrinking in her.
Every few moments, she'd arch up off the desk and drill herself on to his
still half hard cock. What a fuck she was ! He looked down between her legs
and was able to see her slick, pink cunt lips slide back and forth on his
cock. He was still amazed at the jungle of hair between her legs. She had
more hair down there than he did and Frank was a pretty hairy guy. He could
see his semen glisten in their pubic hair. He finally slipped out of her and
stepped away from her. Some of his jizzim was leaking out of her and wetting
his desk top.
"Frank...Your old lady is one lucky girl...She mind you sharing ?" Carol
was almost laughing.
Frank didn't know what to say and then blurted out, "What are you doing
for dinner ?"
"Gettin' a lot more of that..." Carol said as she torched up the joint
and pointed to his dangling pecker. "...I hope."
Frank laughed and then countered with, "I hope you left a something for my
wife...She's gona be real pissed if you ate the whole thing."
Carol started laughing and then asked if she could use the phone. Frank
just nodded as he took another hit off the roach. Carol rolled over on his
desk and picked up the phone. Frank stared at her ass. Oh ! Jesus Fucking
Christ ! This cunt had an ass on her. One of her legs came up as Carol
reached for the phone. He could see a jungle of hair between her ass cheeks,
matted with his jizzim. Vicky was going to love eating this thing. He could
hardly wait to get her home to his wife. Shit ! He was starting to feel the
urge again. He wanted to fuck Carol while she ate Vicky. God ! He wanted
both of them...All sweaty...Eating and fucking and sucking ! Frank Malibu
could feel a good night coming on. He'd have to remember to thank the guy who
recommended Carol Whitouski to him. That fucker made a mistake, a big fucking
mistake, not hiring her.
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
The phone was ringing for the third time. I was trying to decide whether
to answer it or not. I was real stoned and a fourteen or fifteen year old
teenage girl was bouncing up and down on my cock. She was panting, her mouth
open, nostrils flared. Her small cupcake size tits were giggling on her
chest, covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her areolae were smaller
than dimes, her nipples like tiny pencil erasures, all a light pink color.
Her waist was so skinny with a deep belly button, her ribs clearly visible
with just a small thatch of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. Her cunt lips
were almost hairless. I know...I had eaten her for almost an hour before we
started fucking.
It started when she told me that my "wife..." Well, we weren't really
married but Carol often told people we were. I think she wants us to get
married. Anyway, Sharon is her name and she tells me, after we share about a
bowl full of some of my great weed...
"Aaah...Willy...Your wife told me you'd probably let me have some of your
dope if I let you take some pictures. Carol said you're an amateur
photographer...And you're always looking for young girls to model for you.
Was she bullshittin' me ?"
I laughed and damn near lost a lung full of smoke. "No...That's one
thing Carol doesn't do."
"What...Model for you or bullshit ?" I laughed again and got to my feet.
I took Sharon by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The last time I saw my
still camera was when we moved in but something told me it'd be all set up in
the bedroom. I was probably too stoned to notice it when I showered earlier.
I asked Sharon to strip down to her bra and panties while I packed another
bowl. This young thing had a dynamite body. Nice perky young breasts. I
could see her nipples harden as she stripped off her "T" shirt. When she
shucked off her jeans, I started to get hard. I started snapping and only
stopped when Sharon came over to take a hit off the bong. I touched her
shoulder and before I knew it we were kissing. I wished we were up at the
cabin and I had the VCR going but realized that things were well beyond me
driving us up there.
I left her bra on but quickly had her panties off and buried my face in
her groin. She smelled so fresh, so clean. I licked her down covered labia
at my leisure and soon had the young thing bouncing her ass up and down on the
mattress. I pushed her legs up and allowed my tongue to wander down to her
puckered, hairless anus. When I reamed my tongue into her asshole, she came
for the first time. Her cries were almost shrieks and really sounded like she
was laughing but when I looked up at her face I found it a mask of lust and
quickly went back to making her cum some more.
My cock was almost hard in my shorts. I was dying to bury it in her tight
little pussy. When I got to my feet, Sharon helped me off with my shorts and
immediately gobbled up my half hard cock. This young lady knew how to suck
cock and soon had me thrusting my groin back and forth as her lips slid back
and forth on my dick. I threw my head back and had my first orgasm and I
wasn't even all the way hard yet. My body shook, my stomach tensed up and I
could feel that warm feeling spread out through out my lower body. I looked
down at Sharon, who still had my half hard cock partially in her mouth. She
was just nibbling on the head. The look on her face was priceless. She knew
I had just had an orgasm and couldn't figure out why I didn't fill her mouth
with semen.
Well...About a year ago...No, make that two years ago, I found out I had
prostate cancer. Oh ! I got it taken care of. Had my prostate cut out and
so far so good, the cancer hasn't come back. I take a PSA test every three
months or so to keep track of it. Anyway, I still have orgasms but I just
don't shoot anything anymore. It's ok with me...Well, I do admit that I miss
filling a tight little cunt with semen but hey ! There's not much I can do
about it.
I went to the bathroom and fished around in the medicine cabinet until I
found the baggie of pink pills. I call them "fuck" cause they give me a
ragging hardon that lasts near an hour. I fished around in the baggie and
found a small part of one of the pills I'd cut into eighths several days ago.
Down the hatch. I swallowed a little water from the tap and wandered back
into the bedroom. Sharon was lying on the bed, hitting on the bong. I
crawled up with her and we shared the rest of the bong. When I was hard we
started fucking. Oh ! She was an energetic little thing.....
Sharon was still bouncing on top of me as I tried to reach the phone. She
was laughing. I finally reached the phone, "...Aah...Yea..."
"Willy...It's Carol." She sounded breathless. "I ran into a real big
deal here and I don't think I'm going to make it for a while...You getting
along with Sharon ?"
"Yea...You could say that...Thanks, Carol. Whenever you get here is ok
with me...Hey ! Before I forget..." I'd rolled Sharon off me and now she was
sucking on my still hard cock. I had a hard time concentrating, watching her
blonde haired head bounce around in my crotch. "...I was hoping you could
come up to the cabin with me tomorrow...I've got a surprise for you."
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away, lover..."
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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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