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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes
to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL)
and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
(MF oral)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
He'd been sitting in his car in the parking lot for over twenty minutes.
Five minutes had passed since they entered the apartment or condo or townhouse
or whatever you call it. He got out of his car and slowly made his way to the
front door. It was locked. After all, they weren't total fools. He wasn't a
big man but when he kicked the door just to the right of the door knob with
his heel; the door burst open. He stood there, surprised by his strength.
The woman was on her knees on the couch, her skirt bunched up around her
waist. The man's trousers had fallen down, around his ankles. Both of their
heads turned at the sound of the door bursting open. The man turned to face
him, his penis engorged with blood, spurting semen. He noticed the woman
wasn't wearing any undergarments, maybe the man took them off ? His
concentration wavered a bit as he stared at the woman's gaping vulva, swollen
and red. His first shot hit the man in the shoulder as he walked into the
room. He continued firing. The second shot hit the man in the chest. He
stood over him and fired the third shot into the man's face and then the forth
shot into his groin where his penis had reverted to it's flaccid state.
The red headed woman was screaming and scrambling off the couch. She
scooped up her purse and found the Saturday night special rather quickly,
considering the circumstances. Two quick shots sounded and her husband fell
to the floor. She stared at the two men on the floor, raised the pistol to
her mouth and caressed the barrel with her lips for a moment before blowing
the top of her head off.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
"Hey ! Surfer dude...Need your help in the bedroom."
Timmy Haggerty heard the, "Hey ! Surfer dude..." The rest was just
gibberish. He was sweeping up a mess the painters made in the front room. He
leaned the broom up against the wall of the empty room and walked toward the
bedroom.
"Timmy, how about climbing up into the attic and checking to see if
there's anything up there."
"Aw ! What the fuck do we have to do that for ?"
"Hey ! Man, we're supposed to check out the entire condo and make repairs
as necessary. Plus the longer we're here, the more we get paid. Now, just
climb up on my back and get your ass into the attic and look around."
Timmy did as he was told and was soon alone in the attic. It was dark and
hot. Even though it was just mid-March, the temperature in the attic was over
eighty degrees. His asshole boss didn't even give him a flash light - how the
fuck was he supposed to see shit up here in the dark ?
His eyes slowly accustomed themselves to the dark. Timmy moved away from
the hole in the attic floor and began to search - for what - he had no idea.
Over in a far corner of the attic was a very dark shadow. Timmy moved toward
it.
"Hey ! What's taking you so long ?"
"Fuck you, Butch. It's fucking dark up here. Be a lot easier if I had a
flash light."
Timmy continued to move toward the corner of the attic until he ran into a
cardboard box. He felt the box with his hands and found it covered with dust.
He was very careful as he opened it and peered inside. He couldn't see shit
and was about to yell something down to Butch when his hands felt something
interesting. There were two jars in the box plus a note book and several VCR
tapes.
"Not a fucking thing up here, Butch."
"Well...then, get your ass out of the attic. It's almost quittin' time,
Timmy."
Much later that evening Timmy was back at the condo with his back pack on.
The rent-a-cop at the gate was an asshole and hassled Timmy for about three
minutes before letting him inside. Timmy told him he forgot his jacket that
afternoon when he left the site. He entered the condo, dropped his back pack
to the floor and quickly removed a flash light and his jacket. He was back
into his back pack and up into the attic in no time. He packed the contents
of the card board box into his back pack and was back into the condo bedroom
in under a minute. He put his jacket on over his back pack and casually
walked back out to where the rent-a-cop was guarding the entrance. Timmy
Haggerty was back home and closeted in his room, less than an hour after he
left. His parents never knew he left the house.
Timmy examined the contents of his back pack. The jars were used
mayonnaise jars, cleaned and filled with pills. One jar had pink pills in it,
the other blue. The blue pills were about half the size of the pink pills.
The note book was filled with pages of neatly subscribed notes. There were
five VCR tapes. Timmy figured he'd have to plan a good deal to view the VCR
tapes as his family only had one and it was in the front room. Something told
him he wouldn't want his parents looking over his shoulder while he watched
these tapes.
Timmy got dressed for bed and brushed his teeth. He then settled on the
bed and began reading. The first ten pages or so were filled with equations
and chemical symbols that Timmy could hardly understand. He got bored,
reading the shit and fell asleep without really understanding what he had
discovered. Tomorrow morning was Sunday and Timmy was going to be up at the
crack of dawn, surfing an early South swell hitting the beaches of Orange
County, California.
His discovery didn't seem that important to him and it was Wednesday
evening before Timmy got back to the note book. He skipped over the pages
with the chemical symbols and started on the page titled "Clinical Trials."
In less than ten minutes he had a ragging hardon and was planning on skipping
school Friday to watch the tapes. There was no doubt in Timmy's mind; he had
discovered a gold mine and was already planning on how to milk it dry !
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
Subject #1
My first piece of ass...blonde...not bad looking...nice tits...blonde
bush. Was a wild woman...couldn't keep up with her...came three times...once
in her cunt...once in her mouth and once in her ass. Got hard again but
didn't cum...cock sore for three days. Have to cut the formulae. Evaluation
worthless.
Subject #2
Gorgeous...Short dark hair...nice tits...dynamite ass...trimmed bush. Got
the formulae right...fucked her three times and came on her face. One more
test before I try the stuff myself. Cock sore again for about three days.
Subject #3
Long, light brown hair...not much of a body. So hot on the stuff, I
caught her fingering herself in the bar restroom. Blew the first load into
her face while she was sitting on the john and then fucked her. Interrupted
by a guy wanting to use the head...left her...she serviced three guys while I
watched ! This shit is fantastic...next time I use it too !
Subject #4
Older woman...Brown hair...biggest tits I've ever seen...a little saggy
but fucking huge. Took the pill when we got in the car and had a ragging
hardon, probably because she was stroking it all the way to the motel. Don't
remember a fucking thing after we got naked...Woke up around midnight and
found her covered with blood...freaked out and split...checked on her later at
the diner and found her ok ! Cock sore for about a week...Have to cut the
formulae !!
Subject #5
Blonde...nice tits...blew the first load in her mouth and all over her
face. Fucked her three more times and blew another load in her mouth...then
fucked her again. Some what in control but still need to lower the dosage.
Cock sore for four days afterward. Getting there !
Subject #6
Dark haired...good looking...found her in the supermarket...blew me in the
parking lot...made it to her place and fucked her three times...once in the
ass. A real hot chick ! Gave great head...she swallowed another load, too !
In total control. She asked me to call her. Cock a little sore...I think
it's perfect !
Subject #7
The woman I interviewed with, Ms. Jean deVoss. Graying hair...a large
bust...trimmed her bush. Fucked her...pumped a load on her face...came on her
tits and fucked her again until she couldn't hold still. Figured what the
fuck, she's not going to hire me anyway. The job offer freaked me out and I
guess Jean deVoss will be the first woman I do it with twice ??
Subject #8
Nancy something...platinum blond...small tits...great ass ! Not that
experienced...never sucked cock before. Blew the first load on her
face...came in her cunt twice...blew a load on her skirt and then fucked her
in the ass. Had to go to work afterward and could hardly function...cock felt
like it had been in a meat grinder...got her number...want to see her again.
Subjects #9, 10, 11 & 12
Company picnic...Teddie something was the first...fucked her on a picnic
table while another couple fucked at the other end...switched places with the
guy and fucked his wife while he fucked Teddie. Doris was her name and she
was black...a first. Then fucked two checkers and had them suck my cock while
the orgy continued. Can't believe how well "sex" works. Only used two pills
and four women were out of control...maybe cut the dosage again ??
Subjects # 13 & 14
Mother and daughter...both blonde. Caught the daughter getting herself
off in her bedroom and had her blow me, then ate her blonde haired pussy and
filled her tight little cunt with cum...blew another load in her mouth and was
in the process of fucking her again when mother got home. Was going to split
but found the mother drank the rest of the soda pop and was hot for some cock.
Ate her on the breakfast table and then fucked her for a bit but hardly got
off...shouldn't have done the daughter so much. Ha ! Ha !
Subject #15
Jean deVoss' admin. asst...Janet Springfield. Small, young lady...dark
hair...tits as big as her boss...shaved pussy. Fucked her three or four times
and came in her mouth twice. She blew me again the next day for lunch without
"Sex." Fucked her for three days straight...bought a video camera and filmed
a couple of nights...then got tired of her. Last night told her it was
over...asked me to fuck her twice in ten minutes and I haven't given her "Sex"
in two days. Met Jean de Voss in parking lot the next day...took her to a
bar. Jean was obviously hot to fuck but I slip her "Sex" anyway...took her
home and out walks a very naked Janet. The two of them damn near killed me
but they did spend a lot of time eating and sucking each other...what a turn
on...and I got it on tape !!
Subject # 16 & 17
I'd been handing "Sex" out to a few guys in every bar I visited and I was
visiting a lot. I figured the formulae was perfect so I wanted a little
unbiased view. After two weeks of nothing - all of a sudden a little nibble.
I'm positive the slow response is because they realize they're on to something
big and want to be cool about it. This Chinese cocktail waitress, kind of
like a joke, asks me if I'm the man with the magic pills. I laugh but in a
few minutes, admit I've got lots of magic pills...We end up at my place and
she spends the night. Another first time at bat - "around the world" - in her
cunt, ass and mouth. A week later she brings a delicious partner and I fuck
her tight, almost hairless cunt until it's swollen and red - Fuck ! I was a
wild man again. Maybe this shit grows on you ?
Subject #18
This friend of Nancy's...Janice...tall...slim, not much bust. Great ass
and the nastiest woman I've ever met. Did it all with her the first time -
she was egging me on to do more. In the cunt, ass and mouth, also came in her
face but it was the fourth squirt and didn't amount to much. Saw her three
times the first week - each time she was hornier than the last. She told me
after one morning fuck fest that she was on the way to see her tennis buddy,
now ! I imagined she fucked his brains out too ? Pumped her the following
week for an intro to Barbra Thorpp. I could tell she wasn't too happy about
it but pressed her hard. She agreed as long as I promised to leave her
daughter alone.
Subject #19
Another of Nancy's friends...Lynn...A real stacked blonde...natural too !
Her eye brows are a real wispy straw color. Like I said, I had been handing
out some of the pink pills and now was meeting the first guy who seemed to
know what I was handing out. He went on and on about how hot it made his
fiancee. Told him to pick out a woman in the bar and we'd both fuck her this
afternoon at the John Wayne...if that's what he wanted. He looked around and
said, "How about the blonde with the big tits ?" I looked over and there was
Lynn saying good-by to a man. I was positive it was her husband. I walked
confidently over to her and introduced myself to her husband. After a few
minutes, he left. I slid in beside her and told her I had a friend...could he
come and join us ? Twenty minutes later the guy, I'm with...Barney...is
playing with her tits in the booth. I break them up...Barney is
registering...up the elevator...He's pulling off her clothes...I'm out of
mine...She's a natural blonde all right...Nice hairy pussy...a little heavy in
the hips and thighs...Barney is down on the bed with her...He's no where near
as big as I am but she's panting and bellowing like crazy. As soon as he's
done, I climb aboard and fuck her for twenty minutes straight. I came three
times and her cunt looked like a swamp with all the cum that was draining out
of it. Barney and I fucked her five times between us and we both got a blow
job. Is this great or what ?!
Subject #20
Mrs. Robert Thorpp...Janice made me work for it. She called every morning
for a week and demanded to be fucked or I'd never get to meet Barbra. I
didn't like being on the short end of the stick so I planned a little surprise
for Janice. The last two times I left her place, I ran into her
daughter...Just like her mother...tall, slim, dark hair. I overheard her
trying to get some dope from a friend. I talked her into meeting me after
school the following day and took her to the beach. In the car, I taught her
to blow me and then took her home with cum all over her face and blouse.
Anyway, after that I got the invite and during lunch with Janice and Barbra,
asked Barbra for a ride home. Jackpot ! Got it on film and it looks great,
if I say so myself. Mailed it yesterday.
##### Testing ended #####
Notes
Just a couple of notes: Figure that if anybody reads this I'm not
around...Probably shot by some jealous husband...Ha ! Ha ! Right now I'm
getting too much pussy to write anything...quit my job and have women all over
me, all the time. They give me money, jewelry, you name it, they give it to
me. Also selling a lot of the shit at $10 a pill - never the blue ones
though. Noticed the other day that I'm not even giving "Sex" to them and
they're hot for it - must be word of mouth. Have noticed the formulae appears
to work better if you tease the woman with what you're going to do with them -
it drives them wild. One woman, I'd only met once, came up to me at the
tennis club and asked if I was free that afternoon but I was with Barbra and
didn't intend giving her up for some unknown. Got another date with Thorpp's
wife this p.m. - have turned her into a raving nymphomaniac - looking forward
to it. Just remember the pink one is for girls and the blue one is for boys.
Enjoy !
Timmy could hardly wait to watch the tapes...
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
Retired Lieutenant Colonel Dale Haggerty drove like a mad man through the
high desert South of Las Vegas. He was finally on the last leg of his trip.
He had a bottle of Jack Daniel's between his legs and was just keeping up with
traffic at seventy-five. He had the hard top behind the front seat and the
trunk was full of his possessions. Dale was hoping some fresh air would sober
him up a little before he arrived at his brother's. He noticed the
temperature was ninety-seven as he cruised through Baker. Jesus ! It was
hotter than hell here and it was only early May.
Last night was a blur of drinking, gambling, more drinking and more
gambling. He'd spent three days in Las Vegas. He only planned on spending
one. But the first night in town; met a young lady who guaranteed him that
she'd show him a great time his entire stay. The first night didn't go too
well because Dale got so fucking drunk he passed out as soon as he hit the
bed. He was surprised to find "Shelly" still there the next morning. The
money he gave her, to sleep with him, was still on the night stand.
"What are you still doing here...I would have thought you'd have left long
ago ?" Dale's head was splitting.
"Who's Donna ?" He didn't answer her. She'd been sitting in the stuffed
chair across the room before getting up to get him a glass of water and a
couple of aspirin. He gulped down the water and the pills. "Well, I
considered it but thinking about last night...Well ! I had damn good
time...Dinner...Dancing. It's not often a girl, like me, meets a guy willing
to treat it like a date instead of just a fuck. So when you passed out; I
decided to see if you were game for tonight ?"
Dale looked at her through blood shot eyes. "We do anything ?"
"I told you, we had dinner and you took me dancing and then gambling..."
"No ! I mean; when we got back here..."
The girl shook her head back and forth. "By then, Dale, you had drank
just about every bottle of Jack Daniel's in Clark County. You hit the bed and
crashed."
Dale looked disappointed, rolled over and told her to wake him at two.
God ! She looked a lot like his wife...ex-wife, he should say. This whore,
though, had more integrity that his ex-wife. Catches her "red handed" with
some young F-15 squadron commander, coming out of a motel in the middle of the
afternoon. A week later, he leaves on temporary duty and catches the same guy
walking up the street and into his house...Stayed at his neighbor's house
across the street and got it all on video - her meeting him at the door -
embracing him at the door. He could only imagine what else they did.
Dale married Donna over twenty-three years ago...Didn't meet her until he
was a Captain at Squadron Officers School. She'd hang out at the officer's
club on Friday nights. They started dating and married six months later.
Marriage wasn't exactly what Dale thought it would be. He'd done very little
dating since college - in fact, hadn't done any. All the sex he'd gotten; he
paid for. Southeast Asia was an "adult" Disneyland...And Dale took full
advantage of it.
Donna was nowhere near as hot in bed as she looked...A big blonde -
natural too ! Tits like watermelons and a blonde curly bush that drove him
wild. She'd parcel out sex like it was a prize at the carnival though and
Dale relegated himself to a life of "waxing his pole" three or four times a
week. He laughed to himself, thinking how disappointed the F-15 fuck was
going to be.
Shelly was shaking him. After shaving and showering, he felt half alive
and after a couple of shots of "Jack," was ready to party. Dinner was grand,
the dancing devine; they gambled until almost dawn and on the way back to his
hotel; Dale got on the floor of the cab and gave Shelly head for about ten
minutes...That is until they pulled up in front of his hotel. The doorman had
a hard time suppressing the grin on his face and Dale was real pissed because
he felt that Shelly was just about to get off.
Once in the room, he stripped off his clothes and promptly passed out on
the bed. Shelly, again, spent the night in the stuffed chair. She woke
before he did and crawled up on the bed with him. He was sleeping without the
covers and his cock was clearly visible, nestled in a forest of dark pubic
hair. His chest was covered with it, thick, almost black. She started at his
knee and worked her mouth up to where she could have licked his testicles if
she wanted too. His cock hadn't stirred. When she was half way up his other
thigh, she saw his cock twitch. Shelly smiled. She was going to suck this
guy's brains out through the head of his cock; maybe then he wouldn't get so
drunk - thinking of what he would get when they got back to his room. God !
Did he give her some good head last night ?! Most of the guys who went down
on her, did it just to turn themselves on - some even came while they were
eating her. Dale was certainly different. There was no doubt in her mind
that he was trying to get her off and if they...She laughed and continued
trying to arouse him.
When she reached his balls this time, her tongue slithered out of her
mouth and made contact with his testicles. His penis lurched. She breathed
on his ball sack and watched as his cock started to stand on it's own. She
heard him utter a moan. She grasped some of his pubic hair with her teeth and
pulled. She heard, "Oooh.." Her tongue was at the base of his cock, which
had plopped over onto his stomach, when he rose to his elbows.
His eyes were bloodshot as shit and she was afraid he was going to tell
her to get lost. Instead he plopped back down on his back and whispered,
"Don't kill me." She laughed and gobbled up the head of his dick. He was
pretty hung, Shelly thought. Well, maybe not hung but he definitely had a
nicely shaped penis. She figured him to be, maybe seven inches...but the
shape is what got her. His erect cock grew up out of his groin and curved
back toward his stomach, the knob of his dick head poking into his stomach
just above where his pubic hair started to get real thick.
Shelly pulled it down, starting to run her tongue around the head of his
dick. She was curious as to what he would feel like, buried in her. Would
she be able to feel the curve of his cock ? She revised up her estimation of
his penis length, maybe eight ?
"Dale, your cock's fun to suck on...want me to climb on ?"
"Just keep sucking...Please." The "please" was long and drawn out. Shelly
went back to his cock. Dale's head was pounding. He figured his head ache
would disappear after she started blowing him. God ! He hadn't had a blow
job like this since...When ? He could hardly remember, maybe Vietnam ? When
he was a lieutenant and a "War" hero. Her head was bobbing over his groin.
Her blond hair bouncing about his genitalia. He was getting close...Oh ! So
close. He let go and his semen rushed out the head of his cock. He felt
Shelly pull her mouth off of him after the first two or three spurts. He
cried out, "Deborah..." looked up and saw semen leaking out of Shelly's mouth,
dribbling onto her blouse.
He didn't know how long he slept and was sure Shelly would be gone by now.
Calling out another woman's name as you blow your load into a lady's mouth is
probably not even considered kosher with a whore. He was wrong. She was
sitting in the chair all dressed up...ready to go "party." He struggled into
the bathroom and got ready. The night was just about identical to the
previous two. He woke the next morning with her blowing him again. He
reached over to the night stand and took a swig of whiskey.
"Get naked, Shelly...I want to see you naked." She got to her knees and
off came the blouse. She had a nice set of tits, nothing like his "ex" but
nice. She stood and dropped her skirt and panties. The panties were one of
those "g" string things. He'd bought his "ex" a couple of those over the
years but she had never worn them. Shelly dropped the bra and was now naked.
She rubbed her lower stomach, just above the small triangle of dark pubic hair
at the juncture of her thighs. He'd thought she was a natural blonde.
Dale struggled to pull his shirt off and she leaned over to help him. His
hands went to her breasts and then his mouth. She was over him and was
guiding his cock to her cunt. She ran the head of his dick up and down the
shaved lips of her vagina then sat on his bowed cock and rubbed her cunt lips
up and down then. He was thrusting already and she was sure this was going to
be a short ride. She pushed his cock back and slid it into her cunt. Oh !
It did feel different and she started bucking on him. He pulled her down and
started biting her neck, his hands on her ass...Thrusting his cock in and out
of her at an amazing speed.
Dale was concentrating as hard as he could on the pain in his head. His
cock felt fucking great. Shelly was by no means tight but as tight as his
"ex" after two children. He was really giving her a ride and was hoping
beyond hope that he could get her off. He used to play this game in Vietnam,
trying to get the whores off before he came in them. Shelly's sat up on him
to slow him down, her brown areolae and nipples had shrunk...They were almost
tiny little nubs on her breasts which over flowed his hands while he pawed
her. She was bucking against him and starting to breath through her mouth.
Her nostrils flared as if she couldn't get enough air. He fucked her faster
and watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest. He increased his
tempo again and was starting to grunt and groan as he thrust himself up and
down on the bed.
Shelly hadn't been fucked like this in a long - long time. She was going
to have a very pleasant orgasm if Dale kept fucking her the way he was. Oh !
Shit ! Here it cums ! "Oooooh...Fuck...Daleeeee...Fuck me...I'm cummmming
like crazy !" And she was. She threw her head back and wailed, her neck
muscles taunt and chorded. Her thighs were tensed up, squeezing his waist and
hips. His cock felt like a long curved pipe was fucking in and out of her.
She was sore and couldn't remember the last time a guy made her sore,
especially just fucking her once. She felt her cunt become flooded with his
jizzim. It was soaking his pubic hair. Her crotch felt like a swamp.
Dale felt his semen dribbling out of her. She was still breathing heavily
and was now lying still on his chest, her legs still under her. He thrust up
into her a couple of more times. He just realized that he was breathing hard.
When he thrust the third time, she raised herself. Her tits were dangling
below her and he reached up and captured one of her flaccid nipples in his
mouth. "Dale...We've got to find you a better mouth wash than Jack Daniel's."
He laughed and started thrusting again. She was sloppy wet and he had
lost most of his hardness. He kept thrusting until she moved off him and
started sucking his cock. His penis was bright and shinny with his cum and
her wetness although he felt it was mostly his semen. He said one word, maybe
it was two ? "Sixty-nine."
Shelly rotated her rear end to his head and put a knee on either side of
his face. Her mouth never left his cock. She was just teasing it a bit to
try and get some blood back into his penis. His attack on her cunt shocked
her. He covered her entire mound with his lips and now she felt his tongue
snaking all over her slimy cunt lips...Her clitoris...Her labia...Her cunt,
driving his tongue in and out of her - his tongue felt like a small cock.
Shelly was getting turned on again and started sucking Dale with a passion.
Dale could feel his cock get hard and flexed his ass to pump more blood to
his member. He had Shelly's ass spread wide and was teasing her puckered,
little asshole. It was surrounded by quite a few short dark hairs that he
tried to comb away from her anus. He got tired and finally plunged his tongue
into her ass.
Shelly's head snapped out of his groin and she started yelling, "Oooh !
Dale...Yes...eat my cunt...My ass...Aaaaahhhhh !" She sat her ass right on
his face but that didn't stop his tongue from slipping in and out of her
asshole. She finally rolled away from him but he came with her and then got
to his knees.
"Come on, Shelly...Lets' fuck again." He was stroking his dick and Shelly
had no doubt that he could get it in her. He leaned down and kissed her
nearest breast and coaxed her over on her stomach. In just a split second and
quick, like a cat, he was behind her, pulling her to her knees and sliding his
cock into her. He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass
cheeks. She could feel his cock getting harder, growing right up into her
stomach and then he started fucking her and didn't stop until she had cum
about a dozen times. She hardly felt the thumb he had reamed into her asshole
but faintly remembered she came real hard just after he poked it into her.
When she woke, he was gone. There was a thousand dollars, in hundreds, on
the night stand. On the top bill was written, "Had a great time, Shelly. See
you soon. Dale."
Dale accelerated to eighty-five to pass a semi. He was embarrassed at
having gotten so drunk with Shelly but boy ! Was this morning great. The
best fucking he'd done in...twenty-something years. Donna...his trophy
wife...Looked hot but unfortunately was not as hot as she looked...He happened
on her and the F-15 guy by accident...A few years after they first got married
he started bleeding inside. The air force couldn't find a cause and took him
off flying status - death for a pilot. Ten years later it happened again but
this time the air force found the problem and declared him eligible to fly
again. The only problem was that he could no longer compete with his peers in
the flying arena. He stayed in maintenance, got checked out to fly some
functional check flights and continued to get promoted with his peers still in
the flying game.
He'd been flying a light twin engine on his own for the last year and
every Tuesday morning would sneak off base and take a lesson toward his A.T.P.
Oh ! He didn't want to fly for the airlines, he doubted his six hundred or so
hours would make him very competitive - just like his military record hadn't
made him competitive enough for full colonel. Maybe, he'd pilot a light twin
over the Grand Canyon or Hawaii ?? He hadn't decided. Anyway, returning to
base that morning, he had to detour because of some construction - right by
the Best Western and there was his wife's car. He parked and watched...then
planned the phony T.D.Y. The same guy was over in less than a half hour.
He confronted her...She laughed at him, "what in the world are you talking
about ?" He offered to take her back, "Let's retire together...Start over
again...Right now !" Donna refused, told him she wanted to stay with the air
force. Dale laughed. The air force had really sold that line. He was
surprised people still swallowed it...What was he saying ? They had treated
him pretty fair. They spent two days dividing up their belongings. Dale
didn't want much - his clothes - a TV - some speakers he got in S.E.A.
When they met at their lawyers office, she showed up with her own female
attorney and the woman started talking about laws and custom, so forth and so
on. He got tired of the bullshit and looked at Donna, "I thought you and I
had this all settled, Donna ?"
She refused to look him in the eye and the female lawyer cautioned him
about threatening her client. Dale asked "their" lawyer if he had a VCR. The
lawyer pointed to the wall. Dale casually walked over and turned it on. He
popped in the tape and then narrated the action, mentioning that he had an eye
witness. He wanted everything but her clothes or this got delivered to the
air force.
"Your twin-tailed sissy pilot will find his career in the shitter in about
three hours."
Dale left with the divorce decree and immediately called a broker to get
rid of all the furniture, pots and pans - all the shit he wasn't going to need
where he was going...Where that was, he wasn't quite sure yet but spending a
few days at his brother's would clear that up !!??
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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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