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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. If you're going to profit from this, please
contribute
a portion of the proceeds to the National Organization for the Reform of
Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached
the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the
reason we have filled this world with our children. While the creator
probably did so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side
dishes that accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether
with yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can
only
be the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
Every Man's Fantasy
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
Hi ! I'm Willy Tamarack. I sure hope you enjoy reading my stories as
much as I enjoy telling them to Frederick T. Shit ! You're probably
wondering why I don't write'em up myself ? Well...I'm a bit lazy and usually
too stoned most of the time to get my shit together. It's much easier to let
Freddy do all the hard work. Plus, now that I've have/had prostate cancer -
Who knows, just because I had it cut out doesn't mean that it's gone for good
- I'm convinced that I have to cram every little bit of life, I can, into
the
time I have left. Writing about it just doesn't seem all that important.
Speaking of Prostate cancer...I know Freddy did a little research on it,
on top of the research I did. What we told you in "The Travels of Willy
Tamarack" is true. There is quite a controversy surrounding the treatment of
Prostate Cancer. I believe it's very similar to the controversy that
surrounds Breast Cancer treatments. I'm sure that until cancer is totally
understood by the medical community; there will always be controversies
surrounding it's treatment. Breast and Prostate Cancers strike at the heart
of women's and men's sexuality; not to say that sex is more important than
life itself but it sure makes living more enjoyable. Cancer is a horrible
disease. It scares the hell out of most people, I know it did me, so if you
can afford it ? How about making a contribution of your time or whatever to
the American Cancer Society or some other worthy cancer charity that comes to
mind.
Sorry for taking so much of your time but having cancer is the shits.
Anyway, you didn't download this to listen to me whine. I mentioned this
story to Freddy while we were working on the "Travels." Carol and I ran into
Robert at the tennis club right up the street from my parent's place a while
back. We spent an evening with him and he had quite a story to tell. It
began when he was working for the government...Aw ! Shit ! I'll let Freddy
tell you.....
***** Chapter One *****
The two monkeys were fucking like...Well, like rabbits. This was the
third time, in the last forty-five minutes. Neither one of them showed signs
of being sated. Robert D. Trancas watched from across the room. Robbie or
"Trank", as his friends called him and there weren't many of them, was voted
the "dork" most likely to succeed nineteen years ago when he graduated from
high school. At thirty-six, he still hadn't succeeded but in his estimation,
was getting real close.
Robbie didn't look his age at all. In the semi-thick glasses, he usually
wore, most people thought he was in his mid twenties - maybe a graduate
student. He was often carded when trying to purchase liquor and resented the
fact that he looked so young. It took him only three years to graduate from
high school and after six years of college - three years of undergraduate
work
and then three years of post-graduate work - he was hired by a company that
was doing research for an arm of the United States government. Robert, he
hated to be called Robbie, was placed in the section that was attempting to
develop an aphrodisiac that would incapacitate enemy troops. The research
was similar to the LSD experiments that were carried on in earlier times.
Rob, as he liked to call himself, had been hired right out of grad school
in 1984 and was tremendously excited about the project. His excitement
stemmed not from any desire to incapacitate enemy troops but from a desire to
"borrow" some of the proven formulae and use it to make himself a "stud."
Rob
wasn't a bad looking guy. It's just that his social skills were next to
nil.
While he could talk for hours about the molecular composition of just about
every element known to man; after saying "Hi" to any decent looking woman, he
usually stood there like a wall flower until the woman got bored and left.
As the youngest member of the section working on Project "Sex," as it was
called, he was given most of the tedious assignments. He was usually at work
from well before sunrise to well after dark. Rob didn't mind, though,
because
he was sure that the project was going to succeed - and when it succeeded -
Rob succeeded. He would often lay awake at night and fantasize about the
different women he was going to fuck when the project finally bore fruit.
There was no doubt in his mind that the formulae would work on both men and
women - so he figured that not only would it give him a hardon that would
last
for hours but would also make the most desirable women he met become his sex
slaves, unable to control their desires, regardless of what they thought
about
him.
While working on the project he would often get a raging hardon thinking
about the receptionist on the third floor, a cute little blond who would
hardly give him the time of day; or the buxom secretary of the project
manager, Robert P. Thorpp. She once told him to wait in the hall as there
were
some important people waiting to see the "boss" as she called him. He could
hardly wait to watch her facial expressions and hear her cry out as he pumped
his cock in and out of her hairy twat. He was sure she had one.
Rob was quite hung. He measured almost six inches in the flaccid state
and
when he was hard, it grew to just over eight inches of hard muscle. He
didn't
come to that realization until he was well into college and happened into a
men's changing room late in his senior year. He couldn't remember why he was
there. He avoided almost all physical activity because he was always the
butt
of most of the jokes due to his slight build and glasses. He was amazed that
of the twenty or so guys taking a shower at the time - not one had a penis
anywhere near his length. Now, Rob may have led a cloistered life as far as
actual sex was concerned but in the liberal America that was the seventies
and
eighties he had seen his share of porno flicks. The guys in those videos had
cocks about the size of his, when he had a hardon. He just assumed that
everyone did. He got a real ego boost that day when he realized that
everyone
didn't. Bigger is better, right !?
Rob had been summoned to Mr. Thorpp's office by Betty, the buxom,
brunette
secretary. As usual she hardly acknowledged his presence. While waiting to
see Mr. Thorpp, Rob fantasized about pumping a huge load of cum all over her
tits. "Robbie...The 'boss' will see you now." Betty called across the
room.
Rob hoped she noticed the semi that was growing down his pant's leg as he
walked toward Mr. Thorpp's office door.
Rob had no idea what this meeting was about. During the six years that
he
had been working on the project, he had become instrumental in providing some
of the answers that would lead to the project's success. And while success
was a way off, he was confident that in just a couple of years "Sex" would
become a powerful weapon in the arsenal that defended America's freedom. He
was also confident that it would become a powerful weapon in his own arsenal.
Robert P. Thorpp was sitting behind his desk, going through some papers
when Rob stood in front of his desk. "Have a seat, Robbie, I'll be right
with
you."
Rob sat and tried to relax a bit. He had rarely been called to Mr.
Thorpp's office as the man managed several of the projects that the company
was
working on...And Rob was hardly high up enough in the pecking order to merit
many trips to the top floor. Maybe he was going to get a promotion ? He'd
heard through the grape vine that one of the senior researchers was leaving.
"Aah...Robbie...got a little bad news for you. Project "Sex" has been
canceled. There just hasn't been enough progress in the last few years to
warrant it's continuation. Plus, there is a large contingent of people who
thought the project was a little crazy to begin with and they have managed to
garner quite a bit of support in the last couple of months. There's good
news
though, you've been chosen to close up the project and write up the final
report. That will keep you here for, I figure, six months at the most and by
then we might be able to transfer you to another project. Unfortunately,
right now the company is going through a little streamlining and quite a lot
of people are going to find themselves without work in a short time. You
should be real happy to have six months or so of wrapping up. I recommend
that you use it wisely and look for some other work. Be assured that I'll
give you a good letter of recommendation. You've been a valuable team member
here. Keep me appraised of your progress, wrapping up "Sex."
Rob had been dismissed. He didn't know what to say. After Mr. Thorpp
told
him the project was going to be canceled, the rest was just noise.
"Aaaah...Mr. Thorpp...I think we're real..."
"Robbie...The decision is final...Now I've got a lot of people to talk to
today and none of them are as fortunate as you, being asked to stay on for a
bit. You should be real happy that I chose you to wrap up the project. If
you're going to argue with me about the decision, I'm sure I can find someone
else to wrap up. Now, be a good lad and get started or..." Robert P. Thorpp
left the "or" hanging in the air.
Rob slowly got to his feet. He was in shock. Fuck ! What was he going
to do ? He wandered the halls on the way back to his small office and
decided
to call it quits for the day. It was a little after three when he ended up
back in his apartment lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. All his
plans
were destroyed in the few short minutes he spent in Thorpp's office. He was
devastated.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
Rob mopped about all weekend and it wasn't until Sunday night that it
came
to him. "Perfect !" He thought. He went to work on Monday with a big smile
on his face. Most of his co-workers figured it was because he was being
allowed another six months or so of pay checks. It wasn't though. For the
next six months, Rob was the hardest working son of a bitch in the company.
While the entire work force, from the lowliest research assistant to the
highest paid researcher and even the management, were constantly in fear of
losing their positions; Rob, on the other hand, came to work every day with a
determination that most had a hard time understanding and few could
duplicate.
Most figured he was attempting to make such a name for himself that the
company would offer him a position when the project, he was working on, was
all wrapped up. They were wrong.
Rob had researched the company employment policies and come to realize
that he would be given a very nice severance package when he was terminated.
And he was sure that he would be terminated, regardless of what Mr. Thorpp
told
him. The severance package plus his 401K plan would give him a nice little
nest egg with which to continue project "Sex" on his own. Every day before
he
left work, he down-loaded all the files, he was organizing, to his lap top
computer. When he got home he up-loaded them to his home computer.
He spent most of his free time at home preparing cover letters and
resumes, which he sent to most of the West Coast Universities. Rob was
looking for a research assistant's job. He figured that he was way over
qualified for the positions, he was applying for, but that was the idea. He
needed the facilities that a major university could provide but didn't want
the responsibility of running his own program. He wouldn't have the time
anyway. Not if he was running his own program at home...And he would be -
Project "Sex" was not dead - just in hibernation. When Rob got terminated
and
settled on the West Coast it would be full speed ahead. At the time the
project was canceled, Rob determined that "Sex" was about one or two years
away from becoming a reality. He factored in the fact that he would be
working on his own and figured that in three or four years, at the most, he'd
bring it off.
In his fifth month of wrapping up the project, Mr. Thorpp left the
company
for a lucrative management position at a major university in the L.A. area.
Rob was excited and made an appointment to see him before he left for his new
position. Betty, Mr. Thorpp's buxom secretary, kept putting Rob off.
Telling
him that Mr. Thorpp was very busy man, with the move and all. He may not
have
the time to see him. Rob was determined and waited after work one day. Rob
caught Mr. Thorpp on the way to his car and begged and pleaded with him to
put
in a good word for him at the university where he was going to manage several
large programs. Thorpp laughed in his face and told him that a major
university wouldn't touch the stuff he'd been working on, plus there were
countless others who were much more experienced than Rob was.
Five months ago Rob would have been devastated and manufactured all sorts
of doubts about his abilities but that afternoon, when Mr. Thorpp snubbed
him,
Rob changed a little. In fact he changed a lot. He realized that in just a
few short weeks he would be running his own project, on his own, without the
support that a company or a university provided. He would have to become
accustomed to failure because the majority of research ended with failure.
Rob was determined to succeed !
Three weeks later he was terminated and packed up all his shit. He left
the following morning and drove straight through to L.A. He choose L.A.
because he had done some post-graduate work there in the early eighties and
because, like the song said, California girls were just about the hottest
chicks around - or something like that. Rob immediately found the job market
in California was tighter than he had ever imagined. He went from university
to university and found that not only was he not over qualified but that
people with Phd's were working as lab assistants and felt lucky to get those
jobs. He finally swallowed his pride and accepted a position as a pharmacy
assistant in a major food store chain. The pay was better than minimum wage
but a far cry from what he was making, working for Uncle Sam.
Since the pharmacy, he was working for, didn't have the facilities he
needed to continue Project "Sex," he was forced to spend some of his
severance
pay to build a small lab in his apartment. After a year of laboring in both
the pharmacy and at home on "Sex," Rob came to the conclusion that he had
been
overly optimistic about his ability to complete the project on his own. He
was discouraged and disappointed. Every night he would stay up until all
hours, brain storming for new ideas, different paths that would lead him to a
successful conclusion of the project. He was lucky he wasn't working at a
demanding job as he surely would have been fired by now.
Before he realized it, six years had passed. That was a far cry from the
two or three he figured it would take him to complete "Sex." It was Spring
time in Southern California and Rob was sitting at his kitchen table,
laughing
as he watched the monkeys fuck for the forth time in the last hour. He
laughed at all the put downs he had endured during his thirty-seven years of
life and the last six years he had spent in the shity pharmacy job he had,
laughed at all the disappointments he had endured, laughed at the hell he had
gone through procuring the monkeys in the PRC (People's Republic of
California). He was delirious, laughing like a fool. He got up from the
table, went out and bought a bottle of the best whiskey he could find and got
rip roaring drunk. When he was in control of his faculties again, the
following morning, he mixed another dose of "Sex" into their food and fed the
monkeys. Within twenty minutes they were fucking like...Well, like rabbits.
Rob tested his monkeys until - no shit - they passed away from fucking so
much. He compared the dosage to their weights and then went out and begged,
borrowed and stole to obtain another set of monkeys. Even after cutting the
dosage in half several times, the results were the same. They actually
fucked
themselves to death. Rob spent several weeks reviewing the data. While he
was excited about the results of the experiments, he was hesitant about
starting human testing, especially since all four of his test cases had
died.
Total fear flooded his mind and body when he even thought about slipping one
of his "Sex" pills to a woman, let alone himself.
He managed to procure another set of monkeys and this time cut the
formulae to a tenth of what he had used before. He then decided to fed them
"Sex" only once a week. These monkeys lived. Rob couldn't explain it but
the
monkeys appeared to look forward to their once a week orgies. In fact they
would even become depressed and anxious if they didn't receive their "Sex"
every week. Rob decide that the time had come. Since the success, if you
could call it that, with the original monkeys, Rob had started frequenting
bars in and around the L.A. basin.
All of the bars were located near major universities as Rob felt he would
have an easier time getting to know a coed than trying to hit on an older
woman. He had narrowed them down to about five and would spend every bit of
his free time visiting them. Originally, Rob had planned on six months of
testing but now figured that he'd be lucky if he stretched it to three. His
bank account was down to almost nothing. He had spent a big chunk of money
on
radial surgery on his eyes so that he could shit can his glasses. The
surgery
really boosted his confidence. He was stoked with the results and felt he
now looked like any other normal guy. All during this time, he was
practicing
every night on different techniques to deliver the pill to a glass of water.
He finally settled on one technique and practiced it a hundred times every
day. He had it down pat. He was ready and had a hard time controlling his
emotions. During the last twenty-four hours he damn near had a constant
hardon. It was time for human testing !!!
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
Linda Montgomery was twenty-six and a grad student at USC. She was
working on her masters in chemistry. While certainly no bathing beauty, she
was an attractive young lady. A big boned woman with short blond hair, a
modest bust and if she was honest with herself, about ten pounds over
weight.
While no where near a virgin, Linda didn't date much and on the occasions she
did, found herself fending off most men's advances. It seemed to her that
most guys were after just one thing and that was that hairy place between her
legs.
Linda was having a cup of coffee in a small bar just off the campus. She
did this often on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, just before proctoring a
freshman chemistry lab for Dr. Monroe. She was a professor's assistant. The
position was just what she needed. There was no way she could continue her
education without it. She looked up from her notes and noticed a man across
the room staring at her. She looked back down at her notes. He wasn't bad
looking but there was no sense encouraging him.
Rob got up and slowly walked across the room. He had noticed the blond
several days before and was sure she had never noticed him until today. He
walked right up to the table she was sitting at and asked, "Have you started
your dissertation yet ?"
Linda was startled. She looked up and found the man, who was staring at
her earlier, standing right next to her, looking over her shoulder. He
continued, "I wrote mine on the molecular structure of the compound..." Soon
Rob and Linda were in a lively conversation about the difficulties of grad
school and how USC compared to where Rob had received his masters degree.
Rob was getting worried. He had dropped "Sex" into Linda's coffee over
twenty minutes ago and could detect no change in her demeanor. With the
monkeys it rarely took over twenty minutes and the female was usually all
over
the male, attempting to arouse him. Rob had decided that he would forgo
taking any "Sex" until the initial phase of testing was completed as he
wanted
to be aware of everything that happened. He felt if he took the pill also -
there was a chance that they'd just fuck like rabbits, until exhausted and he
would be unable to objectively evaluate the testing.
He couldn't stand the suspense any longer, leaned across the table and
whispered to her, "I put something in your coffee that's going to make your
hornier than you've ever been in your life."
Linda wiped the perspiration off her upper lip and smiled a real goofy
smile. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Linda's foot sliding up Rob's leg felt like a jolt of electricity running
up his leg. By the time her foot reached the back of his calf, he had a
raging hardon. Eureka !!! When he held out his hand, she grasped it eagerly
and left all her notes and purse at the table. They were quickly out the
door
of the bar and into the street. He had his arm around her; his hand, up
under
her arm and was rubbing her breast as he guided her to his car. She had one
of her hands on his ass and his boner was very visible in the crotch of his
jeans.
"You live around here ?" He asked as he held the door of his car open
for
her. She just nodded. By the time he got into the car, she had one of her
hands in between her legs, rubbing her crotch. He almost laughed. His cock
was painful in his jeans. As soon as he closed the door, she came across the
console and started kissing him and groping for his cock. He kissed her back
and felt her tongue invade his mouth. It was like a warm, wet snake, dueling
with his tongue. He reached between her legs and found her crotch warm and
damp. Before he knew it, she was dragging his zipper down and he had to push
her away. She had that goofy look on her face again and pouted a bit before
she started to unzip her jeans and drag them down her legs. Rob started the
car and sped out of the parking lot.
He asked where she lived again and got no response. When he looked over
at her, she had her jeans and panties down around her ankles with her knees
spread. Her hand was in her blond pubic hair and she appeared to be
fingering
herself. Jesus, he had no idea it would work this well and was dumfounded.
Where was he going to take her ? Shit ! He should have rented a motel
room.
No way he wanted to take her to his place; plus it was all the way across
town. He pulled into the first motel parking lot he found and parked well
away from the front. Linda, by this time, was humping her hips up off the
car
seat as she plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was moaning and
groaning and Rob was sure she had cum several times. Just his luck, she'd
satisfy herself before he could get a room.
It took him just over five minutes to register. As he approached the
car,
he could hear her yelling out her orgasm. Her blouse was open and she had
pushed up the cups of her bra. She had the fingers of one hand twisting and
rolling her nipples while the other hand was still pumping two or three
fingers in and out of her cunt. When he got in the car he could smell her.
The hardon, he lost while registering, was coming back in spades. There
was a
sheen of perspiration all over her. He tried to slow her down and cover her
up a bit. The room was several doors down and there was no way he wanted to
be seen escorting a near naked young lady into a motel room at two-thirty in
the afternoon.
She wrestled with him but he finally got her blouse buttoned up and her
pants up around her waist. He rushed around the car and yanked open the
door.
Linda was struggling to pull her pants back down. He grabbed her by the arm
and dragged her out of the car. He wrestled her pants back around her waist
and guided her to the motel room. She was working her blouse off as he got
the door open and pushed her inside. He slammed and locked the door, then
headed to the window to see if anyone had been watching them. The coast was
clear. Rob would definitely have to have a better plan in the future.
Linda's arms came around him as he was turning from the window. He
kissed
her and felt her tongue slither into his mouth. Her hands worked themselves
between their bodies and he could feel her working on the fly of his jeans.
He finished working her blouse off and had a hell of a time unsnapping her
bra. By the time he had it off, his jeans were around his thighs and she was
jacking him off with both hands. Shit ! If she didn't stop he'd cum in a
couple of seconds. He pushed her away. She had that goofy look on her face
again and was just staring at his cock, which was throbbing and hard up
against his stomach.
"You've got a big dick, Rob." The first time she had said a word. He
smiled and almost came thinking about poking his cock into her. He stared at
her tits - not real large but well shaped. About the size of apples with
tiny light brown areolae and nipples the size of pencil erasures. Her
breasts and nipples were covered with goose bumps. He had his shirt off and
was working his jeans down his legs when she dropped to her knees and went
for
his cock. She grabbed it with both hands, just allowing the head to poke out
from her cupped hands. Her mouth went around the head of his cock and he
started cuming.
"Ooooh...Fuck !! Jesus ! I'mmm cuming." Gobs and gobs of sticky, white
semen were exploding from the head of his cock. The first couple of spurts
were shot into her mouth but when she removed her mouth from the head of his
dick, the next couple of shots splattered against her cheek and lips. When
he
stopped spurting, she gobbled him up again and started pumping his shrinking
dick with her hands. Rob finally managed to push her away. He staggered
back
against the window. Fuck, he hadn't planned on this. He'd never keep up
with
her. She was up on her feet, coming toward him again.
He still didn't have his pants off but met her half way and wrestled her
to the bed. They rolled around for several minutes before they were both
naked. Rob started to get excited as he poked several fingers into her
sopping wet vagina and Linda's hand found his cock and started jacking him
off. As soon as he was hard enough her rolled her over on her back and
crawled between her legs. He looked down and found her pink slit visible in
the tangle of damp, blond pubic hair between her legs. He flexed his cock a
couple of times and it got harder. Linda had her hands on his shoulders and
was pulling him down onto her. As he nestled between her legs, they came up
around him and he felt himself being sucked into her womanhood. At
three-twelve on the afternoon of May twenty-second, 1996, Rob Trancas was no
longer a virgin.
Rob started pumping his hips immediately and could feel Linda's warm
sheath almost sucking on his cock. He was really pounding his meat in and
out
of her. She was yelling and screaming and for a few seconds he thought he
was
hurting her. He raised himself up on his arms and gazed into her face. It
was twisted in a mask of lust, her mouth open, breath coming in ragged gasps,
her chest heaving. He wasn't hurting her - she was out of her mind with lust
and he increased the tempo of his cock - pounding in and out of her.
She started cuming, "Oooh...Yeeaaa ! Fuck me faster, Robbie, baby.
Fuck...Fuck...That's it...Harder, honey !" He couldn't believe how good she
felt, so slick and snug and wet and warm and gooey. He was on cloud nine and
then it hit him. The head of his cock started spewing spurt after spurt of
warm cum into her cunt. He threw his head back and started screaming it felt
so good. He wished it could last forever but all too soon his cock shrunk
and
slipped out of her. He rolled over on his back. He could hardly catch his
breath and here she came again, rolling over on top of him. He tried to push
her away but was to whipped to get her off of him.
In seconds she had her mouth wrapped around his cock and was nibbling on
it. Rob was starting to get worried. There was no doubt, he'd have to lower
the dosage, in the future, if this young lady was any indication. He knew he
couldn't possibly keep up with her. Her head had been bobbing in his lap for
several minutes now and he was no where near ready to fuck her again. He
reached down and grabbed her ass. She rotated around and soon was on top of
him with her cunt just above his face. He could actually see his semen
dribbling out of her swollen, pink cunt lips. He was surprised at how spread
her cunt was. It looked just like the cunts he'd seen in the many porno
videos he'd watched. Her pubic hair was matted with his cum and some had
even
dribbled onto her asshole. It had a sprinkling of blond hair surrounding it
and Rob felt himself start to get hard as he imagined fucking her in the ass.
He reached up and shoved a finger into her asshole. She jerked a little
but soon accepted the digit and started fucking back against it as she sucked
on his growing cock...And it was growing - like a weed. It was soon hard and
slick with her saliva. Rob yanked his finger out of her anus and raised his
head to her asshole. His tongue replaced his finger and reamed around inside
her. Her head was bobbing on his pole and he had blown off all thoughts of
evaluating his or her performance. All he wanted to do is fuck her in the
ass
and quickly rolled her over onto the mattress. He was up on his knees in
seconds and wrestled her over onto her stomach. She got to her knees on her
own and he slammed his cock into her cunt. It was like a boiling cauldron of
flesh. He started fucking her.
Linda had very wide hips but not much of an ass. He could see her anus
wrinkling with every thrust of his cock. He wet his finger and reamed it
into
her asshole. Her head came off the mattress and she wailed, real loud. He
kept pounding his cock in and out of her cunt. He was going to last a good
long while. Shit ! He couldn't believe it - he'd cum twice and was hard as
rock, fucking her again. He looked down at his watch and it was only a
quarter of four. Jesus, he forgot when they got here. So much for this
evaluation. He reamed another finger into her anus and kept pounding his
cock
in and out of her vagina.
She was up on her arms, fucking back against him when he decided it was
now or never. The tingling sensation of his orgasm was approaching. He
pulled out of her and pressed his cock against her anus. The first poke sent
his cock sliding up the crack of her ass. She was looking back at him as he
angled his cock back to her asshole. The next thrust buried about three
inches of his cock in her ass. Her head snapped up and she howled. Rob
started sawing his cock in and out of her anus. Every time he buried it in
her, she muffled a scream into the pillow that she now had her head buried
in.
Rob was in seventh heaven. Her asshole was tighter than her cunt. He could
actually feel it grab his cock as he dragged himself out of her. He was
fucking her ass as fast as he had been fucking her cunt. Oh ! Jesus ! Here
it came. He was shaking around behind her as his penis pumped several spurts
of semen into her bowels. He finally stopped pumping and collapsed behind
her.
When he glanced up, Linda still had her behind sticking up in the air.
Her asshole was stretched wide and he could see his seed dribbling out of her
anus, down into her blond bush. He was wiped out and didn't think he could
get up off the bed. Her asshole was spazaming and more of his thick, white
spunk was dribbling out and then she rose and turned toward him. Oh !
Shit !
It was going to start all over again !
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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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