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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.
!!! 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 these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. 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
"The House Warming(s)"
Part One
(M+F+f+ Mf orgy oral)
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.....
The video arcade was loud and noisy. Lights were flashing on and off and
several groups of young people were running here and there among the video
game machines. Back in the corner was the machine he was looking for. He
glanced around before slipping inside. It was dark. He could hardly see the
slot for the five dollar bill that he had to slip into the machine to make it
work.
Outside the sign said there was a money back guarantee if the video game
didn't fly exactly like an F-16. The man inside laughed. How many of these
kids would know how an F-16 flew ? He ventured none. He'd heard about this
game from a kid who...Well, never mind. He flattened out his five dollar bill
and slipped it into the slot. The cockpit lit up just like the real thing and
he was tremendously impressed with the cockpit lay out. He could hardly tell
the difference but then it'd been over ten years since he'd sat in a "Viper."
Yea ! He knew the air force called it the "Fighting Falcon" but to those who
flew it in those early years, it would always be the "Viper."
The man pressed the starter and was amazed at the sound coming from the
machine. Throttle over the horn at 12% and the engine speed kept climbing
finally leveling off at 49%. It was exactly like he remembered it. As if his
last flight was yesterday, his hands flew around the cockpit; turning on the
avionics, loading ordnance into the fire control computer. He pondered the
degree of difficulty he wanted from the simulation...What the fuck...He
selected the most difficult, figuring he could always put another five bucks
in the game...if it was worth it ?!
He pressed start and a runway appeared before him. He held the brakes and
ran the engine up to 80%. He could almost feel the video game straining
against the brakes but then he was stoned so it may have just been his
imagination. When he released the brakes and pushed the throttle to
afterburner though, he was positive he could feel the "g's" as the jet
accelerated during the take off roll...many, many years ago.
The airspeed was through a hundred knots...one-twenty. He rotated at 140
and swore he felt the nose wheel lift off. He was accelerating through two
hundred and forty before he remembered the gear. The airplane felt sluggish
like it was actually burdened with the two thousand pound bombs he had
selected. Out of burner at 280 knots, coasting up to 350.....
.....The night skies over the delta always seemed blacker than the rest of
Vietnam, especially after the harvest when the peasants burned the fields.
Sometimes you could see the glow of Saigon but tonight was not one of those
nights.
"Sundog 34...Hawk one checking in with snake and nape plus some twenty
mike-mike if you need it."
"Roger Hawk one...I'll be putting out a flare in just a few. How about
holding above six thousand ?"
"Roger that. We're just passing eight thousand...Probably about twenty
miles out."
"Call about ten out and I'll pop the flare."
"Roger, Sundog."
He couldn't believe how well the jet flew. Just like the real thing and
the memories flashing through his head were more than real. He could just
barely make out the ground and figured he was about ten miles out based on the
tacan cut he was given.
"Hawk One's ten out."
Everything happened very quickly. The flare lit up the sky in it's usual
fashion, making the night over the delta appear like it was a fish bowl...An
eerie light flooding the foreground but in the distance you couldn't quite make
out where the night began again. It was hard to tell if the sky was up or
down especially on the periphery of the light. Sundog 34 threw down a smoke
and lead rolled in. He actually felt the ordnance fall free from the
aircraft and then all hell broke loose.
"Hawk...Sam...Sam...Sam...Break right !"
He pulled as hard as he could and looked back over his right shoulder. He
was grunting against the "g" forces but couldn't pick out a flash or smoke
trail. What were Sams doing down this far South ? He laughed and then felt
the impact. The engine stalled and rolled back to about 80%, then rushed to
full military power and then rolled back again. He was disorientated and
looked to his instruments. He was heading straight down, going through about
four hundred and fifty knots.
Bitchin' Betty was calling, "Fire...Fire...Fire." He pulled back on the
stick but the jet didn't respond.
"You're dead...You're dead...You're dead..." The machine kept repeating.
The man struggled out of the booth. He was sweating, his hands were
shaking. A group of teenagers looked over at him and he heard a fourteen year
old girl say, "Oh ! Wow ! Look at that old man, if that guy likes it...it's
probably dorky." He walked toward the exit.
"Hey ! Malibu..." He turned to find a blonde young lady standing behind
him. "...you want to take my picture ? For some dope ?" The man turned and
quickened his pace toward the exit. Two L.V.P.D. officers were blocking his
way. He turned again and headed toward the other exit. He glances back over
his shoulder; one of the police officers is coming after him, the other has
disappeared. He looks towards the other exit and finds the missing officer
standing in the doorway, a hand on his gun butt.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
Sunbathing, at the cabin, is only good for about three or fours hours in
the morning and I try to take advantage of it every other day or so. I'd
found this meadow about a quarter mile from the cabin and dragged an old patio
lounge chair out there. I was reading the Wall Street Journal. I was naked.
I was stoned. I was day dreaming and every once and a while my cock started
to get hard thinking about our impromptu house warming. Oh ! Not a real
hardon but it would lengthen and get a little thick as the events of that
first party floated through my head.....
Carol Whitouski brought Monica, a young lady living with her in town and
going to UNLV. She also brought her boss and his wife. Frank's the same age
as Carol, close to forty, and Vicky's in her late twenties. Frank runs the
Malibu family business - real estate. I'd never met them but was looking
forward to it, especially after Carol told me about Vicky...A show girl
figure...large breasts, tall and blonde with a shaved pussy. Carol told me
Frank was hung like a horse and uncut. I was surprised Carol hadn't dumped me
and moved in with them.
Well...That's not true. Carol and I get along great...It's just that she
needs a lot of cock...And after my prostate cancer operation...Well, sometimes
I couldn't get it up. Shit ! Sometimes before the cancer operation, I
couldn't get it up but that's all changed now. We met this guy...Well, if
you've been reading, you already know about the pills. I call 'em "fuck."
The best investment I ever made and it was Carol's idea.
Anyway, Frank and Vicky Malibu show up with Carol and Monica. Frank is
already hanging all over Monica. She's a college sophomore. I watch the two
of them getting out of the back of Carol's car. Vicky and Carol get out of
the front. The four of them are talking and laughing as they make their way
to the stairs that lead up to the cabin. I'm standing on the deck, at the
porch railing. The hot tub is percolating and as usual...I'm stoned.
I invited J.J. and his girl, Gee Gee, and they brought Sharon. J.J. runs
a little operation down on the "Strip" providing a need for those who have the
cash...Young ladies for older gentlemen. The emphasis is definitely on the
"young" in ladies. Anyway, the four of us are stoned. They've been here
since about four and it's just going on six.
Last night when Carol and I had talked about this evening, neither of us
mentioned Monica. Who cares...The more the merrier ! About half way up the
stairs, Frank notices Gee Gee and Sharon standing next to me. His eyes grow
noticeably larger. Gee Gee is about, maybe seventeen but Sharon hardly looks
fourteen. Frank's going to have his hands full with the two of them and
that's going to leave his lovely wife for me and J.J. I can hardly wait.
There're several bongs going. Gee Gee is sitting on Frank's lap. Sharon
is sitting at his feet. The background is filled with Jefferson Airplane.
Carol and I are in the kitchen with J.J. and Vicky. The four of us are
drinking wine and sharing a bong when Monica walks in.
"I guess...I'm too old." She laughs. Carol and Vicky start laughing
uncontrollably. J.J. and I stare at each other. We're anxious to get Vicky
out of her clothes and fuck her brains out.
Carol looks around the bar and finds the front room empty. "Well...Frank
didn't waste any time."
Vicky looks over Carol's shoulder and then starts laughing. "Frank never
could keep his hands off the young ladies. Shit ! I was only seventeen when
we got married." I started getting a woody. Carol wandered out of the
kitchen and disappeared into the bedroom. J.J. took Monica's hand and led her
up to the loft. That left Vicky and I all alone. I figured J.J. and Monica
would be fucking like minks in the loft so I asked Vicky if she wanted to jump
in the hot tub.
"I'd love to, Willy !" She said in her little girl's voice and I was half
hard in my pants. I torched up the bowl but damn near lost a lung full of
dope watching her strip off her blouse and bra. Jesus ! This cunt had a
body. The tits looked almost real - fucking, huge pillows of breast meat
topped with the smallest looking, almost pink areolae and tiny nipples. Her
slacks followed her blouse and bra and now I was looking at a typical show
girl's hour glass figure with the deepest belly button. Her mons was shaved
clean and I could see the cleft of her sex at the juncture of her thighs.
I had a throbber in my shorts and she was looking at me like, "What's the
hold up ?" I handed her the bong and joined her nakedness. She was staring
at my hardness and I felt self conscious. Here's a woman with a Grade "AAA"
body standing next to a guy who's cock measured about five and a half inches
on a good day. It was still pointing down at the floor but I could feel the
power of "fuck" creeping up through my body.
I took her hand and then we were in the hot tub, gazing at the glow of the
Strip well off in the distance. I can't remember how it started but her
tongue was exploring my tonsils and my hands were filling themselves with her
breast meat. She was a very eager kisser and one of her hands wasted no time
finding my growing pecker. I threw caution to the winds and went under water
to explore her cunt with my tongue. I could just hear her giggling as the
bubbles escaped from my mouth.
I didn't need to come up for air because she pushed herself up on the edge
and pulled my head with her. I was now greeted by her clean shaven cunt,
spread and ready for some heavy duty eating. I didn't disappoint her and soon
her moans and groans were floating out into the night air.
It had been a long time since I'd chowed down on a shaved pussy...I tried
to think back when but my hazed brain was incapable of going back that far. I
just kept licking her labia and frenching with her cunt, occasionally teasing
her clitoris with my tongue. Vicky made a lot of noise and I was some what
concerned her husband would wander out and find me sucking his wife's brains
out through her vagina.
She finally pulled my face out of her loins and breathlessly told me,
"Fuck ! You give the best head I've ever had !" My cock throbbed with the
news and soon I had her mouth sliding back and forth on my boner. I could go
on all night like this but really wanted to fuck.
I pushed her to her back and pulled her to the edge of the hot tub. That
I slid in like a hot knife into warm butter was an understatement. I was
fucking her like a maniac but she was hardly tight. That didn't deter my
pleasure though as she was like warm jello. I fucked her like a champ and was
greeted with more moaning and groaning. When I started spasming between her
legs she was up on her elbows watching. I guess I really put on a show when I
get my rocks off...At least that's what Carol says. I finally came to rest
between her legs, my cock still hard and buried in her cunt. I'll never get
used to the look on a lady's face when she realizes I'm still hard after
fucking her. What a turn on !
Monica and J.J. were leaning back against the wall of the loft, sharing a
joint, when Vicky and I finally climbed up into the loft. Seconds later,
Carol bounded up the stairs followed by Gee Gee, Sharon and Frank. They were
all naked. Frank's cock was impressive, hanging between his legs, obviously
spent. I wondered how many times he'd cum. It didn't look like he was going
to be getting hard for a while. I was still hard as rock, walked over to Gee
Gee and pulled her down on the floor with me. Within seconds I was fucking
her sloppy, wet cunt.
Gee Gee has this stud through her labia, just above her clitoris and I
could feel the hard metal as I fucked my cock in and out of her. After that
everything was a blur...I vaguely remember...Sandwiching Vicky with
J.J....Monica taking Frank in the ass...Sharon, Gee Gee and Carol forming a
triangle and then the three guys pulling them apart and fucking them
senseless. It was a fucking long night and the next morning I was wasted.
I hardly remembered Frank, Vicky, J.J., Gee Gee and Sharon leaving. It
was past two when they drove off in Carol's car. I was supposed to drive her
to work later this morning; was already hitting on the weed and wasn't sure
I'd be able to walk down the stairs, let alone drive anywhere. The three of
us were sitting in the hot tub - Carol, Monica and I.
"Hey ! Malibu..." That was my call sign when we knew each other in the
air force. Carol used it often, especially if we were with other people.
"...did you know Gee Gee has a stud through her labia ?" I just nodded and
took another drag off the joint. Carol continued. "I was thinking...Well,
Gee Gee said it was pretty cool and really got her off a lot and I
figured...Well, would you mind if I got one ?"
Shit ! I was so stoned I'd probably agree to anything. Plus it's not
like we're married or anything. Oh ! We've talked about it but she spends
most of the week in town, working for Frank - selling houses. I spend most of
my time at the cabin - tending my farm. I just nodded my head. The idea was
pretty exciting. I loved going down on Gee Gee and getting her off, flicking
the stud with my tongue.
Carol was going on and on about last night when Monica interrupted her
with, "Aaah...Hey ! Listen up, you stoners. I'm moving out." She continued,
"I just can't get any studying done with you two throwing a party every time I
turn around. My grades went to shit the last part of this semester. Shit !
It's going to take a year to get them back up to where they were before you
two showed up...Not that I mind that much but I can see myself becoming a
vegetable, fucking around with you two all the time...You guys aren't pissed
are you ?"
Carol and I looked at each other. Shit ! This was the first time we ever
had people up to the cabin to party, I think ? Maybe Carol is doing a little
entertaining in town while I'm up here ? Oh ! Well.....
CHAPTER TWO
I torched up a joint and drank some water from the used milk carton beside
the lounge chair. My mind wandered off again to a couple of weeks ago.....
It was mid-May, just a couple of weeks before Memorial Day Weekend. The
weather was hot in the desert - up over a hundred every day in Las Vegas but
it was quite pleasant up at the cabin - in the mid-seventies. I'd finished
the "weed" room as Carol called it and had about fifty small sprouts working
their way to plants. The guys, I'd hired, to help me renovate the inside of
the cabin were finished and Carol and I were planning our official house
warming. The cabin was really "tits."
I'd received one of those tube canisters in the mail. Carol brought it up
one afternoon.....
"Come on, Willy. Hurry up and open it." I was struggling with one of the
end caps which was wrapped with tape. I finally got it open and pulled the
thick paper out. It unrolled on it's own. My heart started beating faster as
I saw what it was - a two foot by three foot mural, in full color, of me
streaking across this huge wave at Launada Bay. My hand in the wave - the
wave was coming over just behind me and I was looking up at the section that
was forming in front of me. Shit ! It had to be twenty feet if it was a
foot. Well, ok, maybe more like fifteen feet. But it was just as I
remembered it. There was a Surfer Magazine and a note included. I read the
note.
Willy,
Ran into a woman named Connie. She said she
knew you a long time ago. Nice lady. She
brought the mural and magazine by and wondered
if I could get them to you. Check out page 72.
You made Surfer Magazine ! My best to you
and Carol.
Erin
"Wow ! Willy, is that really you ? Now, I'm really pissed you didn't
have me come out and stay with you before your operation." Carol said. Then
whispered, "That was nice of both of them."
I went right to the phone and called Redondo Beach. I got a hold of Erin
(WT-T#12A/B,13A) in a few minutes and couldn't thank her enough for sending
the mural. We shot the shit about her parents and sisters for a bit and then
I stumbled through inviting her up to the cabin for our house warming in a
couple of weeks. She was very hesitant and finally Carol took the phone out
of my hand and informed me that, I may have had my prostate removed but I
could still fuck up a wet dream. She told me to go get a joint. They were
still talking when I got back from the kitchen. I laid on the bed and smoked.
I was real stoned when Carol finally got off the phone.
"That girl really has it bad for you, Willy. Did you and her ever talk
about anything serious...like getting married ?"
I shook my head back and forth. "Well, I don't know then..." Carol
continued. "She feels very uncomfortable visiting with me here. Did you tell
her we were going to get married ?" I shook my head again. "Of course you
didn't. You haven't told me yet...And I'm just assuming that you'd tell me
before it became common knowledge...Which might not exactly be the case with a
stoner like you." She laughed and then crawled over on top of me. "Well, I
finally convinced her to come. I'm going to call her next week and get her
flight number and shit. She's going to arrive late Thursday afternoon. I'll
pick her up at the airport and drive her up here...You ever party with
her ?"
I laughed and told Carol about my last day of freedom before the cancer
operation. "You were probably sleeping when I told you the first time."
"Yea ! Right, Willy....."
A cloud drifted between me and the sun. At least I thought it was a
cloud. When I opened my eyes, I found a young lady standing there. She was
dressed in shorts, a "T" shirt with some hiking boots on. She had flaming red
hair, cut short. I figured her to be a high school kid but then I was
squinting into the sun.
"Aaah...Mister...I'm kind of lost...and...Aaah...wondered...Do you know
you're naked ?"
"Aah...Yea...What can I do for you ?" I rolled off the patio lounge chair
and pulled on my shorts. The young lady was nice looking, very short and
wearing a back pack. It was pulling her "T" shirt tight against a very large
set of breasts. This young lady had huge fucking tits...a real rack on her !
"Well...My class was on a field trip and...I...kind of got lost and...Can
you help me out ? Do you know where you are ?"
I started laughing as I was pretty stoned at the time but "Yes !" I did
know where I was. We didn't talk as we walked toward the cabin. I was sure
she was spooked...Coming upon a nude, old man in the mountains. She was
hesitant to come up the stairs but finally followed me. Earlier, I'd been
separating seeds and stems from my Idaho farm. There was loose grass all over
the bar. The young lady's eyes got real big when she saw it. I reached into
the ashtray and pulled out a roach. While torching it up, I thought back to
what J.J. told me a couple of nights ago during our impromptu house warming.
I'd been talking to him about starting another transcript scam, like I had
going up in Idaho...You know, need some help with your grades ? Take off your
clothes. Well, I wasn't quite that crude but was tremendously surprised how
well it worked.....
"Hey ! Willy...You don't need to go to that much trouble here plus
there're more than ten high schools in the valley now. You'd never hack into
all of them. Listen, man, there are thousands of young ladies in this town
who will do about just anything for some of your dope. Tell'em straight out
that you're an amateur photo guy or what ever and want to take their picture.
The rest is all down hill from there...You'll be fucking more than you can
handle."
I found that hard to believe but J.J. insisted that once the word got
around, they'd be searching me out.....
I laughed and held the roach out to the red head. She looked at it for a
long while. Then looked up at my face and said, "Aah...You are going to be
able to get me back to civilization...Aren't you ?"
"You want to go now ?"
"Well...What were you figuring ?"
"I kind of thought we could get stoned and eat a little...Maybe you could
freshen up a bit and then I'll drive you into...Well...To the general
store...Maybe in a couple of hours ?"
She reached out for the roach clip, but before taking a hit, asked. "You
got a bong ?"
I laughed softly and went to the bedroom for the bong. I'd had a couple
of hits when I got up, after doing my exercises. When I returned the red
headed young lady was on her way to Nirvana. I scraped some loose dope into
the bowl and torched it. It wasn't long before she asked me what I did up
here ?
"...A little farming. My wife lives in town during the week and lives up
here on weekends..." The fact was last week Carol spent the weekend in town.
I'd been having some thoughts about the fact that Monica, her roommate, moved
out about the time Carol started to entertain at the condo. Oh ! I don't
mind too much. I just wanted to watch; better yet, join in. So I dropped by
one afternoon and installed some video equipment in the bedroom and the front
room. I wired it to a couple of VCRs in the computer room, up in the closet.
"...and I'm a photographer."
"There, I did it." I thought.
"You take wild life pictures ?"
"Aahh...Not exactly."
She was taking another hit off the bong. I'd offer to show her some of my
portfolio but the disks were in a safe deposit box along with the videos.
Since Connie, my ex-high school girl friend, well...It was really her husband,
Rich, pulled a little rat fuck on me a ways back...Well...I took it all to
California one week and under an assumed name, put it in a bank where I was
the only one who knew where it was.
I was exhaling when she asked, "Well...Can I see some of your pictures ?"
J.J. was right, this was going to work out ok ! My cock was getting hard just
thinking about boning her. I stared at her and laughed a soft laugh again.
"I don't think you realize what you're asking...I take pictures of young
women with their clothes off...nudes...Right now all my pictures are down in
my studio in Vegas...but I do have some video I shot ?"
"You mean like totally naked ?" She was exhaling a long stream of smoke.
"Totally naked..." I was about to say she was too old when she continued.
"Wow ! Can we watch the video ?" J.J. - I love you, man.
The only TV was in the bedroom. Last night I had watched Carol fuck the
brains out of a twenty-something young guy at the condo. I went down that
afternoon and r&r'ed the tapes. Carol devoured him. He came off as a real
stud but turned out to be a pussy cat. Carol fucked him once in the front
room and then dragged him by his cum soaked pecker to the bedroom. Once
there...She sucked and fucked his brains out. He left after three hours. By
the way Carol was acting, this guy wouldn't be coming back. I called her this
morning to give her some shit about not answering the phone the other night
but really to make sure she had her shit together about picking up Erin
O'Connel.
"Yea..Yea...Willy...but there's been a little change in plans. She's not
getting in until later and I thought we'd spend the night in town...Ok ?
Lover ?"
I could hardly wait to watch the video. I was sure the two of them would
get their brains fucked out. By who ? Who knows ? Carol and I had talked a
lot about Erin's visit. Erin was by no means a virgin...It's just she'd never
been involved in group sex...Well, that one time with her sisters but that was
her sisters. Carol and I had invited her too come to Mexico with us but Erin
begged off and just getting her to come up here was real touch and go. I
think she knows what's going to happen. Carol says she doesn't have a clue.
That was this morning and now I'm standing with a young lady who wants to
watch one of my videos. I decide I'll show her one of Gary and those bombs
he was fucking - the tapes I ripped off in Idaho. I wandered off toward the
bedroom and turned to see if she would follow. Well...There is a smaller T.V
in the secret closet above the weed room. I always checked to see there was
fresh tape in it every morning...Just in case...Although the only time I used
it was to tape Carol and the guys who helped me fix the place up. Well, I did
get a little tape of Frank fucking the shit out of J.J.'s girls. That was
pretty good shit.
She was struggling out of her backpack and her tits were straining against
the "T" shirt. I went over to help her and in the process get a nice feel of
her left breast. If she noticed, she didn't act any differently and as we're
walking toward the bedroom she asks.
"Are these..these professional models...I mean, do they get paid ?"
"Not exactly..." I laugh. "...my models are strictly amateur. I want to
be the first to photograph them. Why do you model ?"
She shakes her head and I continue. "I usually give'em a little dope for
their time."
I turn on the VCR and T.V. She is standing in the middle of the room
looking around. I punch in the tape and press start. The screen flickers to
life and then the title appears. From the quality of the graphics, the red
head had to know this isn't your usual art production. The two young girls
appeared on the screen, apparently studying.
The red head stared at the screen and then squeaked out. "They're younger
than I am !"
I just nodded my head and said, "I'm Willy. What's your name ?"
She was still staring at the T.V. knowing that any second now the young
girls on the screen were going to get naked. I patted the bed beside me and
she turned and looked at me.
"Ronda...Ronda Lewinski."
"Willy Tamarack...Why don't you sit down. You'll be more comfortable."
She came over and sat beside me. I could smell her. Just the hint of
perfume but mostly the smell of a young woman who hasn't bathed in a day or
two. My cock started to strengthen in my shorts.
The girls on the screen were now taking their pants off and fingering
themselves. Soon they were fingering each other and then eating each other.
Ronda didn't say a word. When Gary Cahill, my good friend, burst onto the
screen, Ronda jumped. In what seemed like just minutes he shoed one girl away
and was dropping his jeans. When his cock burst out of his pants, Ronda
sucked in her breath. Gary is one hung son-of-a-bitch. The stacked little
brunette was sucking his brains out and then he was fucking her. The film
ended as quickly as it started. Gary pulled his cock out of the brunette's
hairy cunt and squirted a river of cum onto her tits and stomach. I had a
hardon like steel.
CHAPTER THREE
Ronda and I were sitting in the hot tub. She was naked as a jay bird and
so was I. Immediately after the film ended she asked how much the girls in
the video got ? I pulled a quarter ounce out of my ass. Right after that she
asked if she was too old ? I hemmed and hawed a bit, then told her I'd have
to do a couple of polaroid shots to see how young she looked in pictures. I
went on to say that there were things we could do to make her look younger.
Although at the moment I had no fucking idea how ?
She looked confused so I continued..."Yea ! I usually pay an eighth for
the polaroid session."
Ronda's eyes got real big and she squeaked out. "An eighth...eighth of an
ounce of the stuff we just smoked ?"
I nodded my head and got up to get the polaroid. I fished around in
Carol's underwear drawer and finally pulled it out.
"About ten or twelve shots...Ok ?" She was staring at the camera.
In five minutes she was naked on the bed. Her tits were huge. Some of
the biggest I've ever seen. Freckles all over her shoulders and chest and
back but her tits were milk white. Nice sag to them with areolae about the
size of beer cans and nipples that you could hardly make out. Her bush was a
real bush, a bit darker than the hair on her head, almost a rust color. My
cock was straining against my shorts as I moved around the bed and snapped
pictures. I could smell her again.
I'd started the video behind the two way mirror. She had some stubble
growing under her arms and I could hardly wait to lick it. I noticed her
staring at my cock and flexed it a couple of times in my shorts. Shit...I
hadn't even taken my "fuck" pill and I was like set cement.
"Do you masturbate ?" I asked softly.
She blushed but nodded her head up and down. I grabbed my cock and
started stroking it as I moved to take another picture. "Spread your legs,
Ronda." She did and now I could see the lips of her cunt, thick, heavy lips
partially hidden by the thatch of hair covering her crotch. I was stroking
again.
"Come on, Ronda...Rub yourself." She couldn't get her hand between her
legs fast enough and soon had a finger buried in her cunt. I could see the
slickness on her finger as she pumped it in and out of herself. She was a
little thick in the thighs and hips but her tits more than made up for it.
She started cuming as I pulled my shorts down and crawled up on the bed. I
pulled her hand out of her crotch and sucked on the finger she'd had buried in
her cunt.
She was staring at my dick which was hard up against my stomach. I hadn't
had a hardon like this since before the radical prostatectomy - my prostate
cancer operation. I pushed her onto her back and got on top of her. Her legs
came up around me and I was in her. She was a volcano and started bucking
immediately. I raised myself up on my arms and watched her tits giggle around
on her chest. The nipples were slightly erect. I leaned down and sucked one
into my mouth. She tasted of salt and I started fucking her. Fast, hard
strokes. She started cuming, wiggling around under me like a woman possessed.
"You cuming, Ronda ?" I whispered.
She almost screamed. "Aaaaagghhhh...Ooooohhhh...Yeaaaaaa !" I fucked her
faster. She was slimy wet between the legs, her cunt almost sucking on my
prick. I pulled her arms above her head and started licking her underarms.
She was still cuming as I rubbed my stubbled chin against her unshaved
underarms.
"You like to fuck, Ronda ?" She was screaming again. My orgasm followed
hers and I was writhing around above her, my whole lower stomach and thighs
tingling with the sensation. I finally came to rest above her.
We jumped into the hot tub and shared another bowl. I wanted to eat her
cunt. I wanted her to suck on my cock. Then the phone rang. I got out of
the hot tub to answer the phone. It was Erin. She was at the airport. Where
was Carol ? I didn't have a clue and then I heard Carol on the phone.
"I found her...Willy ? Is that you ?"
I told her I thought she said Erin was getting in late. Carol laughed and
said the plan changed again. I laughed and put the phone down after telling
Carol I hoped they had a good time.
Ronda was sitting on the side of the hot tub when I got back and I went
right to her cunt and started eating. She had quite a bush, thick and curly.
I parted the hair and dove right in, licking her slit and working my tongue
into her cunt. She smelled like chlorine and I tried to lick the smell away.
Her clit was nice sized and I nibbled and sucked on it until she came again.
Time for some head ! I rose and watched as she swallowed my soft pecker.
When I went in to answer the phone, I dropped a little "fuck" and could feel
the magic work it's way through my body. My cock got nice and hard as I
watched Ronda's lips and tongue nibble around the head of my dick.
"Suck it, Ronda." She did and brought me to a very nice orgasm. My cock
was slick with her saliva when I pulled it out of her mouth. I was still hard
as rock. Like I said, I love the look on the lady's face when she realizes
I'm not getting soft and haven't shot a load in their mouth or snatch.
I told her to get to her knees on the side of the hot tub and filled her
in one thrust. She had a wide ass with a lot of meat on it. I pumped my
penis in and out between the cheeks of her ass and watched her ass jiggle
about. I spread her cheeks and watched her almost hairless anus wink every
time I filled her cunt with cock. I was as hard as steel and would be able to
fuck her for damn near as long as I wanted. My body usually gave out before
my cock did.
Ronda Lewinski was going to get fucked a lot this afternoon and evening.
I figured I might get her to the General Store in time for the eleven o'clock
news...Maybe not ?
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Frederick T.
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"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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