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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).
Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them;
everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching
for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
To Live Is Good
Part Three
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
The minute Dorthy left, I left Carol to do the wash and headed for the
Smith's up on Sunset. I spent an hour or so shopping and arrived back with
lots and lots of bags of groceries. Carol and I put the groceries away and I
started cooking. Carol kept kidding me about Dorthy Abernathy with comments
like, "Am I gona have to share you with her ?" - "Does she do girls, too ?" -
"Does she give good head ?" Each time I would chase her around the front
room
or kitchen and give her a whack on the fanny. Each time she'd come back with
another comment.
I asked Carol to call Karen's number before Dorthy arrived. I didn't
expect her to be there but wanted Carol to ask for her best friend, Monica's,
where-abouts. Carol did as she was asked and after what seemed like ages,
started writing a number on a pad of paper by the phone. I dialed it as soon
as she hung up.
"Hello."
"This is Willy Tamarack. Is Monica there ?"
"No...She's got class 'till...Hey ! Peggy Sue, what time does Monica get
home ?" There was a long pause and I could hear someone talking a long way
off. "She usually gets home about four or four-thirty."
"How about telling her Willy called. I'll call her tonight about nine."
I figured that Dorthy would be gone by then.
When I got off the phone, Carol asked. "Now, who's this Monica ?"
"You don't remember...The weekend we went up to Connie's cabin...The
young
lady we spent the night with and performed all types of perversions with !
Come now, you must be smoking too much dope, Carol."
"Oh ! That Monica...You sure have a lot of girl friends, Mr. Tamarack."
"Just trying to keep up with you, Miss Whitouski."
Dinner with Dorthy went splendidly. She got mildly smashed and I walked
her home, fully expecting Carol to rib me unmercifully when I got back. I
wasn't disappointed.
I called Monica as soon as I got back from Dorthy's. The phone was
picked
up on the first ring with a very tentative, "Hello."
"This is Willy Tamarack. Is Monica there ?"
"Willy ?? Is this really you, Willy ?"
"How you doing, Monica ? Jesus, you must be a sophomore now. Wow ! How
time flies when you're....."
Monica interrupted me with, "We heard you were dead, Willy. You sure
you're ok ?"
"Couldn't be better, Monica. Did a little traveling and...you remember
Carol ?"
"Sure...she's that friend of your's from the military, right !? That's
the last time I saw you....When she was visiting." Boy ! Did I remember
that
night.
I remembered that I had once invited her flying but hadn't had the time
to follow through. I asked her if she remembered and finally invited her
over
for dinner the following night. I went on to chat with her for a while about
Karen and school. She asked, "Carol gona be there tomorrow ?" I assured her
she would and then Monica told me she could come over tonight. I said that
we
had been traveling a bit and were plum tuckered out. Monica broke the
connection with, "See you tomorrow, Willy."
The next morning I was up bright and early. I called my friend with the
airplane and after shooting the shit with him for a while told him that I was
pretty sure I owed him some money. He agreed. I left Carol at the condo and
drove out to Henderson Sky Harbor. I settled up with my friend and gave him
twenty five hundred dollars - on deposit - because I had stiffed him for
almost two years. I ended up talking him into sitting in the right seat as I
flew the Cessna 172 around the traffic pattern a couple of times. It felt
good to fly again and it wasn't 'till I was on the way back to the condo that
I wondered if my physical was still current.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
I spent most of the afternoon explaining my future plans to Carol and
cleaning house. I was amazed the condo was so filthy. Shit ! No one had
lived in it for almost two years. Carol was curious about what we were going
to do this evening, with Monica. I told her it was a surprise.
Monica arrived about four-thirty. I got the girls to pile in the van
right after she arrived and we headed off to the airport. Both Carol and
Monica were quiet on the way. I was sure it was because they didn't have a
clue where they were going but it may also have been that the only thing they
shared was me and neither of them was too sure of her place. Well, Carol
was,
kind of, but not really. The sun was low on the horizon when we arrived at
the airport. After I did a quick walk around, I put Carol in the back and
Monica in the front next to me.
After take off, I turned to the west and leveled off below the Terminal
Control Area as I headed toward our destination. Both the ladies were
excited, especially Monica who had never flown in a light airplane before. I
turned North once I was clear of McCarran's airspace and in no time we were
climbing toward Mount Charleston. We spent about a half an hour flying up
and
down Lee and Kyle Canyons as the sun set and it started to get dark.
"That's where I want to move to, Carol." I yelled over the noise of the
engine. Carol moved forward to the back of the front seat and put a hand on
my shoulder. "I want you to find us a place up in the mountains...some place
right around here." I was banking the airplane right and left as I flew low
level over the forest.
It was almost dark when we approached Las Vegas again and I requested a
"Strip" tour from approach control. Both Monica and Carol were like school
girls, squealing and pointing here and there, as I piloted the 172 down the
strip at four thousand feet. The lights were almost blinding, twinkling and
flashing on and off - the only Las Vegas, most people ever saw.
On the way back to the condo, I torched up a joint and the three of us
got
pleasantly stoned. We goofed and sipped margaritas as The Byrds played on
the
stereo. Carol cooked some cheese crisps - we had the munchies. I wasn't
sure
how to precede and was a little hesitant to say or do anything. While the
three of us had been intimate with each other before - that was a long time
ago and times were always "a changing."
When Carol went into the kitchen to make another cheese crisp, Monica
scooted over next to me on the couch. "You and Carol gona get married ?"
The
question surprised me as I felt I hadn't treated Carol any differently than I
used to. Maybe Carol had talked with Monica ? I figured not and chalked it
up to women's intuition.
Carol came back from the kitchen and sat next to Monica. "What are you
two conspiring about ?" I started laughing and torched up another joint.
Monica started laughing. Soon all three of us were laughing like school kids.
When it got quiet again, I said. "Carol and I were wondering if you
could
spend the night with us ?" Both Monica and Carol were smiling and then they
looked at each other.
Carol put her arm around Monica's shoulder and said. "There's something
we have to tell you about Willy...." She proceeded to tell her about the
cancer and my sometimes failings in bed. The conversation continued through
dinner. Monica informed us that she was looking for a place to stay for the
Summer as her roommates were all either moving back home or going out of
town.
Carol looked over at me and winked. I invited her to stay with us but said I
wasn't sure how long we would be in the condo. Monica said she could always
move home and visit us on weekends. She had to attend Summer school if she
was going to graduate in three years and that was her goal.
We ended up in the big sunken tub in the bathroom, smoking another
doobie.
Monica was really interested in my scar and spent a lot of time inspecting it
through my sparse pubic hair. It was still growing back from the operation.
She looked over at Carol, who was sitting across the tub, then slid to her
knees at my feet and sucked my soft penis into her mouth. I was real stoned
at the time and it was a few seconds before I realized that it had started.
I reached down and ran my hands through her dark mane of hair. It was
shorter than I remembered. Her tongue was painting my penis and I was
starting to get hard. Monica was digging her tongue right under the crown of
my cock and I started wiggling my ass about on the edge of the tub. Carol
got
up and sat by me, "Having a good time, Mr. Tamarack ?" I just smiled.
I was about three quarters there when Monica got to her feet. The water
cascaded off her body and what a body it was. She was several inches taller
than Carol and a little thicker around the hips. Her breasts stood out
proudly on her chest, just a tensie bit larger than Carol's with large, dark
areolae and nipples, the size of thimbles that stood out about a quarter
inch.
Her bush was dark and thick, like a forest on her lower belly.
"Let's go to bed...now." Whether we were too stoned or too captivated by
Monica's body, Carol and I didn't move. Monica finally grabbed both of us by
the hand and dragged us out of the tub. We spent a few minutes drying each
other off; that's when I kissed her and then Carol and then the two ladies
kissed each other. Our hands started roving over each other's bodies and I
couldn't get enough, rubbing their asses and finally slipping a finger into
each of their pussies from behind. Carol started to go to her knees but I
pulled her up and the three of us walked arm in arm to the bedroom.
To say it was an orgy is probably an overstatement but there was a lot of
sex happening on the big king size bed in Willy's bedroom that night. We
formed a triangle with my head between Monica's legs as she ate Carol and
Carol sucked on my cock. Monica's pussy was wet and juicy when I finally
parted all the hair and buried my tongue in between her cunt lips. She came
very quickly and I could hear her muffled cries as she licked and sucked on
Carol's twat.
It took a while but I was in no hurry. I finally got hard when both of
the ladies started sharing my cock and once hard, wasted no time climbing
between Monica's legs and burying myself in her liquid warmth. She felt
tighter than the last time but that was so long ago. I was in for a ride,
that I was sure of, for as soon as I was settled in her she became wild below
me bucking up to meet my every thrust. I settled on my hands above her and
watched her breasts giggle around on her chest. Occasionally Carol would
lean
over and suck on Monica's nipples or kiss her. It seemed to me that she came
about a hundred times but it may have been the dope.
I finally spent myself and as soon as I slipped out of her, rolled to my
back. Carol was giggling. There were goose bumps all over Monica's chest.
"Willy, get the dildo, honey. I need to get fucked." I jumped off the bed
and came back wearing it. Monica was up on her elbows, her legs still spread
and I could easily see the gash of her pink cunt between her legs.
"Oh ! Willy, that was good." Monica whispered. She was running her
fingers through her pubic hair as if not believing that I hadn't filled her
with semen. It was like she was just coming back to the present. Shit !
I'd
been out of her for several minutes. God ! Was Willy's dope good or what !?
I got on my back and held the dildo up. "Monica...How about eating Carol
while she bounces up and down on this ?" Monica's face lit up as Carol
straddled me and rubbed the head of the rubber cock between the lips of her
cunt. When she filled herself with it, she leaned back and brought her feet
up next to my knees. Her crotch was totally spread and Monica scrambled to
get between our legs.
"Oh ! I can do both of you this way."
Carol laughed, "Come on, Monica. Do me first. You two have already got
off." Then she started thrusting back and forth on the rubber cock that was
strapped to my crotch. In just a few seconds she was going wild, egging
Monica on, as the young lady licked and sucked on her cunt. I brought my
hands around her and pinched and rolled her nipples with my fingers. It
didn't take long and she came.
"Aaaagh....Ooooh ! Fuck...Heeeere I come." She was really riding me and
I was wondering how Monica was managing to keep her face in Carol's crotch.
She finally collapsed on me and I reached down and rubbed my finger up and
down the crease of her cunt, massaging her clit. She shook a little more and
then I felt a warm, wet mouth on the head of my cock. In a few seconds,
Monica was becoming a contortionist. Her lips were sucking as much of my
cock
in her mouth. I was getting hard. The dildo was still in Carol's cunt and I
started thrusting. Monica's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking on my
dick. She was taking more and more of my strengthening cock with each
passing
second.
I pushed Carol off of me and started undoing the dildo straps. I threw
it
to Carol and told her to strap it on. Carol's eye's were slits, whether with
lust or dope; I didn't care. There was a tube of KY on the night stand as
the
dildo often made Carol very dry. I motioned to it and she started slathering
a liberal amount on the rubber cock. Monica's head was bobbing over my
groin.
I watched her lips sliding up and down my now very hard cock. Carol handed
me
the tube of KY when I motioned for it again.
"Carol, I want you to fuck Monica, honey." Carol was more than ready and
pulled her off of my cock. I started beating off with the jelly. Carol
rolled Monica over and was positioning herself between the young lady's
legs.
Monica let out a little scream when Carol poked the dildo into her and then I
was behind them pulling then by their legs to the end of the bed.
Monica had her legs wrapped around Carol's hips and waist as Carol's legs
were now hanging off the bed. I watched her cute butt pump the rubber cock
in
and out of Monica. Monica was going crazy, rolling her head back and forth
on
the mattress and keeping up a litany of expletives. "Monica, spread Carol's
ass." I rasped out. My cock was hard in my hand and got harder as Monica
revealed the jungle of curly growth between Carol's butt cheeks. I laid on
top of them and angled my cock toward where I thought Carol's asshole was.
It took me three tries but I eventually got the head of my cock in her
anus. Then the fun really began. Carol was screaming like it was the first
time I'd been in her ass. I started thrusting in and out of her tight butt.
I could feel Monica's hands still spreading the cheeks of Carol's ass apart.
Carol was no longer thrusting. I was doing all the work. The sweat was
pouring off of me. I could feel it roll down my sides and arms as I pumped
my
cock in and out of Carol's asshole. It seemed like it took me forever to get
off. Both of the girls had cum several times and were frenching with each
other, their moans and groans somewhat muffled as they had their tongues deep
in each other's mouth. My hips were a blur and then I was there.
"Oooooh ! Shit...Fuck...Shit...Fuck ! I'mmmm fucking cuummmming !" I
screamed as my entire body shook with the intensity of my orgasm. Carol's
asshole was spazaming around my cock, forcing it out of her anus, when I
became aware of the surroundings again. I was spent and fell to the floor.
Later I woke between the two women. I saw the dildo on the night stand, the
shaft still slick with Monica's cunt butter or maybe it was KY ?
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
The three of us were very subdued the next morning. Monica blew off
class
and we spent a quiet morning snuggling in bed. I brought up "Wildman" and
Carol got real excited, telling Monica about him. Monica was sure Carol was
bullshitting her about the size of his dick so I went and got one of the
tapes
and we watched "Wildman" fuck the shit out of that little blond thing. This
time "Wildman" was her teacher, giving her extra instruction. Both of the
girls got horny watching the tape and tried to talk me into fucking them.
I laughed as I scampered out of bed, "You two damn near killed me last
night. I'm saving myself for tonight. I don't want to be a limp dick at
Gary's and that's what I'll be if I allow you two to get your hands on me."
I
headed to the shower and when I got out; found Monica, with the dildo
strapped
to her, fucking the living shit out of Carol - doggie style. I went to fix
breakfast, maybe it was more like lunch. If I stayed and watched, I knew I'd
join them.
The ladies joined me about an hour later. Carol said the young thing
couldn't keep her hands off of her. Monica yelled, "Bullshit ! I think it
was the other way around, honey. You can't keep your hands off this dynamite
bod of mine." Carol slapped her on the butt and the three of us ate in
silence, sharing a day old newspaper. I thought, maybe I was in paradise.
A couple of hours later, I called "Wildman." We shot the shit for a
while
and when I came back into the kitchen I said, "Well, ladies, there might be a
change of plans. 'Wildman' is back with his wife and his son is living with
them. He's a sophomore in high school."
Carol started laughing uncontrollably, "Well, Willy, what's good for the
goose is good for the gander, honey. You can't count on your toes and
fingers
the number of high school sophomores you've done, I bet. Plus, if his name is
Al ? That's the name on those other tapes, Monica. I bet he's as hung as
his
dad...What do you say Monica ?"
"Yummy ! I can almost taste him now, plus he's probably not as big as
his
dad. A good warm up !" She was giggling and we weren't even stoned yet.
"Aah...Ladies, what about mom ?" Silence filled the kitchen. "Hey !
Carol where'd you put the Hornitos that we brought through customs ?" I
yelled back to them as I rummaged around in the liquor cabinet. I was eager
to go. I wanted to deliver the tapes to "Wildman" and thank him for doing a
favor for Carol while I was traveling about. We were soon in the van heading
up Frenchman's Mountain.
Close to an hour after talking to "Wildman" on the phone; Carol, Monica
and I were standing on Gary's front porch, ringing the door bell. Monica was
holding two boxes of pizza. I was carrying a case of beer, like a surfboard,
under my arm and had my B4 bag slung over my shoulder. Carol was carrying
nothing and as soon as Gary opened the door, threw her arms around him.
Monica and I giggled as we trooped past Carol and "Wildman" into the house.
I
noticed how embarrassed "Wildman" looked and wondered if it was such a good
idea to bring the girls. I didn't want to fuck up Gary with his old lady.
When we arrived in the kitchen, I found, what I assumed was Gary's wife
and Al plus a young girl. I couldn't suppress the grin that broke out on my
face - such a delectable young thing. Then I noticed Gary's wife...Jesus !
She was built like a brick shit house - tits, out to here ! Oh ! Were nasty
thoughts filling my head ?!
I stuck out my hand and said, "Hi ! I'm Willy Tamarack. You must be
Al.
Gary's always talked a lot about you." Al took my hand and shook it, not
knowing what to say. "I'm an old friend of your dad's." I turned to what I
assumed was Gary's wife and continued, "You must be Gary's wife. I don't
believe we've met." I shook the lady's hand and then introduced them to
Monica. Al finally got a word in edgewise and introduced Wanda and Diane to
Monica and I as Gary and Carol entered the kitchen. I was busy popping the
top on some suds and passing cans around.
As I was taking the bottle of Hornitos out of the B-4 bag, Gary
introduced
his wife to Carol. Wanda started laughing as Carol quickly dropped her arm
from around Gary, "I hope you don't think you're the only "other" woman in
Gary's life, besides me, that is ?" She was still laughing and everyone
joined her.
Nobody thought tequila went too well with pizza so the bottle remained,
unopened, on the kitchen counter along with the pizza as everyone moved out
onto the patio. I was busy, talking about the time that Gary and I got so
fucked up we couldn't talk out on the patio, just goofing on the lights of
the
Strip. While talking about that time so long ago, I produced one of my
cigar-like looking joints, rolled in green marijuana leaves instead of
rolling
papers and started passing it around for everyone's approval. Diane eyes got
real big as she inspected it. She was visibly impressed and came over and
sat
by me on the couch as I spun my tale.
As soon as I finished with my yarn, she said, "I really like your pony
tail, Willy...Al you ought to let your hair grow out." Al said something
about how hot it was with a football helmet on.
When he finished, I looked right into her eyes and said, "Diane, you are
the best looking young lady I've seen in...a long while." Carol burst out
laughing and everyone joined her. I finally lit the joint and it started
making the rounds - the pizza was forgotten. Well, everyone has a microwave
now-a-days, don't they !?
No shit ! Within three rounds of the joint, everyone was stoned - real
stoned - everyone, that is, except Gary. He had sworn off the evil weed as
his preparation for the airlines didn't allow it. The level of conversation
dropped dramatically, interspersed with a little giggling and laughing, as
everyone climbed inside themselves and sought their own Nirvana. Gary
laughed
that loud laugh of his and spooked everyone - everyone but Willy, that is.
I picked up the B4 bag at my feet and headed for the kitchen and another
beer. I motioned for Gary to join me. When the two of us were in the
kitchen
I lifted the bag up on the kitchen counter and opened it. I started taking
out VCR tapes. There were eight of them. Gary handed me a beer.
"These look familiar ?" I asked Wildman. Gary shook his head from side
to side.
I continued, "Well, I ripped these off from a guy and his wife in Idaho
last Summer. They're rather entertaining. Being the perverted cock bite I
am; I've watched them several times. I'll tell you, Wildman, you've got one
big cock dangling between your legs. I'd cut my pony tail off and swear off
dope forever if I could grow half the cock you've got. Shit, I'd do it to
have a dick the size of your son's. From what I've seen on these tapes, your
son is hung like a horse, too. Now I know why Carol goes ape-shit every time
I mention your name." Gary started to say something but I waved him off.
"Now, I can't guarantee that there aren't copies of these floating around but
these are the originals and now they're yours."
I took a long swig of my beer. Gary was silent for a few moments, not
sure what to say. He finally blurted out, "Where'd you say you got these ?"
"From a couple in Idaho. I was fucking their daughter and well the three
of us kind of got together and made some porno films and then I found they
had
these and didn't think you'd want them floating around....so, I got'm real
stoned one night and split with the tapes."
"Thanks, Malibu. I can't...." I waved him off again.
"Don't say a thing, Wildman. You'd do the same for me. That's what
wingman are for. Plus, I owe you for what you did for Carol while I was
gone.
You didn't have to do that. I appreciate it. That's why I brought Monica
tonight. I kind of thought the four of us could party together. I didn't
know you were back with your wife until I called."
"Aah...Willy...My wife is pretty cool with a little fucking around.
We've
had some pretty wild parties over here since we got back together."
I smiled a great big cheshire cat grin, looked out on the patio and noted
that no one had moved since Gary and I had left. Neil Young was singing
"Long
May You Run" on the stereo when I turned back to Gary.
"I know your son's a player. How about his girl friend ?"
Gary laughed that loud laugh of his and said, "Yea ! Malibu. She's a
player. How about Monica ?"
My face lit up with that cheshire cat grin again as I fished another
joint
out of my shirt pocket. "Aah...Yea, you should have seen the three of us
last
night. Hey ! Wildman, those fools on the patio will be zoned for a while.
Let me tell you about my travels...Oh ! Shit, I almost forgot to tell you.
I've had cancer or have cancer. I can never figure it out and I don't think
anyone else can either."
The kitchen got real quiet. "Cancer ??" Gary gasped.
"Hey ! Shit, it's not that bad. I had an operation to cut it out last
December and I'm feeling great...a hundred percent. It's just sometimes I
can't get a hardon but Carol and I'm working on that...getting better
everyday. It's prostate cancer. Now, I don't know how much..."
I was interrupted when Carol and Wanda walked into the kitchen. "What
are
you two low lifes talking about in here." Wanda bellowed out as they came
through the door. "Shit...Diane can't get over how great your weed is,
Willy.
Carol says you grow your own ?"
When neither of the us said anything, Wanda asked. "What are you two up
to ?"
I looked over at Gary and when he didn't say anything, I told her I had
cancer. Another silence filled the kitchen and Carol came over and put her
arm around me. I passed her the joint. I continued with my narration
concerning the ambiguities surrounding prostate cancer. I ended with the
thought that I hoped I was cured and that Carol and I were working on the
impotence.
"Wow ! Are we...I can't keep this horny fucker out of my knickers or
anybody elses for that matter."
"Yea...Well, you do a pretty good job yourself." I laughed and the frost
that had formed in the kitchen melted somewhat.
It wasn't but a few minutes before Wanda asked, "Well, what movies did
you
bring us to watch ?"
Carol and I started laughing uncontrollably. "Wildman" looked
embarrassed. Wanda looked puzzled. The youngsters came in from the patio,
wondering what all the racket was about.
"Aah...Wanda...You remember I told you about Tina and her cousin,
Jennifer...And her parents were kind of into home movies..." Wanda looked a
little embarrassed now as she walked over and inspected the tapes. Al looked
real embarrassed. I noticed that Diane looked real interested.
"Gary, I don't remember you telling me there were so many ?"
"Well..."
Diane interrupted with, "Aah...Willy, can we watch them ?"
I just smiled and nodded over toward Gary. "Wildman" hemmed and hawed a
bit and then asked if anybody else was interested ?
"Monica and I have already seen them. Willy, why don't you take Wanda
and
Diane into the TV room and watch the tapes with them ?" Carol had a great
big
shit eatin' grin on her face.
To Be
Continued in
To Live Is Good
Part Four
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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