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The Afternoon Feast

A Willy Tamarack Adventure

by Frederick T.

With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

*** PROLONG ***

This is the first in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures.  In this adventure
you learn a little about Willy and meet his teenage friend, Karen. Hopefully
the series will become popular enough for me to become stoked enough to
continue writing them.  All the stories are written to stand alone but are so
much more fun to read together.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.


Well I really stepped on my dick this time.  I don't know what the fuck I was
thinking about - giving half a joint to some high school teeny-bopper. Last
night was when it started.  I had decided to do Australian for dinner, The
OutBack, as they have an excellent dish with chicken and shrimp on a bed of
Fetticini Alfredo.  I was thinking that and a couple of Fosters ought to just
about make the start of a great evening.  So I tapped out the joint I had just
smoked half of; put the roach into my cigarette pack and headed out the front
door for a leisurely walk to the restaurant.  About an hour and a half later,
I had finished an excellent dinner; the service was great and as usual I over
tipped - what the hell, they are all college kids working their way through
school.  I am now wandering the maze of the Taco Bell parking lot on my way
back home, when...

"Hey! Mister."

I turn and find a not unattractive young lady racing across the parking lot
towards me.  She arrives a bit out of breath.

"Ah...You come here a lot, don't you?"

"Yea."  I answer.

"Well...I was your bus boy...I mean girl and the waiter and I were
wondering...Well, I mean, you always seem so...are you just naturally high all
the time or do you always have a couple of bong hits before coming to dinner?"

I suppose the fear showed in my manner or maybe my eyes as she immediately
backs away a bit and apologizes, but then I start to laugh, take the
cigarettes out of my pocket; light one, finally fish the roach out of the pack
and hand it to her.

"It's a natural high, miss."  I tell her. She starts to giggle, looking at the
roach in her hand and says, "Thanks, Mister."

I hadn't walked half way back to the condo when the paranoia sets in. Fucking
stupid; just fucking dumb!!  Later the paranoia eased somewhat as I spend a
very enjoyable evening masturbating and having fantasies about the women I
watched fucking and sucking everything in sight on my big screen TV.

That was last week.  This morning as I was completing my morning run at about
06:30 a.m.; I am startled by a car horn.  I immediately jump to the sidewalk
and notice a new model car, that has passed me on the opposite side of the
street, begin to back up toward me.  It stops right across the street from me,
the passenger door opens and out comes my "bus girl," as she put it. She
crosses the street and stops about three feet away.

"Boy!  I've been looking for you everywhere.  I was hoping you would have come
back for dinner again before now.  Why are you up so early?"

It's damn hot in Las Vegas during the summer and although the temperature does
abate somewhat in mid-August; I still confine my running to the early morning.
"It's a little rough running during the heat of the day around here."  I
reply.

"Hey...Yea, you're right.  I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"Yea, I know, you don't often see old stoners out running, trying to act like
they're 20 years younger than they are."

"No, it's not that, I just figured that...well, you know, the natural high.
It's not often that stoners exercise."

"Shit, my entire high school football team either got stoned or drunk after
every game."  I reply.

"Yea, it's the same here.  Hey, I was wondering if you had any more of that
natural high you had the other evening?  I could sure use some more of that.
The little bit that you gave me really got my friend and I, like really
high...I mean I'll pay for it."

"Yea and twenty minutes later you'll be trading me into Las Vegas' finest to
get you and your friend off the hook for some previous infraction of the law.
I can see the headlines now - Large dope bust in Green Valley.  Is that your
friend in the car?"

"No, it's not like that at all...man, like I don't even know your name or
where you live, so how can I rat on you??"  She asks.

"My name is Willy, what's yours?

"Karen Wilson."

Just then her friend honks the horn and yells, "Hey, Karen, come on; we're
late!"

Karen looks back at me and says, "I've got to go Willy.  Can I meet you this
afternoon, say at the park up by the Mormon Church and we can talk some more?"

I thought for a second and the horn sounded again.  "No," I said, "I'll meet
you up at the top of the hill, right over there.  What time?"

She runs across the street she calling back, "One o'clock, Ok?"

She was looking back at me over the top of the car as I yell, "Ok!"  Then
she's into the car, slamming the door and the vehicle speeds away.

As I walk back toward the entrance to the complex, the paranoia comes back
again - big time paranoia.  What the fuck did I do that for.  I had almost
forgotten about the first incident and now I agree to meet her about a hundred
yards from my own condo.  Exceptionally smart, Willy.

I am fairly new here; having lived in Las Vegas now for just a little over a
year.  Las Vegas - Wow!!  What a place, the original adult Disneyland.  To be
honest, I really don't live in Las Vegas but in one of it's suburbs; which
most of the residents call Green Valley.  I moved up here about six months
after my family was wiped out in an automobile accident on one of Orange
County's many freeways.  No one's fault - shit happens - I guess?!  After the
accident I just had to get out; away from our friends, our neighborhood, away
from just about everything.  I have a military friend in Las Vegas who
convinced me to move away from Southern California.  So I sold everything;
packed the rest and drove North on I-15 to Las Vegas.  I bought a small, 12
year old, two bedroom condo in a upper-middle class development where the
landscaping is rather lush for the desert.

Anyway, while going through the shit, shower and shaving routine, I attempt to
devise a plan so that I can get my pink ass out of this self-made jam.  The
paranoia starts escalating about noon as I still hadn't come up with any good
ideas.  I was now thinking that if I didn't show up she might rat on me for
not getting her more dope.  So I went to the freezer, where I keep my smokable
dope, and got out an ounce or so; what we used to call a three finger lid.  At
twelve-thirty I start walking through the complex to see if I can spy any
unusual activity.  Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, I arrive at the
meeting place about ten minutes early.

I sit with my back to the wall of one of the complexes' condos, noticing that
at least we won't be able to be seen from the street.  Through the trees, I
catch a glimpse of Karen crossing the street about a half a block from where
I'm sitting.  For the first time I really take a good look at her and notice
that she appears quite tall, but it might be because she is so skinny.  Her
legs look like tooth picks - not much of a figure.  She is wearing, what looks
like, a man's shirt with a blue "T" shirt on underneath and a pair of fairly
short, cut-off jeans.  She has on a pair of girl's tennis shoes and her hair,
which both of the times I've seen her before has been done up on the top of
her head, is now undone and flowing behind her, hippie like, as she hurries
across the street.  Her hair is brown but much of it has been bleached by the
sun or the bottle.  I've never been good at telling the difference.

She casually walks up the hill toward the condo complex about a hundred feet
or so to my right.  She sees me sitting against the wall, waves and starts
toward me.  As she gets closer I see that she is not wearing a "T" shirt at
all but one of those tube tops that just cover her breasts, which look
incredibly small.  She is also wearing more make up than I have seen or
noticed from our previous meetings.  She sits about three feet away and leans
back against the wall.  We sit like that, not talking, for a couple of minutes
or so.  Finally...

"I didn't mean to hassle you this morning, honest, and I've never been busted
and my dad is not the chief of police.  I just want to buy some of the dope
that you gave me the other night.  That is if you have any more..."  She
starts.

"Well, I'm a little paranoid about all that has happened...I don't mind
selling you a little dope.  I'm just concerned about covering my ass."  I
reply.

"That's cool.  I understand.  I haven't told anyone where I got the stuff you
gave me the other night, honest."

"How about your girl friend, you know; the one you shared it with...or the
girl who drove this morning, how did you explain stopping?"  I ask.

"They are both the same girl.  Her name is Monica.  She is my best friend. I
told her I got the joint from a customer at the restaurant who was real
baked...

"Well that's a fact."  I interrupt.

"And this morning I told her that you were a family friend and I had to give
you a message from my dad."

We talked for about a half hour, some about her, some about me.  I learned
that she is a high school senior and has a boy friend.  She learned that I am
fairly new in town and no longer have any family.  We shared some stories
about the "evil weed" and laughed at each others jokes.  I started to feel
comfortable about the time she started discussing her grades and her college
ambitions.  She stressed that she doesn't get stoned 24 hours a day.  I told
her that I usually get stoned once a day, at least.  And she asked how I could
get up early to run.  I laughed and said that it was sometimes real hard.  It
was about that time that I asked her to come to my place and we could do the
deal.

"Now who should be paranoid?"  she asks.

"Probably you."  I laugh.

She laughs and says, "Where to, Willy?"

I get up, explaining that I live at the back of the complex and we head off
through the trees towards my place.  As we're walking up the hill from the
community pool towards my patio, I notice that her shorts don't quite cover
all of her ass and that some of her cheeks show with every step.  Ah! What the
fuck, if I'm going to sell her dope, what's the harm in having fantasies about
fucking her brains out too?  Probably 20 to life, all expenses paid by the
state.

I close the sliding glass door and ask her if she would like to hear some
music.  She says ok and asks if I have any Hootie and the Blowfish.  I say no
and put on some Neil Young.  She is eying the hemp filled baggie that is
laying on the coffee table.

"Have a seat."  I say.

She keeps looking at the lid on the table and blurts out, "Ah..I don't have
enough cash to buy all that.  I mean I don't think that I've ever seen so much
dope."  She sits down next to me on the couch.

"Well, how much do you want?"  I ask.

"I only brought twenty bucks..."  She lets the rest hang.

I pull some papers out of my pocket, open the baggie and begin to roll a
joint; asking her if she wants to get high.  She nods and I light up, take a
large drag and hand her the joint.  As she is taking a "hit," I wander into
the kitchen and get another sandwich bag.  We pass the joint back and forth as
I take dope out of the baggie on the table and put it into the new bag.  Both
of us are getting pretty stoned about now and she mentions that she still
doesn't have enough money to buy what I am offering.  I tell her it's no
problem as I grow my own in one of those growing contraptions that you hide in
the closet.  She laughs and says that some of her friends had tried growing it
in their back yards but nothing came of it.

The joint is now rather small and Karen complains about not bringing her bong.
Rather boldly I offer to be her bong and she asks how I'm going to do that.  I
take a deep drag of what's left of the joint and motion her closer. I hoarsely
tell her to open her mouth and then place my mouth over hers and exhale.  She
starts to inhale the smoke I'm blowing into her mouth.  Both of our eyes are
wide open and suddenly hers open even wider.  She backs away and exhales in a
loud..."Oh Wow!!  I exhale the rest, get up and wander into the kitchen again.
I yell back into the front room, "You want a diet Pepsi?" Not hearing a
response I peer into the front room and see her leaning back on the couch with
her head thrown back, eyes closed and her legs slightly spread. Her jeans are
not quite covering her crotch and I can see that she is wearing white panties.
I begin to feel a stirring between my legs - "Oh Jesus" - I'm getting a
hardon.  I pour a couple of glasses of Pepsi and head back for the front room.
She hasn't moved.  I say, "Here's your Pepsi, Karen."

She opens her eyes, takes the glass and gulps down a couple of swallows. I ask
if she wants another hit and she only nods.  I relight the roach, take a big
hit and move over to her.  She leans her head back and opens her mouth.  I
once again cover her mouth with mine and exhale.  This time her eyes remain
closed and as I finish exhaling; I allow my tongue to start exploring her lips
and teeth.  Her eyes open real wide but then close as she starts to exhale
through her nose.  I continue my exploration of her mouth with my tongue and
her tongue now comes to meet mine.  I break the kiss and say, "That was nice.
Want another one?"

"I don't think I can take another hit...I don't think I've ever been this
stoned."

"No, another one of these."  I say as I lean toward her and again cover her
mouth with mine.  Her mouth opens as my tongue slips between her lips.  We are
kissing rather energetically when her arms come up around my neck.  I slip my
arm around her waist and rest my other hand on her bare thigh.  She moves her
thighs apart a bit and I feel a tugging on my shorts as my hardon begins to
grow again.  The kiss continues as I move my hand up the left side of her body
stopping on her belly and rubbing it with a back and forth movement.  Her
shirt is unbuttoned to just above her belly button and I proceed to unbutton
the rest; sliding my hand onto her bare belly.  I continue rubbing; stop
kissing her mouth and begin to lick her neck, right up to her ear then start
frenching her ear.  She hasn't made a sound so I slip my hand up and cup her
left breast.  Karen has really been short changed in the breast department but
I can feel a very prominent nipple through her tube top.  I move my mouth back
to hers and this time she kisses me with abandon, all tongue, lips and teeth.
I drag her tube top down to around her belly button and start to roll one
nipple, then the other, between my index finger and thumb.

I break the kiss and cover her left nipple with my mouth and begin sucking and
licking as I slide my free hand down her belly and into the waist band of her
shorts  She sucks in her belly, which causes my boner to throb and makes me
believe that I am not alone in my desire.  I slip my fingers into her panties
and continue towards her cunt until I run into a tuft of pubic hair. I stop my
hand at the top of her mound, which is not very prominent, and squeeze and rub
in a circular motion.  I was concentrating so much on her nipples and mound
that I totally freak out as her left hand moves onto my hardon.  Once found,
Karen immediately starts to rub it from my balls to it's tip.  I remove my
hand from her shorts, unbutton her jeans, slide the zipper down and replace my
hand down the front of her shorts and into her panties. After rubbing her
mound for a bit, I slip my finger down deeper into her crotch and inside her.
I start to finger fuck her slowly.  I go back to kissing her mouth and am met
by a very active tongue as her hand increases the tempo on my cock.

God, does this feel good.  If she keeps this up for a little longer I'm going
to cum in my pants; so I remove my hand from her pants and slip partially off
the couch onto the floor on my knees.  This removes her hand from my cock.  I
look up at her face; her eyes are still closed and she is breathing just a bit
deeply.  I stare at her nipples, which are about the size of quarters and much
darker than her skin.  They are like cones on her almost non-existent tits.  I
hold her by the hips and french her belly button, then take a hold of each
side of her shorts and tug them down her skinny legs.  Her panties come with
them and after getting them off her feet, I drop them on the floor next to me.
My tongue leaves her belly button and starts licking towards her cunt.  I run
my tongue through her pubic hair and see that it is the same color as the hair
on her head - a deep brown.  I spread her legs a little more and begin taking
large mouths full of her thighs as I place both hands on her mound and rub
back and forth in opposite directions, trying to create some friction.  I
spread the lips of her pussy and lick up and down her slit.  She doesn't move
or make a sound.  I lick up and search for her clitoris; as I slide a finger,
then two into her and start finger fucking her again.  She is not as tight as
I had imagined and would easily take my cock. I am almost positive that she
isn't a virgin.  After finding and lubricating her clitoris, I replace my
fingers with my tongue and tongue fuck her rather briskly.  After a few
moments of no reaction, I remove my face from her cunt and ask, "Are you
always this quiet when you're making love?  Do you want me to stop?"

Her eyes open and she looks at me for a moment or two and then says, "Oh! No.
Please don't stop.  What you're doing feels good...real good.  My boy friend
has never done this - all he does is finger me and then stick it in me. I like
what you're doing - don't stop."

I lower my head and lick from her cunt to her clit.  I do it again with my
eyes locked on hers and ask, "You sure?"

"Oh! Yes I'm sure.  Lick me, please."

I now bury my tongue in her cunt, fucking it in and out of her as fast as I
can.  I place a thumb on her mound and rub it up and down the top of her slit
trying to stimulate her clitoris.  My tongue is tired so I replace it with my
fingers and begin sucking large mouths full of her thighs into my mouth.  I am
now finger fucking her like crazy, moving to the side of her I move my mouth
to the top of her mound, sucking as much of her mound into my mouth as I can.
With my other hand I spread her pussy lips, sucking on her clitoris.  After a
minute or so of this I remove my mouth from her clit and ask, "Are you getting
close to cuming?  I want you to cum, Karen.  Come on help me get you off,
Karen.  I want you to cum, baby."  I go back to licking her clit, never
stopping my fingers from fucking in and out of her cunt.

Her hips start to move and it becomes more difficult for me to keep my tongue
zeroed in on her clit so I suck as much of her mound into my mouth as I can
and kept on sucking.  I feel her orgasm first in her thighs as she starts to
spread them, then close them in a cadence that she no longer controls.  I keep
fingering her rapidly.  I take my mouth off her clit and whisper, "Come on
Karen, get off baby."  She is breathing very rapidly and her hips are coming
off the couch as she pushes back against the fingers that I am sliding rapidly
in and out of her cunt.  With her hips up off the couch she reaches down with
both hands and pulls my head back to her pussy.  I take as much of her mound
in my mouth as I can and suck.

"Oh God.  Ahhhhh!!!  Ahhhhhh!!!!"  She doesn't quite scream.

The pressure of her hands on my head subsides and I slowly start licking my
way to her navel, then to her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other. I
finally reach her mouth and kiss her open mouthed for a few minutes before
saying;  "Well, how was that?"

"That was wonderful - no shit - the best I've ever had with anyone.  My boy
friend says that he won't do that because it smells and he'd get too much hair
in his mouth.

I laugh as I pull a couple of her pubes from my mouth; get up off the floor
and sit next to her on the couch.  "Your boy friend is a fool, then." Look
who's talking, the guy who is going to spend the next century in the slammer.

Karen slides closer to me on the couch and kisses me on the lips, "Thanks,"
she says, "that was real super, the best ever.  No kidding.  Do you want
to...?"

"Fuck,"  I fill in the blank.  She only nods back in response. Unfortunately,
my hardon has totally deflated and is now as limp as a dish rag.  So I
continue, "We should have done that a little while ago as I'm not quite up to
the task right now."

Karen slides her hand under my "T" shirt and starts to gently rub my belly,
seemingly heading toward my cock with every passing second.  She soon has her
hand in my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock stroking me slowly.  And
while I am starting to get hard; it is not the tremendous hardon that I had
earlier.  She kisses me and my fingers are now playing with her nipples.  She
takes her hand out of my pants and with both hands unbuttons, then unzips them
and pushes them down around my ankles.  I kick them aside. After a while, with
not much improvement in my non-turgid member, I break our kiss and say, "Why
don't we take a break for a few minutes, sometimes old men have a hard time
getting it up."  I lean forward, pick up the roach and light it again.

She giggles and says, "My boy friend also has that problem when he gets too
drunk.  I can sometimes work on him all night it seems and he never gets
hard."

"I know the feeling."  I say as I pass her the roach and begin to roll another
number.  She has leaned back against the couch with her eyes closed, holding
the roach out towards me.  I take the roach and throw it in the ash tray.  I
light up the number, take a deep hit and stare at her almost nude body.  "Do
you ever masturbate?"  I ask.  Her eyes flash open and for the first time she
appears to have some modesty.  She closes her legs a bit and puts her hands
over her bush.  "Do you?"

"Yea, all the time.  I love to play with myself and usually do it when I'm
watching porno flicks or looking at magazines filled with nude women.  I was
thinking that if you don't mind I could stare at you and play with myself and
when I get hard we could..."

"Fuck." she said.

"Yea."  I lean back against the end of the couch and slowly stroke my cock.  I
don't normally masturbate this way so I look around and find her panties.  I
pick them up off the floor, cover my cock with them and begin to rub the
fabric up and down my shaft.  I tell her not to worry that I won't cum on her
panties and she says it's ok as her boyfriend would often clean off his cock
with them after fucking her.  After a few moments she asks me if I want her to
do anything and I say, "Yea, play with yourself, Karen."

She moves to the other end of the couch, now we are facing each other, and
starts rubbing her mound with one hand and her belly with the other.  I take
my "T" shirt off and continue to gaze at her masturbating.  "Play with your
nipples."  She does.  One hand in her bush and the other rolling one nipple
then the other between her fingers.  I'm starting to get hard - real hard. "Do
you ever finger yourself?"  I ask.  She nods and I tell her to finger herself
and when her fingers are real wet to bring them over to me as I want to suck
and lick them.  After only a couple of plunges into her cunt she gets up, and
crosses the length of the couch and holds out her hand for me to lick. I tell
her to take her panties off my cock and when she does she says, "Oh! Yea!" and
starts to move onto her back, down at the end of the couch.  "No, sit on it,
Karen."  I tell her, holding my cock straight up from my belly. She slowing
moves over me, with a puzzled look on her face.  I put one hand on her ass,
guide her over my cock and tell her to lower her cunt a bit.  The head of my
cock comes into contact with her pubes and I rub my cock up and down the
length of her slit.  I put my cock into the entrance of her cunt and tell her
to lower herself on to my lap.  She is very wet and I slide about half the way
in.  I take a hold of her hips and rock them back and forth as I bury myself
in her cunt.  Oh, is she nice and very warm.

"God!  That feels good."

She nods and says, "Oh. Yes, it does."

I tell her to lean forward a bit, put her hands up by my shoulders and rock
back and forth.  "Rub your pussy against my pubic bone."  I tell her.  I am
dying to start pumping my cock in and out of her but know that if I do; I'll
be finished in just a few minutes.  So I just lay there watching her rock back
and forth while my hands play with her nipples, slide up and down her thighs
and squeeze her very firm ass.  I pull off her blouse and push the tube top up
over her head and throw them both on the floor.  We were now both nude, except
for our shoes.  Her rocking becomes somewhat intense so I slow her down with
my hands on her hips and tell her to lean back with one hand behind her and
use the other to rub her mound and clit.  She does so and is soon rocking
again.  I reach out and begin to pinch her nipples.  They are swollen and
again look like small nose cones.  She is starting to breath more rapidly and
even though she is not causing much friction on my cock, I can't stand the
wait any longer.  I have got to cum.  I reach up with both hands and pull her
shoulders down to me, mash my mouth to hers and slide my hands to her ass.  I
take a cheek in each hand and start fucking her with everything I have,
lifting her off me with each thrust.  I break the kiss and start babbling
incoherently.  It comes quickly, about three or four spurts of seamen.  I keep
on pumping until I feel myself start to deflate.  We lay still, breathing
heavily as my dick shrinks out of her.  "Did you cum?"  Karen asks.

"Yea, I think you could say that."

"So did I.  That's the first time I ever did...you know, fucking.  God, was it
great.  You know, I wasn't sure when you started talking about playing with
myself...like you were some pervert or something but I've never had an orgasm
like that, even by myself."

"I think we're about to dribble on the couch, so why don't you roll off me and
I'll go get a wash cloth or something."  I say.

"Where did you put my panties?"  Karen asks.

"No, I'll get us wash cloth."  I say as I disengage from her and walk off
toward the bathroom.  I come back in just a few minutes and she already has
her panties on and is pulling on her shorts.  I'm wiping my dick with the wash
cloth.

She looks up from the couch and says, "Shit, Willy.  I couldn't wait.  Its
almost five and I have to get home or I'll catch hell for being out so late."
With that she jumps up off the couch, comes up to me and plants a great big
kiss on my lips and says, "Thanks."  She backs away grabs her tube top, slips
it over her head and begins putting her blouse on.  I feel rather stupid and
embarrassed standing there bare ass in my tennis shoes.  She fishes a twenty
dollar bill out of her pocket and puts it on the table.  "Why don't you take
both, Karen?"  I ask.

She shakes her head from side to side and says, "I can't do that, Willy. It's
way too much for how much I'm paying.  Even with this I'm ripping you off."
With that she picks up the smaller of the two baggies, walks over, gives me
another big kiss and heads to the door.  "I don't think you ought to go out
like that, Willy, it might cause the neighbors to gossip."  She laughs, opens
the sliding glass door and is gone.  I wander over to door, realizing that the
whole time we were getting it on - the drapes were open.  Oh!  Well, shit
happens.  "Rippin' me off - Yea Right!"

I know I'm going crazy, if I'm not already.  It is now Friday night.  I've
spent the last three days, or is it four, looking for a high school girl. When
you're pushing fifty, that's not real smart.  I've gone to The OutBack the
last two nights.  That's where I met her.  She was busing the table I was
having dinner at.  She thought I was stoned.  I was.  I sold her some dope -
marijuana - a real intelligent move.  What am I going to do?  Ask my waiter,
"Uh, does Karen work tonight?  You know the young teeny-bopper I sold the dope
to.  I'm sure you know her, she's the one who fucks the brains out of old men
like me."  On the positive side at least the city's finest haven't been
knocking on the front door asking if Willy Tamarack lives here.  I haven't
been stoned in the last two days - a real rare occurrence, since my
retirement.

It's now late August and still very hot in the community of Green Valley,
Nevada.  I've got my Nachamichi stereo system cranked up, not real loud though
as I don't want the neighbors to complain to the association.  I just recently
bought one of those Soney 100 disk CD units and can listen to random disks
until hell freezes over, but have programed it for the group - Buffalo
Springfield.  I'm contemplating rolling a joint as there is no way I can go
back to The OutBack - for the third night in a row - when I hear a light
knocking on the sliding glass door that leads out to my small patio.  I get up
and cross the front room and pull the drapes to see who, if anyone, is on the
patio.

Karen is standing a couple of feet from the door and when she hears the drapes
move she turns and waves.  I open the door.  "Hi Willy, surprised?" She walks
by me into the front room.  I close the sliding glass door and this time
remember to pull the drapes closed.  I turn to greet her and find her holding
out her hand, "Here,"  she says.  I hold out my hand and she drops a roll of
bills into it.  "What's this for?"  I ask.

"It's for the stuff I got from you the other day.  I told you that you were
giving me way too much stuff for the money I had.  So I sold most of it and
now I'm paying you back."

"You didn't have to do that," I said, "and selling it might not be such a
great idea.  If you get busted..."

"Don't worry, it's cool, I only sold it to good friends.  Like I said, don't
worry."

"You on your way to work?"

"Yea, kind of..."  She is dressed in a white blouse, just like the one she
wore the other day, but it is buttoned up to her neck and without the tube
top.  She has on a blue skirt that stops just above her knees and what looks
like the same white tennis shoes that she wore the other day.  Her hair is
done up on the top of her head like it was when she was working and on her way
to school.  I ask if she would like to sit down and she moves to the couch and
sits at one end.  I count the money in my hand - it comes to $100 in twenties.
I drop it on the coffee table and tell her it is too much.  She said that it
wasn't, that she has another fifty in her purse and still has about an eighth
of an ounce left.  I meander toward the kitchen asking her if she wants
something to drink.  She said that what she had the other day was ok, so I
pour a diet Pepsi into two glasses, put in a couple of cubes of ice and walk
back into the front room.  I handed her a glass and sat at the other end of
the couch.  "What time do you have to be at work?"  I ask.

"You want to get stoned?"  She asked.

"Sure."  I reply.  She starts digging trough her purse and comes out with a
small bong and a baggie with a very small amount of hemp in it.  She starts
packing some of the hemp into the bowl of her pipe and says, "I broke up with
my boy friend."  She doesn't say any more and lights the pipe, taking a large
drag of smoke into her lungs.  She moves down the couch towards me and hands
me the pipe.  I take a small hit off the bong and hand it back to her.  I ask
her is she wants me to get some more dope as I didn't think her's would last
that long and she agrees.  I get up, go to the kitchen and rustle around in
the freezer to find my dope.  I bring back the remains of the baggie that I
had shown her the other day and throw it on the table; asking her, "Why?"

"Cause he was an asshole and always treated me like shit," she pauses and
takes another hit on the pipe, hands it to me and then blurts out, "I told my
mom I had to work tonight and I also told her that I was spending the night at
Monica's house, so I don't have to be home 'till tomorrow sometime."  As that
hung in the air, I packed her pipe with some of my dope and light the bowl.
She continued with, "I really don't have to work tonight and all I have to do
is call Monica and give'er your number and she'll cover for me."  I exhale
slowly, pass her the pipe and ask, "Does this mean that I'm your new boy
friend?"

She bursts out laughing, losing a whole lung full of smoke in the process and
says, "We'd look pretty odd at the Senior Prom together and I plan on going to
the Senior Prom.  Plus I think my parents would shoot you."

"Definitely not a good ending for me."

"No.  Well what do you say about me spending the night?  We could discuss all
the ins and outs of having a relationship, get super stoned and well...Let me
tell you, Willy, I sold most of the dope I bought from you by the next
afternoon.  And for the last two days I have been sitting in my room trying to
work up the courage to come over here and talk to you.  I've also been playing
with myself like crazy, thinking of what we did the other day."

I raise my head and start to say something and instead take another hit off
the pipe as she continues.

"Don't say anything yet.  Let me finish.  I know you probably see women your
own age.  I plan on seeing guys my own age.  I don't think that should prevent
us from seeing each other every once and a while.  What do you say? Do I stay
or do you want me to split?" "You like omelets for breakfast?"  I ask.

She is talking to Monica, her best friend, on the kitchen phone.  I'm still
sitting on the couch.  The bong bowl is empty and I'm now fairly stoned. She
hangs up the phone, walks back into the front room and sits down next to me on
the couch.

"Monica says it's no problem.  She's staying home tonight and will give me a
call if my parents call her house.  I'm going to meet her tomorrow in Fox
Ridge park at one o'clock.  So everything is cool.  Ah...do you mind playing
some Hootie and the Blowfish?"  she asks.

"I told you the other day that I don't have any Hootie and the whatever." I
replied.

"Yea, that's cool.  I brought some CDs with me.  I hope you don't mind." She
says as she pulls three or four CDs out of her purse.

I get up off the couch and head toward the wall unit that holds my Nachamichi
and big screen Soney TV.  As I'm putting her CDs into the Soney disc changer,
I can hear her taking a hit off the bong.  I get Hootie going and feel her
standing behind me.  I turn.  She stands about five foot five or six and
probably doesn't weight more than a hundred pounds.  She squeaks out, "Open
you mouth."

She covers my mouth with hers and exhales.  I suck as much smoke out of her
lungs as I can.  Her arms encircle my neck and she is now passionately
frenching me.  I wrap my arms around her waist and begin to kiss back as I
slide my hands down her back until I have a hand on each of her ass cheeks and
begin to grind a little against her stomach.  My cock begins to grow down the
leg of my shorts and I encourage it by clenching and unclenching my ass.  I
lift her a bit and try to rub my hardening cock against her pussy.  I ask her
if she wants to go into the bedroom and she says, "Yea."  I tell her that I
don't think I can wait until we get there.  She moves one of her hands down my
side and slides it in between our bodies and gently squeezes my cock.  "It's
real hard now, isn't it?"  She says.  I agree, move her over to the couch and
tell her to raise her skirt up around her waist.  I lift her up so her ass is
sitting on the back of the couch.  She is wearing a tiny pair of black panties
that just barely cover her brown bush.  I lift her a bit and tell her to pull
her panties down; when she gets them to mid thigh I lower her to the couch
back and pull them off, tossing them on the floor.

I start to get to my knees in front of her and she says, "No,  We can do that
later."  So I tell her to undo my shorts.  My cock is making quite a tent in
my boxer shorts and I tell her to pull my shorts down.  After she gets them
over my cock; I pull them all the way off.  I start kissing her and rubbing my
dick against her knees and thighs.  She spreads her legs and I rub my hardon
against her pubic hair.  "Put it in me."  She whispers, breaking our kiss.
"You put it in."  I say.  She reaches between us, takes a hold of my cock and
guides it into her cunt.  I only allow the head of my dick to penetrate her,
put one hand on her ass and with the other, move the head of my dick up and
down her slit; sticking the head of my cock into her cunt every few moments.
"You're really wet."  I whisper.  "I wasn't kidding, I've been playing with
myself like crazy and have been wet almost all day."  She replies.  I tell her
to wrap her legs around my waist.  After she gets her legs around me I put the
head of my dick in her cunt, grab a cheek of her ass with each hand, lift her
up off the couch and lower her onto my cock.  I am now buried in a very warm,
wet, young lady.  I lower her back to the couch and fuck in and out of her
slowly.  "Shit, you feel good, Karen."  "Yea, faster."  she replies.  I'm
having some difficulty getting the correct leverage to really begin pumping
myself in and out of her and after a few minutes I pull out of her.  "No, not
yet."  She almost screams.  I lift her off the back of the couch and tell her
to turn around; then pull her skirt up to the middle of her back, and tell her
to bend over the back of the couch. Her ass is definitely her best asset,
almost like the halves of a large cantaloupe squeezed together.  I just had to
lick and suck on it.  "I want to eat your ass, Karen, and then I'm going to
fuck you silly, young lady."  I drop to my knees, take a cheek in each hand
and squeeze them together.  I start licking the deep crack that I have made
with her cheeks, digging my tongue between her ass cheeks as far as I can.
She lets out a loud moan or maybe she said something; I don't know or care at
this point.  My dick is still hard as shit and I'm licking the crack of her
ass like there is no tomorrow.  I put a thumb on each side of her crack,
spread the cheeks of her ass and lick from her cunt to her asshole.  She is
now moaning every time my tongue makes the trip from her hole to her anus.
I've just got to fuck her now...so I quickly stand and place the length of my
dick in the crack of her ass and sliding it up and down.  Oh!  Shit does this
feel good.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I lower my cock to her cunt and
situate the head right over the opening.  I grab her hips with both hands and
pull her onto my cock and start fucking her like a wild man.  She starts
screaming incoherent words and sounds but I just keep on fucking as fast as I
can.  My balls are slapping the couch and I've pushed her over the top of the
couch so her arms are stretched out in front of her trying to prevent herself
from being shoved on to the floor in front of the couch.  And then it's on me.
I start to yell fuck over and over.  I can smell her.  She smells like sex - a
funky sex smell - - very hot sex.  I erupt into her belly; spurt after spurt
and keep fucking until I am totally spent and start to go soft.  I keep
fucking.  My soft penis slips out of her and I reach forward, pull her up
against me and begin to kiss her neck and cheek.  "You sure we're only going
to do this every once and a while, Karen?"

"Yea, like maybe three or four times every day - Oh! God you turn me on. I
can't count the number of times you made me cum.  Let's do it again."

Yea, let's do it again maybe next year - shit my knees are so weak I don't
think I can stand on my own.

A while later we are in the shower, soaping each other down.  If I hadn't been
so spent I'm sure I would have let her talk me into using the sunken tub
instead of the shower.  I told her we could have dessert in the tub and she
agreed to use the shower.  While drying off we talked about what we would have
for dinner.  She had the munchies and just wanted to graze but I felt we
should eat something substantial.  We agreed on hamburgers.  I gave her one of
my "T" shirts and she wandered out to find the rest of her clothes.  I
followed and put my shorts and shirt back on.  She slipped her panties on and
asked if she could hang her skirt and blouse in the closet.  After getting
that out of the way I gave her the tour of the condo, even showing her my
growing contraption.  She was really stoked and asked how much dope it would
grow.  I told her that in a little over a year it had produced close to three
pounds of the stuff we had smoked earlier.

All during dinner we talked about dope.  She was really interested in buying
some more dope and selling it.  I was a little hesitant but finally agreed
that I could sell her about an ounce every month or so as long as I didn't
start running out.  Shit!  Running out?  I had close to five pounds in the
freezer.  She thought that would be ok.  We washed the dishes together and
ended up on the couch sharing bong hits, listening to the Counting Crows.

"When do we get dessert?"  She asks.

"Any time you want it, young lady."

She jumps up off the couch, grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the
bathroom.  Once there, I tell her to strip and turn the water on to fill the
tub.  I get the temperature about right and look up at her across the tub. She
is standing there completely nude with her hands covering her pussy.  Her
breasts are hardly bumps which make her nipples appear rather large.  They are
much darker than her skin color.  Her nipples are about the size of quarters
and are more like small nose cones with almost no areolae - they are just
about all nipple.  I notice for the first time that she wears a one piece
bathing suit as her legs and shoulders are much darker than the skin from her
breasts to her pussy.  "Show me your pussy, Karen."  She drops her hands to
her side and my eyes feast on the brown curly growth at the junction of her
legs.  She clears her throat and whispers, "Take your clothes off, I want to
see your dick."  I stand and drop my shorts and boxers, then take my shirt
off.  We are both nude and my cock is beginning to grow.  I flex it a couple
of times and it continues to get harder.

"Get in the tub."  She steps into the water and mentions that it is a little
warm so as I get in, I adjust the hot water a bit.  We are sitting across the
tub from each other just staring.  The water level is up to above our navels.
I slowly move across the tub and suck one of her nipples into my mouth - then
the other one.  I tell her she has very nice nipples and she said she wished
that she had some tits to go with them.  We both laugh.  I slowly lick my way
to her belly button and begin to ream it out with my tongue.  I tell her to
sit on the edge of the tub - and after doing so says that the tile is cold so
I get out, get a towel and she sits on the towel at the edge of the tub.  I
move back into the tub and spread her legs and just stare at her cunt. Her
mound is fairly well covered with deep brown pubic hair but her lips are
visible as there is not as much hair covering her gash.  She asks me if I like
to look at her and by way of an answer I raise up and give her a long open
mouthed kiss.  I whisper, "I love to look at you, especially naked."  I slowly
kiss my way to her cunt, push her legs up to her chest and begin to lick and
suck her from asshole to clitoris.  I tongue fuck her very slowly, rubbing my
nose in her slit.  She squeaks, "Faster, Willy."  I pick up the pace a bit and
then slide my thumb into her cunt and continue sucking and licking her clit.
She is now almost chanting, "Yees - Yeees, Willy!"  I remove my thumb from her
cunt and she screams, "No, Willy!"

"Roll over on your stomach, Karen...that's it.  Now lift up a bit - good."  I
slip the palm of my right hand under her pubic bone and cup her mons, slide my
thumb into her cunt and begin to thumb fuck her, squeezing her mound with my
palm.  I move a little to the left side of her body and start to lick the
crack of her ass, working my tongue into the crack to find her asshole.  I use
my left hand to spread her cheeks and now see the bud of her anus.  It is
surrounded by very short follicles of brown hair and I start to lick all
around the hair.  She has started chanting again although this time I can't
tell what she is saying, if anything, but the tempo is getting faster and her
hips are starting to jerk a bit.  I throw caution to the wind; find her
asshole with my tongue and push the tip into her.  I continue to work my
tongue in and out of her ass, increasing the tempo of my thumb fucking.  I am
now working quite a bit of tongue into her asshole and there is no mistaking
what I hear.  "Oooh! God...Willy, I'm cumming.  Oooh, shit, I'm really
cumming."  I start pumping everything I've got in her as fast as I can.  Her
hips are jerking spasmodically.  I have stopped reaming her asshole; am now
just pumping my thumb in and out of her cunt and trying to rub my thumb and
fingers together through her pubic bone.

She is screaming softly, "Aaaah...Aaaah!!!  Oooh...Yea!!!"  Her jerking slows
and changes to a grinding; trapping my hand between her mound and the towel
covered tile.  The grinding stops and I pull my thumb out of her cunt.  She
remains lying, stomach down, on the tile, not moving at all.  I get out of the
tub and wander out to the front room.  I fill up the bong and bring it along
with the lighter and our Pepsis back to the bathroom.  Karen is now sitting up
in the tub, her hair is down around her shoulders.  "I hope you brought the
bong..."  but lets it trail off when she sees me taking a big hit.

I slide back into the tub; the water is not nearly as warm as it used to be.
We pass the bong back and forth for a while neither of us saying a word. I
turn on the hot water and allow the tub to fill a bit.  She starts the
conversation by saying, "You like to talk while we're making it, don't you?"
Almost an accusation.  I agree and she continues,  "I almost never talk even
after it's over."

I told her that I find it often turns people on to kind of cheer each other on
while they are trying to get each other off.  Does that make sense? Not much
does when you are as stoned as we are.  She giggles and then starts laughing
and says, "Well, Willy, it definitely turns me on.  Like I don't know any of
the girls at school who talk about sex...I mean like the sex we have. It's
always like the sex I used to have."  The bong now is just about empty and I'm
stirring around the remains to get one last hit.

I toke up the last hit of the bong and motion her to cross the tub to me. Our
mouths come together and I exhale into her.  Her hands are on my knees as she
kneels in the tub.  After we both exhale, I ask her,  "Are you ready for your
dessert, Karen?"

She nods her head and looking down through the water at my cock,  says, "I
have only done this once...I'm not sure it'll be very good for you."

"Don't worry, Karen.  A friend of mine once told me to describe the worst sex
I had ever had, after a few moments of silence, he said fucking fantastic."
My dick is starting to get hard just anticipating her sucking and licking it.
I pulled myself up on the edge of the tub, found the tile to be cool but not
uncomfortable and decided to forget the towel that was on the other side of
the tub.  "Why don't you just lick it like an ice cream cone." I offer and
after a few moments of hesitation she starts to clear my pubic hair away from
my dick.  It is already half hard and I start to clench the cheeks of my ass
to pump more blood to it.  She now has my cock in her left hand and is
supporting herself with her right hand.  She lowers her head and licks me from
the base of my dick to it's tip.  "Oh! Yeaaa."  I moan, "Don't stop, do that
again."  She lowers herself a bit and presses my cock up against my stomach
and begins to lick me up and down - big, long, slow licks.  Oh! Shit, does
this feel good.  I tell her to lick right below the head of my dick and her
tongue immediately moves there and begins wiggling about.  My hips are
starting to move and she looks up at me and says, "Is this ok?"  I manage to
croak out, "Fucking fantastic," she smiles and goes back to licking the length
of my cock - up and down.

I am dying to have her start sucking my cock, but her tongue feels so good
that I don't want it to stop either.  Such a dilemma.  Yea, I know, it's a
tough job...She is now holding my dick away from my belly and licking all
around the head.  I groan, "Suck it, Karen."  She doesn't hesitate at all but
kisses the tip and slides her lips down my shaft.  She takes about half of my
cock in her mouth - shit, is her mouth wet and almost as warm as her cunt -
and just sucks on it.  I put a hand on her head and pump my hips toward her
face.  She slowly pulls her lips almost all the way off of my dick and then
slowly slides them down until she is taking more of my dick in her mouth than
she did the first time.  All I can say is, "Suck it," and I am saying it over
and over.  Her head is bobbing in my lap as her lips slid up and down my cock.
She starts to pick up the tempo and her head is bobbing faster and faster; my
hips are coming off the edge of the tub and I am starting to force more of my
cock into her mouth as I continue to hold her head in my hand.  She forces her
head out of my crotch; licks the length of my dick and says, "I think this is
fun for both of us, don't you?"  Instead of answering I lower my lips to hers
and kiss her deeply.  I pull her up by the arms so that we are both standing,
my hardon sandwiched between us.  "Let's go to the bedroom."  I say.

After drying off, entering the bedroom and lying on the bed; I motion her to
join me.  I tell her to get on her knees with her ass over my face.  I turn
her around, place my hands on her hips and raise my mouth to her pussy.  As I
start to lick and suck on her cunt, I tell her to suck my cock.  She moans,
"Oh! Yea," and lowers her head to my crotch.  As I work my tongue into her
cunt, fucking her with it, she is licking my shaft from the tip to my balls. I
put a hand on each of the cheeks of her ass and really begin to fuck her with
my tongue.  She stops licking, gobbles up my cock, sliding her mouth and lips
up and down my shaft in cadence with my tongue fucking.  Every few seconds, I
urge her on with a, "Faster, Karen, faster."  My hips are now coming off the
bed quite regularly and I am getting close to cumming, so I roll us over on to
our sides and put a hand back on her head, fucking her mouth with my cock and
her cunt with my tongue.  I am going crazy and start yelling, "Suck it, baby;
suck it, baby," over and over.  Finally I explode, "Here it cums, Karen, suck
it, suck...Uuuuh...fuck, suck it, baby!"  I know the first spurt was in her
mouth but she pushes her head away from my crotch and gurgles, "OH!
God...you're cumming."  I push her head back to my crotch and she takes my
cock back in her mouth and starts sucking.  My cock is starting to soften but
she keeps on sucking it and then rolls away from me on to her back.  "God, I
think I came too but there was so much of your cum in my mouth I couldn't
swallow."

I sit up and lean down to kiss her.  Her lips are glossy with my seamen and
there is also cum on her neck and one of her cheeks.  I give her a long french
kiss and then ask her, "How was dessert, sweet one?"  "Fucking fantastic,
Willy."  We lay in bed for a long while and just talked about life and other
nonsensical topics until we both fell asleep.

Morning came early to me, as usual, and I went about my business as if Karen
hadn't spent the night.  I was back from running and working the weights when
she peered through the curtains.  I quickly put the weights up and enter the
front room.  "Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?"  She asks.  I tell her
to use mine and follow her to the bathroom.  As she was brushing her teeth, I
told her that maybe I should buy another one.  She said that was a good idea
through a mouthful of toothpaste and toothbrush.  After finishing her oral
hygiene she wraps her arms around my neck and tells me I need a shower.  She
enters the shower as I take off my clothes.  When I enter the shower she
wastes no time washing my private parts and then drops to her knees and begins
to lick and suck my cock.  At first I didn't think I was going to respond - I
think she had the same feeling as she stopped sucking for a bit and just
licked it, then asked, "Can I lick your balls, Willy?"  Before I could answer
and as though she had already made up her mind; she starts pumping my dick
with her hand and licking my scrotum.  Now, I start getting hard; harder and
harder by the second.  Her mouth is back on my cock, her head bobbing in front
of me.  As I lean back against the shower wall and just let the pleasure flow
over me; she's up and kissing me and says, "Fuck me, Willy, now!"

I take her by the hand and lead her to the toilet where I sit on the seat and
tell her to straddle me.  She feels very wet and warm as she caused our mating
by lowering herself onto my cock.  She immediately starts using her legs to
raise and lower herself on my cock.  She is really working up a sweat and I
alternate between kissing her mouth and sucking her nipples which are now very
prominent and turgid.  I finally can't stand it any longer and pick her up and
carry her to the bedroom, drop her on the bed, crawl between her legs and fill
her with my cock.  Her legs come up around my hips and I'm fucking her in
earnest - hard deep strokes that cause her to moan and groan with every
thrust.  I start to chant incoherent words and phrases - fucking her faster
and faster.  "Oooh!  Willy, I'm going to cum," she screams and I'm not far
behind as she eggs me on with "Faster, Willy, faster!"  We're both muttering
incoherently when I begin to pump cum in her cunt.  After becoming soft, I
roll off of her and say, "Shit, Karen, you're going to kill me doing this."
She laughs, "Yea, sure, Willy."

We had a leisurely breakfast and almost before we knew it she had to leave.
We had decided that neither of us would call the other and that we would set
the next time we would see each other during the previous.  If the next date
didn't work out she would leave a note on the patio.  That seemed reasonable
to me.  I told her that I was going to visit my parents after Labor day as the
beaches of Southern California clear out then and the South swells are still
pretty good.  I asked her if she would look after the growing contraption and
keep it full of water.  She asked if she could bring a friend over to get
stoned.  I wasn't too hot on that idea but when she said that she'd keep her
friend out of the growing room, I acquiesced.  I gave her a full "three finger
lid" this time and she promised to have it sold by the time I returned from
surfing.  I walked her to the sliding glass doors and she gave me a short kiss
and was gone; walking across the grass and away from the condo.  I wondered if
I had really fucked myself, letting her care for the hemp.  Too late now, she
had a key!!

It's about a quarter after six in the morning, several days after Labor day.
It's been light for a little over an hour and I'm parked on a residential
street about two blocks up from Launada Bay in Palos Verdes Estates,
California.  What the fuck am I doing here??  Well, the house down the street
is the home of my high school girl friend, her husband and children.  At least
that's what a friend of mine told me about eight years ago when he and I last
went surfing at the Bay.

I was born and raised in Southern California.  And except for the twenty some
years I spent in the military and going to college; I have lived in Southern
California my entire life.  Until very recently I still lived there, in Orange
County; where, after retiring from the military, I was flying as a first
officer for a commuter airline out of John Wayne Airport and surfing.  I can't
remember when I haven't surfed.  My parents still live in Southern California;
in Orange County.  I am visiting them to keep in touch and surf - mostly to
surf.  While driving down to my parents, from my new home in Southern Nevada,
I have this amazing day dream; really it was a fantasy and my high school girl
friend is the star attraction.  Now I just can't get her out of my mind.  It's
been almost thirty years since we have talked or seen each other.

After arriving at my parents, I do a surf check at Salt Creek and find it very
disappointing.  The next morning it is even worse, almost flat.  So I head
north to the "Hill," as we used to call it, when the family lived in the South
Bay.  Making plans as I go, I tell myself.  Really all I'm doing is thinking
about how we, my high school girl friend and I, parted.  We had been going
together since grammar school and now had to spend almost a year apart, a
school year that is - so it was only several months at a time but at that age,
time is so important.  We had been very sexually active in our later years of
high school and when I went away to school we came up with this great idea to
take pictures of each other.  Yea, you guessed it, with daddy's polaroid and
yea, we were naked.  To make a long story short, her parents found them.

Her dad met me at the door one evening, with a gun, and told me in no
uncertain terms that I was never to see his daughter again.  A truly
frightening experience for a sophomore in college.  I never saw her again and
while at school the following semester a friend of mine sent me the clipping
announcing her wedding plans for the following Summer.  She was marrying the
brother of her best friend, a guy several years older than us - a guy who, she
had shared with me, she thought was a dork.  Oh!  Well, you win a few and lose
a few.

I've been winning a few lately.  I've been seeing a very nice young lady back
in Las Vegas.  Young is right, she's a senior in high school and on top of
fucking our brains out as often as possible I also sell her some dope -
maryjane, hemp, marijuana - every once in a while.  Probably not too
intelligent for a man who is almost fifty years old - but what the fuck - you
only go around once.

Anyway this is the third day I've been waiting down the street from my former
girl friend's home and so far I haven't seen squat.  I am about ready to call
it quits - it's about nine o'clock or so - when out of the drive way comes a
silver BMW, turns toward where I'm parked and drives by.  I get a good look at
the driver and a chill comes over me.  It is Connie.  The hair is a bit longer
and more frizzy than I remember.  It also appears to be a shade or two darker
but it still has those tinges of the Summer sun in it.  She's wearing dark
glasses and appears to be alone.  I start up the bug, pull a "U" turn and
proceed to follow.  Now what??  I really don't have a plan or a clue.  Maybe
she'll pull into a Circle K or a Seven-Eleven and I can fake a chance meeting.
Am I fucking smart or what?!  Don't bet on it.

She passes up several Circle Ks and Seven-Elevens as we head into the heart of
the South Bay.  Suddenly, it seems to me, as I am amazed at all the changes in
the neighborhood; she turns into a strip mall parking lot and parks her car in
front of a bakery.  I pull the bug into a slot a couple of spaces down from
her.  In the rear view mirror I watch her as she heads into the bakery.  I
wait for exactly three minutes, according to my wrist watch, then get out of
the car and head for the bakery door.  She is sitting at a table with her back
to the door, taking a sip of coffee, when I enter the bakery. She doesn't turn
to see who just entered the bakery, so far so good.  I stroll up to the
counter, browsing at the donuts and pastries behind the glass.  I can almost
feel her eyes burning holes in the back of my "T" shirt.  Oh! Shit, maybe she
hasn't noticed me as she is thinking about her own life and problems -
worrying about her husband, the kids, or whatever.  I am now afraid that I
will hear the bakery door open and close as she leaves the bakery and I am
forced to chase after her again.  As I said earlier though, I've been winning
a few lately and my luck must be continuing as I hear:

"Willy...Willy Tamarack..."

I turn with a start and just stare open mouthed at her.  "Well,
shit...Connie...I'm sorry I don't know you last name."  I move to the table
and put my hands on the back if the chair across from her.  "Long
time...hasn't it.  How's life?"  I ask.

"Couldn't be better.  Sit down and have a cup of coffee."

Secretly I was hoping that she would say life had been real shitty and that
she constantly thought about me but I guess my luck doesn't go that far. I
pull out the chair, sit down and just stare.  We exchange pleasantries.  I ask
the usual inane questions about family - her parents, her husband and
children; realizing that by asking the questions she will become aware that I
have been thinking about her and attempting to keep up with her life.  She
returns the compliment by saying how sorry she was to hear about the death of
my family in the automobile accident.  I wonder how she knew but then she is
getting up, looking at her watch and saying she has an appointment and has to
run.  My heart sinks as she moves to the door.  She turns as she opens the
door and asks; "Remember that place we used to have lunch and then walk down
to the beach and sunbathe?  They have built a small park there on top of the
cliff.  I'll treat, if you can make it about eleven."

I nod dumbly and watch her get in her car and drive away.  I sit at the table
for a long time and realize that I have no idea where she is talking about.
The only place I remember us going to the beach was very isolated, yea, we did
bring our lunch and sunbathe but our primary concern was to be alone and to
have some of the best sex I ever had in my life.  The guy behind the counter
finally asks if I want anything, I say no and then leave the bakery.  I drive
around aimlessly trying to get a grip on my emotions - give up and then head
out for where I think I'm supposed to meet Connie for lunch. I see her car in
the paring lot and realize that I've almost blown it again by being late.  She
is sitting on a park bench near a paved walkway that skirts the edge of the
cliff.  At her feet is a shopping bag.  As I sit down she asks if I like
submarine sandwiches, pulls a Budwiser out of the shopping bag, pops the tab
and hands it to me.  She opens one for herself and we continue to sit and
stare at the ocean and sip the Buds.

She starts the conversation by asking what I'm doing with myself now.  I fill
her in on my move to Las Vegas, retirement and what??  I'm really not doing
anything but working out and getting stoned.  She says that she could never
figure why I spent so much time in the military, knowing what a stoner I'd
been when we were younger.  She asks about the women in my life and I decide
I've got nothing to lose by being truthful - so I tell her about Karen. She
shows no surprise and says, "I assume you're fucking her."  I nod and she
continues, "What a dirty old man you've become."  She then starts to laugh
almost uncontrollably.  I start to laugh also, mostly out of embarrassment.
She offers me another beer and asks, "Do you want to know what really happened
back then?"  I didn't reply right away but just sat and stared at the ocean. I
finally responded, "I don't think we can change it so what good would it do?"

"Would you mind if I told you as I haven't ever told anyone else about it?"  I
told her I didn't mind and she started.  It was a long story with lots of
twists and turns and some really big surprises - like right up front. The way
she told it, her best friend, Mary, now her sister-in-law, was the one who
went through her room, found the pictures and left a few lying around so that
her mom found them.  She reminded me that we had discussed having Mary maybe
take a couple of pictures of us together - you know, having sex and Connie had
broached the subject with her.  Interestingly enough most of the pictures that
were found by her mother were of me.  Most of the pictures of Connie
disappeared for a while.  As for the marriage, well, that was pretty much
arranged by her parents.  Her best friend's brother, now her husband, started
showing a lot of interest in her shortly after the pictures were found.  I
stopped her and said let me guess - he had the pictures.  Right she said but
she didn't find that out until later.

On her wedding night she got so stoned and drunk that she passed out when
Rich, her husband, and her finally arrived where they were going to spend
their honeymoon.  It was a cabin in Big Bear owned by her parents.  She spent
the night on the couch and awoke in the morning very much disoriented.  She
wandered into the bedroom and found Rich sitting up in bed smoking a joint and
looking at the pictures.  She said that she thought she went a bit crazy,
jumping on the bed and hitting him over and over again.  They struggled and he
overpowered her.  The next thing she remembers is Rich holding her down on the
bed and blowing copious amounts of smoke in her mouth.  Soon she is very
stoned and then it started:  He explained that she was now his wife and she
better forget about me and start pleasing him.  He then got off the bed and
took off his clothes.  His cock was huge, soft it was the size of mine hard,
she says.  Well I guess I've got a normal sized penis, when hard it's about
five inches from my pubic bone to the tip but then I don't spend much time
looking at other guys dicks so, who knows?

Once naked, he approached the bed and told her to strip, that he is tired of
looking at pictures and wants to see the real thing.  Then he told her he was
going the fuck the livin' shit out of her.  Those were his exact words - no
shit - she assures me.  Connie decided that cooperating was the best avenue
and took off her clothes.  I think back to what Connie looked like naked all
those years ago and begin to get hard.  Connie is about five foot seven and is
a rather large girl.  She has broad shoulders to support the best pair of tits
I have ever seen in my life - 38 inches around the bust and she would over
fill a C cup.  She said she liked the extra support the smaller cup gave her.
Her areolae were larger than silver dollars and in each center was a nipple
about the size of a small grape.  I used to suck on them for hours.  She used
to tell me that she could almost cum with me sucking on them.  She has a slim
waist and not much hip with almost a little boy's ass.  When I knew her, her
bush was luxurious, thick and curly - it covered her cunt.  She had a
prominent mons and thick lips hiding her cunt.  She wasn't tight by any means
but would get real wet and was one of the best fucks I have ever had.

She continues to describe the first time her husband fucked her.  By the time
she is naked he is sporting what at the time she thinks is a foot long hardon.
She says that now she knows exactly how long it is as she has measured it for
him many times - nine and a quarter inches hard.  He then crawled up on the
bed and started to suck and bite on her nipples and rub her cunt lips until
she was somewhat wet; then he lifted her legs over his shoulders shoved his
cock into her cunt and like he said "fucks the livin' shit out of me."  She
said that during the next four days he fucked her at least four times a day
and that didn't count the times he wanted her to blow him.  She laughed as she
told me that I must be a great teacher because he kept telling her what a
great cocksucker she was.

Thinking that the story was over I got up, mostly to cover my hardon, and
leaned on the rail that prevents fools from falling over the cliffs.  I stare
out on the ocean until she comes and stands next to me.  "That's not all of
it", she tells me, and goes on to tell me that her husband likes a lot of
variety and would often use her to help him seduce other women and men.  They
were often involved in swap clubs and had their own special circle of friends
that they would see about once a month, where the sex was wild and crazy -
with everyone fucking everyone - two and three on one - girls on girls and
sometimes even boys on boys.  She said that she finally did get her picture
taken, fucking her man, just as we had planned to do so long ago.  And she
laughed at the irony.  Mary took the pictures just as we had planned, but
after a couple of pictures were taken, she stripped and joined her brother and
Connie on the bed; giving her the best head she had since the last time I had
eaten her, she swore.  She went on to tell me that over the years; she has
probably fucked and sucked over a hundred different guys and been with
countless women also, after that first time with Mary, who taught her to suck
and lick pussy.  And when video cameras became popular, Rich was one of the
first to get one and now they have a large library, recording their exploits.

"But that was all long ago," Connie continues, "a little over five years ago,
I had breast reduction surgery because my tits were hanging down to my navel
after two kids and all the attention they always got at the parties we had.  I
will admit that all the attention I got with my tits was a turn on even back
in high school.  But now I'm now a thirty-six "B" and happy with what I've
got.  Rich started to lose interest in having sex with me and was
concentrating on his business and bedding younger women.  He has power now and
doesn't need his cock to bed his young ladies - money and power - that will
get more pussy than a cock any day."

She went on to say that she no longer sleeps with her husband - they have
separate bedrooms and baths and they only socialize together for the benefit
of his business.  Both the children have gone; their son is working back East
and their daughter is a junior at the University of California - Irvine.  I
mention that my parents are now living in Newport Beach and she replies that
she does spend some time in Orange County staying with her daughter.  She says
that Rich provides her with a very comfortable life; she can go when and where
she pleases and never wants for anything.  I casually mention that we ought to
get together again for lunch sometime.  She glances at her watch and says that
she has to be getting on as it is now about four or so.  I thank her for the
brewskis and we walk toward her car.  As we approach her car door she turns
and says, "How about a big hug?"  I waste no time and wrap my arms around her
burying my face in her hair.  "I suppose a kiss is out of the question?"  I
almost whisper.

With that she pushes me away and says, "I want you to know that you don't ever
have to ask me that question."  Then she presses her lips against mine and
slides her tongue into my mouth.  I meet her tongue with mine and we kiss for
a very long time.  She finally breaks the kiss and says she must be going.
After starting her car, she rolls down the window and says, "Newport Beach?"

"Yea," I reply.

"Look, I'm busy tomorrow morning but I could be down there by say one or one
thirty?"

"I'll be there, where?" I answer.

"Oh, I don't know?

"Do you know Corona del Mar?"  I ask.  She nods and I continue, "Big Corona -
the parking lot down at the bottom of the cliff.  One o'clock - I'll be
there."

She looks over at the board on the top of my bug and asks, "Do you really
still surf?"  I nod.  She then says, "See you then, Willy," and then backs up
and drives away.

The minutes are passing like hours as I sit in the bug in the far reaches of
the Big Corona parking lot.  I've got a great view of the entrance and exit of
the parking lot and have checked my watch about a hundred times in the last
ten minutes.  It's about one twenty five when I see her BMW drive into the
lot.  I start honking the horn.  She slows, looks around, waves and drives
over and parks next to the bug.  I get out of my car and meet her at the
driver's door.  Talk about flash backs - she is wearing my favorite dress.  A
brown, orange and light purple plaid one piece that reaches mid-thigh and
buttons all the way down the front.  I think that's why it was my favorite -
once unbuttoned she was, for all practical purposes, naked.  I open the door
and extend my hand to help her out of the car.  "The dress, just a coincidence
?"  I ask.  "What do you think?"  She returns.  "There are no coincidences." I
say.  I keep a hold of her hand and leading her toward the beach say, "Let's
go for a walk."  She complains that she is wearing hose and won't be able to
take off her shoes.  "Yes, you will.  Who cares."  I retort.  She puts a hand
on my shoulder and begins to take her pumps off and says, "Yea, you're right -
who cares."

We walk along the beach for about an hour.  After Labor Day most California
beaches lose the crowds that frequent them during the Summer so we are almost
alone at times.  She asks me a lot of questions about Karen and I tell her the
type of relationship we have - mostly dope and sex.  She asks if I have any
dope with me and I reply that I don't leave home without it most of the time.
Either that or I get stoned before leaving.  I look at her and tell her that
I'm not stoned now, nor was I yesterday and she laughs and says, "I know
that."  I ask her if she would like to get high and she says, "Very much, it's
been a long time."  So we head back toward the cars and decide to smoke in her
car as it's larger and has the better stereo system and what a system it is -
woofers, sub-woofers and equalizers - all that shit.  I bring over the cooler
that contains our lunch and once we get in the front of the car, tell her to
get out a couple of beers.  I light a joint and take a big hit, exchanging the
joint for a beer.  We pass the joint back and forth and sip beer until we are
well on our way to Nirvana and the joint is now a small roach.  I pack the
roach into a cigarette and light it for her.  She quickly passes me the
cigarette and I finish what is left of the roach.

We talk about the stupid shit you usually do when you're stoned until finally
she says, "Pull your seat as far forward as you can and let's get in the back.
I want to sit next to you."

As I move the seat as far forward as it goes I ask her, "What if I want to do
more than sit next to you?"

She is already climbing into the back seat and her skirt has ridden up over
her hips.  I see that she is wearing panty hose without underwear.  She looks
back at me and says, "You really are a dirty old man, looking up my skirt.
Are you getting a good view?"  Then she wiggles her hips a bit, almost daring
me to do something.

"Yes, I am - an excellent view."  I say as I give her behind a light slap with
my hand.  She finally gets into the back seat giving me a very brazen beaver
shot, which causes my cock to start hardening as I crawl into the back to join
her.  I pull her into my arms and mash my mouth to hers and our tongues are
immediately intertwined.  My hands start roaming over her breasts and her hand
finds my growing hardon.  I break the kiss and slide to the floor, telling her
that I'm hungry.  She smiles and says, "But I want you to see my new breasts.
I think the nipples are off center a bit.  What do you think?"  As she is
unbuttoning her dress, I am reaching under the skirt and pulling down her
panty hose.  Her bra hooks in front and as she is unhooking it, I am tossing
her panty hose on the floor of the car.  When her breasts are bare, she asks,
"What do you think?"

"I think they are beautiful," I said, and they were - about the size of apples
with very large brown areolae, maybe three inches across.  In the center of
each was a nipple the size of a grape - a large grape.  The areolae were off
center a bit but it may have been the way she was half lying, half sitting in
the back seat.  I could hardly see the scars of her breast reduction.  I
unbuttoned the rest of her dress and just stared at her naked body.  I leaned
forward and sucked one nipple and the other into my mouth and repeated,
"They're beautiful."  I continued to suck and lick both of her nipples until
they were very hard.  Her areolae now had goose bumps all over them and her
nipples are totally erect, standing out about a half an inch from her breasts.
"Enough, eat my cunt, Willy, suck it, lick it, make me cum, Willy."  I need no
encouragement and lick my way from her breasts to the top of her pubic hair.
She has much more hair than I remember and it is very thick and coarse.  I
slowly work my tongue through it, probing for her slit. "Lick my clit, Willy,"
she gasps as she lifts one of her legs over my shoulder.  Her mound is not as
prominent as I remember and I quickly find her cunt lips and use my fingers to
spread her lips.  Her lips are very thick and covered with a pelt of curly
pubic hair.  The contrast between the color of her pink cunt and the
surrounding forest of dark brown hair was a real turn on.  Her clit is erect
and staring at me as I begin to lick her hole and tongue fuck her.  "Aaaah,
that's it, Willy, Oooh! Yea! Willy.  Lick my clit, please, I'm gona cum."  She
screams, so I lick right up to her nub and tease it with my tongue, finally
sucking it into my mouth as her hips start to jerk around on the car seat.
Her hands capture my head and hold it in her crotch as she starts to cum;
yelling, "Oh! Yes! Fuck, that's it. I'm cummmming. Oh! Yea!"

I lean back on the front seat, pulling some of her pubic hair out of my mouth.
"I may be a dirty old man but you are definitely one horny, old lady, Connie,"
I laugh, "My teenage mistress doesn't get off that quickly and the last time I
saw her she was begging for it."

"In your dreams old man; why don't we trade places and we'll see how long you
last, huh, old man.  You still got that boner in your pants?" She pulls me up
to her mouth and we kiss for a long time, our tongues dueling in each other's
mouth.  The next I knew she was on the floor of the car tugging my shorts down
to my ankles.  She wastes no time sucking my, now soft, dick into her mouth.
After sucking and licking on it for a bit; I start to pump my hips off the car
seat as my cock is starting to get hard again.  She removes her mouth from my
cock and say, "I don't want you to move a muscle until you can't stand it and
are ready to fill my mouth with cum; understand, lover?"  I nod my head and
lean back against the car seat.  She begins to lick my cock like its a
pop-cycle, up and down and all around.  Her tongue paints my balls with her
saliva and she gently takes my sack in her teeth and pulls it away from my
cock, tugging on it a bit as my hardon reaches for the roof of the car.  She
looks up at me and says, "I'm going to suck you dry, Willy, and there's not a
fucking thing you can do about it."

"Who says I want to.  You're going to drown in the cum I pump in your mouth,
honey.  Now suck my cock, Connie."  Her eyes are slits as she plunges her
mouth down on my cock and begins to give me a blow job like I've never had
before.  Sliding her lips up and down my cock at an ever increasing pace while
she massages my balls with one hand and eases one of her fingers into my
asshole.  She slowly raises her mouth off my saliva coated cock, I could see
strings of saliva hanging from her mouth, still connected to my cock.  She
whispers, "I want to swallow your cum, Willy, come on, baby, give Connie your
cum, honey."  Then she plunges her mouth down on my cock and just about
swallows it whole; bobbing her head up and down in my lap.  I'm getting very
close to losing it but try to hold off as her lips slid up and down my dick. I
knew I was going to lose it when she grasps my cock with the hand that was
massaging my testicles and starts to pump like crazy while keeping her lips
wrapped around the head of my dick.  My orgasm feels like it started in my
asshole, which was still skewered on her finger.  There was no way I could
hold back.  I grabbed the back of Connie's head and press it toward my groin
as my cock spazams and pumps spurt after spurt of gisim into her mouth.  My
hips are coming up off the car seat as I jerk around and Connie's lips are
wrapped around the base of my cock with her nose buried in my pubic hair,
swallowing every drop of my seamen.  She keeps her lips at the base of my cock
until I'm almost totally soft and then slowly pulls her lips up the length of
my rapidly softening dick.  She kisses the tip of my cock, as I look down and
notice that there is no seamen in my pubic hair, none at all; she has
swallowed every drop.  She leans back against the front seat, licking her lips
and states, "I'm ready for seconds, how about it, can you get it up again,
Willy?"

I laid in the back seat of Connie's BMW and was almost transported back to my
teenage years; basking in the afterglow of the tremendous orgasm that I had
just experienced and still high from the marijuana we had smoked earlier.  It
was a few moments, quite a few moments, before I notice that Connie has
rehooked her bra and is buttoning up her dress.  When she is about half
buttoned she leans forward and kisses me, for a long time.

"I've got to run," she say, as she continues buttoning her dress, "I told my
daughter that I'd take her to dinner and if I don't hurry, I'll be late. I'm
spending the night down here and I expect to meet you right here tomorrow
morning at 0700 sharp, mister.  Isn't that what they say in the military?" She
laughs.  I nod my head.  "Oh, Willy, you are so stoned.  Are you going to
remember to be here tomorrow - you had better.  Darlene, that's my daughter,
has class all morning and works all afternoon...Let's just say that this
afternoon was just a preview of coming attractions - Oh! That's cute.  You had
better get a good nights rest, lover."

I pull up my shorts and slowly got out of the car.  Connie already has the BMW
started and leans out the window, "Give me a kiss, Willy."  I lean down and
kiss her.  "Remember tomorrow morning, seven o'clock - don't be late." She
shifts into gear and motors out of the parking lot.  I wandered down to the
beach and rested on the warm sand in the fading rays of the September sun,
munching on the lunch that neither of us had touched.  I drove back to my
parents about five, had the usual family dinner and hit the rack early -
hoping that time would fly if I was sleeping.

I arose early as is my custom and quickly showered, shaved and was in the
parking lot of Big Corona by about zero six forty-five, for us military pukes.
Connie was nowhere in sight so I sat in the bug and watched the waves.  There
weren't many cars in the parking lot or people on the beach.  A perfect time
to be at the beach.  I was startled by her knock on the window.  She was
dressed in a pair of red short shorts and a "T" shirt that advertised some
restaurant in the South Bay.  She headed off toward the beach and I got out
and followed noticing that she was bare foot as I was.  We strolled along the
beach, making small talk until she asked if I had any dope, answering in the
affirmative; I pulled a joint from my pocket and lit up.  We sat well away
from the water line, where most of the Californian health nuts exercise, and
smoked the joint to the end.  She got up abruptly and said, "Let's go, Willy,
Darlene leaves for school in a while and I want you to meet her."

Thinking that we are going to take my car, I start towards it but Connie takes
my hand and leads me to the parking entrance and through a private gate that
leads to the beach houses that are built along the base of the cliffs. We walk
to the second to last beach house and up onto the patio.  She turns to me and
explains that her daughter is cool and knows a lot of our background, doesn't
get along with her father very much and will keep her mouth shut.  We enter
the beach house and she tells me to sit on the couch.  She leaves the room and
returns in a while with a dark haired young lady that bears little resemblance
to her.  While they are both the same height, Darlene is much stockier, with
thicker hips and thighs than Connie.  Darlene has a much darker tan than
Connie and is dressed in jeans and large "T" shirt that some what hides the
size of her breasts.  We all awkwardly stare at each other for a few seconds
when Connie finally breaks the ice and introduces us.  I mumble something, as
I am real stoned about now, and realize that Connie is mumbling something just
as inane.  Laughing, Darlene heads toward the door.  She looks back at us and
says something like, "You make sure you behave yourselves, children," and is
gone.  Connie says she has to go to the bathroom so I sit back on the couch.

I'm just about to get up and wander about looking for her when I here her say,
"Close your eyes, Willy, and stay seated on the couch."  I close my eyes and
lean back against the couch.  I can sense her standing behind me and almost
expect her to place a blind fold over my eyes but instead I feel a warm, wet
finger tracing my lips.  "Don't open your eyes, Willy, no cheating, now - ok?"
I nod my head and she continues to trace my lips with a very wet finger.  Her
finger smells like pussy.  "Willy, I lost my pants and can't find them
anywhere, will you help me find them?"  As I open my mouth to say "No," she
inserts her finger in my mouth and I begin to suck on it.  Now I'm positive
that she has had her finger between her legs.  She removes her finger and
immediately replaces it with another one that is just as warm and wet.  I
continue sucking.  She leans over the back of the couch and whispers in my
ear, "Do you like the taste of my "C" butter, Willy?  That's what you used to
call it when we were going together, wasn't it?"  I only nod my head and she
continues, "Are you getting hard yet?"  She asks and slowly lets her other
hand slide down my chest toward my crotch.  Her fingers slide right under the
waist band of my shorts and into my pubic hair, scratching my pubic bone
lazily.  My cock is just beginning to stir as she continues to whisper into my
ear.  "You know that nice hairy bush you had your face buried in yesterday?" I
nod and she goes on, "Well today it's shaved as clean as you are and is soft
as a baby's butt.  It doesn't have a single hair on it - I bet you can't wait
to lick and suck on it."  During the time she has been tormenting me with her
finger and teasing; my cock has been growing in leaps and bounds.  Her fingers
finally wrap themselves around my member and start to squeeze it.  "Oh! You're
starting to get a hardon.  You know what I want you to do with it?" She
continues to squeeze and now starts to stroke my cock.  "I want you to fuck me
with it, Willy, I want you to fuck the shit out of me.  Come on, Willy, get up
off that couch and fuck me."

Her hands leave my crotch and mouth as I start to get up off the couch.  I
turn to find her walking backwards towards the door to the bedroom.  She is
naked from the waist down and has one hand in between her legs; she leans up
against the door jam to the bedroom and starts pumping a finger in and out of
her cunt.  "I want to eat your cunt, Connie."  "Not now, lover boy, I want to
fuck.  Come on stud, fuck me."  Her finger is now a blur between her legs.  I
start to climb over the couch and pull my "T" shirt off as I go.  "Get your
clothes off, Connie, or I'll tear them off."  She is backing into the bedroom
and I am following, dropping my pants as I go.  My cock is huge, for me, and
hard as stone.  I start to pump it with my hand.  She is sitting on the edge
of the bed with her legs spread, still fingering herself.  I pull her "T"
shirt off over her head, she is braless and her nipples are erect.  I pull her
hand out of her crotch, bring it to my mouth and suck and lick her fingers -
they are drenched with her cunt butter.  "Suck it, Connie, get it as wet as
your cunt is - and then I'm going to fuck your brains out."  She lowers her
mouth to my cock and takes almost all of it inside and I can feel her tongue
licking my underside.  I push her by the head onto her back and pull her legs
up toward her chest.  "That's enough for now, honey, hold your thighs and
spread'em."  Her cunt is slightly spread and totally hairless.  Her lips are
just partially open.  I take my dick in my hand, step closer between her legs
and start to slap my cock against her mons and pussy lips.  "Ooooh!  Fuck,
what are you doing?"  She cries out.  "Getting ready to fuck you, Connie -
that's what you want to do isn't - fuck."  "Oooh...yes please fuck me, Willy,"
she begs.

Slapping my cock against her cunt is turning me on even more, so I tell her to
spread the lips of her pussy.  I then start to slap my dick head against her
clitoris, softly at first then a little harder.  I can't remember when I have
been so hard.  My cock almost hurts, but I keep slapping it against her cunt.
Connie is breathing hard and moaning.  After every slap she tells me to fuck
her.  She is almost begging me to fuck her and I feel a tremendous power over
her.  I know her husband has never got her this hot or maybe he has.  At this
point I don't really care.  I stop slapping her cunt and place the head of my
cock over her vagina, take a hold of her ankles and push them back toward her
head.  I move my hips forward just a bit, which slides the head of my cock
into cunt and then thrust forward with all my weight.  "Oh! Fuck!"  I scream.
She screams something unintelligible at the suddenness of being filled with my
cock.  I pull my cock just about the entire way out of her cunt and tease her
cunt lips with the head of my cock; then thrust into her savagely and continue
fucking her like a mad man - hard, deep thrusts - almost pulling my cock out
of her cunt on every stroke.  She is the one screaming now - screams of joy -
telling me to fuck her faster, harder, longer.  She is babbling incoherently
and I have slowed down a bit as I just can't keep up the pace.  I start
grinding my pubic bone against her mound and alternate between that and
pumping her full of cock.  Her breathing is ragged and she is no longer
moaning as if she can't get enough air to make any sounds.  All of a sudden
her legs tighten around my neck and she is screaming, "Oh, fuck me, I'm
cumming, Willy, fuck me, fuck me, harder, fuck me."  I start pounding my cock
in and out her as fast as I can and then I'm there.  The head of my dick feels
like it has exploded inside her belly as I pump my seamen into her.  Spurt
after spurt after spurt.  I slow my pumping and start to just grind against
her as my cock is starting to soften.  My arms are shot from holding my chest
up off of her so I place them inside her legs and collapse on top of her.
Connie slides her legs down my sides and locks them behind my thighs.  We are
both breathing and sweating very heavily.  At the same moment we both whisper
in the other's ear, "I love you."

We are sitting at a McDonalds, finishing, what I guess would be lunch although
I didn't have any breakfast.  We haven't said much.  After fucking our brains
out, we showered and she trimmed my pubic hair so that it is now about a
quarter inch long all over except for my balls.  She thinks it looks cute.  I
don't ask if she ever did this for her husband.  Suddenly she stands and says,
"Let's get stoned and go back to the beach house, Willy."  I agree and we head
for her car, sharing a joint on the way back to the beach.  We are really
zoned by the time we reach the beach and upon entering the house, Connie
starts to get out of her clothes and I waste no time joining her.

She leaves her clothes in the front room and runs to the bedroom.  As I enter
the bedroom I see her lying on the bed with her knees up and spread. She is on
her elbows, looking at me through her knees.  "Eat me, Willy."  I waste no
time and climb on the bed, burying my face into her crotch.  I start to nibble
on her shaved mound, toying with her lips with my lips, occasionally slipping
my tongue into her crack.  She is very wet in the folds of her cunt and begs
me to lick her, urging me to use my tongue more.  I slowly start licking from
her cunt up to her clit and then start to increase the rhythm.  I slip my
thumb into her cunt and my index finger into her ass and begin to suck on her
clit; pumping both my digits in and out of her.  Her first orgasm comes
quickly.  Her hips rise up off the bed several times and her thighs open and
close around my head as I keep finger fucking and sucking her.  When Connie
lays still again, I push her legs up to her chest and tell her to hold on to
her thighs.  Her entire crotch is now open to me and I immediately start to
lick around her lightly haired asshole, every once and a while sticking the
tip of my tongue into it.  As she starts to moan and trash around on the bed
again, I push as much of my tongue into her asshole as I can - fucking it in
and out of her.  I tell her to roll over and when she is on her stomach I slip
my thumb into her very wet cunt and slide my palm up under her pubic bone,
telling her to grind against my hand.  I bury my face in her ass, searching
for her asshole.  Finding it, I push my tongue in as far as I can and start
sliding it in and out of her asshole.  Trying to talk around my tongue in her
ass is impossible but I try none the less, urging her to cum.  She has stopped
grinding and is now pumping her hips up and down, babbling incoherently.  I
can now hear her yelling that she is cumming and I increase the fucking of my
thumb and tongue.  She abruptly rolls over almost breaking my neck and pushes
me away, panting, "Stop, I can't take anymore."  I crawl over her sprawled
body and begin to lick from her clit up towards her face, telling her, "I
don't want to stop. I'm going to continue this until you pass out, Connie."
She is now pulling me up to her mouth and forcing her tongue into mine.  We
kiss for a while as her breathing returns to normal from the rasping that I
had heard a few minutes ago.  She pushes me off of her and tells me, "Now,
it's your turn, honey."

She wastes no time licking her way to my pubic hair.  She looks up at me, then
down at my cock, which was totally limp and says, "Looks like your cock is
still worn out from this morning, but I bet ol' Connie can get you up." With
that she runs her tongue through my now trimmed pubic bush and begins to pull
the hairs on my scrotum with her lips.  Alternating that with some licking
under my balls, close to my anus.  My cock begins to stir as she licks from my
anus, up between by balls to the tip of my now inflating cock.  "Oh! Good,
this is going to be easy."  She holds my cock in one hand, licks around the
head and then begins to suck it into her mouth; keeping her eyes on mine the
whole time.  My cock now is getting real hard and she increases the tempo of
her mouth fucking me.  I don't know what made me look up but I did.  The sight
I saw made me flinch.  Connie took her mouth off my cock and said, "A little
sensitive, lover?" and immediately went back to her mouth fucking.  In the
door way stood Darlene, with one hand squeezing one of her tits and the other
rubbing herself between her legs.  She was staring right at us but obviously
didn't notice that I was staring right back at her.  She had that thousand
yard stare and only refocused her eyes and looked shocked when her mother came
off my cock and told me, "Willy, I want you to fuck me in the ass, like you
fucked me in the cunt this morning, we're going around the world today,
lover."  My cock was as hard as this morning as she began to lick her way up
my body.  I glanced up at Darlene, who was now staring into my face. She had a
finger over her mouth, pantomiming me to keep quiet.  Instead I said, "Get up
on your knees, baby.  I'm going to ream out your ass like it's never been
reamed before."

I forgot Darlene and slipped out from underneath her mother.  I knelt behind
her and told her to spread her ass and then pushed my middle finger as far as
I could up her ass.  She moaned a little and I asked her, "Want another one,
Connie?"  She moaned yes and I pushed two fingers up her ass and began pumping
them in and out.  Once again, like this morning, I got this feeling of power
over her and told her to beg me to fuck her in the ass.  Her response was
immediate.  "Please, Willy, fuck my ass, come on, honey, fuck the shit right
out of me.  I want to feel you in my asshole.  Fuck my ass, Willy, come on,
baby, fuck my ass."  I leaned forward and slowly pulled my fingers out of her
ass and then drooled a long string of spit right on her anus.  I stuck one
finger back in and rotated it about for a few seconds.  I had my cock in my
other hand and was again as hard as a brick.  I put the head right on her anus
and pushed about a quarter of my cock into her ass.  She wasn't as tight as I
thought she would be but then I was pretty sure that her husband's nine plus
inches had been up here plenty of times.  I put both of my hand on her hips
and pushed myself in as far as I could.  The only reaction I got was, "Oh!
Yea, Willy, now fuck my ass."  I started pumping immediately, as hard and as
fast as I could.  I could feel her squeezing my cock with her sphincter muscle
and I increased the tempo.  She was now chanting "fuck" over and over and
that's what I was doing.  Fucking the shit out of her ass and it felt fucking
fantastic.  Her hand reached back and started to play with my balls, tickling
them with her fingers and rubbing them with her palm.  She reached back
further and began to scratch behind my balls and I started cumming.  I started
yelling "Yea" or "Fuck" over and over again - I don't remember - as my cock
pumped shot after shot of seamen into her asshole.  I kept pumping until I was
no longer hard enough to stay in her and finally sat back on my haunches.  She
slid her knees down and was lying prone in front of me.  Her little boy's ass
was still and did not have enough cheek to hide her asshole.  I could see cum
seeping out of it.  I told her to clench her ass and was rewarded with a large
dribble of seamen oozing out of her asshole and rolling toward her shaved
cunt.  I lay down on top of her and nestled my face in her hair.

I don't know how long we slept. The September sun was now close to the
horizon, playing long shadows across the room.  I awoke with a start
remembering that Darlene had watched a part of our sexual frenzy.  Connie
turned toward me and asked if I was hungry.  Come to think of it I was.  We
took turns in the shower washing each other.  I didn't think that I would ever
get another erection, even if I lived to be a hundred.  Connie laughed and
said that I'd be as hard as rock after dinner.  She tossed a salad while I
cooked the steaks on the front porch.  We drank wine and ate in silence until
I brought up Darlene's visit.  "No shit, she watched?"  Connie was amazed and
went on to say that she didn't think that her daughter was very sexual.  Kids
aren't stupid these days with everything on the TV and in the news.  Connie
figured that her kids had to have figured out that her parents were rather
sexually liberated, after all her father had fucked a hell of a lot of
Darlene's girl friend's mothers and Connie had done some of the fathers.  She
continued saying that Darlene was seeing an older man, one of her professors.
I laughed and said that she was probably getting her brains fucked out
everyday, then.  Connie didn't think so and felt that Darlene was seeing him
just to piss off her and Rich.  We heard Darlene walk up on the patio and
stopped our conversation.

I didn't think Darlene expected me to still be with her mother or at least
hoped that I was gone, after getting caught watching us.  She avoided my eyes
quite a bit and politely refused to share a joint with us.  She said that she
had stopped doing dope when she was in high school.  Connie tried to keep the
conversation going but after several minutes Darlene left and went to the
bedroom, saying she had some studying to do.  We cleaned up the kitchen a bit,
put the dishes in the dish washer and sat down in front of the TV.  Connie
produced a video tape and asked if I wanted to watch something interesting.  I
asked some inane question as I was fairly well ripped again, and she got up
and put the tape in the VCR.  When she sat back down on the couch she told me
that this is one of the tapes that her and Rich made so I didn't have to watch
it if I didn't want to.  I told her that amateur porno movies were one of my
favorites and that if she didn't mind why should I.  Like I said earlier, we
can't change the past.

She narrated as the tape started saying that this was the first time they had
been with this couple.  They had met them at a party, gone to have some drinks
later and decide to get a motel.  They are now at the motel; all of them
pretty sloshed and trying to decide who goes first - Rich and the other wife
or girl friend, Connie couldn't remember which, won the toss so to speak. Rich
is on his back leaning on his elbows on the bed with the other woman, a blond,
sitting next to him.  Connie and the other guy are out of the picture and you
can hear the guy saying, "When's the action start?"  The girl, who appears to
be about twenty-five or so, starts to unbutton her blouse.  She is wearing a
white lacy bra and from the looks of it had a nice medium sized rack.  I
figured about a 34C from where I was sitting.  She turns to Rich and says,
"Come on, slow poke."  Rich stands and begins to undress.  They are both down
to their underwear and you can tell that the blond is not natural as there is
a dark shadow at the juncture of her legs.  I can see that Rich is tenting his
jockey shorts as he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra.  She does have
nice tits with nice dark areolae about the size of half dollars and nipples
like pencil erasers, fully erect.  The other guy is moving around the room
with the camera trying to get the best shot as Rich pulls the girl's panties
down her legs.  She sits on the bed and spreads wide giving the camera and
Rich a beaver shot, even spreading her labia, showing a lot of pink in a thick
forest of dark pubic hair.  Connie's husband tells the girl to pull his shorts
down and the next thing you hear is the girl exclaiming, "Oh! Shit, Jerry,
look at this cock."  The guy pans in on Rich's dick and no shit, it's huge,
pointing right at her.  "Suck it, baby."  Someone says, I can't tell who and
she doesn't waste any time shoving about a quarter of it into her mouth.

Connie has lit another joint and we are passing it back and forth as this girl
is working more and more of her husband's cock in her mouth.  I am now
beginning to get hard and move a bit on the couch to get more comfortable.
Connie says, "What did you say earlier about getting hard?"  She begins to rub
my cock and goes back to watching.  Rich breaks the connection this girl has
with his cock and gets up on the bed.  "Want to go for a ride?"  He asks the
girl.  She didn't have to be asked twice and is immediately climbing on board.
She has a very nice ass and her mate pans in as Rich's cock disappears into
her cunt.  Rich has a hold of her hips and is beginning to fuck her like
crazy.  She is egging him on and moaning like there's no tomorrow.

>From out of nowhere, Connie enters the picture, totally nude.  Shit, her tits
are huge.  Much bigger than I remember them and although they are sagging a
bit, they are still beautiful.  Connie gets right next to the girl, raises one
of her breasts and pushes it into her mouth.  With her other hand she begins
to slide a finger up and down the crack of this girl's ass.  Soon the girl is
turned around on Rich's cock facing away from him, leaning back on her arms
that are reaching beyond Rich's head and Connie is down between both of their
legs eating her cunt and licking his balls.  Connie turns to face the camera
and tells Jerry to put the damn thing on the tri-pod and come and fuck her.  A
few minutes and a lot of jerking around later he does just that.

I'm so mesmerized by the tape that I hardly notice that Connie has undone my
pants and is busily sucking all of my cock into her mouth.  As I start to moan
she looks up and says, "Dessert time, lover, and I don't think I'm going to
have to wait long at all."  She laughs and goes back to sucking.  The action
on the TV is really going with a lot of screaming and moaning as the four of
them fuck and suck their brains out.  Jerry is the first one to cum and he
pulls out and pumps squirt after squirt of seamen on Connie's back. Rich
pushes the girl off of his cock and Connie covers his dick with her mouth,
swallowing just about the whole thing.  He is soon moaning out his orgasm and
after swallowing most of it Connie faces the camera and lets some dribble out
of her mouth down onto her tits, rubbing it onto areolae that are as big
around as the top of a beer can, using her fingers to roll and pinch nipples
the size of small strawberries.  It's about this time that I have both of my
hands on her head and am pumping my cock as far into her mouth as I can. I
don't last and pump a couple of spurts into her sucking mouth, then throw my
head back on the couch.

I am destroyed.  My cock hurts.  My balls are sore.  And here's Connie
kneeling on the floor asking if I want to watch the rest.  I weak dick out and
say maybe tomorrow.  "Willy, there is no tomorrow, just today - remember
that."  She retorts.

I slept like a log and awoke much later than I am accustomed.  Connie and I
had agreed to meet at about nine the next morning and take Darlene to
breakfast then drop her off at class.  I am met at the door of the beach house
by, not Connie, but her daughter.  She is dressed in only a long "T" shirt
with, I assume, a pair of panties on underneath.  "My mother had to go back
home, here."  She hands me an envelope.  She continues with, "She said that
she would call about nine or a little after and would like to talk to you."  I
open the envelope and read the note:

Willy, Thanks for the great time.  It's about 30 years since I had so much
fun.  Please, let me come visit you in Las Vegas.  I can probably make it in a
couple of weeks.  Thanks again. Always, Connie

I put the note in my pocket as the phone starts to ring.  Darlene turns,
enters the kitchen and picks up the phone.  I follow and notice that she is
wearing panties, white ones, as when she reaches for the phone her "T" shirt
rides up a ways.  After a few moments of conversation, she says, "Yea, mom,
he's here," turns and hands me the phone.  The first thing she says, "Is my
daughter still in the kitchen with you?"  I answer in the affirmative.  She
continues, "Are you facing her?"  I answer in the negative as it's a wall
phone and unless she was between me and the wall - well, you get the picture.
"Now just listen..."  She goes on to tell me that Darlene and her had a long
talk after I left last night - about everything but mostly about sex.  Connie
says she was right, that while not a virgin, Darlene has had little experience
with what she witnessed yesterday.  She said that Darlene told her that she
had the best orgasm she had ever had; watching us fuck our brains out
yesterday and even admitted that she was playing with herself like crazy.  I
laughed and said, "Oh! Boy!"  Connie asked me if her daughter was dressed for
school or was she still wearing that "T" shirt.  I said the latter.  She
continued saying, "Well, you dirty old man, if you play your cards right you
just might well get every pervert's dream - you screwed mama and now you get a
chance to screw her daughter."  She went on to say that if things worked out
like she thought they would she wanted to hear every sordid detail.  I laughed
and said, "Fat chance, Connie."  She laughed back and said she'd see me in a
couple of weeks and asked if she could talk with her daughter again.

Several minutes later, Darlene hung up the phone and walked over to the sink.
She turned to face me and leaned back against the sink.  I asked her if I
could smoke a joint here?  Since Connie was gone I planned on going to the
beach and just vegging for the day.  When Darlene said ok, I sat down and lit
the joint; I held it out to Darlene, after taking a large drag.  She reached
for it and took a drag herself.  Saying, as she exhaled, that it was very good
shit.  I laughed and for the first time thought that maybe I would get to fuck
Connie's daughter.  She started to laugh also as we passed the joint back and
forth, talking about nothings.  With the joint down to just about nothing she
looked me right in the eye and said, "Thanks for not telling my mom about
yesterday."  I said.  "You're welcome, to tell you the truth it was quite a
turn on for me, watching you please yourself as your mother pleased me."  She
blushed, an almost red hue, easily seen through her tan and told me that she
didn't know that I saw that much.  She was quite embarrassed.  I was staring
at her very tanned legs.  The hair on her thighs, above where she shaved, was
a golden brown; a tremendous contrast to the hair on her head which was a dark
brown.  I looked up and she was staring into my eyes.  I told her that the
hair on her thighs was really a turn on.  She blushed again, I laughed and
said I was getting very turned on with all the talk about yesterday and
looking at her legs and wondering if she was wearing any panties.  She broke
up laughing and then very quickly, while looking me in the eyes, raised and
lowered her "T" shirt above her waist, exposing a tiny pair of white bikini
panties.

"Come here, you tease."  I said.  She took a step toward me then hesitated and
asked what I planned to do.  "I'll show you," I told her.  She move to about a
foot away from the chair I was sitting in.  I reached out my hand and started
to rub the downy hair on her thigh.  She said, "Now, who's the tease?"  I
continued to rub her thigh, moved my hand to the back of her leg and pulled
her closer to me.  I leaned toward her thigh and started to kiss and lick it,
while sliding my hand up to her panty covered ass.  I took one cheek in my
hand and began to alternately squeeze and rub it.  I told her that she had a
much nicer ass than her mother.  "And what are we going to tell my mother
about this?"  Darlene asked.  I was now taking large mouths full of the front
and inside of her thigh and continuing to massage and squeeze her ass.  "What
do you want to tell her?"  I asked.  She told me she didn't know; it depended
on how far this went.  I told her I was going to continue until she stopped me
and reached for the back of her panties and started to pull them down her
thighs.  When I got her panties about half way down her thighs I told her to
lift her "T" shirt.  "Come on, Darlene, show me your pussy.  I want to make
you cum like your mother did yesterday."

She slowly raises her "T" shirt and I am really turned on by the contrast
between her dark tan and the white skin that is usually hidden by her bikini
bottoms.  Her mound is very prominent and partially shaved.  The strip of hair
covering it is dark and thick, totally covering her slit.  It's like a mohawk
haircut.  There is some stubble growing on either side of the thick strip of
pubic hair covering her mons.  I pull her ass toward me and bury my mouth at
the top of her cunt and begin to search for her slit with my tongue.  She lets
out a long sigh and puts one hand on the back of my head, holding my face in
her bush.  I reach between the cheeks of her ass and begin to search for her
cunt with my fingers.  Her cunt lips are very plump and hairy.  I work a
finger into her and start to finger fuck her slowly.  She is very tight and
warm.  My cock is now rock hard and straining against my shorts.  She has
spread her legs as far as they will go with her panties still half way down
her thighs so I yank them off with my other hand.  I am beginning to smell her
female scent and I increase the tempo of my finger in her cunt.  My tongue has
not yet found it's way through her thick bush as she starts to cum.
"Oooh...God I'm cumming," she cries.  The muscles of her thighs chord up as
she thrusts her mound into my face.  I can feel her cunt contract on my
finger.  I have got to fuck her right now.  I get up off the chair and tell
her to get on the kitchen table.  I undo my shorts, step out of them and step
toward her.  My cock is as hard as rock.  I push her knees apart and stare at
her hairy twat.  I tell her to lean back on her elbows and start to rub my
dick in her thick pubic hair.  I reach down with my other hand, part her lips
and finally find pink.  I place the head of my dick in her opening and holding
her thighs, thrust into her as far as I can go.  She screams, "Uugh..Uuuuuh!"
I am now buried in her.  She is real tight.  Tighter than I remember her
mother was when we were teenagers.  I asked her if she wanted me to pull out.
She replied, "Would you?"  Probably not, and began to fuck her real slowly,
with long, deep strokes.  She is incredibly tight and hotter than hell.

She is so slick and juicy; soon my cock is banging in and out of her like
crazy.  If I keep this up I know I'm going to cum before she does.  So I pull
all the way out of her, sit back down in the chair and pull it closer to the
table.  I place my hands on the inside of her thighs and bury my tongue into
her now spread labia, pumping my tongue in and out of her cunt.  I spread her
lips farther and move my tongue up the search for her clit.  No problem
finding it - it's fucking huge.  The size of a pea and very turgid.  I lick
all around it and start to suck it into my mouth when her thighs tense up
again and she begins to pump her cunt into my face.  "Oh! God, I'm cumming -
Oh! Shit...Yeees...cumming...Uuugh."  When her spazams slow down, I lick up to
her belly button and look up towards her face.  It is hidden by her chest and
her nipples are tenting up her "T" shirt.  "Come sit in the chair, Darlene."
I help her off the table and when she is sitting in the chair, stand in
between her thighs and tell her to put her hands over her head.  I pull her
"T" shirt off and "Wow! - is this a great pair of tits - or what? Big and
round and firm, with very dark, prominent nipples.  The areolae about the size
of a half dollar with good size buds in the center.  I tell her to put her
hands on my hips and rub my cock all over her tits.  "Push them together," I
tell her and then attempt to fuck her tits a bit, but we're both too dry to
make it work.  Instead I take my dick in my hand and rub it over her cheeks
and lips, finally pushing it into her mouth.  "Suck it."  I say.  I place her
hands back on my hips, take her head in my hands and begin to fuck her mouth.
Her technique is no where as good as her mother's so I pull my dick out of her
mouth, take her by the hand and lead her into the front room.

I bend her over the end of the couch and spread the cheeks of her ass. While
not as hairy as her cunt, her asshole is surrounded by much more hair than her
mother's.  I bend my knees and with my dick in my hand, rub it into her cunt.
When centered, I bury it into her and begin to fuck the livin' shit out of
her.  She is screaming her head off as I pound my dick in and out of her cunt.
It doesn't take me long to get my rocks off and I pump spurt after spurt of
gizzim into her belly.  I continue to fuck her until I can't any longer, my
thighs sore and my legs cramped; I kneel to the floor.  I'm finished.  I am
panting - rasping, really.  I lean forward and kiss each cheek of her
beautiful, firm ass.  I spread her cheeks and am greeted by a glob of white
spunk drooling out of her cunt.  "Well, Darlene, what are we going to tell
your mother?"

The drive home, from the beach, is always so much longer than the drive down
there.  I finally did get some surfing in but it was hardly worth the effort
as the waves were poorly formed and very small.  The rest of the trip, though
was well worth the effort.  Seeing Connie after all these years and everything
that happened - the great sex - Wow! - what a turn on.  I'm getting hard just
thinking about it.  In a couple of weeks she'll be coming to visit Las Vegas.
I'll have to rest up.

As I enter the kitchen from the garage, I smell the strong aroma of burning
grass.  Not the kind you have in your front yard but the good kind - maryjane,
hemp, marijuana.  Karen, my high school, friend must have just left. Too bad,
as after a couple of days without sex, I'm horny.  Rest up...Yea, right. I
wander into the front room, reflecting on how stupid I am; seeing a high
school senior and me pushing fifty.  Oh!  Well...

As I walk down the hall towards my bedroom, I hear the unmistakable sounds of
sex - the slapping sounds of two bodies coming together.  I put my bag down
and creep to my bedroom door, which is wide open.  What I see is a well
muscled ass rising and falling between the raised legs of what I hope is my
high school friend, Karen.  I stand in the door and enjoy the spectacle.  The
guy is really fucking the shit out of her.  I can hear her egging him on,
"Come on, Paul, fuck me faster...faster, Paul."  No doubt now, it's Karen. He
is groaning and grunting as he thrusts in and out of her and I can see his
balls bouncing around between the cheeks of her ass.  I feel a pang of
jealousy but quickly forget it as my cock begins to grow turgid.  I start to
stroke it, watching the frenzied fucking on my bed.  So mesmerized by the
action, I almost miss his yelling, "Oh!  God, here I cum, Karen."  In a few
moments his pumping stops and he slowly rolls off of Karen's body.  She rolls
toward him and begins to rub his sweaty chest and stomach.

I am still standing in the doorway, neither one of them noticing me.  My
hardon is throbbing looking at Karen's body - the very small breasts, with
nice, prominent nipples and her tremendous ass.  As she rolled toward him I
get a glimpse of her cum soaked cunt.  I have a hard time keeping my hand off
my cock so I fish a joint out of my "T" shirt pocket and light it.  I am
looking right at them, taking a long hit on the joint, when they both start
and begin to rise up off the bed.  The guy reaches for a sheet to cover his
cock, which appears to be an inch or two longer than mine but about the same
circumference.  He yells, "Oh!  Shit, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Karen is laughing and saying, "It's ok, Paul.  He's the guy I told you about.
That's Willy.  He lives here."

I stroll across the room, doing the best I can to hide the ragging hardon in
my pants and hand the joint to Karen.  I hold out my hand and say, "Nice to
meet you, Paul."  We shake and I sit down on the end of the bed.  Karen passes
me the joint, I take a hit and pass it to Paul.  We smoke in silence for a
couple of passes.  My hardon has subsided very little and I am dying to climb
on Karen and fuck her brains out.

"You two an item now?"  I ask.

Karen answers, "Not really, Willy.  Oh!  That's cute.  Really - Willy." She
laughs.  "Paul is at UNLV and a friend of Monica's brother.  We kind of got
connected the other day when we came over here to get stoned."

Paul talked for the first time, "We're not going together or anything, if
that's what your asking."

"Yea, that's what I'm asking, because I watched for a bit and have this
tremendous hardon and was wondering if...you know if...well, you know."

Paul started to get up and I motioned him back down saying, "I was thinking
you could stay if it was ok with Karen?"

"Oh!  Wow! I've never done that before.  I think I'd like it."  Karen says.

"Ok with you, Paul?"  I ask, he nods as I rise to take off my "T" shirt. Karen
has crawled to my end of the bed and is taking my shorts down.  Paul is left
with the joint as I push Karen onto her back and crawl between her legs. Her
cunt is wide open and the pubic hair around it is matted with seamen.  My cock
is throbbing.  I am really turned on.  I pull her legs up so that her ankles
are around my neck, reach down and place the head of my dick in her cunt and
thrust my cock all the way into her.  She lets out a long moan.  I begin to
slide my dick in and out of her.  "Oh! Yea, Willy, come on, fuck me."  So I
lean over her, bending her in half and begin to rocket my cock in and out of
her.  Both of us have forgotten about Paul.  She is real loose and wet as all
get out - plus hotter than hell, begging me to fuck her faster and harder.
I'm getting close so I rise and just pump with my hips, holding her thighs to
keep us connected.  I glance over at Paul, going to say something cute, and
notice he has removed the sheet and is stroking a much longer dick than mine -
a very hard dick.  Instead, I tell Karen, "I think Paul is ready again, you
want us both, lover?"  She turns her head to look and groans out, "Yea."

I pull out of Karen and tell her to get on her hands and knees.  Paul gets the
idea right away and positions his cock right under her face.  Karen wastes no
time and starts sucking on Paul's cock.  I stay on my knees for a bit and just
watch.  Her head is bobbing up and down at a good pace and Paul has thrown his
head back and closed his eyes.  I get behind her and enter her in one quick
thrust, she breaks contact with Paul and cries, "Oh! Yea! Fuck me...Fuuuck
me."  I start fucking her like crazy, pumping as hard and as fast as I can.
She is having a hard time concentrating on Paul's dick as I am jarring her
around too much.  But then she doesn't have to wait too long to get back to
Paul's cock.  My orgasm comes in quick spurts and I am spent.  I lean back on
my haunches and she goes back to sucking Paul off in earnest. Paul slows her
bobbing head, finally pulling her off of him and starts to move to her rear.
I move to the side of the bed, light up the roach and watch. Paul wastes no
time and fills her on the first thrust.  "God damn, Karen, you're sopping
wet," he exclaims as her begins to fuck her just as hard and fast as I did.
He doesn't last more that a dozen strokes and throws back his head as he pumps
his gisim into her cunt.  He continues to pump a little longer, short jerky
strokes and Karen yells, "Now, I'm gona cum...Uuuh, yea, oh! fuck!
Aaaah...There I'm cummming, Aaah, yea!"  Karen slowly slides to her stomach.
Paul is still kneeling between her legs; his dick, now soft and hanging
between his legs, dripping our cum onto the sheets.

We all laid on the bed passing another joint back and forth.  Nobody said
much.  I broke the ice and told them about my trip to California - even
included all the sex I had.  Karen noticed that my pubic hair was trimmed and
thought that was pretty cool.  Paul didn't voice much of an opinion.  I asked
them if they would like to stay for dinner, Paul was hesitant and only
acquiesced when Karen described in detail how good the dessert was around
here.  With that we all got up and headed to the bathroom and jumped in the
sunken tub.  Paul was again hesitant about the bathing arrangements and I
guess I would have been also - being walked in on as he was fucking some chick
and then sharing her with a "pushing fifty" old man.  He chilled out a bit
when both Karen and I started to wash ourselves, not each other.  I told them
that, when Connie comes to visit, we'd have to get together and replay this
afternoon.  Paul thought that was great news and asked if I thought she'd go
for him.  Karen laughed and said, "When she gets a look at that cock of yours,
she'll be drooling."  Dinner wasn't much as I had been out of town for a while
- - soup and sandwiches.  I asked them at dinner how long they had been using
the condo as I had been gone just a little over a week.  Karen laughed and
said that this was the first afternoon that they had "rolled around in the
hay," but that they had come over a couple of days before and got stoned
together.  Now I understood more of Paul's uneasiness.  After the kitchen was
straightened out, we retired to the front room and passed a bong back and
forth for a few minutes.

I mentioned that we could call it quits if they had other things to do but
Karen was really keen on the idea of us all getting it on again.  I got up and
asked if the couch was ok and started to get out of my clothes.  Karen pulled
her shirt off over her head and Paul started to drop his jeans.  Paul was
sporting a semi by the time he was naked and Karen said she wanted to blow
him.  I was limp and told them to arrange themselves so that I could eat Karen
while she gave Paul a blow job.  Paul sat at the end of the couch with Karen
on her side, her head in his lap, her hand stroking his cock and teasing it
with her lips and tongue.  I knelt down on the floor, pushed Karen's legs
apart and began to suck on the inside of her thighs, working my way to her
snatch.  I could hear Paul start to moan a bit and looked up to see Karen
taking about half of his cock into her mouth.  I slid my tongue into her cunt
and started to tease her clit and tongue fuck her a bit.  I spread her legs a
little farther and licked down to her asshole, teasing it a bit with my
tongue, then came back to her cunt and started to chew on her lips as I slid
my thumb into her.  From the sounds I was hearing at the other end of the
couch, I figured that our menage was heating up quite nicely.  I started to
pump my thumb into Karen's cunt and eased my index finger into her asshole.  I
now had both digits pumping in and out of her crotch and leaned back to watch
her suck Paul's cock.  She was holding it with one hand and sucking on just
the head.  He had his head thrown back with his eyes closed and was moaning
softly.  I shifted a bit, pulled my digits out of her and sucked as much of
her pussy into my mouth, burying my tongue deep in her cunt and began to
tongue fuck her as fast as I could.  I could now hear them both start to make
more noise and kept on licking and sucking her cunt.  Paul came first, rasping
out, "Here it cums...Aaaah, Oh! Fuck, yea."  I looked up and saw Karen's mouth
wrapped around the head of his dick with her hand pumping his shaft furiously.
His hips were coming up off the couch.  I think the first spurt surprised her,
even with his warning, as her mouth came off his cock with cum dripping from
her lips and she took the second or third spurt on her cheek. She continued to
pump him as cum dribbled down his shaft and over her hand. "Oh! God, that's
the first time I've ever done that," he said.  I assumed he was talking about
cuming in her mouth.

I had grown some what hard watching the action and stood.  Karen didn't
hesitate and sat up and gobbled me whole.  I egged her on, removed her hands
from my cock and placed them on my hips.  I placed my hands on her head and
started to fuck, my now swelling member, into her mouth.  Paul was into it
now, telling her to suck my cock and make me cum.  I was fully hard now and
really wanted to fuck her.  I pulled my cock from her mouth, pushed her back
on the couch and knelt between her legs.  I slid into her easily and
immediately began to fuck her as fast as I could.  As I was fucking her I
noticed that there was also some cum in her hair and decided I really wanted
to cum in her mouth.  I wasn't sure that I could hold out until she came so I
reached between the cheeks of her ass and inserted my finger into her asshole.
She was now skewered on my finger and my cock and began to pump her hips to
meet my thrusts.  Just a little longer I told myself as I fucked her as fast
as I could.  She came in quick jerks of her body, her thighs tightening
against my body, her hands squeezing my chest.  "Uuuh...Uuuh." is the only
sound she made.  I pulled out of her climbed over her legs and pulled her
mouth to my cock.  She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick and I
started pumping my shaft.  It wasn't long.  Oh!  God if felt good as I pumped
my seaman into her mouth.  I slowly pulled the head of my cock from her mouth
and traced her lips with it.  Her lips glisten with my cum and some of it
dribbles out of the side of her mouth down onto her chest.  I rolled off of
her, totally spent.  We all just sat on the couch for what seemed like an hour
but when I glanced at the VCR it was only nine-thirty.

Since I have arrived home from California, Paul and Karen have been over every
afternoon except when Karen had to work one evening.  Paul's hesitancy has
totally disappeared.  The three of us have sex together like we have been
doing it for years - Paul and I taking turns pleasing Karen and in return
getting fucked and sucked limp.  But tonight I've been invited to the "HOP" by
some people my own age.  I could use the rest.  My military friend, Jack, the
guy who first convinced me to move to Las Vegas; well his wife, Terry, and he
socialize with a group of couples.  Tonight some of us are going to the "HOP."
I'm going with them and we are going to meet Tom and his wife, Jenny, plus
Debby, the recent divorcee.  Most of the time I believe I'm invited just to
provide an even number of the opposite sex but what the hell.  Debby is very
attractive but a bit plump to put it politely.  Terry says it's menopause.
Anyway she has rebuffed all of my advances so I expect that my membership in
this group will be short lived if they ever find another single my age.  The
other couple in the group, Jeff and Joyce, can't make it tonight.

By the time we arrive, the "HOP" is a jumping place.  I had a few drinks
before being picked up and am ready to boogie.  Debby is wearing a fifty's
type dress and for the first time I notice that she IS a real big girl in the
tit department.  I mean they're busting the seams of this dress.  She is quite
tall, about five eight or nine, and wears her blond hair long, pulled up into
a bun on the back of her head.  Her best friend, Jenny, is a little shorter
and also sports quite a rack but is a brunette and wears her hair shoulder
length.  Jenny's husband works on the strip, in one of the casinos, and is
good friends with Debby's ex.  Jack, my friend, is a first officer for one of
those economy airlines.  Before I retired to the life of a stoner, he
attempted to get me hired but the economy turned down and so did my prospects.
His wife, Terry, is a dental assistant.  She cleans my teeth twice a year. She
has light brown hair and is rather petit, with a small bust and rather large
hips.

The live band has just started to play so I immediately ask Debby to dance.
She puts me off with some excuse so Terry says she'll accept the offer.  Out
to the dance floor we go.  I really can't dance worth a shit but really enjoy
jumping around on the dance floor.  During the course of the evening I
eventually dance with all the women and to tell you the truth have a pretty
good time.  But it's getting late for us old fogies.  I see both Tom and Jack
yawning a lot and figure it's not long before we "blow this pop stand."  I
take Terry out for one last swing on the floor and while dancing, notice a
young lady that looks an awful lot like an enlisted women I used to work with
in the service.  Her name was Carol something, I can't remember; plus I think
she got married so it's probably changed.  She is very short, about five two
or three, but has a nicely developed body and a grade "A" ass. She used to
wear her dark reddish brown hair about shoulder length but now has it cut very
short.  The thing I remember most about her is the time we were serving
temporary duty in some back water town.  She showed up at the pool one Sunday
with a small bikini and gave everyone such tremendous bush shots.  I mean this
woman had a jungle down there.  I must have jacked off fifty times during that
temporary duty thinking of the nasty things I'd like to do with Carol's bush.

She is dancing with a guy about her own age, which I figured is about late
twenties or early thirties.  When the song ends they head off to their table.
The band starts up another number and I take Terry back to the table and
excuse myself, saying I'll be back in a few minutes.  I make a "B" line to
what I think is Carol's table.  I tap her on the shoulder and ask if I can
have this dance.  She looks up and with her eyes wide with surprise and says,
"Captain Tamarack..."

"Well, Sargent, can I have this dance?"

"You bet, Captain."

As we head out to the dance floor, I tell her I hope I didn't take her away
from her husband.  She laughs and says she is no longer married.  She is here
on business, some convention, that I don't catch.  The people with her are
just business associates.  We start to dance and after several numbers, the
band slows the tempo.  We can now talk without shouting.  I find out that she
is leaving tomorrow evening as the convention finished today and she is out
celebrating a promotion.  The associates she came with are leaving in the
early a.m. but she is keeping the rental car and going hiking in the Valley of
Fire.  I ask her if she would like some company?  She is enthusiastic about me
coming with her.  We decide to leave her hotel at zero five hundred so that we
can see the sunrise.  She asks if I mind her bringing her luggage; that way
she can save an extra charge at the hotel.  I say sure and tell her to get rid
of the car too; "I'll drive you to the airport."  After the dance I rush back
to the cronies and apologize for running around so long.  Our group quickly
breaks up and heads for the parking lot.

Carol doesn't have much luggage and we are soon on the road to the Valley of
Fire, which is about an hours drive from the strip.  We talk about the good
ol' days in the service of our country and laugh about all the stupid things
that the people in charge often did.  It is starting to get light as we pull
into the parking and picnic area.  I have brought a cooler with some brewskis
and when Carol comes around the car, I see that she has a back pack on.  She
says she's got some water bottles and the usual granola shit that hikers take
on these expeditions.  She is dressed in some heavy duty hiking boots with a
pair of those spandex pants, that are like - painted on.  She's also got a
half "T" shirt on and the straps of her back pack stretch the material of the
"T" shirt tightly across her tits.  It does not appear that she is wearing a
bra; her tits bounce very naturally with every step she takes.  I, myself, am
wearing the usual "T" shirt, tennies and shorts.

There is a tall rock wall to our west with several shelves on it that I think
would make a good place to view the sunrise.  I take the lead and begin the
climb.  It takes us about fifteen minutes to reach a good viewing area.  I
immediately sit down, get myself a brew and pop the top.  I offer one to
Carol, who is taking her back pack off.  I get caught staring at the nice
sized mounds roaming around inside her "T" shirt as she struggles to get the
back pack off her back.  She refuses the beer and just smiles at my ogling. We
sit in silence and watch the sky turn brighter.  I pull a joint out of my
cigarette pack and light up.  "Why, Captain, is that the evil weed -
marijuana?"  I nod and hold out the joint toward her.  She accepts and we
start passing the joint back and forth.  The sunrise is outstanding.
Incredibly bright and clear, with lots of yellows and oranges against a blue
sky.  The air starts to heat up as soon as the sun hits us.  Even though it is
early October, the temperatures are still quite warm, here in the desert.  It
would probably top out at eighty to eighty-five today in Las Vegas.  Carol
struggles back into her back pack as I ogle every movement and says, "Let's go
hiking."  The only hiking I want to do is to hike up her shirt and get a good
look at her tits, but I rise and follow.  She set off at a good pace and I
think that had I been shorter I would have a hell of a time keeping her pace
but my height advantage keeps me in the running.  Plus following that great
looking ass of hers in those spandex pants kept me real close.  I hardly let
that ass out of my sight the entire hike.

After about an hour, I figured we'd hiked about two miles; we took a break in
the shade of a large rock wall.  It felt cool in the shade as we were both
perspiring freely by then.  Our "T" shirts were damp in spots and there was
sweat dripping off of my forehead. I stepped behind her and told her I would
help her off with the back pack.  She turned and said, "And miss the show?"

"That obvious, huh?"  I replied.

"I hardly noticed, said the blind girl."

We sat with our backs to the wall in the shade and Carol accepted the beer I
offered.  I lit up the roach that we hadn't finished before sunrise.  We
smoked and drank in silence until I broke the ice.  "Remember that time we
were on temporary duty...in where was it?"

She laughed and replied, "Yea, I remember, that's the time I came down to the
pool in that bikini."  She went on to say that she wore the bikini on a dare
as her and her roommate were bound and determined to get themselves an
officer.  She was rooming with Maggie Lee, that Chinese girl in the other
squadron.  She said that when they got back to their room the phone rang.  It
was a couple of Lieutenants and the girls invited them over.  She said that
they were both pretty bombed when they arrived and the booze kept flowing. She
remembers Maggie fucking one of them in the bathroom but the one she was with
couldn't get it up.  She gave him head for about an hour until he dribbled his
climax all over his stomach.  The frank sex talk surprises me a little but
then I started it with my leading comment about her bikini.  It also excites
me.  I'm starting to get hard.  I tell her that I wished I had called because
I spent the rest of the temporary duty pounding my pud at every opportunity
thinking of how good she looked in that bikini.  She changes the subject and
asks if I'm ready to go?  I'm really not but don't want to push the subject so
I rise and turn to help her up.  My hardon is straining against my shorts and
she is staring right at it.

Instead of reaching for my hands she tugs at my shorts which pulls my hardon
down so that is pointing just above her head.  She looks up at me and tugs a
little more on my shorts.  Have I got an erection - a real reltne - you know
the kind of hardon that drains all the blood from your brain and you pass out.
She gets her feet under her so she is squatting - her face level with my cock.
She starts to lean toward my cock but I stop her by digging my hands under her
arms - her armpits are damp and very warm - I lift her to her feet and in the
process get a good feel of her firm breasts.  "Not yet, Carol, I want to do
you first.  I've been thinking about burying my face between your legs for
more than ten years now."  I start to reach for her spandex but she is already
tugging them over her hips.  I squat down and help.  When her pants are down
to past her knees, I place my hands on the back of her thighs and just rub up
and down as she struggles to get her pants off.  I'm mesmerized by her very
hairy twat.  It's almost a diamond shape, covering her whole lower stomach and
reaching up to her belly button.  Although the hair reaching to her navel is
not as thick as the hair below; it is very discernible.  The hair covering her
mound is very thick and dark and curly.  I tell her to spread her legs a bit
and reach in between and just feel the growth.  I pull on the pubic hair
between her legs - shit, it's about three or four inches long and real wiry.
I slide my hands back behind her thighs and pull her to my mouth, burying my
tongue in her navel.  She moans and leans back against the stone wall pushing
her cunt toward my face.  I run my tongue through her growth from navel to the
very thick patch on her mound.

She is so short that I am breaking my neck trying to get my mouth to her cunt.
So I slide a hand up into her crotch from behind and start searching for her
cunt with my fingers, all the while taking large mouths full of her hairy
mound.  Her cunt is very wet and easily accepts two of my fingers.  She
immediately starts to hump my fingers as I pump them in and out of her cunt.
She is soaking wet and her aroma is very strong.  I have just got to lick her
cunt so I tell her, "Turn around, Carol, I want to eat your ass."  She grunts
something unintelligible and I turn her around so that she has her hands up on
the wall and is pushing her ass back toward my face.  God what an ass she has.
Like two small watermelons squashed together.  I spread her cheeks and - fuck!
There is a forest of hair growing on the inside of both of her cheeks. I can
hardly make out her asshole in the growth nestled between her cheeks.  I can't
wait, spread her cheeks as far as I can, dig my thumbs into her labia and
spread them until I find pink.  I bury my tongue into the pink, find her hole
and start to tongue fuck her like crazy.  The aroma is as thick as her hair.
He hips start to pump back on my face so I hold them in my hands, bury my nose
in her asshole and piston my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I can.
She cums without making a sound but her body is tensing and relaxing in a
cadence that tells me she is just a passenger on this trip.  Short, jerky
spazams that rock her body.

I stand behind her and remove my shorts and shirt.  I still have a hardon and
begin to slide it between the cheeks of her ass - up and down, up and down.
She is very sweaty and we have a lot of lubrication between us.  I slip my
hands under her shirt and cup her tits.  Just a little over a hand full and
her nipples are very hard points against my palms.  I whisper in her ear, "Did
sergeant Carol have an orgasm?"  She only nods so I ask, "Want another one?"
She nods again so I wad up my shirt and pants and using them as a pillow, lay
on the ground, parallel to the rock wall.  She rasps out, "What the hell are
you doing - put it in me. "

"Not yet, Carol.  I want to eat more of your pussy.  Squat over my face. I'm
going to send you to the moon, honey."  She places her boots on either side of
my face and while holding onto the wall with one hand, lowers her crotch to my
mouth.  I reach up and guide her cunt to my mouth with a hand on each of her
buns.  Her labia spread a little but not enough so I put my thumbs on each of
her lips and spread her open - wide open.  I start licking from her cunt to
her clitoris, which is a small nub hidden in the folds of her cunt and pubic
hair.  Her hips start to move sliding her cunt back and forth over my mouth
and tongue.  I move one of my thumbs to her anus and ease it in her. She moans
in a low voice, "Oh! God!  What are you doing?"  I don't answer but start
fucking my tongue in and out of her cunt, licking my tongue up and around her
clitoris every few moments.  She doesn't last long and this time her orgasm is
more powerful.  I can feel her sphincter tighten around my thumb as she tries
to suffocate me with her cunt.  By now my hardon can just barely be classified
as that; I'm not sure that I can get it in her.  I tell her to stand up and
slide myself so that my cock is now below her cunt.  "Fuck me, Carol," is all
I had to say and she lowered herself to my cock.  We slide around a bit until
it slips into her but I don't think this is going to work. I waited too long.
She is moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit up and down the length
of my cock.  She senses that it's not going to work either and tells me to
stand against the wall then immediately engulfs my cock with her mouth.  Her
mouth feels like a warm, wet vacuum cleaner, sucking me.  I start to get hard
again and she tells me to face the wall.

She reaches around me with one hand and begins to jack me off; then starts to
lick the crack of my ass.  "Spread your ass," she commands.  I do and her
tongue is now licking me, from behind my balls to my asshole.  Her hand is now
working on a rapidly inflating cock.  She forces the tip of her tongue into my
asshole and I am now hard as a rock, quickly approaching orgasm.  "I'm gona
cum, Carol."  I yell.  She takes a hold of my hips and turns me to face her.
Her mouth captures my cock and starts bobbing.  Her hands are on the cheeks of
my ass forcing me to gag her.  I grab her head with my hands and pump spurt
after spurt into her mouth.  I keep pumping until I am soft; reach down and
pull her up by the armpits again and force my tongue into her mouth.  She has
swallowed most of my seamen but her mouth is still very juicy and hot.  We
kissed for a long time, Carol finally broke contact and said, "I didn't want
to drive all the way back to Las Vegas with a gushy pussy."

We are about half way back to Las Vegas, cruising on I-15.  We haven't said
much.  She asked me on the hike out if I had really jacked off while having
fantasies about her and I said I had.  We are approaching the interchange and
she asks how long until we get to my place.  I tell her about twenty minutes.
She asks again, "Come on tell me the truth, did you really have fantasies
about me and play with yourself?"  I nod my head and look over at her, she is
pulling her pants off.  She tells me to keep my eyes on the road or I'll kill
both of us.  I laugh and concentrate on driving.  I can smell her in the car
and when I again look over at her, she is busy finger fucking herself.  She
asks me if I want to take my shorts off and I say no, but begin to rub my
growing cock.  "You know, you gave me the best head I've ever had by a guy."
We are getting close to passing a semi-truck as I ask who the girl was.  She
said that Maggie Lee drove her crazy in the shower that night after the
Lieutenants left.  We are abeam the cab of the semi and I match the speeds and
honk the horn.  She is startled, looks up at the cab and yells, "What the fuck
are you doing?"  I tell her to keep playing with herself.  "Shit, the guy is
looking right at me."  Give him a good show, Carol."  I tell her. "Cum for
him, baby."  And boy!  Does she, her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt
like crazy.  Hips coming up off the car seat. I think it surprised her, she
groans out, "Oh! shit...fuck, I'mm cummmming...Oh! fuck."  I accelerate away
from the trucker, who gives us a long honk with his air horn.

I keep rubbing my hardon until after entering the garage, quickly get out of
the car, sprint around to the other door and half pull, half drag Carol out of
the car.  While kissing her, I pull her "T" shirt off.  She is now naked
except for her boots.  I run my hands and mouth over her tits and nipples,
sucking on her hard knobs.  I pick her up and carry her through the house to
my bedroom and lay her on the bed.  She starts to take off her boots, I tell
her to leave them on as I pull my shorts off and climb onto the bed.  I lift
her ankles up to my shoulders and tell her to put my cock into her cunt.  As
soon as she has my dick situated into her lips I fold her over and bury myself
into her cunt.  She starts cumming.  Screaming, "Fuck me!" again and again. I
do, putting everything I have into it.  Her hips are moving around
uncontrollably and her cunt feels like molten lava - hot and gooey.  I stop
pumping and just ride her, her body is moving about like she is possessed.  I
pull out of her and tell her to roll over, pull her up by her hips and thrust
into her doggie style.  I start fucking her like a mad man and at that point I
think I am.  Just fucking the shit out of her.  I think she is still cumming
as she is still yelling incoherently and I am real close to losing my load in
her cunt.  I start to slow down and pull almost all the way out then ram my
cock back into her.  And here it comes; I hold her ass to my belly and feel
the head of my cock explode in her cunt - shooting blast after blast of spunk
into her belly.  I begin to fuck again, as hard as I can.  My ejaculation
continues.  I finally drive her down onto the mattress and bury my face in her
neck, both of us panting like we had just run a hundred yard dash.

We are standing at the gate.  We haven't talked much since we finished
fucking.  We showered and dressed together and now we're here at the gate
saying good-by.  Her flight is called.  She looks up at me and says, "I think
it goes without saying that I had a great time today.  I hope you did too."  I
think to myself that this is one of those times that only comes along every so
often.  I don't want to blow it.  So instead of saying anything I pull her to
me and kiss her.  "I hope it won't be ten years until we see each other
again," she says as she disengages from me and turns towards the gate.

"You can bet on that, Carol."  I yell as she walks through the gate. After all
this is Las Vegas.

We are driving east on Russell Road.  I have just picked up Connie at the
airport and we are on our way to Jeff and Joyce's house.  They are having a
small get-together.  All the cronies will be there and it should be a good
time.  Earlier in the day I rented a limo.  My high school friend, Karen, and
her boy friend, Paul, have the limo.  We're going to meet them about a block
from Jeff and Joyce's at seven-thirty.  Connie doesn't know that, she thinks
we're going to spend the whole evening at the get-together.  It's a little
surprise.

When she isn't bitching to me about having to meet all my cronies; she's
pumping me about how far her daughter, Darlene, let me go when I was visiting
Southern California a couple of weeks ago.  I tell her to ask her daughter and
she says her daughter said to ask you.  So I tell the story of what happened
after she left that morning.  Now, I'm getting a lot of:  "No Shit."  "You're
kidding."  "No way."  "Come on you're bullshiting me, no shit?"  We finally
arrive at Jeff and Joyce's and find that everyone is already here.

Jeff answers the door and leads us into the kitchen where everyone is
congregating.  Jeff is into electronics or something.  I never quite figure it
out as most of the time I'm a bit stoned when I attend these social
activities.  His wife, Joyce, is in her early forties and the youngest of the
group.  She has always seemed pretty hot to me, we flirt a lot.  She's on the
short side, about five foot three or four and well put together.  Nice rack,
good ass with intriguing looking silver frosted hair.  She's cooking something
in the oven as we get a beer and Connie spends some time chatting with her.  I
start bullshiting with my military friend, Jack; the guy who first convinced
me to move to Las Vegas.  His wife, Terry, is with him.  She is a dental
assistant and cleans my teeth twice a year.  She has light brown hair and is
rather petit, with a small bust and rather large hips.  Tom and his wife,
Jenny, plus Debby, the recent divorcee have moved to the den.  Most of the
time I believe I'm only invited to these shindigs to provide an even number of
the opposite sex for Debby.  So I'm sure they are bad mouthing me about
bringing Connie.  Debby is very attractive but a bit plump to put it politely.
Terry says it's menopause.  Anyway she has rebuffed all of my advances so I
expect that my membership in this group will be short lived if they ever find
another single my age.  Debby is wearing her usual, a warm up suit.  It hides
how big she is, but has a hard time hiding her tits - she IS a real big girl
in the tit department.  She is quite tall, about five eight or nine, and wears
her blond hair long, pulled up into a bun on the back of her head.  Her best
friend, Jenny, a real estate agent, is shorter and also sports quite a rack
but is a brunette and wears her hair shoulder length.  Jenny's husband works
on the strip, in one of the casinos, and is good friends with Debby's ex.

I'm out on the patio with Jeff, who is also a smoker, puffing away.  They have
a great back yard, well shaded with a large hot tub on the patio.  It's raised
up off the ground, has a little ladder to help you get in and looks like it
holds about six or so.  Connie comes out on the patio and joins the
conversation, casually slipping something into my pants pocket.  She leaves to
get another beer and Jeff goes with her leaving me alone on the patio.  I put
my hand in my pocket and bring out Connie's panties.  On them is written, in
ink, "Upstairs bathroom - now or I take the first man I can find - C."  I
laugh and wander on into the house, move through the cronies and into the
kitchen finally finding my way to the stairs.  As I make my way up the stairs
I try to visualize what Connie is wearing.  As I remember it was a one piece
dress that zips up the back.  She looked real good, easily the best looking
here except for Joyce, maybe.  I find the bathroom and tap on the door.  "It's
open, lover."  I hear.

I enter and there is Connie with her dress pulled up around her waist. She is
lazily tracing her shaved cunt lips with one of her fingers; she motions me
closer with her other hand.  I step closer and she says, "It's about time, I'm
horny as hell."  With that she unzips my jeans and pulls them down about mid
thigh.  My cock is starting to respond.  She slowly jacks me off with one hand
and continues to please herself with the other.  I put my hands on her
shoulders, push her down to her knees and guide her mouth to my cock.  She
engulfs me and moans a little as she begins to give me head.  I'm getting into
it now, starting to rock back and forth.  Pumping my cock in and out of her
mouth.  God, she gives good head.  I pull the hand she has in her crotch to my
mouth and begin to suck her fingers - they are warm and wet. Suddenly the door
opens.  I turn and am staring at Joyce.  She puts a hand to her mouth but no
sound comes out.  Her hand falls back to her side and she just stares at
Connie's mouth sucking on my cock.  A few moments later she smiles at me,
backs out of the bathroom and softly closes the door.  Connie takes her mouth
off of my cock and says, "That ought to get you into the "in" club around
here, lover!"  I pull Connie up by her armpits and press my lips to her mouth.
We kiss for a long time.  "Let's go, Connie."  I say.

"Couldn't be too soon, lover."

We say our good-byes to the usual "So soon - it's still early" shit. Joyce
walks us to the door saying, "I'm sure you two will have a good time this
evening."  She giggles a bit and continues with, "If you're not too busy
tomorrow, Connie, why don't you and I go shopping.  I'll show you a little of
Las Vegas because I'm sure this lout is not going to show you much."

Connie told her, "That would be great, say about nine.  You know where Willy
lives?"

"Oh I'll find it, all right.  See you tomorrow."

Connie and I stroll down the street and as we pass by the bug, she asks,
"Where are we going?"

"Surprise!"  I retort.

The limo is parked right where I thought it would be.  I open the back door
and allow Connie to climb in.  Paul and Karen are in the front seat smoking a
joint.  The interior of the limo is full of the pungent aroma of marijuana.
They are both looking into the back seat and Karen holds the joint out to us.
I take it and a big drag and start the introductions.  Paul asks where to,
starts up the limo and pulls away from the curb.  I start another joint and
tell him to head for Lake Meade.  I had spied a secluded spot just beyond
Calville Bay the other day while flying over the lake.  Both Karen and Paul
start laughing like fools.  Karen leans back and tells us that the lake is
closed because of the government shutdown.  All the high school kids are
pissed because that's where they party on the weekends.  Connie looses a whole
lung full of smoke laughing and says, "Way to go, stoner - great plan Willy -
You were probably stoned when you though this one up."  I hem and haw a bit
and start laughing uncontrollably.  We are now driving about aimlessly.  Paul,
probably the least stoned - thank God, tells us to come up with a plan as he
is too busy driving.  That comment starts more uncontrollable laughter so he
pulls into the parking lot of a large strip mall.

Connie tells him to park in the middle.  I tell him to park over by the closed
auto parts store.  Karen is just laughing.  Paul comes up with the best idea -
why don't we park in Willy's garage?  I refuse to give up so soon, after all I
rented this limo to go park somewhere.  I tell Paul to drive out towards the
Silver Bowl and off we go.  It takes us about a half hour of fucking around
but we end up in a secluded spot east of the football stadium. I had premixed
margaritas and begin to pour the minute Paul stops the vehicle. Paul is the
only one who is not totally ripped - the rest of us can hardly talk, having
smoked two giant joints on the way here.  We have a good field of fire so I
feel fairly confident no one is going to sneak up on us.

Connie and I start necking after taking but one sip of the margarita and
Karen's head drops below the front seat.  I tell Paul to lower the volume on
the stereo as Connie begins to rub the inside of my thigh.  Karen is giggling
and Connie asks what is so funny.  Pretty soon we are all laughing at the
predicament that I have place us in.  After a few moments of silence, Connie
hikes her skirt up above her waist and beckons me to get down on my knees.  I
don't need any encouragement and move between her legs.  Her cunt is freshly
shaved and very warm and wet.  I start to lick the folds of her pussy,
occasionally pushing my tongue into her cunt.  She has her head thrown back on
the seat of the limo and is making sex sounds - a low moaning.  Paul breaks
the almost silence and asks if they can move into the back seat.  Connie says,
"Sure, the more the merrier."  Both of them crawl over the front seat and
arrange themselves next to us.  Karen slips to her knees and yanks Paul's
undone pants to his ankles.  Connie taps me on the shoulder and I look over at
our two friends.  Karen's head is bobbing up and down in Paul's lap, both of
his hands on her head guiding her.  Connie leans forward and asks if I have
fucked Karen in the ass.  I shake my head no.  Connie kisses me and says, "You
will tonight, lover, go over and fuck her now.  I want to watch."

I am hardly hard so I sit up with Connie and watch Karen give Paul head.
Connie rubs my cock through my jeans and tells me what a nice long cock Paul
has.  It is several inches longer than mine, which measures about five or so
inches from my pubic bone to the tip.  She continues with her nasty litany
about Paul's cock, saying that she is really excited about being here watching
this and as she talks I grow harder.  She undoes my pants and I pull them down
to mid-thigh and crawl over to Karen's ass.  I reach around her waist, undo
her jeans and drag them down to just above her knees.  I bend over, lick the
crack of her ass and push a finger, then two into her cunt.  She is wet and
warm.  This is not as easy as I imagined and it takes some doing to get my
cock in her, but once it's in, I start fucking her like I haven't been fucked
in a week.  In reality, since I've gotten home from Southern Cal; Paul, Karen
and I have been fucking almost daily.  Connie has slid over on the seat and is
necking with Paul, her skirt still up above her waist.  She guides Paul's hand
onto her bare cunt and he starts to finger fuck her.  I am pumping like there
is no tomorrow, getting close.  I spread the cheeks of Karen's ass and push my
thumb into her asshole.  Karen's ass is her best asset and she loves to have
something in it.  It makes her cum real fast.  I am almost there.  Karen
tenses up and tries to push my thumb out of her ass with her sphincter muscle.
I throw my head back and pump my seamen into her cunt.  I'm not sure she came
but she is sucking the shit out of Paul.  He yells out his orgasm and bows a
load of cum into Karen's mouth.  Connie breaks the silence telling Karen and I
to get into the front seat and drive us home.

Several times on the way home I glance in the rear view mirror and only see
Connie leaning back against the limo's rear seat.  Upon arriving at my place I
turn and see that Paul is down in between Connie's thighs eating the shit out
of her.  I tell them that we are here and start to get out of the car.  The
next few minutes are a frenzy of everyone getting out of their clothes and
into the bedroom.  Connie is the first one nude and is pulling Paul's jeans
off of him as he sits on the edge of the bed.  Her back is to me and I have a
great view of her little boy's ass.  She gets down on her knees between Paul's
legs and begins to give him head.  I feel a tugging on my pants and turn to
see that Karen is naked.  She always appears so skinny but actually has a lot
of meat on her, it must be her tits, they are almost non-existent.  They look
like two golf balls under a covering of skin but are topped by very prominent
nipples, with almost no areolae.  Her nipples are dark and erect.  Karen is
massaging my dick as I take off my shirt.  Her pubic hair is matted from the
sex we had earlier.  She is lightly haired around the lips of her cunt but has
a thicker tuft of dark brown hair on her mound.  I guide her over to the end
of the bed, sit her down and guide her mouth to my cock.  Her licking and
sucking are bringing me to a hard state plus I am watching Connie almost
swallow all of Paul's seven inches.  I have found that I love to watch, ever
since that day I caught Paul fucking Karen in my bed. Connie starts to lick
his balls, while pumping his shaft.  He begs her to suck him and she tells him
that she doesn't want him to cum yet.  Connie stands and asks if I have any KY
jelly.  I laugh and say no, staring at her naked form. She is about five seven
or so and a big girl.  I can't stop thinking how she looked back when we were
in high school, a thirty-eight inch bust with "D" cups and areolae that
measured almost three inches across - topped with nipples the size of small
grapes.  She has had bust reduction surgery and is now a thirty-six "B" cup
and if anything her areolae and nipples are larger. Her hips are slim to match
her little boy's ass and her stomach flat with some stretch marks.

She seems to make up her mind and asks me if I am hard.  I nod my head as
Karen is licking under my balls with just her thumb and index finger wrapped
around my cock slowly stroking it.  Connie is now in control and tells me to
lie on the bed.  I disengage from Karen and get up on the bed.  Connie crawls
over to me, throws a leg over and impales herself on my cock.  Oh!  God, is
she wet.  She looks back over her shoulder at Paul and Karen and says, "Do you
mind if I get both of them?"  Karen couldn't argue much as she had us both in
the limo.  She nods her ok and Connie tells her to get Paul real wet.  "Get a
lot of spit on him, Karen, 'cause I want him in my ass."  She turns to me and
instructs me to hold still until Paul gets in.  Paul is now behind her
kneeling between our legs.  Karen is spitting into her hands and rubbing it
all over Paul's cock.  "Help him in, Karen."  Connie commands.  The only thing
I feel is that Connie's cunt has shrunk a bit but after a few seconds I can
feel the hard rib of Paul's cock push into her asshole.  As soon as Paul is
in, he starts fucking her like a mad man.  Quick short strokes.  I can hardly
move, plus I'm afraid if I do I'll fall out of her cunt.  Karen is kneeling a
couple of feet away, wide eyed and staring.  Connie starts pumping back on
Paul's cock which causes a good deal of friction between us, so I start
pumping away.  Reaching down for her hips I run into Paul's arms and instead
wrap my arms around her shoulders.  Connie is now yelling, "Come on, fuck me,
fuck me."  She doesn't last long and babbles out her orgasm, her body
spazaming around mine as Paul continues to fuck the shit out of her.  Another
ten strokes or so and Paul is yelling, "Here it comes...Yea...Uugh...I'm
cumming."  Paul pulls out of her quickly and now her cunt seems larger.  I
grab her hips and begin to fuck her as fast as I can.  It doesn't feel as good
so I roll her off me, turn her over and pull her up to her knees.  Her asshole
is spread wide with a couple of gobs of cum rolling out of it.  I position
myself and push my way into a very sloppy asshole.  Oh! Shit it's hot in here.
I start to fuck her ass.  Long, deep thrusts.  I'm real close.  Connie is
starting to cum again, I can feel her legs tense up and her asshole tighten
around my cock.  "Oh! Fuck."  I'm there pumping spurt after spurt of gisim
into her asshole.  I keep fucking until she pulls away from me and sinks to
the bed.

We have all been sitting in the sunken tub for a half hour or so.  Karen
hasn't said much but Connie has been motor mouthing on and on about how long
it's been since she's done that and how good she came.  She asks Karen if she
thinks the boys can get it up again.  Karen finally talks and says that she's
sure Paul can but is not too sure about me.  Connie laughs and says that's
what we get for sticking with an "old man."  Everyone laughs.  Connie moves
toward the other side of the tub and Paul, thinking that she was going to give
him head hops up on the rim of the tub.  Connie hardly looks at him and says,
"Not yet, junior."  She puts her hands on Karen's knees and just looks her in
the eyes.  I can sense what is going to happen and feel my cock start to
harden.  Connie kisses Karen on the mouth and then spreads her legs and kneels
between them.  She kisses and licks her way down to her chest and begins
sucking on her tits.  I really should say nipples.  Karen's eyes are wide open
in surprise but as Connie moves down past her belly button she leans back,
rests on her elbows and lets her head back, closing her eyes.  She starts a
low moaning as Connie starts sucking on the inside of her thighs.  Paul is
sporting a full hardon and I am not far behind.  Connie is now licking Karen's
labia and clitoris.  Karen is moaning louder; every once and a while thrusting
her crotch towards Connie's mouth.

Connie ends her cunnilingus as quickly as she starts; getting up and stepping
out of the tub.  She tells Paul and I to take Karen into the bedroom. We sit
Karen on the side of the bed and Paul immediately guides her mouth onto his
cock.  I wait my turn, reach between her legs and start to finger her cunt.
She is very wet.  Connie is nowhere to be seen.  My cock is starting to wilt
so I tell Paul to chill for a bit and guide Karen to my cock.  She is just
using her mouth on me as both of her hands are still pumping on Paul's boner.
Connie enters the room and says, "Good, keep those boys hard, Karen." She puts
a large plastic bottle on the night stand and comes to stand behind Paul and
I, rubbing our backs, saying, "I think our studs are ready, Karen."

Connie takes Paul by the hand and leads him up onto the bed, lying him down.
She tells me to bring Karen.  We are all on the bed and Connie has the bottle
and is squirting what looks like oil all over Paul's cock and balls. She hands
me the bottle and begins rubbing the oil all over Paul.  She tells Karen to
straddle him and she wastes no time climbing on board.  "Lay still Paul."  She
commands.  She takes the bottle from me and squirts lots onto Karen's lower
back and ass.  Connie tells me to put the bottle back and when I return she
has two fingers in Karen's asshole, Paul is starting to buck and Karen is
moaning real softly.  Connie motions me closer and while still finger fucking
Karen's asshole starts sucking my cock.  Paul is really pumping now. Karen is
louder, moaning and egging him on.  When Connie takes her mouth off my now
very hard cock, she tells Paul to hold still and pulls me by my cock closer to
Karen's ass.  I don't need a picture to figure out what I'm supposed to do and
kneel right between their legs, taking my dick in my hand.  Connie says, "No,
lover, that's my job." and takes my hand off my cock.  "You spread her
cheeks," and I do.  I lean forward and Connie rubs the head of my cock up and
down the crack of Karen's ass.  She positions my cock head right on her
asshole and says, "Push it in."  My cock head slips down and runs into Paul's
balls.  "Try again, Willy," and Connie again places me against her asshole.
Well on the forth or fifth attempt, the head of my dick pops into her anus.  I
moan, "Oh, fuck...Yea."  Her sphincter tightens and almost pushes me out.  I
now take both of her hips in my hands and push more of my cock into her
asshole.  She is incredibly tight.  Once again I feel the rib of Paul's hardon
and I begin to fuck her ass.  Slowly at first, forcing all of my cock into
her.  Karen is starting to wiggle her ass.  I hold it still and quicken my
strokes.  Connie tells Paul to start fucking her and I can feel him lifting
off the bed as he fucks her cunt.  Karen has started to moan louder,
incoherent sounds from deep in her throat.  I fuck faster, am almost there.
"Come on, honey, fill her asshole with cum," Connie whispers to me as she
takes a hold of my balls and squeezes.  I'm gone, shooting an explosion of cum
into Karen's ass.  Paul is really bucking now and I back off and see small
globs of my cum spurting out of her anus with his every thrust.  Paul screams
out his orgasm and slowly stops pumping.  My cum is running down over his cock
and balls.  Connie pushes me aside and rolls Karen off of Paul.  She spreads
Karen's legs and buries her mouth in her cum soaked cunt.  I'm out of it and
lay down on the bed.  Karen's orgasm brings me back and I look up to see her
body bucking Connie's head out of her crotch but Connie dives back in. Karen's
screams are loud and piercing.  Connie turns her over and spreads the cheeks
of her ass.  She starts licking her asshole and Karen cums again, "Oooh,
Yea...that's it.  Lick me, suck me.  Oh!  Shit, I'm cummmming. Yea!" The last
I remember is Connie rolling her over and getting on top of her in a 69.
Karen, now a very eager partner, lifts her head and buries her tongue into
Connie's cunt.

It's about eleven on an overcast day, unusual in Southern Nevada.  I think the
phone woke me.  It's Karen.  She is babbling about something - what a great
time she had last night - can she come over tonight - what are Connie and I
doing - etc., etc.  I mumble that I'll call her back.  I hit the shower for a
long time and wander out to get something to eat.  Connie is nowhere to be
seen.  I finally find the note on the coffee table.  She's shopping and doing
lunch with Joyce, back soon.  I get my stash out and roll some numbers as last
night really cut into what I had rolled.  Shit, we must have smoked a couple
of joints apiece.  No wonder I'm so fucked up - oh! well, I torch up a number
and in a while don't care, 'cause I'm feeling pretty good.  I start to tidy up
the condo and even run the vacuum for a while.  The sheets on my bed are a
mess so into the washer they go.

It's about two when I hear some noise in the front room.  Connie and Joyce - -
no doubt.  I finish making the bed and find them sitting on the couch going
through some bags.  They look up as I enter the room and both start talking at
once - shit, they're as stoned as I am.  They start laughing and giggling.
Connie tells me that Joyce took her all over town and they went shopping in
about a million places.  She told me that Karen had called this morning and
wanted to know if she could come over tonight, unfortunately Paul has too
work.  I told her that Karen had called again at about eleven.  I didn't
remember her saying anything about Paul.  Joyce wanted to know who Karen was
and I gave her an edited version - a friend of a friend - definitely not a
high school senior.  Connie says that she has a crick in her neck and asks me
to massage it for her.  I start rubbing her back as the girls continue talking
about their shopping trip.

"Willy, how about getting us some wine, huh?"  Connie starts, "and when you
get back you can give me a foot massage.  My feet are killing me.  How about
you, Joyce?  We'll make Willy our foot slave."

As I return with the wine, I wonder if this has been planned by both of them
or if this is one of Connie's ideas?  The girls have removed their shoes and
rolled up the legs of their jeans, laid back and waiting.  I hand them the
wine and Connie says, "Thanks, Willy, maybe Joyce ought to go first because
she is the guest."

I sit on the floor in front of Joyce and begin to massage her ankles, working
my way down to the soles of her feet.  Connie has lit a joint.  Where she got
it is a mystery to me, maybe that's why I thought we had smoked so much last
night.  Connie is holding it out to me after passing it to Joyce - around and
around it goes.  "You know what we bought to day, Willy?"  I shake my head no
and Connie continues, "You want to see what we bought, Willy?"  I nod yes and
she gets up, unbuttons her jeans and starts to pull them down.  I look up at
Joyce and she has her eyes closed, leaning back against the rear of the couch.
"She's got to be in on this."  I think.  Connie is wearing a very tiny pair of
black lace bikini panties.  "Like'em? - I've decided I need a full leg
massage, Willy.  I think that Joyce has had enough...for now."

"Ah, Come on, I haven't had enough.  It feels so good."

"Don't worry, you'll get another turn," Connie returns.  I move to her and she
places her feet in my crotch and starts to massage my cock and balls.  I start
on her calves.  Her feet become more active in my crotch.  Joyce is looking on
with a surprised smile on her face and now I'm sure that she is not in on
this.  "Why don't you show Willy your panties, Joyce?"  Connie asks.

Joyce hems and haws a bit.  Connie pushes harder, "Ah, come on, Joyce." She
gets up off the couch and starts to lower her jeans.  She is wearing an
identical pair of panties and through the lace I can see her dark pubic hair.
When she is seated Connie reaches for me and pulls my head to her lap.  "Come
on, lover.  Show Joyce what you can do."  I start to lick Connie's thighs.
Joyce starts to get up off the couch saying, "Maybe I better..."  Connie
interrupts her with, "Stay Joyce, Willy is the best."  I continue licking
getting closer to Connie's pussy.  Connie lifts her hips off the couch and I
pull her panties down and drop them on the floor.  She raises a leg and I am
now licking her shaved labia - big long licks from her cunt to her mound.

Joyce exclaims, "Shit, I don't believe this."

Connie says, "Believe it, you're next, honey."  With that she pulls me by the
pony tail out of her cunt and says, "Do Joyce, lover."  I slide over toward
Joyce.  She hasn't moved.  I reach up toward her hips and she raises them off
the couch.  I pull her panties off and drop them next to Connie's. Her crotch
is covered with lots of curly black pubic hair.  I just look at it and rub her
upper thighs.  I push slightly on her thighs and she spreads her legs lifting
one up so that her heel is on the edge of the couch.  The movement causes her
labia to spread a bit, I lower my head to the pink.  I dig my tongue into her
and begin lapping her cunt like a dog.  Long, slow swipes of my tongue.  She
is silent but her thighs are tensing already so I spread her cunt lips wider
with my thumbs and lick up toward her clit.  It's very small, nestled in the
very top of her labia.  I suck on it and Joyce lets out a long, low moan.  I
slide my tongue quickly to her hole and begin tongue fucking her.
"Aaaah...Oh! Yes...Pleasse...Uuugh!"  I look up while teasing her clit and see
that Connie has her blouse unbuttoned and is rubbing her bra covered tits,
kissing and licking her neck.  I sit up and watch, pulling several pubic hairs
from my mouth.  "Oh!  Shit, don't stop."  Joyce rasps.  Connie tells her to
lean forward and unhooks her bra, pushing it up around her neck.  Her tits
fall out of it and perch on her chest.  About the size of large oranges, with
light brown areolae that are very crinkly.  The nipples about the size of peas
and very erect.  "Oh! Beautiful."  Connie moans and captures the closest with
her lips.  I run my hand up her thigh and push a finger into her wet cunt.
Joyce's hips start to fuck back against my hand.  I'm rubbing my cock with my
other hand - I'm hard as stone and want to fuck her.  I stand and drop my
shorts.  Joyce opens her eyes, staring at my cock, and says, "Yea!  Now,
Willy."

Instead I take her hand and pull her up to her feet.  Connie pulls her blouse
and bra off and she is naked.  I lead her to the bedroom and get up on the
bed.  "Come sit on my face, Joyce."  I tell her.  She moves to my head and
kneels with her pussy on my chest.  I grab a pillow and push it behind my head
and start to feast on her pussy.  Licking her clit and tongue fucking her like
crazy.  Connie starts to mount me and I tell her, "Suck my cock, Connie."  Her
mouth is all over me, licking and sucking.  After a few minutes my cock is
covered with Connie's saliva.  "Connie, help Joyce on my cock."  Connie pulls
Joyce back by the arms and she reluctantly leaves my mouth.  I hold my dick
straight up and Connie guides Joyce's hips down.  I rub the head of my dick
back and forth in the folds of her pussy, feeling her soft pubic bush.  I find
her cunt and tell her, "Now."  She lowers herself and throws her head back.
Connie is right behind her and pulls her back so that Joyce is leaning on
Connie's chest.  I thrust up getting all the way in her.  Connie has one of
her tits in each hand, massaging them.  "God, these are firm tities, Joyce."
One of Connie's hands traces lightly over Joyce's abdomen and down into her
bush.  Connie starts to rub her mound in tight little circles, then tells me
to spread her lips.  I work my thumbs on either side of her labia and spread
them.  Connie wets her fingers and starts to massage Joyce's clitoris.  Almost
immediately Joyce begins to move her hips back and forth.  Faster and faster.
Her tits are moving on her chest, her areolae, smaller with goose bumps all
over them.  Her orgasm comes loudly, "Oooh...Aaaah, God, Yeaaa.
Cummmmming...Ooooh."  She slows her hips and I tell Connie to pull her off of
me.  I want to fuck her so bad.  She is on her back with her legs spread.
"Turn over, Joyce, I want to see your ass."  I tell her.  The back of her
thighs are a bit plump and her ass has some dimples in it but this is a grade
"A" butt.  I pull her up by the hips and tell Connie to put me in.  I spread
her cheeks and Connie runs my cock head up and down the valley of her ass
cheeks.  I can see a tuft of black pubic hair around her vagina that trails
off to a light sprinkling of black hair around her asshole.  When Connie has
me lined up I plunge in and begin to fuck her like I'm possessed.  Her ass
cheeks jiggle with each of my thrusts - like jello.  Her head is pressed down
on the bed.  I'm pounding the shit out of her and feel like I can go on
forever, when Connie starts to massage my asshole and plunges a finger in.  My
sphincter tightens on her finger and I blow my load into Joyce's rear end.
"Oh! Fuck," I yell and continue to pump shot after shot of cum into Joyce's
cunt.  Connie pulls me out of Joyce and swallows my shrinking cock.  Joyce has
slid forward onto her stomach and soon Connie has her cheeks spread and is
licking her ass and cunt.  Joyce cums again, even louder than the first time.
"Oooh, God, I'm cumming agaaiin.  Yea...cuuumming."

I roll over in bed looking for Connie.  Parts of yesterday afternoon and last
night drift through my mind as I come fully awake.  She is not here.  I get up
and walk through the house, hitting the head on the way.  The events of
yesterday becoming clearer.  Watching Connie turn Joyce on again and then
Joyce greedily sucking my cock hard as Connie ate her.  Taking turns fucking
them both until...I can't remember.  Later, it seems, Joyce was gone; replaced
by Karen.  Another orgy of sucking and fucking; I really can't remember much
about that.  I see the note on the coffee table, next to it the bottle of oil.

Willy, Had a super time.  Can hardly wait to come again.  Ha!  Ha!  Sorry to
have to leave before you got up.  Will call soon. Always, C P.S.  Thought you
might need the oil.

The Christmas season is upon us.  It has turned cold in Las Vegas - no more
sunbathing on the patio in the afternoon.  Everyone is busy getting ready for
the holidays.  Connie, the high school girl friend of my youth, called to say
that she won't be able to visit until next year some time.  Karen, my high
school friend from the present, and her boy friend, Paul, only visit every so
often.  Joyce, the wife of a friend; what a menage the two of us had with
Connie back in November.  I still get hard just thinking about it.  Well, I've
seen Joyce several times but always with her husband present.  We have flirted
as usual but nothing has come of it.  All the cronies have had get-togethers
or small parties - celebrating the holiday season.  All except Debby and I,
that is.

Debby is the group's divorcee and I am the single male.  I've been widowed for
about three or four years now.  I still feel that the only reason I'm even
invited to the parties and get-togethers is to provide an escort for Debby.
But what the fuck, it gets me out of the house every once and a while.  So I
owe these people a little something and have decided it's pay back time. We're
all in our late forties or early fifties and the parties usually break up
fairly early so how tough can it be.  I've called almost everyone, Jack and
Terry, Tom and Jenny; and am now trying to get a hold of Jeff and Joyce.  I'm
waiting on Debby, mostly because I need a little courage.  We have not
established much rapport plus she has rebuffed all my advances.  I want to be
able to tell her that all of the group will be there.

Joyce answers the phone, "Hello."

"Hey! Joyce, it's Willy. I'm planning on having a little party for all the
cronies and was hoping that you and Jeff would be able to make it."

We talk about the date and time.  Joyce offers to bring a dish.  I tell her
it's not necessary as I'm doing everything myself.  She makes some remark
about everyone better have good medical coverage and then asks if I have
talked to Debby yet.  I say no and tell her I wanted to be sure that everyone
else will be coming before calling her.  Joyce thought it would be a great
idea if I asked Debby to be the hostess with me as the host.  When she was
married she really enjoyed having people over.  Since her divorce, she has not
entertained at all.  I tell her I'll think about it.  After hanging up, I'm
somewhat disappointed - we didn't flirt on the phone at all.

I call Debby and after bullshitting about this and that for about ten minutes
finally come to the point.  I think she was expecting me to ask her out.  Well
anyway, she would be delighted to help me host a party for the cronies at my
place.  When I tell her that she won't have to do anything, I'll do all the
cooking, etc., she sounds somewhat disappointed.  I outline the menu that I've
planned and she immediately asks who is going to cater.  I'm beginning to
think this was a shitty idea and tell her that I'm doing all the cooking
myself.  We end the conversation by agreeing that she should probably come a
little early to check everything out.  "Yea," I laugh, "and get a little head
start on the group."  She doesn't return the laugh and now I'm positive I've
made a big mistake.  Too late now - shit happens.

The party is a great success - no shit - everyone is buzzing around my condo
like they're teenagers.  Debby arrived about an hour early and was dutifully
impressed with the arrangements.  I had refrained from my usual joint before
these events as I figured I would need all my wits about me to bring it off.
I was doing Mexican - cheese crisps and margaritas to start; followed by
cheese enchiladas, refried beans and tortillas for the main course.  I must
admit that I make one fine margarita and it soon became evident that everyone
else thought the same as copious amounts of the potent brew were consumed.
After dinner I had the Beatles' Abbey Road on the Nakamichi and the condo was
full of loud voices and laughter.  Jack, my service buddy - the one who
convinced me to move to Las Vegas, was telling flying stories with a lot of
hand motions.  His wife, Terry, and Jenny, Tom's wife, were laughing in mock
amazement at his antics.  Jeff, Joyce's husband, and Tom were conversing on
the couch with Debby.  The margaritas were still flowing as I stacked the
dinner dishes in the sink to be dealt with later. Joyce came into the kitchen
offering to help clean up.  We were shooting the shit a bit when she casually
mentions, "Jeff's going to be out of town for a while, starting tomorrow..."
She let's the sentence trail off.  I don't say a word partly because she's a
little smashed and partly because I don't want to get my hopes up.  I'm horny
as hell and would really love to spend a couple of nights fucking her brains
out.

"I was hoping that maybe you could drop by and have a drink or something," she
continued.

I can't hold back and return with, "Name the time, I'll be there.

"Say about eight or so tomorrow night.  We're going to be leaving soon and had
a great time, Willy.  Really everyone did.  We'll have to do this again real
soon."

As Jeff and Joyce started to leave everyone else seemed to get the same idea.
It was about ten minutes after nine and all the cronies were gone except for
Debby.  She insisted that she help with the dishes.  She went on to say that
she has a new baby sitter and no longer has to worry about when she gets home.
We soon had the dish washer loaded and were just standing around in the
kitchen.

"Are there any more margaritas?"  Debby asked.

"No, but I'll mix you one."

She said she didn't want one that bad but I started fixing one anyway. She
asked if I used the weights that were out on the patio and we talked a little
about staying in shape.  Debby is very attractive but a bit plump to put it
politely.  Terry says it's menopause.  She is wearing her usual, a warmup
suit.  It hides how big she is, but has a hard time hiding her tits - she IS a
real big girl in the tit department.  She is quite tall, about five eight or
nine, and wears her blond hair long, pulled up into a bun on the back of her
head.  I surprise her by saying, "It's a date then."

"What's a date?"  She asks.

"You and me and the weights and a little running."  She starts shaking her
head no but I continue to pester her until we agree that she'll try it "for a
little while."  We continue to bullshit about when and how often when she
tells me, "But it's not a date, a date is something where you go out, like to
dinner and dancing, or something like that."  I realize that she is a little
smashed.

The Nachamichi is playing some Simon and Garfunkel so I ask her to dance. She
doesn't move but continues to lean against the kitchen counter.  I hop off the
bar stool and take her hand, leading her to the front room.  We start out
dancing conventionally, something like the box step.  She keeps her distance
hardly touching me.  During the next song, I pull her close to me, place both
of her hands on my shoulders and wrap my arms around her waist.  She is thick
around the middle, hardly a waist at all.  I press my cheek against hers - we
have stopped dancing and are now just swaying to the music - I can feel her
breasts pressing against my chest.  I start to rub her back and shoulders. She
says something but I don't understand.  I lean away from her and look into her
eyes.  She starts to say something and I place my lips over hers and snake my
tongue into her mouth.  I pull her closer and feel her breasts flatten out
against my chest.  I can feel them rub against my arms - they are fucking
huge.  I'm rubbing her back and feel her bra strap.  It feels about six inches
wide and cuts some what into the flesh of her back.  This woman is stacked -
maybe a little heavy - but real stacked.  Her tongue starts to become active
in my mouth, fencing with mine.  We kiss for a long time and my cock begins to
grow down the leg of my jeans.  I break the kiss and ask her what she was
going to say.  She is a bit breathless.

"You're going to be disappointed," she says.

"How's that?"

"My ex says that nobody can get it up to go to bed with me, I'm so fat."

I pull her closer and kiss her again.  Her tongue is much more active in my
mouth, her arms now up around my neck.  I begin to grind against her.  My cock
is getting harder and I clench my ass, to pump more blood to it.  When The
Sounds of Silence ends, I move away from her a bit and take her hand, guiding
it to my now very hard cock.  I press her palm against my hardness and squeeze
her fingers around it.  "Looks like your ex is wrong."  I remove my hand from
hers and she starts to remove hers.  "Leave it there and squeeze me, it feels
good."  I lean forward and kiss her again, sliding my hand up under her warmup
jacket onto her bare back.  Her hand is sandwiched between us and I am hard as
stone.  I tell her to keep squeezing my cock as I lick her lips.  I start to
lick her neck, taking small bites of her.  She smells very nice.  Her hand is
squeezing my cock and I can tell she is excited, so I slide my hand down the
back of her warmups and into her underpants.  Her ass is huge, no way I can
get half of one cheek in my hand.  I find the fattest part and squeeze. She
inhales - it's almost a moan.  My tongue has reached her ear and after
frenching it a bit, I whisper, "I can't wait to get you to bed - I want you
right now."

I start to move her toward the bar stool.  Both of my hands are now inside her
underwear grabbing as much of her ass as I can - rubbing her cheeks together.
Her arms are around my neck, I'm grinding my hardon against her lower stomach
as she backs into the bar stool.  I begin to push her warmups down and she
gasps, "We can't do it here."  I laugh, licking some sweat from her upper lip
and say, "Oh, yes we can."  I've got her warmups and panties to her knees and
tell her to get up on the stool.  "Put your rear end right on the edge of the
bar stool, Debby."  I whisper as I pull her running shoes, warmups and panties
off, throwing them on the floor behind us.  She has got her knees together and
the warmup top pulled down over her bush.  Her thighs are covered with a light
sprinkling of short, blond hair.  I bend over and start licking the tops of
her thighs, slowly spreading them apart.  I can smell her now - the somewhat
cloying scent of an excited woman.  When I get her thighs spread about a foot
I force my head between them and take a mouth full of her inner thigh, sucking
lightly.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to eat you, Debby."  I grab one of her ankles and push it up so
that her heel is wedged on the upper bar stool ring.  Her smell is very strong
now.  I can almost feel the humidity between her legs.  I trace my tongue down
the inside of her until I run into a tuft of blond pubic hair growing on the
inside of her thigh.  I pull a bunch of it with my lips and then continue my
tongue toward her snatch.  She is quite hairy; a forest of thin, curly, blond
pubic hair covers her labia.  I run my tongue through it searching for her
slit.  He lips are fat and thick.  I part them with my tongue and burrow my
tongue into her cunt.  "Oh! God! Oh! Oh! My God!"  I force my tongue deeper
into her.  She is very wet, almost sloppy.  I slide my hands between her
thighs and spread her wider, licking up and down her cunt.  She has a very
large cunt with very long labia.  I lick up to the top of her slit looking for
her clitoris, spreading her lips with my fingers.  She is panting - short,
quick, shallow breaths - almost like she's using lamaz during labor.  Fuck, I
freak out, her clit is huge and hard like a pebble.  Somewhat hidden in the
folds of her labia it looks like an uncircumcised penis.  I suck it into my
mouth and her thighs close on my head.  I push them apart and begin to lick
her clit, long swipes, like a dog.  Her thighs are trying to close again, her
panting is almost a chanting and fills the room with sound; somewhat drowning
out the stereo.  The cheeks of her ass and thighs are tensing and relaxing -
her butt can't stay still on the bar stool.

She is still moving when I back away and kick off my shoes.  I drop my pants
and shorts to my knees and begin to stroke my cock.  It has lost some hardness
but is still good to go.  Her eyes are glassy and have that far away look.
She has brought her thighs together and as I spread them I ask her, "Was that
good for you?"  Not getting an answer I step between her spread thighs and
enter her in one quick thrust.  She is very sloppy now.  I pull her other leg
up, wedge it in the upper bar stool ring and begin to fuck her.  She is
totally spread for me and our bodies are slapping together as I piston my cock
in and out of her.  I lean over to kiss her, her mouth is open and she is
breathing very heavily.  "Take your hair down, Debby."  Her hands come up
behind her head and I stop pumping and reach for the zipper on her warmup top.
I slide the zipper down as her blond hair cascades around her shoulders.  She
is a very attractive woman.  I spread her warmup apart and am greeted by the
largest pair of tits I have ever seen.  They are encased in a plain white bra
that has to be at least a "D" cup.  Mounds of her tit flesh escape over the
top of the cups.  I begin to fuck her again and watch them move about on her
chest.

We have been fucking for some time now.  I've got one of those hardons that
you wish you got every day.  I've drank just enough that I'm somewhat
desensitized.  Right now I feel like we could fuck all night, but I do want to
cum and I don't think I'm going to be able to do it here.  I pull out of her
abruptly and help her off of the stool.  She hasn't said a word.  I lead her
into the bedroom  and sit her on the edge of the bed.  "Get naked, Debby." She
pulls the warmup over her head, catching some of her hair in it.  She finally
gets free and reaches behind her to take off her bra.  As soon as it is
unstrapped the cups of her bra sag.  I pull her knees up so that she is lying
on her back and put her ankles around my neck.  I'm back in and fucking her
like shit.  Her tits are all over her chest but still partly covered by her
bra.  "I want to see your tits, Debby."  She pulls the bra aside and slings it
onto the bed.  Oh! Jesus, what tits.  They have flattened out on her chest and
slid to her sides - huge globs of flesh.  With every thrust they jiggle -
that's not true - they don't jiggle - they move, like the ground during an
earthquake.  These huge mounds of tit are topped with the largest areolae I've
ever seen, like the painted nose of a blimp.  Their color is the lightest
brown almost unnoticeable and in each center is a nipple the size of a nickel.

I tell her to squeeze them together and when she does, put my arms on either
side of her shoulder and bend her in half.  I am now pounding her like crazy
and starting to feel my orgasm coming on.  I lean forward and suck as much of
her left tit into my mouth as I can and begin to lick her nipple.  She has
started to throw her head from side to side, digging her finger nails into my
shoulders.  Here I cum, shouting and yelling - I think I scared her as she
tries to get up off of her back.  I keep pumping, spurt after spurt of jizzim
into her cunt.  She is so sloppy now that I slip out of her cunt.  I reach
down put myself back in her and continue fucking her.  I am moaning and
groaning.  The bedroom is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping
together.  I finally come to rest, exhausted.  I look down at her and she is
staring into my face.  I can hardly catch my breath.  "Are you ok?"

"Never felt better."  I return.  I kiss her open mouthed and let my tongue
play over her lips and teeth, finally entering her mouth searching for her
tongue.  I slowly disengage from her and lay next to her.  We are very wet and
it becomes somewhat cool on the bed.  I reach over and grab the bedspread and
pull it over us.  "I'd say your ex didn't try hard enough."

"Oh! God, I've never done the nasty like that."

"The nasty?"

"Yea, that's what I used to call it when he wanted to do it but it's never
been like this.  You were real nasty."

"Yea, that was kind of nasty.  Want to do it again?"

"You've got to be kidding...Oh! Shit, what time is it?  I've got to get home."
She starts to get up and I pull her back down.  I roll on top of her and tell
her I'm not going to let her go.  I'm going to turn her into my personal sex
slave.  She is struggling a bit, but is starting to laugh.  I remind her about
her new baby sitter and go on trying to convince her that we need to shower
and start over again.  She says that we couldn't possibly do that again.  I
say we can.  We're both laughing now.

We are back in bed after showering.  She called the sitter and everything is
cool.  I talked her into having a joint with me before going to shower so we
were both pretty stoned.  The shower was kind of neat as we spent quite a bit
of time in mutual masturbation.  She claimed she had never beat off a guy. I
told her I'd rather eat her pussy.  While drying her off I started to eat her
ass, spanking her a bit to get her to bend over in front of me.  She finally
ran into the bedroom and I chased her - finding her under the covers. I
climbed in from the bottom and started licking and kissing up her legs until I
ran into her bush.  Her legs were spread and I dove right in, sucking her cunt
lips and tongue fucking her like there was no tomorrow.  I shoved three
fingers into her cunt and began to suck on her clit, pumping my fingers in and
out of her as quickly as I could.  She got wet real fast.  Her orgasm
surprised me.  "Aaahhhh.  Oooh! God," is all the sound she made.  My dick
never made it hard again but I did eat her for what seemed like hours.  The
last thing I remember is her saying, "See, I told you we couldn't do the nasty
again."  I asked her what we had been doing and she said, "We're doing the
nastiest, that's better than the nasty."

I arose early as usual and shaved because I had plans to do the nasty before
she left.  I got stoned, cooked some bacon and called her sitter saying that
we were going to breakfast and would be home about noon.  I told the sitter
that she would get double what Debby would pay her and I'd even give her a
ride home.  She laughed and said that she lived in the same complex.  I
laughed and said I'd walk her to her door.  I wandered into the bedroom. Debby
was still asleep.  She rolls over and one of her gigantic breasts exposes
itself.  I start to become hard and lower my shorts to the floor.  I am
stroking myself when her eyes open.  She quickly gets up against he head board
and brings the sheet with her, covering her breasts.  Her eyes are wide open
and staring at my cock.  "What are you doing naked?"  She continues with,
"What am I doing here?"

I look at her skeptically and say, "You don't remember last night, when I
chased you around the front room, tearing your clothes off - making passionate
love to you on the bar stool?"  I go on to tell her that we spent most of the
night in bed together doing the nasty and the nastiest.  She keeps shaking her
head back and forth saying that she has to leave and will I please bring her
clothes.  I point to the chair - her warmups and underwear are folded neatly
on the seat.  She says she can't dress in front of me.  I say she'll have too.
I go on to tell her that I've called the sitter, the boys are fine and she is
to be home by noon.  "I figured that we could shower, do the nasty and eat
breakfast before I take you home."  She's still shaking her head, saying, "No
way."

I move toward the bed and she wants to know what I think I'm doing.  "I'm
going to convince you to do the nasty."  Her eyes get real wide and she keeps
denying that anything happened last night.  I start to pull the sheet down
toward the foot of the bed.  She tells me to stop.  I tell her it's my bed.
She tries to get up and I push her down and mash my lips against hers, pulling
the sheet away from the top of body.  I didn't have to force my tongue into
her mouth.  She kisses back energetically.  When I broke the kiss she was
blushing and blurted out that she remembered everything and was so
embarrassed.  She continued to tell me that she had never done anything like
last night before.  "Good, then it won't be so hard this morning," I said as I
began trailing kisses from her chin to her mammoth breasts.  I continued
beyond her breasts toward her belly and below.  When I reached her bush, her
legs parted and I began to suck and lick on her large labia.  "Oh!  Yes,
please do that."  I stopped and asked her if she wanted me to eat her.  "Yes,
Please."  "Tell me to eat your cunt, Debby."  I kept teasing her labia,
pulling her pubic hair with my lips.  "Come on, Debby, tell me to eat your
cunt."  I spread her thick lips and took one swipe at her clitoris with my
tongue.  Her hips came up off the bed and she yelled, "Don't stop, yes, please
Willy, eat my cunt, please eat my cunt."  I started to chow down, fucking
three fingers in and out of her cunt and sucking her clit until she cums in an
explosive orgasm.  "Uuuugh, Oooooh my God, Aaahhhh, Oh shit, I'm
cuuuming...really cuuming."

I tell her to roll over and begin to lick and kiss her ass.  I straddle her
legs, licking her crack, then rub my hardon up and down the crack of her ass.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, Debby, and you're going to cum again.  Get
up on your knees."  She obeys and I waste no time entering her. Jesus, she is
wet, sloppy wet.  I start to pump - real slow - all the way in and almost all
the way out.  "Want me to go faster, Debby?"  I push all the way in and just
grind against her ass, reaching out and fondling her tits. "Come on, Debby,
tell me what you want."  It was a scream, "Oh! God, come on, Willy, please
fuck me...fuck me fast...fuck me hard...please fuck me." I did.  Pounding her
down onto the mattress, forcing the air out of her lungs. I didn't last too
long, and pumped an explosion of hot cum into her belly. Yelling, "fuck"  over
and over again.  Her orgasm came shortly after mine - not as explosive as her
first one but longer - quick little jerks of her body - - pressing her ass
back against my thrusts.  The pillow smothered her cries. We laid still for a
long time.

The shower was anti-climatic but breakfast was a treat.  She buttered the
toast as I finished the eggs.  We chatted about a lot of things but avoided
the subject of sex.  Debby was in a very good mood when I walked her out of
the condo to her car.  I had dressed to run and was going to run back from her
apartment - about two miles or so.  As we're getting into her car, Jenny, her
best friend, drove by the condo.  Debby and I waved as she drove quickly by
after spying us.  "Well I guess it's no longer a secret," she said.  "You
could always tell her that we just got back from breakfast," I countered.
"Yea, and fat girls get all the dates too."  Yea and pigs fly; I was thinking.

I awoke to the ringing of the phone.  It was five-thirty and I had been asleep
about four hours.  It was Joyce and still groggy with sleep I was afraid she
was going to cancel out on this evening.  She just wanted to make sure that I
was going to bring some of that "awesome" grass that I had.  I assured her
that I never left home without it.  She also wanted to know if I could make it
earlier; her husband was trying for an earlier flight - I could. I showered
and shaved for the second time that day, then spent a while driving around
Joyce's neighborhood - just checking things out.  It always pays to be careful
especially when you're planning to boff some other guy's wife.

She greeted me wearing a white terry cloth robe.  It was belted around her
waist but the top had spread so that I was getting a great view of her
cleavage.  I figured she was naked beneath the robe and followed her into the
den.  She asked if I wanted some wine and left towards the kitchen when I said
ok.  I sat in the easy boy by the patio doors.  She said something in the
kitchen that I didn't hear, came back with the wine and sat on the arm of the
chair.  I had thoughts of pulling her onto my lap, then my face as I was now
sure she was naked under the robe.

"Let's get stoned, Willy."

That sounded good to me so I torched up a joint and handed it to her.  As we
were passing it back and forth, she mockingly asked me, "I hope Debby didn't
tire you out too much last night?"  I told her that we went dancing after the
party and then to breakfast this morning.  "Uh huh," is the only response I
got.  She left the arm of the chair and headed for the kitchen and more wine.
When she returned the terry cloth robe was gone and she was wearing a black
lace apron that barely covered her tits and ended just below her bush.  I
could just make out her areolae and the triangle of her of her dark bush
beneath the lace.  She stopped in the middle of the room and asked if I liked
her outfit.  My cock was starting to get hard and I adjusted it in my jeans.
"I think it's getting the expected response," I said.  She laughed, put both
of the glasses on the end table and leaned down in front of me.  The top of
the apron fell down and I could plainly see both of her tits.  Nice apple size
tits topped with light brown areolae and nipples the size of pencil erasures.
They were erect.  I could smell her perfume.  I reached for her breasts and
she backed away.

She was backing across the room toward the couch; I got up and followed,
taking off my shirt, kicking off my shoes and undoing my jeans.  She pushed
the coffee table aside and pulled the apron off over her head.  My pants and
shorts were off and now we were both naked.  She sat on the couch and brought
both heels up under her ass then spread her knees giving me a great shot of
the curly black hair that surrounded her cunt.  I moved closer, stroking my
cock.  She was staring at it and said, "Eat me first, Willy."  I dropped to my
knees and dug my hands under her ass.  God, she has a great ass, a little
plump but a great shape.  I lowered my face to her cunt and she smelled great
- - freshly washed.  I began to lick through her curls and found her lips
slightly spread.  I lanced my tongue into her slit and started to lick the
entire length from cunt to clit,  stopping every third or forth trip to suck
on the small pebble.  I eased my thumb into her cunt and slid my fingers down
the crack of her ass, sliding the hand back and forth which forced my thumb in
and out of her and rubbed the knuckle of my hand over her anus.  She was
starting to pant as I started to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.
When her hips came up off the couch, I sucked the nub of her clitoris into my
mouth and pumped my thumb in and out of her cunt.  "Oh! Shit, Willy, I'mmmm
cuuumming...Oh! God, iit's sooo gooood."

After her movement subsided, I stood, sucking the thumb that had been in her
cunt and stroking my cock with my other hand.  "Suck my cock, Joyce, make it
nice and wet like your pussy."  I held out my hand and she rose a bit and
rubbed her hands up my thighs, her mouth about three or four inches from my
dick.  I could feel her breath on my cock and guided her mouth to it.  Her
mouth was dry but she quickly worked up some saliva and was soon pumping her
lips up and down my shaft.  I started to rock my cock back and forth with her
movement.  As much as I wanted to blow my load in her mouth, I wanted to fuck
her worse.  I pulled out of her mouth and told her to get on her knees.  She
scrambled into position and I moved behind her.  "Spread your ass, Joyce."  I
rubbed my dick up and down the crack of her ass from her anus to her cunt,
letting a bit of my cock enter her cunt on each trip.  Her hands are spreading
her cheeks.  I could see the pelt of black pubic hair surrounding her cunt and
follow it as it trailed off to a light sprinkling of black hair around her
asshole.  I was tempted to force my cock in her asshole but instead slammed it
into her cunt and began to fuck her like crazy - pumping my cock in and out of
her as fast as I could.  I knew I wouldn't last long but didn't care she had
already cum and I was dying to shoot my load in her cunt.  "Here it comes,
I'mmm cummming...Oh! Fuck."  I kept pumping long after I was done and grinding
my cock around inside her.  From the way I felt I was sure I could get it up
again...and the phone rings.

Joyce leans forward to pick up the phone and breaks our connection.  My cock
is coated with our juices and I spread the cheeks of her ass and see our cum
dribbling out of her cunt onto the couch.  She looks back at me as she calmly
talks into the phone.  I don't realize until now how stoned I am.  She hangs
up the phone and says, "Shit, Jeff is on the way back - he couldn't get out."
I'm terrified now and jump off the couch.  I'm wiping my dick with my
handkerchief and notice that she hasn't moved, her ass is still sticking up in
the air.  I start to laugh and she asks if I can let myself out.  I'm almost
dressed and say sure.  She still hasn't moved.

I'm now on the sidewalk, just casually strolling toward my car.  It's parked
about a block away.  I'm no longer paranoid - I'm away clean - but the whole
scene doesn't make any sense to me.  I keep walking, what the fuck I'm stoned
- then I remember the drapes and turn back toward the house.  The side gate to
the yard is not locked and I ease in, grateful that the gate doesn't make any
noise.  I creep around the corner of the house and up onto the patio. The
sliding glass door on the patio is open and I can hear the sounds of fucking
drifting out onto the patio.  Joyce is moaning and groaning, egging her
husband on, "Come on, Jeff, fuck me, harder.  Yea, come on, honey."

I stand in the open door way and watch.  Joyce doesn't appear to have moved
and Jeff is fucking the shit out of her doggie style.  Jesus, is he hung - -
he is pounding what I think is about eight or nine inches in and out of her
like a mad man.  I don't have long to wait and shortly am greeted with both of
their orgasms.  Joyce looks back at him and says, "God, Jeff, that was...Oh !
Shit."  She notices me.  "Oh, my God," she cries but nobody moves.  Jeff
finally disengages from her, his very long, thick cock, slimy like mine was no
more than ten minutes ago.  Joyce has buried her head in her arms and slid to
her stomach on the couch.  "How about throwing me my robe, Willy?"  Jeff asks.
I toss it to the couch and pick up the wine that Joyce brought me earlier.
Joyce gets up and runs from the room as Jeff puts on his robe.  What the fuck,
I torch up a joint.

"Well, you caught us, I guess."

"Turn around is fair play, I guess."  I return.

I offer Jeff the joint and he accepts.  We both hear the shower go on up
stairs.  I sit and we both look at each other.  He says that he likes to watch
his wife fuck other guys and after what she told him about what went on with
Connie several weeks ago, they were both dying to set me up.  He almost
apologized.  He went on to say that this was only the second time that they
had been able to set it up.  The first time was with a young associate of his
at the office several years ago.  I waved him off and said, "Hey, shit man!
You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm as perverted as the next guy and
really get off on watching too."  We fall silent for a moment and then I ask
if Joyce is pissed off.  Jeff says no, just embarrassed.  Her affair with the
associate became almost common knowledge when all of them almost got caught by
his wife.  I said, "The three of you?"  "Oh, no," he said, "the woman came to
the house one night when the two of them were getting it on and I was
watching."  He went on to say that he saved the evening by saying that the
associate was over to do business, but the young man then knew that Jeff had
been watching all those times and then fucking Joyce after he left.

"I suppose then it's out of the question for us to go up stairs and cheer
Joyce up a bit?"

"Both of us?"  He asks.

"Sure, why not?  She really got off on Connie and I together, and that was two
girls; she'll probably get off more on two guys."  Who the fuck am I kidding?
But being stoned does have it's advantages.

We sat on the couch for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. Finally he
got up and said, "I'm a player."  We dropped into the guest bathroom down
stairs and washed our cocks.  Why?  I really don't have a clue other than Jeff
thought it would be a good idea.  He brings up Debby.  I shrug it off.  He
insists saying, "I've always thought she would be a hot piece of ass and have
often thought of doing her and Joyce together."  I laugh and say, "Well, last
night was pretty cool, but I'm sure she's not ready for something like this."
He laughs and says, "They all are, given the right circumstances."  We leave
it at that and bounce up the stairs.

Joyce is in bed with the lights off when Jeff bursts in the door and exclaims,
"Hope you're still horny, honey."  The lights go on, Joyce sits up and blurts
out, "Oh! Jesus!"  We both pile on the bed, one on each side of her.  I torch
up another joint and we start passing it around, flicking the ashes on the
floor.  I'm real stoned by now and they are catching up.  We just giggle and
laugh a lot, talking about Debby and me.  I feel picked on so I reach over and
pull Joyce's top over her head.  Her nipples are erect.  She leans over and
kisses me and it starts.  She is soon as naked as we are.  I'm between her
legs eating her bearded clam and Jeff is up on his knees getting his cock
sucked.  She wants to get fucked and Jeff is quick to get her on her knees and
into her doggie style.  I slide around on the bed and present her with my cock
- she starts gobbling and now she has both of us.  From the sounds filling the
bedroom this is going to be another long night.  Let me see, what do I have to
do tomorrow...?

It's a cold February in Las Vegas but the sun shines every day and that keeps
the doldrums away.  Debby has stuck to the workout schedule that I outlined
for her and has lost close to twelve pounds.  She looks great and said that
even her ex asked what she had been doing the other day.  She has also got in
the habit of showering at my place after each workout and that usually leads
to another type of work out.  It's Thursday afternoon and I'm on the phone
with Debby.  She left my place this morning after her usual workout and was in
a great mood but now is totally pissed off because she just got a ticket.  She
goes on to tell me that the cop that gave her the ticket was real young and
good looking.  So she put on her best smile and tried to get out of the ticket
by promising him anything.

"You actually said that?  No shit.  What did you expect him to say, 'Ah, yea,
lady, I'd like to see your tits.'"

"Well, I thought he might let me off if I flirted with him a bit."

I laugh and tell her that she's lucky the cop didn't take her in for
soliciting or attempting to bribe an officer.  She ends our conversation in
the usual way, by confirming our next workout.  I think she's afraid that
she'll walk in on me banging some other woman.  Unfortunately the odds of that
aren't very high right now.  Other than an occasional menage with Jeff and
Joyce, my sex life is totally devoted to Debby at present.  Not all bad but
Debby could be a little more uninhibited when she gets out of her clothes. She
still hasn't come close to giving me head and I need that to get it up every
once and a while - ok, for seconds most of the time and thirds all the time.
Yea, and if I spend a lot of time eating her I could use some help the first
time too.

After talking with Debby, I wander back out to the weights and while lifting,
come up with a terrific idea.  I call a costume shop out on the Strip - yes -
they do carry police officer uniforms.  I shower and smoke a joint, refining
my idea.  Next thing I know, I'm coming out of the costume shop with the
uniform and heading for the Porno shop where I rent videos.  I find just what
I want and am back home and on the phone with Debby.  We usually don't talk
much on the phone so she is a bit surprised.  I want to know if she can come
by tomorrow as I have a surprise for her.  She tells me that the girls are
going out to lunch and she couldn't possibly make it until two or so.  I tell
her we'll make an evening of it, so she better get a sitter.  We ring off and
I remember I forgot to tell her to park in the garage.  So I call back and
give her the word - short term memory loss; now, I wonder where I get that?

I can hardly wait for her to arrive.  I've been dressed in the uniform since
one - refining it I tell myself.  Instead of a night stick, I've got a twelve
inch, mammoth, rubber vibrator stuck in my belt.  Shit, it's huge - about
eight inches around with a million speeds and a whole bunch of small nodes all
around it.  I'm wearing the hat, hand cuffs and the badge; I've even got my
aviator glasses on.  Man, I really do look like a cop.  Shit, I'm real stoked.
It's about two-fifteen and I've been pacing the front room for half an hour or
so when I see her round the corner up the street.  I rush into the garage and
raise the electric door.  I stand at the rear of the garage and motion her in.
When her car is all the way in I close the door and slowly walk around her
car.  Debby is laughing like a fool and just sitting in her car.  I approach
the driver's door from the rear.  The garage is illuminated by just a hundred
watt bulb hanging from the ceiling and there are lots of shadows.

When I reach the driver's door, she has her hands behind her head letting her
hair down.  She has long blond hair that reaches the middle of her back, but
most of the time wears it up.  She knows I like her hair free flowing,
especially when we have sex.  She has a clue.  This is going to be a fantasy
repeat of yesterday's traffic stop.  Debby is a large woman, about five foot
six or seven and big boned.  She has got the largest pair of tits I've ever
seen but everything else is pretty large also.  She looks much better today
than she did at Christmas when we first did the "nasty" as she likes to call
it.  She is wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons undone and there
is a lot of cleavage showing.  I'm sure she just unbuttoned her blouse as she
would never be seen in public this way.  She has also got her skirt hiked up
to mid thigh.  I'm getting hard thinking about what we're going to do.

She starts to roll down the window and I tell her, "I need to see your
license, mam."

She is still giggling, almost laughing as she searches for her license.
"What's the problem, officer?"

I look at her driver's license.  "Ms. Little, didn't I just stop you the other
day for speeding?"

"Why yes, officer, but I wasn't speeding today...Was I?"

"I had you clocked at twenty-five in a fifteen zone, mam."

"Oh! Officer, I just can't get another ticket...I'll do anything, officer,
anything..."

"Ms. Little, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car."

I step away from the door to allow her out.  She brushes her tits up against
my chest as she closes the door behind her and leans against the door facing
me.  I tell her that I'm going to have to frisk her for weapons as this is
standard procedure.  She giggles, looking down at the tent in my crotch. "What
ever you want, officer."  I motion her down to the front of the car and tell
her to place her hands on the hood and spread her legs.  Her skirt has dropped
down to just above her knees and she can only get her legs about a foot apart.
She is leaning with her hands on the hood and pushing her ass back towards me.
I place my hands on her hips and begin to move them up her waist.  "Oh!
officer..."  I soon have both of her tits in my hands.  I should say that I've
got as much of her tits as I can get in my hands.  "Officer, is this the usual
procedure?"  I move my hands to the buttons of her blouse and start
unbuttoning the remaining buttons.  Once that is done I take a hold of the
cups of her bra - God, are they huge.  I am grinding a very hard cock against
her ass and she is grinding back.  I pull her blouse and her bra straps down
over her shoulders and tell her to free her arms.  She pulls her arms out of
her clothing and now just has the bra around her chest without the shoulder
straps, with her blouse hanging out of the waist band of her skirt. I'm
licking and nibbling on her shoulder and whisper to her, "Are you sure you'll
do anything, Ms. Little?"

"Oh! Yes, officer...anything."  I reach down and grab the hem of her skirt,
lifting it and her blouse above her waist and tuck them into her waist band.
She is wearing a panty girdle and panty hose, I suspect.  I soon have the
girdle and panty hose down around her knees.  Her legs have been forced
together, so I squat down and run my tongue up and down the crack of her ass.
She starts to straighten up.  I slap her ass, the noise echoing through the
garage, and tell her to get back on the hood.  I now have the girdle and hose
around her ankles, I tell her to step out of them.  She does.  "Spread'em,
Debby."  Enough of this Ms. Little shit.  Her legs are now spread about two
feet apart.  I spread the cheeks of her ass and begin to suck on her cunt
lips.  They're covered with lots of curly blond pubic hair and are very long,
hanging down between her legs.  She is very wet and smells very excited.  I
run my tongue up to her asshole and lick the downy blond hair around it.
"Ooooh!" she screeches.  I stand and while freeing the vibrator, push three
fingers into her cunt.  "Stay on the hood, Debby."  I command.

I shift to her side and holding her cunt lips apart with one hand; slide the
tip of the vibrator into her with the other.  "Oh! My God," she squeals. I
start working the vibrator in and out of her slowly.  "Jesus, what is it," She
gasps.  "Just keep it in you, Debby, ok?"  She nods her head.  I've turned on
the juice and it starts vibrating.  "Ooooh, shit if you keep this up, I'm gona
cum."  I pull her arms behind her and cuff her wrists. "Oh! Shit, what are you
doing?"  I order her to stand and turn around.  She is facing me and I can see
about half of the vibrator sticking out of her thick blond pubic patch.  The
cups of her bra are just covering the bottoms of her breasts, the areolae
partially visible.  "Squat down, honey," I tell her. When she does, her head
is level with my crotch.  She is looking down between her legs at the vibrator
sticking out of her cunt as I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants.  My cock is
very hard and pointing just above her head; she looks up, her eyes wide.  I
step between her spread knees and rub my cock against her cheek.  "Anything,
Debby?"  "Anything..."  She says.  "Lick the tip, Lover."

She does and is soon licking my entire cock, from balls to tip, like it's a
pop cycle.  I've entwined my hands in her hair, pulling her face to my groin.
The combination of seeing her hand cuffed, squatting in front of me licking my
cock is too much.  "Suck it, Debby."  Her mouth opens and I stick my dick in
it.  Her lips close around my shaft and I'm pumping, holding her head in my
hands, my fingers still wrapped in her hair.  I throw my head back and start
to cum, pumping my gisim into her mouth.  She's making a gurgling sound and
I'm still cuming.  Oh!  Shit is this good, better than I ever imagined.  I
yank her to her feet and mash my lips to hers.  There is seamen dribbling down
her chin onto the tops of her breasts.  I'm licking it off her chin and
forcing my tongue back into her mouth.  She's shaking; I think she's cuming
too.  I pull up my pants, pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.  I pull
her blouse up over her shoulders and quickly strip my uniform off.  I unlock
her hand cuffs and tell her to stay where she is.  I jump onto the bed and
lying on my back tell her to strip.  She is quickly naked and moving toward
the bed.  "I need to be fucked, Willy."  "Get me hard, Debby.  Suck me again."

She's on her knees between my legs sucking all of my spent cock into her
mouth.  I'm getting hard.  "Rub your tits on my cock, Debby."  Her tongue is
in my belly button and I'm humping the tit meat that has engulfed my hardening
cock.  I pull her by the hair so that our mouths are together, rolling her
onto her back.  Her legs are up around me and I'm in her, fucking her like
crazy.  Pumping her hard.  I'm fully hard now but don't feel the desire to
cum, just yet.  I push myself onto my knees, keeping us connected.  I slow my
pumping and reach for the bottle of oil on the night stand, tossing it to her.
I tell Debby to pour oil on her tits and rub it all over them.  "Keep playing
with your tits."  She is twisting her nickel sized nipples between her thumbs
and index fingers.  I'm pumping her cunt for all I'm worth.  "Debby, I want to
fuck your tits, lover, push them together."  I'm up over her legs and sliding
my cock between her tits.  I'm fucking them.  Jesus, I'm going to cum again.
It's nowhere near the orgasm I had earlier but I can see some of my seamen
leaking out of the top of her pressed together breasts onto her chest.  I'm
spent - totally fucking wiped out.  I roll off her and crash.

The next week goes by like a flash.  Debby wants to practice the "nastiest of
nasties" as she calls it after each workout.  She has developed a craving for
the large vibrator that we used last Friday and if I wasn't getting my brains
sucked dry every other day, I'd be jealous.  Jeff, one of the cronies, calls
after dinner on Thursday and as we talk I get the impression that he knows
quite a lot of my activities with Debby.  His wife, Joyce, is also on the
phone and soon they are both giggling about what's going on - mentioning
Officer Tamarack and hand cuffs.  I soon learn that Debby has told her best
friend, Jenny, about last Friday - not all of it but enough that Jeff and
Joyce now have the big picture as Jenny has blabbed it to them.  They make a
offer that is hard to refuse.

It's Saturday morning and after our weight training Debby and I jog for a
couple of miles.  I vary the route so that we jog past Jeff and Joyce's place.
They're out working in the yard - yea, right.  They invite us in for some
refreshment and soon we're all on the patio sippin' brewskis, when Jeff asks
if we want to get stoned.  We are soon passing around one of my joints.  Debby
expresses surprise that they get high.  I loose a whole lung full of smoke and
start laughing - everything is going as planned.  Joyce wants us to share the
hot tub with them.  Debby says she couldn't possibly do that as she doesn't
have a suit.  Joyce says she wasn't planning on wearing one.  After some
hemming and hawing Debby agrees to get in if the "boys" go inside and then get
in after them.  Debby closes her eyes as Jeff and I get in.  We're back to
passing around another joint and are soon very high.

Joyce starts telling us all about the time Jeff "broke" into the house and
played burglar.  Only he didn't steel anything but tied Joyce to the bed,
blindfolded, and then had his way with her.  She goes on to say something
about that being almost as good as "Officer Tamarack."  Debby's hand tightens
on my thigh; I can feel her staring at me.  Jeff and Joyce are laughing, Debby
is not.  "Willy, did you tell them?"  Joyce tells Debby to chill out.  "We
heard it through the grapevine," says Joyce.  "The only person I told was
Jenny, so it had to be Willy."  "Well, Willy didn't tell us."  There is a long
silence.  The pressure on my thigh subsides.  Debby is embarrassed.  She
apologizes for jumping to conclusions and expresses amazement that Jenny
"spilled the beans."  We're now into our third joint and still sippin'
brewskis.

I've got my arm around Debby's shoulder and turn to kiss her.  It's a long
kiss with my other hand coming over to caress her breasts.  When we come up
for air, Jeff is standing and sliding his cock in and out of Joyce's mouth.
Debby and I are both staring at the spectacle.  I pull Debby's mouth back to
mine.  Her kissing is much more enthusiastic.  We break again and watch the
fellatio across the hot tub.  Jeff's hands are now guiding Joyce's head - her
lips are sliding up and down on his turgid cock.  I tell Debby to hop up on
the side of the hot tub and when she does; I spread her legs and begin to lick
up the insides of her thighs toward her pussy.  I soon have my tongue buried
in her cunt, licking her clitoris and sucking her labia.  I glance up and
notice that her eyes are riveted behind me.  I continue eating and Debby
continues staring.  Jeff's body is covered by a thick pelt of dark curly hair.
His lower body is a jungle of black pubic hair with his long, hard, veined
cock jutting out of his crotch.  He pushes Joyce's mouth away from his cock
and turns towards us.  His cock is huge, about eight or nine inches, the head
looks like a helmet.

"Mind if I cut in?"  I glance up at Debby, she has the thousand yard stare but
it is riveted on Jeff's crotch.  I move out from between Debby's knees and
Jeff moves in.  She is leaning back on her arms and when he pokes his dick in
her she throws her head back, moaning, "Oh! God."

"I've always wanted to fuck some blond pussy."  And fucking her he is - like
crazy.  Joyce has jumped up on the side of the hot tub.  I look over at her
and she has her heels up on the decking with her knees spread - I don't need
an invitation.  I swim over to her and bury my face in her black haired cunt,
every once and a while looking over at Debby and Jeff.  She is bucking her ass
up off the side of the hot tub - his cock is pistoning in and out of her.  I
can see it is glistening with her juices.  Fuck, I want seconds and get to my
feet, motioning Joyce back into the hot tub.  She engulfs my limp dick and
starts to nibble.  I'm forced to look over my shoulder at Jeff and Debby
fucking, so I lift Joyce and move her next to Debby.  I can now glance to my
left and watch Debby getting the shit fucked out of her while Joyce gobbles my
cock.  Jeff is still ramming his dick in and out of Debby.  I've never seen
him last this long but then Debby does have a rather large vagina. Debby's
ankles are now up around Jeff's neck and he is still pumping like "all get
out."  Suddenly he throws his head back and screams out, "I'm cumming. Oh!
Shit, I'm shooting...Uughh...Ughuh...Oh! Fuck...Good."  Debby is not far
behind and I believe that her orgasm embarrasses her as she tries not to make
too much noise, "Mmmmm...Uh...Oooooh...Ummmmmmm."  Jeff is still pumping her
when I tap him on the shoulder.  I'm sporting a rock hard cock and can hardly
wait to get into her.  Jeff lowers Debby's legs and steps aside.  I spread
them and rub my dick in her stretched twat.  She is sopping wet with their
cum.  Her pubic hair is matted with seamen and her outer lips are spread like
butterfly's wings.  Gobs of cum are rolling down the crack of her ass toward
her asshole.

That I ease my cock into her is an understatement.  Jeff has really reamed her
out.  I lift both of her legs up on my chest so her ankles are around my neck
and start fucking her.  After a few moments I push her thighs back onto her
chest and climb up onto her.  Fucking her like a mad man now - as fast and as
hard as I can.  She is cuming again, throwing her head back and forth on the
deck of the hot tub.  Debby is not embarrassed this time and screams out her
orgasm.  "Aaah...Yea, come on fuck me...Uugh, faster."  Suddenly I'm there.
Pumping another load of seamen into her cunt.  I come to rest and let her legs
slide down off of me.  I hear her feet splash into the hot tub. Joyce was the
first one to say anything, "It's too bad your ex wasn't here to see that."  I
get up off of her and slide into the warm water.  Debby starts laughing, "No
shit, he wouldn't call me frigid anymore, would he?"

We're all back in the water, passing around another joint or the remains of
the last one, I can't remember.  Joyce tells us all it's now her turn. Jeff
says he wants seconds so I hop up on the side of the hot tub and motion Debby
over to me.  "Get me hard for Joyce, honey."  She hesitates a bit and Jeff
tells her, "Go for it, Debby."  Joyce is sitting next to me and Jeff is
between her legs eating her.  She can't break eye contact with the cunnilingus
going on to our right so I pull her head into my crotch.  She gets the idea
and is soon sucking my cock.  Joyce is egging us all on, saying she wants to
get fucked.  It takes me a while but I'm now hard enough to get in Joyce and
push Debby's head out of my crotch.  Joyce scrambles up on the deck onto her
knees and I move right behind her, pushing her down so that her ass is up in
the air.  I can't ever remember fucking Joyce other than doggie style.  She
has the nicest ass.  I spread her cheeks, tell Debby to take a hold of my cock
and put it in Joyce.  Debby is real hesitant and doesn't move until Joyce begs
her, "Hurry up, Debby, I want to get fucked...Come on, honey."  I'm gazing at
Joyce's asshole wishing I had the balls to poke her there...someday, I'm
thinking.  Debby finally positions my hardon into Joyce's bush and I push it
into her.  She is nice, very wet.  I start fucking her, keeping her cheeks
spread and watching her lightly haired asshole wink at me.  I look up to see
where everyone else is and find Debby sucking on Jeff's rapidly expanding cock
so I place my thumb on Joyce's anus and put a little pressure on it.  I suck
on my thumb for a bit getting it all slick with saliva and this time poke
about half of it into her ass.  She starts bucking back against my cock and
the digit I've got buried in her asshole.  Jeff tells me not to take all day
or he'll cum in Debby's mouth.  Debby tells him he better not.  I'm pumping
for all I'm worth now and real close.  Joyce reaches back between her legs and
takes a hold of my balls and starts scratching behind them.  That does it for
me.  I push my cock and thumb into her as far as I can and let her cunt milk
me dry.  Jeff is anxious and already up beside me so I pull out of Joyce and
get back in the tub with Debby.  We float to the other side and watch as Jeff
pounds his dick in and out of Joyce's up-raised behind.  He doesn't last very
long and both of them are soon cuming.

Debby and I hardly jog back to my place.  She is still steamed that Jenny told
Jeff and Joyce about the "police officer" stunt.  I tell her to chill out that
everything ended up ok, didn't it?  She goes through the, "I can't believe I
did that" routine.  She usually does after the first time we do something
different.  She readily admits that she was real turned on watching and
getting fucked by two different guys, saying that she really did wish her ex
was there and got to watch.  I'm not to sure I want to be there when that
happens.  Debby is turning into a very sexy woman and could probably get a lot
better than me.  As it is we're fucking about four or five times a week.  It
used to be me initiating the action but as often as not it is now her.  She
tells me that Joyce has invited her over for dinner tomorrow and asks if I'll
be pissed if she goes.  "Of course not," I tell her, but I am kind of pissed
that I'm not invited.  We part in good spirits.

Debby calls the day after going to Jeff and Joyce's for dinner.  She doesn't
mention it - I don't ask.  I wonder what they ate??  Instead she talks about
Jenny.  The fact that she told Jeff and Joyce about "Officer Tamarack"
obviously has really bugged her.  She asks if I'll do her a favor. Of course I
will, after all this is my only steady piece of ass.

"Great!  Well, I've told Jenny that you and I are not seeing too much of each
other."

"Is that the way it is now?"  I ask.

"Of course not, silly, but I want her to think that it is.  Her husband and
her are not getting it on too much and I know that she is dying to do the
"nasty" with you."

"How do you know that?"

"We share a lot.  I tell her things and she tells me things."

"And she has told you that she wants to get it on with me, right?"  I'm having
a hard time believing this as Jenny hardly speaks to me.  This was especially
true before Debby and I started seeing each other.

"Well, not exactly but I'm pretty sure that she will put herself in a position
where you'll make a pass at her."

Well, I'm not convinced but agree to call Debby if Jenny calls me.  Debby
assures me that Jenny will call.  Several days go by and as I expect nothing
happens.  Debby calls Friday afternoon and says that tomorrow is the day.  I
think she has been smoking too much of my dope.  She conveys to me that she
told Jenny that Joyce and her are going shopping in Barstow tomorrow right
after her workout.  I'm somewhat disappointed as the sex we've had since Jeff
fucked her has been luke warm at best.  I had fantasies of fucking her out on
the patio during our workout tomorrow.  She rings off telling me to call her
if Jenny calls.  Yea, and pigs fly.

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