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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them;
everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching
for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
To Live Is Good
Part Four
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****
I was settled on the couch in "Wildman's" front room. Wanda was on one
side of me and Diane was on the other. The credits were just completed and
filling the screen was Jenny and the little blond. So, her name was Tina.
It
appeared they were studying or something ? The conversation was as inane
as I
remembered the other videos were. Both the women were silent, watching the
video. I wondered what Gary, his son, Carol and Monica were doing ? I
imagined they were all naked in the hot tub and both of the ladies were
getting their brains fucked out.
On the TV screen, Jennifer was pulling her pants and panties down. I
felt
a tingling in my crotch as her furry brown bush came into view. I looked to
both sides of me and found both Wanda and Diane mesmerized by the action on
the screen. Jennifer soon had the fingers of one hand roaming through her
pubic hair. She told Tina how good it felt. Tina wasted no time and joined
her and now both of the girls on the screen had their pants and panties down
around their ankles. Tina's pussy was bare, her cunt lips clearly visible as
she rubbed a couple of fingers up and down her slit. I could have sworn that
she had a dark little bush in some of the other videos I'd watched.
"Oh ! Wow ! Tina shaved her pussy." Diane exclaimed. I wondered how
familiar Diane was with Tina's pussy ? I started to get a woody.
Soon the two young ladies on the screen were fingering their brains out
and then Jenny reached over and started playing with Tina's pussy. It didn't
take long and Tina was doing the same for her. Jenny brought her hand to her
mouth and sucked on the fingers that she had just pulled out of Tina's cunt.
Tina kept fingering Jenny. She was really working on her. Jennifer had her
legs spread and was just slowly licking her fingers as Tina's fingers banged
in and out of her hairy cunt. As if on cue, Jennifer was on the floor and
spreading Tina's legs. There was a great close up of her tongue first making
contact with Tina's bare cunt. Soon she had Tina's ass moving all over the
couch as she licked up and down her slit and teased her clitoris with her
tongue and fingers.
Again, as if on cue, Jennifer got up and moved over Tina in 69. Both the
girls were bare from just the waist down, their blouses and shoes still on.
The camera moved from one end of the couch to the other getting some great
shots of their tongues in each other's pussies. Tina was reaming out
Jennifer's asshole and my cock was growing down one leg of my jeans. I
looked
over at Wanda and found her still mesmerized by the action on the screen. I
stared at her tits. I had a hard time believing they were the tits of a
forty
year old. They appeared so youthful, sitting high on her chest and pushing
her blouse out almost grotesquely.
"What the fuck is going on in here !?" Made me jump. I initially
thought
it was "Wildman." It was but he was on the screen. He was yelling for Tina
to go to her room and reading the riot act to Jennifer. Tina left the room,
carrying her pants and panties. The camera man gave us a great shot of her
cute little butt as she walked down the hall. Jennifer was starting to pull
her pants and panties back on but then Gary was forcing them back down her
legs. He pushed her back onto the couch and then started undoing his pants.
Jesus ! I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. When it
sprang out of his jeans, the women on either side of me gasped and I'm sure
they've seen Gary's cock plenty of times before.
Gary wasted no time pulling Jennifer's face to his monster cock and told
her to suck it. She did. As her lips were sliding back and forth on Gary's
cock, he pulled her blouse off over her head and now she was naked. Her tits
were just about perfect - big apples on her chest with no hint of sag. The
areola dark brown, nipples erect. He started massaging them with his hands
as
she sucked on his cock. She had both hands wrapped around it and was still
taking about three or four inches in her mouth. God ! What a cock "Wildman"
had. When he took off his shirt I knew that Jennifer was going to get her
brains fucked out. He pushed her to her back on the couch and crawled up
between her legs. The camera man got a great shot of Gary burying his cock
in
her cunt. Her scream would have been very impressive if I hadn't seen her
fuck about a dozen other guys before.
As Gary started fucking the shit out of the teenager on the screen, I
felt
Diane's hand grasp my thigh. I looked over and found her staring at the
screen. I put my arm around her shoulder and let my hand rest on her left
breast. I could feel her nipple through her blouse and bra. I started to
rub
it and then captured it between my fingers, just pinching it a bit. Her hand
moved higher on my thigh and ran into my growing cock. I moved my hand to
the
buttons of her blouse and opened the top two, slid my hand inside her blouse
and bra and went back to pinching her left nipple. I could feel goose bumps
on her areolae. Her hand was now stroking my cock through my jeans. I was
as
hard as rock.
I was watching her face the whole time and when she looked up at me, I
kissed her and forgot all about the video on the TV screen. We were
frenching
wildly. My other hand unbuttoned the remaining buttons and pulled her blouse
out of her shorts. I pushed her bra up above her tits and lowered my face to
her right tit. While I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could
and
ran my tongue around her areolae and nipple, her hand started working on the
fly to my jeans. My right hand wandered down her stomach, to the waist band
of her shorts. She sucked in her waist and my hand was inside, sliding
toward
her crotch. She had a hairy bush and I ran my fingers through it until she
spread her legs. Her cunt was wet and one of my fingers slid right into her.
I had started finger banging her and she was working on the button of my
jeans when I heard, "I don't think anybody is watching Gary and his bimbos
any
more. I'm going to turn it off."
I broke the kiss with Diane and watched as Wanda got up off the couch and
started toward the TV. I went back to kissing Diane and kept my finger
fucking in and out of her. She had the front of my jeans open and I lifted
my
hips as she started to tug them down my legs. I felt another pair of hands
start yanking my tennis shoes off. I looked down and found Wanda, naked as a
jay bird, kneeling at my feet. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.
They
were large melons of flesh topped with large brown areolae and nipples the
size of grapes. They were jiggling as she pulled on my pants legs. Her bush
was a tight triangle of black hair at the junction of her thighs.
"Hope you don't mind if I join you two." It was a statement not a
question. She was smiling and I smiled back at her. When Diane leaned over
and sucked my cock into her mouth, I threw my head back against the couch.
Diane had sucked a cock or two in her life; I was positive of that. Her lips
were like a suction cup around the shaft of my cock. She'd suck my cock into
her mouth and then slide her lips almost off of my cock as her tongue teased
my entire length. Wanda was busy pulling my pants off and then started to
work on Diane's.
As soon as Wanda got Diane's shorts off, she spread her legs and buried
her face in the young lady's crotch. After just a few seconds of eating her
she looked up and said, "Oh ! Willy, she's so wet." I laughed and damn near
had an orgasm as Diane's head started bobbing in my lap. I pulled her off me
and got to my feet.
As I was taking my shirt off I told Wanda to get on the couch. As soon
as
she did, she spread her legs and I dropped to my knees. Diane was busy
taking
off her blouse and bra as I buried my tongue in Wanda's hairy twat. She was
sopping wet, her cunt lips almost greasy. I ran my tongue from her clit to
her vagina and continued to lather her with my saliva. Her hands were in my
hair and when I looked up I found Diane sucking on her tits. I couldn't get
over how firm they looked and leaned over and sucked the tit that Diane
wasn't
working on into my mouth. These were grade "A" tits or my name wasn't
William
Buffalo Tamarack.
My hand found it's way to her cunt, filled her with two fingers and
started to pump them in and out. Her breathing increased. I dropped back
down to her crotch and sucked as much of her pink meat into my mouth as I
could. She had started to hump her hips into my face when I moved over to
Diane and spread her legs. I could see where her pubic hair was matted with
Wanda's saliva or maybe it was her cunt butter. I ate her, finally lifting
her leg and working my tongue down to her asshole. It was a tight little
bud,
surrounded by a lush growth of pubic hair. I reamed it out good and then
eased a finger into it. My thumb found her cunt and I pumped both of them in
and out of her.
During all this activity my cock had gone limp and I was anxious to get
it
hard again. I rose and grabbed both of them by the hair. They needed no
coaxing and were soon sharing my half hard pecker. Wanda got off the couch
and started to lick my thighs and ass while Diane just kept her lips sliding
back and forth on my cock. Wanda had my butt cheeks spread and was licking
and poking her tongue into my asshole. I wanted to fuck one of them but was
way past the point of no return. My orgasm started in my crotch and slowly
worked it's way along my penis. It felt like an electric current, rushing to
the head of my cock. I grabbed Diane's head and started spazaming. She had
almost my entire dick in her mouth. I was shaking - like I couldn't control
my body. I could feel my orgasm in my legs, my stomach, my back, my ass, my
neck.
When I came to, I was on my back on the floor. Diane and Wanda were on
each side of me, rubbing my stomach and chest. I was still breathing hard.
Diane whispered, "Aah...Willy did you cum ?" Wanda laughed then kissed me
and
said, "Wana go in and join the others ?"
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
The three of us found Carol and Gary in the hot tub. Al and Monica were
nowhere to be seen. When Gary saw us coming through the kitchen, he waved.
Carol bounded out of the hot tub, bare ass naked. I assumed that Gary was
naked also. Shit ! His wife and son's girl friend were. So was I. Carol
rushed up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Wanda and Diane jumped
into the hot tub.
"Have fun, Willy ?" Carol whispered. "We could hear you all the way in
here. Gary got a gigantic hardon listening to the three of you."
"Did you have fun ?" I asked.
"I've been waiting for my favorite guy."
I had a hard time believing that but wasn't about to say anything as I'd
just spent about an hour with the host's wife and his son's girl friend,
watching porno flicks and sucking and eating everything in sight. I looked
over at Gary, Wanda and Diane. Gary was up on the side of the hot tub and
the
ladies were taking turns sucking his cock.
"Think you can get it up again, honey ?" Carol asked. She had a hand
running through my pubic hair. I put my arms around her and kissed her.
After a short kiss, she whispered. "God ! You taste like pussy, Mr.
Tamarack.
Aah...Willy, I want you both...I want you to fuck my ass while I'm riding
Gary...Ok ?" My cock started to get hard as she wrapped a hand around it.
"Oh ! I think you like the idea." I hadn't said a word yet, watching
the
two, I was with earlier, suck on Gary Cahill's cock. It looked even bigger
than in the videos I'd watched.
Carol turned to the hot tub and yelled out, "Come on people, let's
party !" I laughed. Gary was up off the side of the hot tub, taking his
wife
and Diane with him and the five of us played grab ass as we walked down the
hall toward the back of the house.
When I entered, what I figured was Gary and Wanda's bedroom, I found
several futons all over the floor. I saw Monica on one of them. She was on
her knees, between Al's legs, sucking on his cock. Her cunt was visible
between the cheeks of her ass and I could see some of his spunk running out
of
it. As if Carol had this planned, the five of us pulled a couple of futons
together and then got down on them. Diane went down on Gary and Wanda wasted
no time getting between Carol's legs. I appeared to be the odd man out until
Carol motioned me over to her. She started sucking my cock. I was in a
watcher's paradise.
I wasn't sure I was going to be any good until Al pulled Monica out of
his
crotch and she moved her over to Gary's cock. Diane gave way and scooted
over
by me. She was on her knees next to me and whispered in my ear, "I love oral
sex." I kissed her until she slithered down my body and got under my spread
legs. Al was slowly fucking Monica as she sucked on Gary's dick. I started
to get hard as Diane started licking my balls while Carol kept my cock in her
mouth. Wanda was licking Carol like there was no tomorrow and I was there.
As if it was choreographed, Carol disengaged from Wanda's mouth and moved
over
to Gary. She pulled Monica's face out of Gary's crotch and straddled him. I
watched as she guided his mammoth cock into her pussy. Gary thrust a couple
of times but I felt that was just to get situated in Carol's cunt. He
reached
back and spread the cheeks of her ass.
"Come on, Malibu. What's keeping you ?" He laughed that loud, obnoxious
laugh of his as I knee crawled, my boner bouncing in front of me, over to
Carol's ass. I took a hold of my cock. I was afraid it wasn't hard enough
to
get into her. Wanda crawled over and sucked my cock into her mouth and Diane
was rubbing herself up against me. When she slid her hand between the cheeks
of my ass and massaged my asshole with one of her fingers, I felt my dick
hardened as blood rushed to my penis.
Carol looked back and almost yelled, "Come on, Willy...Fuck my ass,
lover." I crawled forward a bit and pulled Wanda's mouth off my cock. I
could just make out Carol's asshole in the jungle of hair between her legs.
I
forced the head of my cock against it. My cock slid up the crease of her
ass.
I tried again and the head of my dick popped into her asshole. Jesus, she
was
tighter than hell. Just like some of those young things I'm always going
crazy over.
I pushed forward and buried myself into her as far as I could. "Feels
like you're in, Malibu." I nodded my head, almost afraid that I'd slip out
when Gary started thrusting. "You ready, Carol ?" Gary asked and when she
nodded her head; he started thrusting his gigantic cock in and out of her. I
could feel it moving through the membrane that separated her anus from her
cunt. His thighs were rubbing up against my thighs as he fucked the shit out
of her.
Carol threw her head back and screamed, "Ooooooh...Fuuuuck me ! Come
oon...You studs ! Aaaaaagh...Yea...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck !" Pretty soon the
three of us were chanting "fuck" at the same time. I started thrusting, no
longer afraid that I was going to be squeezed out of her asshole. I was
packing her fudge like there was no tomorrow. Gary came first and I could,
no
shit, feel his monster cock spazam in her cunt as he pumped her full of
spunk.
Carol was next and was bellowing like an animal, bucking back and forth
between the cocks that were filling her cunt and asshole. I wasn't far
behind
and if I thought I lost control in the front room earlier; it was nothing
like
what occurred now. I was fucking to beat the band when my whole body started
jerking around. I was just along for the ride. I could feel Carol's
sphincter spazaming around my cock as I had it buried in her and then I was
totally filled with a warm feeling as I lost consciousness and fell to the
floor.
When I came back to the here and now, I found the room was an orgy of
bodies. Carol was rolled up into a little ball on a futon by herself. Diane
was sucking Al while he stood in front of her and Monica and Wanda were
straddling Gary's body - Wanda on his face and Monica riding his cock. They
were sucking each other's tits. I crawled over to Carol and frenched with
her
ear before saying, "Want to shower ?" She giggled and we got up and headed
to
the shower.
While soaping up, I felt between her legs - there was a flood of semen
leaking out of her cunt. I slid three fingers into her and I'm sure I could
have forced another one into her. I pumped them in and out a bit and then
offered my hand to her mouth. She sucked all three cum soaked fingers into
her mouth. We went back to the bedroom. Al was fucking Diane while Monica,
Gary and Wanda just laid back, watching the show.
Gary looked over at me and laughed, "Fucking young guys...Always trying
to
impress their elders." I started laughing. Wanda and Monica left. They
came
back with Gary's ginseng wine, another joint and Carol's strap on dildo. We
shared the first two and then Wanda held up the dildo and said, "My turn
fellows !"
***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****
Carol, Monica and I spent the night at "Wildman's" that evening and
Monica
missed another day of class. I promised Gary and Wanda that when Carol and I
got settled, we'd have them over for a house warming. Wanda made Gary and me
promise that we'd have plenty of studs over so that she didn't always have to
wait her turn. Carol laughed and seconded the motion.
The next morning Carol and I drove up into the mountains after dropping
Monica off at UNLV. I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to find a place
that suited my purposes and was already thinking we may have to move further
North, maybe Reno or Tahoe. Carol was confident that we could find something
here, plus she said, "We'd be fools to leave the Sodom and Gomorrah of
America
to live in Northern Nevada." She had a point but I had to find a cooler
place
in the Summer time than Las Vegas.
We spent three days driving back and forth and had just about covered
every place that was for sale up in Kyle and Lee Canyons. The real estate
agent we were using was an older woman, pretty close to Mrs. Abernathy's age
and Carol kept teasing me about wanting to get it on with her. It was lunch
on our third day of looking and I was discouraged. We were eating in the
lodge and the real estate lady was telling us that we had seen just about
everything.
She described a couple of other places that I knew right away, wouldn't
meet the criteria I had set and we were about to part when she mentioned an
old "A" frame that needed a lot of work. We followed her to the place and I
was immediately interested. The road to the place traveled through a dense
forest for about a quarter mile before opening up into a little draw. The
road was in poor shape and needed to be graded. The woman, her name was
Martha, told us that was one of the reasons the place was for sale.
Sometimes
the road was almost impassable during the winter - if there was a lot of snow.
The "A" frame was built right into the side of the draw and I was really
interested now. There was a small car port under the right side of the "A"
frame and a steep set of stairs that lead up to a patio that was built onto
part of the draw. The patio ran the width of the front of the structure and
you entered the house from the patio. I was already mentally putting a hot
tub on the patio that was supported by the draw.
It was rather small inside - really, just two rooms - a large communal
area encompassed most of the main floor with this real old wood stove just
about in the middle of the empty space. Over in the back was a small bedroom
with a real small bathroom and closet. Martha was going on about this and
that and I wasn't paying much attention until she mentioned the fruit room
that was under the rear part of the structure. She lead us over to a trap
door in the floor and down we went on a rickety ladder.
The fruit room had a bare electric bulb hanging from the ceiling and
shelves lined the walls on both sides of the room. It was about ten feet
long
and I figured about six feet wide if you got rid of the shelves. Perfect !!
I was sold and made Martha an offer immediately. She was right, it needed a
lot of work but this was the place as far as I was concerned. To top it off,
there was a loft built over the bedroom and I was already imagining about six
people up there rolling around on several mattresses - fucking and sucking
until the cows came home.
Special Agent Wayne Montana received the call late the day before. The
condo manager out in Henderson told him he'd seem Mr. Tamarack several times
in the last couple of days and was sure he was living in the condo again.
Wayne had arrived early this morning and just missed catching Willy as he and
Carol left to look at more real estate. Wayne hung around most of the
morning
and was on his way out to grab a bite to eat when the condo manager, Anthony,
flagged him down. They were shooting the shit about how fucking hot it was
when Anthony got this excited look on his face and pointed to a white van
turning into the complex.
I was excited as I drove down the hill, explaining my plans to Carol.
Carol expressed her doubts about the winter time and I told her that's what
four wheel drive vehicles were for. We were turning into the complex when I
spied Anthony pointing toward my van. There was a man, dressed in a suit and
tie, with him. The man grabbed Anthony's arm, pushing it to his side and
just
stared at us as we drove by. I stared back and there was no doubt, in my
military mind, that I had just met Mr. Wayne Montana, Special Agent of the
Drug Enforcement Agency. I laughed as I drove the long way around to the
condo, organizing my thoughts. Too bad they couldn't enforce people to do a
little dope every now and then - the world would probably be a better place
to
live. Carol was chatting about this and that when I told her to be quiet and
listen up. I talked non-stop until we pulled into the garage.
Monica met us at the door to the garage. She was excited, as she had
been
baking chocolate chip cookies with marijuana since getting home from class.
She could hardly wait for us to try them. I laughed my ass off for a few
seconds and then told her we were going to have company in a few minutes and
briefed her on what I wanted her to do.
The door bell rang and I went to answer it. "Mr. Tamarack." It wasn't a
question and I could tell that he recognized me.
I looked him right in the eye and asked, "And who might you be ?"
"Wayne Montana, Special Agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency. Can I
come
in ? I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you."
"Could I see some identification, please. And could you tell me what
this
concerns ?"
He looked flustered and reached for his wallet. "I'm trying to establish
your where abouts during the month of February of this year." He stated as
he
opened his wallet and showed me his ID.
I considered asking him to take it out of his wallet but figured that I
had scored enough points for the opening round. Instead, I stepped aside and
led him to the front room. He sat on the couch and I sat in my favorite
chair. "Fire away, Wayne."
He was in the process of establishing my presence in Atlanta back in
February, talking about the apartment I was staying in and had just asked me
why I never checked out; when in walks Carol. She was wearing short shorts
and a see-through blouse. I watched as her breasts bounced around in the
blouse, her dark nipples clearly visible through the material. Her butt
cheeks peeked out below the short shorts. I glanced over at Wayne and found
him staring too. She looked good enough to eat.
I got up and introduced Wayne to my wife, Carol. Wayne was a little
tongue tied but quickly got back to the subject at hand. I admitted that I
had been in Atlanta and had not returned but went on to say that I had paid
in
advance for three months so I was wondering what this was leading to. Wayne
told me he'd get to that, when in walks Monica in Carol's string bikini - on
the way to the pool - Yea ! Right ! I introduced Monica as my daughter
and I
could see that Wayne was confused and didn't know what to say. I'm sure if
Wayne had done his homework he would know that I lost my family several years
ago. Monica's tits were billowing over the top of the bikini top and were
really hard to keep your eyes off. Her ass was totally bare with just the
string visible above her butt cheeks.
Monica went on and on about how she had baked these dynamite chocolate
chip cookies this morning and went to get some for us. I thought Wayne's
eyes
were going to pop out when she bent over and offered him some. While I'm
sure
Wayne felt he had the advantage when he entered the house and I agree, he
did.
The playing field was now becoming level and I hoped, would be tilting my way
in a short while. Monica sat on the couch with Wayne as he ate his cookie.
Carol was sitting at the bar.
"Now where were we, Wayne ? I asked.
"Aah...Yea...Mr. Tamarack..."
I interrupted him with, "Call me, Willy, Wayne."
"Yea...Mr...Aah...Willy...Did you travel to Jamaica during the month of
February of this year ?" I answered in the affirmative and he continued to
detail that there was a record of me leaving the country but no record of me
returning. I explained that I went with my neighbors, the guy's name was
Tom...I couldn't remember the girl's name. I looked over at Carol, "Honey,
she was the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen, blond all over with
blue
eyes. You would have loved her, Carol." Carol laughed and Wayne looked
confused. Monica offered him another cookie and scooted over next to him.
Wayne wanted to know how I got back to the states. He went on to say
that
my finger prints were all over some suitcases that contained several hundred
pounds of cocaine found in an airplane crash at a drug bust in the state of
Alabama. I knew that was bullshit as the suitcases were out of the plane
when
I crash landed it a couple of miles from the bust. I told him the last time
I'd been in Alabama was to attend Air Command and Staff College and I assured
him that the air force frowned on the use of cocaine but I did remember
helping Tom and "what's her name" carry some suitcases down stairs the day
they checked out.
As to how I got back to the states: I told him, I'd hired on as a deck
hand on a very rich lady's yacht and sailed through the Panama Canal back to
my parents home in Southern California to have my cancer treated. It was
about a six month trip and since then I've been recuperating and making
future
plans with my new wife and her daughter.
I could see it in his eyes. Wayne had lost his concentration and
couldn't
keep up with my story. There were too many half truths and contradictions.
And I'm not even talking about the visual distractions. If Monica had put
all
the dope, I gave her this morning, into the cookies; in just a few minutes,
Mr. Wayne Montana would be stoned as fuck and then the fun would begin.
"I suspect that you piloted that airplane...." That was the last
coherent
thing Wayne said. When Wayne failed to continue his thought, Monica scooted
over a bit closer to him and told him he was wearing a real nice suit. She
was rubbing the fabric of his lapel. He couldn't take his eyes off of her
breasts. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned, Carol
was on the couch on the other side of Wayne. Monica's top was off and Wayne
was sucking on her tits as Carol was struggling to pull his coat off. Carol
had taken her blouse off and was topless also. I went to get the VCR camera
and spent the rest of the afternoon filming Special Agent for the Drug
Enforcement Agency, Wayne Montana, fucking and sucking with my "wife" and
"daughter."
Several times Wayne looked up from what he was engaged in and tried to
focus his attention on the guy who was moving around the room filming his
debauchery but he never could quite make up his mind to do anything about
it.
Ol' Wayne, Baby was one tired mother fucker - make that a mother and daughter
fucker when he left my place at a little after five. I escorted him to his
car and handed him a package; told him to open it before he headed back to
the
home office. I assured him that it would answer all his questions.
In the package was a copy of the tape I'd made of him fucking Carol and
Monica along with the letter that Erin got for me, about being an undercover
agent for the L.A.P.D. I included a short note.
Wayne,
This ought to clear up the Tamarack investigation
and close the case. If you have any further
questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them.
Drop by any time. My wife and daughter would love
to see you again. Good hunting.
William Buffalo Tamarack
Major, U.S.A.F. Retired
***** EPILOGUE *****
It was mid-May - just a couple of weeks before Memorial Day Weekend. The
weather was warm in the desert - up over a hundred every day in Las Vegas but
it was quite pleasant up at the cabin, only in the mid-seventies. I had just
finished the "weed" room as Carol called it and had about fifty small sprouts
working their way to plants. I'd hired a couple of guys to help me renovate
the inside of the cabin and Carol and I were planning our house warming. The
cabin was just about finished and was really "tits" but I'll have to tell you
about it another time.
Just yesterday, I received one of those tube canisters in the mail.
Since
I'd been spending just about every day and night up at the cabin, Carol
brought it up this afternoon. She'd convinced me to keep the condo and had
been spending her time in town working on her real estate license for the
state of Nevada and looking for a sponsor to get her into the business in Las
Vegas.
"Come on, Willy. Hurry and open it." I was struggling with one of the
end caps which was wrapped with tape. I finally got it open and pulled the
thick paper out. It unrolled on it's own. My heart started beating faster
as
I saw what it was - a two foot by three foot mural, in full color, of me
streaking across this huge wave at Launada Bay. My hand was in the wave -
the
wave was coming over just behind me and I was looking up at the section that
was forming in front of me. Shit ! It had to be twenty feet if it was a
foot. Well, ok, maybe more like fifteen feet. It was just as I remembered
it. There was a Surfer Magazine and a note included. I read the note.
Willy,
Ran into a woman named Connie. She brought the
mural and magazine by and wondered if I could get
them to you. Check out page 72. You made Surfer
Magazine ! My best to you and Carol.
Erin
"Wow ! Willy, is that really you ? Now, I'm really pissed that you
didn't have me come out and stay with you before your operation." Carol
said.
Then whispered, "That was nice of both of them." I went right to the phone
and called L.A. I got Erin in a few minutes and couldn't thank her enough
for
sending the mural. We shot the shit about her sisters for a bit and then I
stumbled through inviting her up to the cabin for our house warming in a
couple of weeks. She was very hesitant and finally Carol took the phone out
of my hand and told me, I may have had my prostate removed but I could still
fuck up a wet dream. She told me to go get a joint. They were still talking
when I got back from the kitchen. I laid on the bed and smoked. I was real
stoned when Carol finally got off the phone.
"That girl really has it for you bad, Willy. Did you and her ever talk
about anything serious...like getting married ?"
I shook my head back and forth. "Well, I don't know then..." Carol
continued. "She feels very uncomfortable about coming up here with me here.
Did you tell her we were going to get married ?" I shook my head again. "Of
course you didn't. You haven't told me yet...And I'm just assuming that
you'd
tell me before it became common knowledge...Which might not exactly be the
case with a stoner like you." She laughed and then crawled over on top of
me.
"Well, I finally convinced her to come. I'm going to call her next week and
get her flight number and shit. I'll pick her up at the airport and drive
her
up here. She's going to arrive Thursday afternoon late...You ever party with
her ?"
I laughed and told Carol about my last day of freedom before the cancer
operation. "You were probably sleeping when I told you the first time."
"Yea ! Right, Willy."
Erin and I were on the sitting on the patio. It was Friday afternoon of
Memorial Day weekend. Carol was putzying in the kitchen. A vehicle was
making it's way up the road that led to the cabin. I could see the dust
being
kicked up. I figured it was Al and Diane and their friends. Gary and Wanda
were coming up tomorrow. The hot tub was percolating and looked great. I
wandered to the railing and lit my first joint of the day. Shit ! We just
got up a couple of hours ago. Last night was utterly fantastic. Damn near
non-stop sex from the time Carol and Erin arrived.
Well, it started a little slow but once it got going it hardly stopped
until we were exhausted. That story, too, will have to wait for another
time.
Erin came up and stood by me as Al's vehicle pulled into the clearing that
I'd
had enlarged when I had the road graded. I waved as Carol came out on the
porch to join us. Al waved back. Carol took the joint out of my hand,
took a
rip and handed it to Erin.
"Where's Diane ? Oh ! Jesus, Willy ! She's darling." Carol squeaked
out. And she was - probably about sixteen, tall with long light brown hair -
not much in the tit department, I thought, but real long legs. A real good
looking, tall black kid got out next and the three of them wandered toward
the
stairs that led to the deck we were standing on.
Introductions were made while we passed the joint around. Al said that
Diane couldn't make it. Her parents were camping out at Lake Mead. Al
introduced Jefferson as his best friend. The young lady was named Sherry. I
introduced Carol and Erin to Al, Sherry and Jefferson. Carol already knew Al.
Boy ! Did she ! We headed inside and Carol blended some margaritas for us.
Al was hot to check out the hot tub. So Carol and he trooped back out to the
deck and stripped. Erin didn't look too comfortable but it didn't seem to
phase Sherry. She wandered over to the only picture that I had hanging in
the
cabin. It was the huge mural that Erin sent me a couple of weeks ago. I'd
had it framed and Sherry was just staring at it. Jefferson excused himself
and said he was going to join the others in the hot tub.
"Is this you, Willy." Sherry called back over her shoulder.
Erin jumped off the couch and rushed over to her. "Yea ! It is. I was
there and watched the whole thing. Willy caught three waves and..."
I walked up behind Erin and put my arms around her. I just gazed over
her
shoulder at Sherry as Erin continued talking about that day, way back in
December of last year. It seemed so long ago. I was much more content now,
happy even, very happy - everything was going to work out. I was sure of
that. I looked up at the mural - before framing it, I signed it in the
bottom
right corner - Carol had written just above my signature - "signed copy - #1
of 1." and then notarized it - below that was, "Surf's Up ! William Buffalo
Tamarack."
end
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"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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