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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
The Operation - Part Two
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
That evening, while Erin made goulash, I called Carol Whitouski in
Colorado. A man answered the phone. Carol was on in a just a few seconds and
tremendously excited to hear from me. She then proceeded to rip me a new one
for not keeping in touch. I took the tongue lashing like a man, wishing it
was another kind of tongue lashing. I wished that Carol was here now and
fantasied about having both Carol and Erin together. God ! Would that be
great. I was kind of sure that Erin had never made it with another woman. I
remembered past times when Carol and I had initiated other women into the
sensuousness of a menage. I remembered the young girl in Mexico, I seemed to
remember her name was Lisa. Then Monica, well Monica had done it before but
never like Carol and I did her and finally Terry.
Just the thought of those times depressed me. I might never be able to
enjoy those pleasures again. Being limp while watching two eager lovers get
it on depressed the hell out of me. I finally broke into Carol's monologue
about where had I been for the last year and how she even got Gary "Wildman"
Cahill to check out my place, with; "Carol, I've got cancer." Carol was
silent for several minutes. I was sure I heard her crying. She was full of
questions once she started talking and I spent over an hour on the phone with
her explaining everything - everything except the fact that I may never get
another hardon in my life. I couldn't bring myself to explain it all. She
told me she could be there by Saturday but I told her I preferred she stay
where she was. I promised to call her as soon as I got my shit together after
the operation.
I finally told her I had to go and Carol, tearfully said, "I love you,
Willy Tamarack. Maybe you can recuperate in Mexico...huh ? What do you say ?
I could be your nurse."
I laughed, "I love you, too, Carol Whitouski. I promise...I'll call you
right after I get my shit together."
"That was kind of heavy." Erin remarked as I dialed another number.
The phone was ringing. "That call is going to cost a mint. Make sure you
let me know how much it is. I want to pay..."
Connie's husband, Rich answered the phone. "Hello."
"This is Willy Tamarack. How you doing, Rich ? Still playing games like
you did in high school ?"
All I heard was silence. "Hey ! Rich, buddy...Before I talk with Connie
I want to have a few words with you. You really had me going there for a
while, you know. I was working this undercover sting for the L.A.P.D. last
year when you slipped me that mickey and let me tell you, the chief was real
pissed off that I had to waste time running around, protecting my cover from
you. Rich, you still there ?"
I heard an "Aah..." come over the line.
"The way I figure it, Rich, you and I are even. You fucked Connie and I
around way back when and then I evened up the game up a couple of years ago.
Pay back's a bitch, buddy. Now, we're really not even if you count all that
shit you got me into last Fall but I've got better things to do now than fuck
around with you. One last thing and this is the most important. Then you can
put Connie on the line. After tonight I will never attempt to talk to or see
Connie again but if you ever fuck with any of my friends again...ever ! I
will see to it that you end up so deep in the shit that you'll spend the rest
of your life trying to un-fuck it. Now, how about putting your wife on the
line."
I heard him put down the phone. It was several minutes before Connie came
on the line. I was sure that Rich was telling her everything I had just said.
"Willy...Oh ! Shit, Willy. Where are you ? I've been looking all
over..."
"Cut the shit, Connie. Hey ! I'm sorry about the way things turned out.
We had some great times though and I'm sure that you had nothing to do with
setting me up but at the time I could have used a little help...but maybe it
was too late for you to help. Anyway, please remind your husband that I'm
fucking "A" serious. He fucks with anyone I know...both of your lives become
a living hell until the day I die...No ! Shit ! Now that's not the reason I
called...I've got cancer, Connie. Going to get it fixed on Monday and
hopefully, I'll be as good as new, back surfing and fucking around in a couple
of weeks. Thought you'd like to hear it from me instead of through the grape
vine."
She was crying and I had a hard time not tearing up myself. She tried to
start a conversation several times but couldn't get the words out of her
mouth. Erin was signaling that dinner was ready. I told her I had to go and
maybe if the gods smiled upon us, we might run into each other in another
life.
"Willy..." It was almost a whisper. "You really still surfing ?"
I wasn't sure where this was leading but answered, "Yea, just about
everyday. Getting pretty fucking good, too...For an old fuck with cancer." I
laughed at my attempt at humor.
"I thought of you today. I sat at the Bay and watched as some guys went
out. It was the biggest I've seen it in years. I just wondered..."
Launada Bay...Biggest in years ??
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
I said good-by and hung up the phone. "Hey ! How does a guy get fed
around here ?" Erin took a swing at my butt as I moved to sit at the table.
Later, we fucked like rabbits. She got me up three times and then a forth
time just before I got out of bed to slip on my wet suit and head out the
door. Erin was pulling on some jeans and a blouse when she told me she was
going with me. It was 0530 and I wanted to surf Launada Bay. I'd surfed it
before but never when it was big. I was kind of afraid that my board wouldn't
perform well - it was nowhere near a big wave board, although I thought it had
descent speed, it was built more for maneuver. Well, I'd make up my mind
after watching the Bay for a bit.
We drove in silence. Erin told me she was skipping work today. Her boss
said it was ok after she explained the circumstances. I reached over and
squeezed her thigh. "Plus, I'm bettin' you're real horny when we get home and
I've got a surprise for you. I'm fixin' my mom's macaroni and cheese. I know
how much you like it." What her mom's macaroni and cheese had to do with
being horny I never figured out.
It was still dark when we arrived. I took the board off the racks on the
roof of Erin's car and walked to the edge of the cliff. There were a couple
of other guys around, watching too. I squatted with my board on my thighs.
Erin squatted behind me.
"Sounds big, Willy." She whispered into my ear. I just nodded, trying to
burn my eye sight through the darkness out to the point, where the Dominator
ran a ground when I was a young boy. The sky was just starting to lighten. I
could see the large shore break through the mist and haze that covered the
coast line of Southern California.
"Light enough to paddle out. See you in a while, Erin." She wrapped her
arms around me from behind and gave me a big hug.
I got to the beginning of the trail and found a large guy, in his
mid-twenties, blocking the way. The guy was dressed in jeans with a wet suit
on underneath.
I said, "Excuse me." The guy just glared at me. I tried to get past him
but the guy kept stepping in the way.
I stepped back and said in a very authoritive voice. "If you're not going
down...How about getting out of the way."
The guy just stood there. "Can't surf here if you don't live here, man."
"Son...I was surfing here before you were born. Why don't you get your
board, go out and share a few waves with me. I'm sure I won't get in your
way. I'm a fifty year old man who's got cancer. Monday, I'm going to have a
life threatening operation to try to get rid of the cancer. So please don't
stop me from going surfing on one of my last days of freedom." I didn't wait
for a reply, just pushed my board out in front of him and eased by the young
guy.
The cliff was steeper than I remembered but I did remember the big drop
off and even remembered the way past it without getting all fucked up sliding
down it on my butt. I spent a lot of time waxing up and watching the cadence
of the ocean. The sky was real light now and I could see the mountains of
white water out by the point. The white water would disappear as it
approached the shore and then the swell would gather itself again and throw
itself over in a shore break that I figured was at least head high maybe even
bigger. The resulting white water would bubble and froth for twenty or thirty
yards before it ran up the rock beach and lapped at my feet.
I took the board under my arm and walked to the edge of the surf. I saw
two younger guys paddling out beyond the shore break on the way to the point.
They were both looking at me; I waved. One of them waved back. I was in up
to my knees still holding the board under my arm. The next shore break raised
the water to my waist and I put the board out in front of me and pushed off.
I felt stiff and uncoordinated as I paddled to crest the next shore break.
Shit ! I wasn't going to make it. I rolled under the wave and was bounced
around like a ping pong ball, both my arms and legs wrapped around the board.
The board was ripped from my arms and I clenched my legs together to hold on
to it.
The frothy mess finally let me escape from it's clutches after what seemed
like an eternity. So much for keeping my hair dry. I was up on the board and
stroking for all I was worth. I knew I couldn't take another pounding like I
just took and it made me scratch harder. I just made the next shore break and
as I crested the swell popped up to my knees. I was really digging now and it
was a few minutes before I checked my progress. Out on the horizon I saw a
huge mountain of water lifting up and throwing itself over. A jolt of
adrenalin and fear shot through me. I was past the shore break and in no
danger of being swamped again but eventually I'd have to get very close to one
of those monsters. I didn't intend to walk up the trail until I had caught a
wave.
I'd been in the line up for over an hour. I was cold, just paddling a bit
now and then to keep my place. There were six of us. Three more had showed
up after I arrived. Nobody, yet, had taken off. One guy had tried but didn't
get into the wave. I paddled over closer to the group. They were talking in
soft voices. One of them started paddling out farther. One of his buddies
turned to me and said, "He always knows when a set is coming." He wheeled his
board around and followed his friend.
I looked to the North to where the Dominator lay for over thirty years. I
could see a swell rising up on the sides of her bow. I turned and scratched
for the horizon. "That's how he knew." I thought and a big smile broke out
on my face as I saw the first swell build up about fifty yards in front of me.
The first guy to paddle was turning and on his belly, paddling like crazy.
The swell rose and turned into a wave. I could see froth coming off the lip
just to right of where the guy was paddling. The guy stopped paddling and
stood. I crested the wave just as he slid by about five yards to my right.
I looked back out to sea and saw the second guy paddling like crazy trying
to catch the second wave of the set. He wasn't going to make it - too far
out. I rotated the nose of my board so that it pointed toward the shore. I
started paddling one arm at a time - every other stroke, looking back at the
wave that was chasing me. As it rose up behind me, I started digging both
hands into the water at the same time. After four deep strokes, I felt the
momentum of the wave propel me faster than I could paddle. I jumped to my
feet and nearly fell off the board.
I was heading straight down the face of the wave. The board, slapping a
bit against the surface of the wave. The ride felt choppy. I was going
faster than I had ever gone on a surfboard. I was scared shitless, staring at
the nose of the board bouncing up and down on the face of the wave. I
instinctively shuffled forward about four inches and the ride smoothed out.
When the ride smoothed out, events slowed down and I felt like I was out on
the bombing range on a good day. A day when the piper would move slowly
across the ground and pause on the target giving my thumb time to mash the
pickle button. I didn't have many of those days. I remembered one in Vietnam
- - killing a tank at An Loc. Took me two bombs and the tank was on it's side
burning like a torch.
I was still descending down the face of the wave but no longer felt like I
was moving as fast. I looked up to my left, behind me and saw the lip start
coming over. A very small amount of spray came off the top of the wave when
it threw over but not much. I looked out to my right and saw the swell wall
up. When I got to the bottom, I zoomed way out in front of the wave, then
leaned to my right. A large rooster tail sprayed out behind me. I could feel
the "g's" increase and bent my knees a bit. I was now rising up the wall at a
good clip. The board stalled a bit as it lost speed and I shuffled forward.
The board planned out and I was being shot across the face of the wave.
I was way out on the shoulder before I realized it. I shuffled back as my
speed decreased and planted my right foot on the tail of my board. A little
pressure and I was sending a rooster tail out the right side of the board as
the rail and skeg bit into the soft shoulder of the wave. I was now heading
back into the power of the wave. I didn't have to look far to see the wave
rushing to catch up with me. Another section of wave was about to fold over
on itself. I watched it come over for a second and then put most of my weight
on the right rail. This time the "g's" drove me to a crouch. I was at the
very bottom of the wave, coming out of the turn and as soon as the face of the
wave lifted me, I shuffled forward and stood, fully erect, with my arms at my
sides and looked up at the section that was coming down in front of me. I put
my arm in the face of the wave as I raced by the section, trying to slow
myself a bit. Wanting my position in space to last a little longer.
The wave started to wall up in front of me and I was sure that I couldn't
make it to the next shoulder. I shuffled back a bit and steered myself over
the top of the wave. My momentum shot me over the wave and I lost my board.
As I swam the twenty feet to the board, I watched the wave, I just rode, hump
up and turn into shore break. Then I was stroking for the horizon.
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
I stayed out for another two hours. I caught two more waves. One even
bigger than the first one but I didn't feel that I did as well on it. Time
never slowed down and I felt I was dueling the wave instead of riding it. I
was half way up the trail when I looked up at the cliff side. There was a
considerable number of people lining the cliff. I even saw a couple of
cameras with their "elephant gun like" telephoto lenses. Jesus, wouldn't it
be great if one of them caught my first wave, right when I had my hand in the
face.
Erin met me at the top of the path. I'd fallen on the way up and had some
mud on my knee and shin. "Just like Greg, Willy. Maybe even better. Come on
lets get you cleaned up and rested. You've got a big night ahead of you." I
looked back out at the point. There were eleven out now but it was close to
ten and the sun was breaking through the overcast. I looked at the crowd
lining the cliff side. Maybe close to hundred and three cameras. Close to
one of the cameras, one person separated themselves from the line of people
along the cliff and waved. I held up my hand and spread my fingers. Peace !
It was Connie. I followed Erin to the car.
I felt groggy. It was dark. For a moment I couldn't remember where I
was. I finally got out of bed and went into Erin's bathroom. She had left
the light on. I vaguely remembered showering with her and playing a little
grab ass in the shower. We were both stoned and giggling like school kids.
We jumped into the rack but Erin said we had to sleep. She wanted to save me
for tonight. I slept like a baby.
I came back into the bedroom and found my watch - four-thirty and it was
dark already. Well, this was SoCal in mid-December. I smelled dope as I
walked down the hall and heard voices coming from the kitchen. I was
surprised and disappointed that Erin's sisters were in the kitchen with her.
Her older sister, Kathy O'Connel was sitting at the breakfast table. Her
younger sister, Katie O'Connel was stirring something at the stove. Erin was
taking a big hit off the joint.
"Shit ! You should have seen it today. At least fifteen, maybe eighteen
feet. I've never seen such big waves. You wouldn't believe it was the same
skinny kid we knew when we grew up. He caught the biggest wave while I
was..."
She was passing the joint to Kathy when she noticed me standing in the
doorway to the kitchen; rushed across the room to throw her arms around my
neck. I gave her a big hug and we walked arm in arm into the kitchen.
"You remember Kathy and Katie don't you ?"
Kathy held out the joint and whispered, "Hi ! Willy," as she exhaled. I
took the reefer and hit on it. I passed it to Katie as I looked over her
shoulder at the stuff she was stirring. It looked like refried beans to me.
I squeaked out, "Hi ! Kathy. How you doing, Katie ? I...Aahh...thought
we were having your mom's macaroni and cheese ?" Kathy came over to take the
joint out of Katie's hand as she held it up, still holding the smoke in her
lungs. She put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a strong squeeze.
I heard the blender go on and saw Erin filling a salt rimed glass with
ice. She poured a blended margarita over the ice. She walked over to me and
held out the glass. I took it and drank a bit. The joint made it's way back
to me after Erin hit on it. Kathy's hand was still on my shoulder and Erin
put a hand on my chest.
"We had a change of plans, Willy." She laughed and so did Kathy and
Katie. Katie was leaning back against the kitchen counter, wearing jeans and
a white sweater that buttoned up the front. She had real short dark hair and
didn't look anywhere near the forty-four or forty-five, I knew her to be.
Kathy, on the other hand, looked every bit the fifty-one, I knew she was. She
was wearing a knee length dress that buttoned down the front. She was the
same size as Erin but her breasts made her look shorter. They were fucking
huge and I had to concentrate not to ogle them. Katie was the tallest of the
three and looked almost skinny compared to her sisters.
"Kathy, you want to tell him while I get the envelopes ?" Erin called
back over her shoulder as she left the room.
"Oh ! I think Willy's smart enough to figure it out on his own." Kathy
said and gave a big exaggerated wink to Katie.
Katie took the joint from me and said, "I'm not to sure he'll figure it
out on his own. He looks pretty wiped out." She then took a big rip off the
joint and passed it to her sister. Erin entered the kitchen with three white
envelopes in her hand. I took a sip of the margarita as she shuffled them
around between her hands.
She held them out toward Kathy, "You're first, big sister." Kathy picked
an envelope. Erin held the remaining two out to Katie. She picked the right
one. Erin opened the remaining one and peeked inside. She looked up at me
and smiled, "Not me."
I was really confused and fucked up. Katie walked up to me and opened the
envelope so that I could view the contents. The envelope contained a single
sheet of paper with the word - "Appetizer" - on it. The microwave oven bell
went off. All three of the girls were laughing. I took another hit and sat
down. Kathy was now leaning back against the kitchen counter with her breasts
thrust out, daring me to ogle them. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"Figure it out yet, Willy ?" She asked.
"Aaah..." Is all I got out of my mouth. Katie came over and filled it
with a wedge of cheese crisp.
She sat on my lap and whispered into my ear, "Want to go in the other room
for your appetizer ?" She didn't wait for an answer but rose, took me by the
hand and led me to the kitchen doorway. I looked back at Erin and Kathy in
the kitchen. They were both waving. About half way down the hall the light
bulb flashed on in my head. By the time I reached Erin's bedroom I was
starting to get hard. Erin was making a present of herself and her sisters to
me on my last night of freedom.
Katie turned toward me, slowly unbuttoning the white sweater she was
wearing. She wasn't wearing a bra. I reached out to help but she shook her
head. When she had the sweater all the way unbuttoned, she put her hands on
my shoulders. I could see the swell of her breasts where the sweater parted.
Her breasts appeared to be as big as Erin's but they looked smaller on her,
maybe because of her height.
She was hardly whispering, "I'm sure you remember that morning..." I got
harder. "You know, after you left...Erin fingered herself for about a half an
hour. Jesus ! She must have cum a dozen times, probably more. Shit ! I
hardly had any pubic hair...didn't have a clue what she was doing but later
that afternoon I was back in bed playing with myself. I've hardly stopped
since. If I don't have a boy friend, I'll usually do it once, sometimes twice
a day."
I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
I nibbled a bit and then ran my tongue up to her ear, "I want to watch you
play with yourself, Katie." My cock was painful in my jeans.
She stepped back and asked me, "Really !?" I nodded my head and pulled my
"T" shirt off. Katie took a step backward and fiddled with the front of her
jeans. I started taking off my pants. I wasn't wearing any underwear and my
boner sprang out of my crotch, pointing right at her.
"My boyfriend would freak out if he was here..." Her jeans were down
around her ankles and she shook them free.
"Leave the sweater and panties on, Katie." I was stroking myself and she
was staring at my cock. She dropped a hand to her crotch. I could see the
dark triangle of her pubic hair through her white panties. She was tracing
her cunt lips with a single finger - up and down. Her eyes were wide open
staring at my hardon. She slipped a finger inside the leg band of her panties
and was really working it up and down her slit.
"Time for my appetizer, Katie." I dropped to my knees and crawled to
where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I grabbed her wrist and pulled
her hand out of her panties. I pulled it to my face and smelled her. I
licked her fingers. One of them was coated with her cunt butter. I sucked it
into my mouth.
I slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She kept her legs together as
I smelled them and licked the crotch. "Spread your legs, Katie." My cock was
like lead, hard and heavy at the same time. Her bush was trimmed short like
the hair on her head, really shorter. Her dark bush was nowhere near a bush
at all but rather like a well mowed lawn. All her pubic hair was of uniform
length, about a quarter to a third of and inch and real dark like Erin's.
I pushed her back on the bed and lowered my face to her crotch. Her pubic
hair scratched my cheeks and lips as my tongue worked it's way to her slit.
She was wet and salty tasting. I licked up and down her slit, working my
tongue in between the lips of her cunt. She was moaning softly. I licked up
and down her slit more urgently. Her hips started to force her cunt up
against my face. I pushed her legs back further and spread her labia majora
with my fingers. It was all pink now and I licked her at my leisure. Her
clitoris was a small bud of very sensitive flesh. Every time I sucked it into
my mouth, she came - attempting to close her legs around my head and neck. My
hands kept them firmly spread.
I pushed her thighs back further onto her chest and then let my tongue
wander down to her puckered anus. When I reamed my tongue into her asshole,
she squealed, almost like a pig. I dug my tongue deeper into her bowels. She
was chanting, "Aaah," over and over again. I ran my tongue up to her clit and
whipped my tongue back and forth across it. She was wiggling her hips back
and forth on the bed and then she yelled, "Now...Willy...Fuck me...now !"
I was up and forcing the head of my cock into her with my hand. She was
tighter than her sister. Jesus, did these O'Connel girls have tight twats !?
My cock was in her when I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me. Her
legs were up on my shoulders, an arm over her eyes. "Oooooh...Fuck...me !"
She screamed and I started thrusting my cock in and out of her. Oh ! Jesus,
was she tight. I bent over her and pounded my hips against the back of her
thighs and ass, forcing my cock deep into her cunt with each thrust. I wasn't
going to last long but I felt that she was almost there again and then she
screamed. "Ooooh...Willeeee ! Omigod...I'mmmm cumming !"
I kept driving my cock in and out of her until I had filled her with my
load. Her cunt was like a glove squeezing the semen out of my dick. Her legs
twitched against my body. I kept sawing in and out of her until I slipped out
and couldn't get back in. We lay there for a while until I finally got to my
feet and helped her off the bed.
She started to put her pants on. I laughed, took her by the hand and led
her to the kitchen with just her sweater on. My semen was running out of her.
I could see the gleam on the inside of her thighs as she walked. Kathy saw us
first and came to me. Erin was sitting at the breakfast table. She turned
and stared at us. Katie said, "Wow !" and laughed.
Kathy stood real close to me and whispered, "Ready for the main course ?"
Then she kissed me. Someone handed me a margarita and I took a hit off a
joint. Then I was lying on my back, in Erin's bedroom again. Kathy was
standing at the end of the bed. I could see her clearly in the light from the
bathroom. She was slowly unbuttoning her dress...She was out of her dress
with just a black bra and panties on.
Kathy was thick around the middle but her tits made up for it. They were
huge mounds of flesh that rose up over the top of her bra. Her hands went
behind her and now the bra was sliding down her arms. Her tits sagged down
quite a bit with huge areolae. They looked like the painted end of a blimp.
Her nipples were indistinguishable on her dark areolae. Her hands were in the
waist of her panties and down they came. There was a forest of dark hair
between her legs and as she pulled her panties off, she put a foot on the bed
and allowed me a good, long look.
She tossed me the panties. "You want to see what all that noise you made
with my little sister did to me ?" I put the crotch of her panties to my
face. They were damp and very funky smelling. She was up on the bed now,
dragging her tits up my legs. I could feel my cock strengthen so I clenched
my ass, pumping more blood to it. "Erin says you love to eat pussy." I
smiled. She smiled back and continued with. "I love to be eaten. Put your
arms above your head."
When I did she climbed right up on my chest, brought her hands down to her
cunt and spread her hairy labia apart. The pink glistened among her curls. I
stuck my tongue out and lifted my head. I took a swipe at her clit and then
ran my tongue back and forth against it. "Oooooh...Yeaaaa ! Right there,
Willy." She scooted up closer and smothered me with her wet meat. I ate like
a starved man. I could hardly hear her moans and groans. She leaned back
giving me a breather, reached back and fondled my cock.
"Oh ! Willy, Erin was right. You can eat pussy." She scooted back so
that her wet cunt was rubbing against my half hard cock. Kathy leaned down
and kissed me, running her tongue all over my face and into my mouth. She
scooted up a bit and dangled her heaving tits over my face then smothered me
with her bosom. I bit them and finally got a nipple into my mouth and started
sucking. "Oooh ! So nice...want to fuck them ?"
"After I fuck that hairy twat of yours, Kathy. I've had a lot of
fantasies about fucking your hairy pussy." I rolled her off me and scrambled
between her legs. Her legs came up around my waist and my hardon sliced into
her hot cunt. I started fucking her like a mad man, banging my cock all the
way in and then drawing it all the way out. She was egging me on, telling me
to fuck her faster and harder.
And then it was on me. I scrambled up, straddling her chest with my
knees. Her hands were already pressing her breasts together. I poked my dick
between her cleavage and started pumping my hips. Her mammoth breasts made my
cock disappear. I kept pumping and here it came. I threw my head back and
screamed out my orgasm. When I could see again, I noticed a dribble of semen
run out of the top of her cleavage. Kathy pushed her tits up toward her face
and licked it away.
"Hurry, Willy. Erin's going to have a hard time keeping her hands out of
her panties waiting for you." I jumped up off the bed and held out my hand.
Kathy took it and we walked into the kitchen bare ass naked. My cock covered
with semen, cum clearly visible, rolling down Kathy's stomach from her tits.
Her cleavage was covered with the sheen of my seed.
Erin saw us first. Katie was still just dressed in her sweater. She had
her back to us and I stared at her bare ass. I patted Kathy on the butt and
took Erin's hand. "Why don't you all join us. I'm probably going to need a
little help." The girls all laughed nervously.
When the four of us got to the bedroom, I told Katie to sit on the chest
of drawers and play with herself. Erin was just wearing a robe and was naked
under it. I was playing with her nipples which were like pebbles in my
fingers. Kathy said she didn't get to suck on my cock so she went to her
knees and swallowed my limp penis as I fondled her sister. I had a finger in
her and was now sucking on her tits when I felt their little sister start
grinding against my side and hip.
My cock started to grow in Kathy's mouth and very soon she had her head
bobbing back and forth on my pole. Erin was getting very wet between the legs
as I slipped another finger into her cunt. Katie was running her hand between
the cheeks of my ass and suddenly poked a finger into my asshole. I yelled
and Kathy came off my cock, a string of spittle or maybe it was cum connected
my cock head with her lips. She started licking me like a popsicle.
I pulled them all to the bed and ended up on my side, going 69 with Erin
as Kathy alternated with her, sucking my cock and Katie reamed out my asshole
with her tongue. I was as hard as steel with my mouth buried in Erin's hairy
little snatch. I spread her buns apart and licked down to her asshole. It
was surrounded by a small patch of dark black pubic hair all kinky and curly.
I reamed my tongue into her and her mouth came off my cock. She moaned real
loud and bucked her ass back into my face. Kathy gobbled up my cock. She was
really working on it, sliding her lips up and down it. Her little sister had
reamed her tongue into my anus and I was wild.
I pushed them all away and pulled Erin to her knees. I knelt behind her
and lined my cock up with her anus. My cock was slippery with their saliva.
Kathy was up next to me and took my dick out of my hand. I spread Erin's ass
cheeks and Kathy placed my boner on her anus. I thrust my hips forward and my
cock head popped right into her asshole. Her head snapped off the mattress
and she screamed, "Ooooh ! Willeeee...Come on, lover.....Fuck my ass off." I
did.
Katie was fingering herself like there was no tomorrow as I packed her
older sister's fudge. Her anal passage was an inferno - smooth and tight.
When I would pause, with my cock buried in her bowels, I could feel her
sphincter squeeze around the base of my cock. Kathy slipped her hand down to
my ass and I just knew that I was going to go off when she slipped a finger
into my asshole. With a burst of energy, I fucked my cock in and out of
Erin's asshole as the head of my dick exploded, sending gobs of cum up into
her bowels. I finally disengaged from Erin after my cock slipped out of her,
not hard enough to stay in her as her rectum spazamed around it. The last
thing I remember is seeing my semen dribbling out of her stretched asshole and
down into her hairy bush.
***** EPILOGUE *****
Saturday and Sunday were hell. I took laxative after laxative, purging
myself for my Monday morning operation. I got hard every time I thought about
Friday night. I remembered the three of them washing me in the shower and
then it was back to bed. The girls took turns blowing me and I came again - a
weak couple of spurts. I can't remember who had their mouth on me at the time
but I do remember they all clapped and then attacked me again. It was light
before they let me loose and Erin drove me to my parents.
Monday morning came none too soon. My asshole was raw from all the
diarrhea that had flowed through it all weekend. I felt weak, possibly from
the fucking I did Friday night but more likely from the liquid diet that the
bowel preparation required. My parents and I drove in almost silence to the
medical center. It was 0530 when we arrived. I expected us to stand around
with our thumbs up our asses for a while - kind of like the military - "hurry
up and wait." I was pleasantly surprised when they called me at 0535.
My dad explained that mom and him had drawn straws for who got to
accompany me. He lost on purpose he said because he didn't think mom could
handle staying by herself. He gave me a big hug and off my mom and I went,
following the orderly. I was out of my clothes in minutes and on the gurney
in one of those hospital gowns. A gorgeous nurse came in and introduced
herself as the surgeon's chief nurse. She plugged me into this drip thing -
you know, the bottle on the pole. I watched a couple of drops of stuff slide
down the tube and then it was night-night for Willy.
At nine-fifteen Erin O'Connell walked through the doors that opened into
the surgical waiting room. Right on her heels was Carol Whitouski. While
Carol headed to the information desk, Erin walked over and greeted Willy's
parents. Carol overheard Erin calling Willy's parents, Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack,
turned from the information desk and walked right up to the three of them.
"Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack ? I'm Carol Whitouski, a friend of Willy's. Have
you heard anything ?"
Willy's dad shook his head back and forth. He introduced Carol to Erin
and the four of them chatted, waiting for news. Erin glanced at Carol often,
thinking that she was at least ten years younger than she was and a tremendous
looking woman - about her size but bigger, especially in the bust. Real dark
hair and dressed to the nines. Erin told Carol that Willy had talked about
her often in the last couple of days and would be really stoked to see her.
Carol was just about to ask Erin if she was the friend Willy was staying
with when he called her...The surgeon walked across the waiting room. He was
dressed in a three piece suit and introduce himself to Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack.
He was quick to get to the subject and told them all that Willy came through
the operation in fine shape and was in the recovery room. He would be up in
his room about noon and that they all could go visit him.
Mrs. Tamarack had a list of questions that Willy had given her but she
forgot all about them. She was too busy holding her husband who was sobbing.
Erin got very emotional and threw her arms around Carol. The two of them
hugged each other and then Willy's mom and dad. The surgeon walked away down
the hall.
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