Message-ID: <5467eli$9711081316@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: THE TRAVELS OF WILLY TAMARACK - TRIP # NINE C !! Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199711071514.IAA14903@shaman.lycaeum.org> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1997 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 Back to School Part Three by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER SEVEN ***** Then I found the tape in the mail box. I broke out in a cold sweat on the way back to the house and was really pissed that I couldn't view it. I went right to the garage, got in the van, went to the closest video store and rented a VCR. On the way home I remembered I didn't have a TV, so found an electronics store and bought a small TV. I finally got it all set up, plugged the tape in and sat down to watch. The face on the tape was familiar. I remembered her name was Jennifer, liked to be called Jenny. I remembered that she was real hot and had a body that was just about perfect. Good "C" cup tits with dynamite areola and nipples and a brown, curly haired bush that drove me wild. I remembered fucking her two or three times and even remembered her sucking me dry in the shower before I drove her home. She was talking to me. ".....really had a good time, Willy. I told my parents all about it and they were really excited that I had met such a great guy." She got up off a couch and wandered down a hall way - she was nude. The camera followed her. She walked into a bedroom and there was an older guy on the bed - also nude. "So my parents are really dying to meet you and we figured that this would be the best way to do it. This is my step dad, Bob." The camera panned in for a close up of Bob's face. "Hi ! Willy. In case you're wondering, my wife, Cindy, is working the video camera. Jennifer tells me that you're fixing the grades for lots of the high school girls. Good plan, Willy. Fix their grades and in exchange, you get a little nookie. Am I right ? How many have you fucked ?" I was shaking on the couch. Bob continued, "Well, by now you're probably scared shitless. Don't sweat it, Willy. We're not going to turn you in. My wife and I are really excited about your plan and were wondering if you'd like to team up. Jennifer says you had a real nice digital video camera and probably filmed her while she fucked and sucked your brains out. Let me tell you, partner. You're not the first." The camera panned out and now I could see that Jennifer was sucking her step-father's cock. And let me tell you this guy had a cock on him - at least eight inches, not tremendously thick but the head of his cock looked like a small apple. Jennifer was working her tongue around the head of Bob's dick. Bob was looking pretty casual getting a blow job. I didn't figure I could act that cool, let alone carry on a conversation while Jennifer was sucking on my cock. Anyway Bob continued, "Here are some clips of Jenny in action. Some of them date back to when she was thirteen...fourteen. Enjoy it. I'm gona work on a climax here." He started laughing..... For the next half hour, I viewed nothing but hard core pornography and Jennifer was the main attraction. She sucked; she fucked; she ate pussy. Guys came in her cunt; in her mouth; on her tits. She did it with men, with boys her own age, with women and girls. As scared as I was, I got aroused watching this beautiful young thing take on the world. Something caught my attention. I reversed the tape and watched again. The guy fucking her was just a bit younger than I was and had a cock on him the size of a small baseball bat. At first I didn't believe it could be who I thought it was, but after viewing the segment several times, was convinced that it was - the guy in the film was my air force buddy - Gary Cahill. No shit ! No doubt in my military mind. Well, a little doubt but not much. The scene finally shifted back to Bob. Jennifer was still working on his cock. She now had her lips around the head and was jacking him off with her hand. Bob broke my train of thought. "Willy...Still there ?" He laughed and then continued, "I've got to hurry now...Almost there. If you're interested; be in the park next Friday night. Same time, same place you met Jenny...See you then, buddy !" He rolled over on his back and another woman jumped up on the bed as naked as he and his daughter were. The woman had a dynamite body. I figured her to be the mother. Both mom and daughter had their mouths close to Bob's cock and here he came. Jesus, it looked like a geyser, long spurts of milky white cum exploded out of the head of Bob's cock, all over the faces of his wife and step-daughter. I was shaking when I got off the couch. I walked out into the back yard and laid on the grass. I stayed there all night and didn't go back into the house until almost dawn. I checked on the plants and then spent the morning putting my thoughts to paper. I had a lot to do and Friday wasn't that far off. I blew off the Thursday night rendezvous. Instead, I worked on some modifications to the van. Friday afternoon, I was reconnoitering the park. I mapped out several more escape routes and then sat on the park bench and waited. The woman, who jumped into the video at the last minute, just before Bob came, showed up at five to eight. She greeted me warmly, "Early, huh ?! Hope you're as excited about this as Bob and I are ?" No mention was made of her daughter. "Oh ! I'm Cindy, if you didn't figure that out already." She laughed and then continued, "Hope you're, Willy." I admitted that I was. She told me that Bob had dropped her off about an hour ago. She had spent the time in McDonalds and was impressed that she hadn't noticed me at all. She was anxious to get going and went on to say that Bob and Jennifer were out on a date and wouldn't be home until later. The two of us had a lot to go over before the other two got home. While driving to Bob and Cindy's house, she kept up a monologue of all the activities they were into. Jesus, it sounded like the "Sex Family Robinson" to Willy. Cindy talked about their travels to swapping resorts, hosting the local swap club here in Southern Idaho and shooting videos of their experiences but their favorite endeavor was initiating young men and women into the rites of group sex and then talking the young people into making videos and then - no shit, I had a hard time believing this one - selling the things ! As she talked, I knew I was in way over my head but I concentrated on my plan and the number one item on my list was checking out the entire video of the clip I saw a couple of days ago - the one where I thought it was my buddy, Gary Cahill, fucking the shit out of their daughter. If it was, I was bound and determined to steal the fucking thing and then I'd beat feet for the coast and lay low for a while before I had my prostate cancer taken care of. The Jetters lived in a much nicer neighborhood than I did and I wondered what Bob did for a living. I could imagine the videos of young girls, getting their brains fucked out, would bring good money but this good ? As soon as we were in the house, Cindy led me down stairs and into a room that had a real heavy duty combination lock on the door. The room was paneled floor to ceiling and the floor was covered with a thick carpet. Against the far wall was a long table built into the wall with two real expensive padded swivel chairs. On the table there were two big screen TVs. There were also two VCRs and some other electrical equipment that I wasn't familiar with. One of the other walls was lined with shelves and on the shelves were thousands of VCR tapes ! Well, ok ! Maybe several hundred. Cindy went over and sat in one of the swivel chairs and flicked a couple of switches on the electrical equipment that I wasn't familiar with. She turned to face me and said, "Want a beer ?" She pointed toward the far wall and against it was an old ice box. I wandered over, got myself a beer and came over and sat in the other swivel chair. "I hope you brought some of your dynamite weed. Jenny says it's the best she's ever had. I find it hard to believe that it's better than the stuff we smoked in Las Vegas last Christmas, though. Well, did you ?" I just nodded and pulled out my cigarette pack. I'd packed five of my hand rolled "blunts" as I figured that Jenny told her parents about the dope. Cindy asked me if he knew smoking was bad for my health and I just laughed. Cindy didn't think it was that funny and I asked her if she wanted to get high ? She shook her head and then started on another monologue about how they thought I had a real good plan to get teenage girls out of their clothes but they thought they had a better one. I asked what that was and Cindy told me to be patient. She kept talking about the videos and how much they sold for and how they went about selling them. I was amazed at the amount of money she was talking about and while I had been living somewhat on the lam for - Jesus ! It'd been damn near a year now, I thought that the way they sold the tapes was almost certain to bring them both long prison terms. She emphasized how careful they were about sales and only sold to people they knew, etc., etc. I had heard this story before, when I was in college and some of my buddies were selling dope. Several of them ended up spending the time, I spent in the service, in the slammer. I was real stoked that I had spent so much time planning my escape - now if I could just get my hands on the tape that had my buddy in it. Cindy concluded with a sales pitch. They'd like me to upgrade their system to digital technology - cost was no problem. They'd also like me to be their video man - shoot the video and edit plus I'd get to fuck any of the girls I wanted. Jenny told them that I gave grade "A" head. She was looking forward to a little. I'd get a cut of the video sales and could go on growing my dope and doing my thing and if every once and a while I ran into a real hot chick, they'd give her an interview. I was hardly paying attention, thinking about what their interview process entailed when my head exploded - "go on growing my dope." I almost shouted out, "What the fuck are you talking about ?" - but something told me to keep my mouth shut. Cindy was staring at me, not saying a word. I just stared back, with my poker face on. "Oh ! Come on, Willy. You're not getting the quality of dope, my daughter talked about, in this town. Bob and I know everyone in town who does dope and let me tell you, if your shit is half as good as my daughter says; you're growing it or importing it from Oregon or California." I reached over, pulled a joint from my cigarette pack and torched it. Cindy kept staring at me. I offered her the joint and she took a drag. While exhaling she said, "Well, will you think about it ?" I nodded my head. ***** CHAPTER EIGHT ***** After the joint had made several rounds, Cindy exclaimed, "Jesus, this shit ought to be illegal." I burst out laughing. Cindy was stoned as shit. I noticed that she had tried to form the sentence several times before finally getting it out of her mouth. I was confident that my plan had a pretty good chance of being successful. I hemmed and hawed a bit and then asked her about the video clips that they had sent me. She said something like, "Pretty cool, huh !?" I just nodded and then hit her up about the guy with the baseball bat size cock. She glared off into space and talked about it for several minutes. The guy's name was Gary, a friend of her sister's. They met him at Christmas and just had to have him in some of their videos. Shit ! He had a son, too. The kid was damn near as hung as his old man. I was almost positive that it was the Gary I knew but had to be certain. Cindy went on to say that the videos they made at Christmas in Las Vegas were some of their most popular. I was positive now but still wanted to view a couple to be sure. I took a big hit off the joint and then squeaked out, "Ahh...I'm not sure what you've got planned but could we watch one of those videos while we're waiting ? I...Ahh...had a hard time believing the size of the guy's cock." Cindy was still staring off into space. She eventually pointed toward the shelves and told me to go get any of the "Gary" tapes. I popped right up out of the chair and walked to the shelves. The tapes were filed in alphabetical order. Some names were feminine, some masculine. I found four tapes with Gary's name on it and then, as almost an after thought, asked her what the son's name was. I had to repeat the question again and Cindy finally shouted out "Al." I found another four with Al's name on them. I brought one of each over to the table. "We got time ?" I asked. Cindy looked at her watch for a long while and said she thought so. I asked her how to get one of the VCRs going and she fumbled around for a few seconds and finally plugged in the tape. The screen came alive with a blue page that announced the film was titled, "Dope Deal." I wasn't that impressed with the quality of the title page and the credits weren't to hot either but the video quality and sound were excellent. It took me only a few minutes to figure out that it was definitely Gary Cahill in the film, either that or his double. Gary was selling some dope to Jennifer and some little blond who looked no more than thirteen. Shit, Jennifer looked a couple of years younger than she did a couple of weeks ago when I picked her up in the park. The girls were sampling the dope and Gary was encouraging them to smoke more. Soon they were all stoned and Gary was talking them into blowing him. The dialogue was real shitty but then what do you expect when the actors are fucking stoned out of their minds. The action, though, was first class. The little blond wasted no time getting to her knees and pulling his jeans and underwear off. Jesus, I damn near blinked a hundred times as the camera zoomed in on Gary's cock and the little blond licking it like a popsicle. Shit ! The fucker had to be close to a foot long and the blond couldn't even wrap one hand around it. The camera panned out again and caught Gary sucking on Jennifer's tits. He had a hand in her pants and in no time was taking them off as the blond struggled to keep his cock in her mouth. I was getting excited watching the video and glanced over to see what Cindy was doing. She was a very attractive brunette. I figured her to be in her mid-thirties. She was wearing a sweater and by the looks of it had a nice set of tits bouncing around inside it. She was mesmerized by the video and had a hand underneath the table. I was sure it was between her legs. Well, let's see what turns on Mrs. Jetter besides big cocks. I'd seen enough of the video. I scooted my chair closer to her and took a hold of her arm. "Havin' fun ?" I laughed. She smiled sheepishly back at me. I pushed her chair back and asked her, "Can you still see ?" She just smiled again and I dropped to my knees and started to undo her jeans. She lifted her hips when I had the snap open and the zipper coming down. She had on a white pair of panties and I lowered them as I pulled her pants down to her ankles. She allowed her knees to part and I was treated to a spectacular view of her brown hairy pussy. I was kind of afraid, that with all the talk about swapping and shit, that she shaved her cunt. I preferred a woman with hair between her legs. I wasted no time and buried my face in her crotch. She smelled real turned on and I had no trouble finding her cunt. She had real plump cunt lips and they were covered with a forest of pubic hair. My tongue dove in between her lips and started working itself up and down her slit. I soon had my tongue pumping in and out of her and she was a wild woman. Her arms were on the arms of the chair and she was pushing her cunt up into my face. I loved it and quickly captured her clitoris between my lips and sucked. She let out a scream that reminded me of her daughter and was chanting, "Oh ! Yea ! Lick my clit." and "Eat me," over and over again. I did. After about ten minutes of cunnilingus, I figured it was my turn. I got to my feet and was in the process of dropping my pants when I heard someone coming down the stairs rapidly. I had no desire to meet anyone with my pants around my ankles so I zipped up and was walking toward the refrigerator when the door opened. I was glad I did, because in walked Bob. "Hey ! Willy, glad you made it. I'm Bob Jeeter." I shook his hand and glanced over at Cindy; she was busy turning on the other TV and VCR. She had pulled the chair up under the desk top. I had no idea whether she had pulled her pants back up or not. "Great ! You brought some of your dope. Jennifer says it's the best she's ever had but then she hasn't smoked as much as Cindy and I...Right, babe ?" Cindy just nodded her head and continued to work at the machines on the table. Bob wandered over to the table and stood behind her. "I thought you would have been set up by now. I told you we were going to be home about ten." I laughed a little and Bob looked back at me...funny like. I wandered over and lit up the roach that Cindy and I had been sharing. Bob started laughing, "Well, Cindy, how was it ?" Something came out of her mouth but it was unintelligible. Bob laughed louder and I joined him after exhaling. I held the joint out to Bob, who took a hit. "Well, how much did she tell you before you two got stoned ?" I laughed and told him I couldn't remember. Bob laughed a strained laugh and told me to sit down this would take a couple of minutes. He went on and started explaining the set up and I waved him off as I took another hit off the joint. I passed it to Cindy and said, "Ah...Bob...I got all that. Cindy was just starting to tell me why your plan was superior to my plan." I had to struggle with that but it came out like I was hardly feeling the affects of the dope that we'd been smoking. I was proud of myself and real confident. Bob looked at me for a second or two and then continued to tell me that the reason their plan was superior was that they used both young guys and young girls. He pointed to the TV that didn't have my buddy, Gary, fucking the shit out of that little blond. There were three teenagers in a room with what looked like a large trampoline and a hot tub in it. They were talking. The volume, though, was turned down and I don't read lips. One of them was Jennifer. I didn't know the other two - a boy and a girl. The young lady was pretty hot looking - blond hair with a nifty looking body. Bob went on and told me that Cindy had picked up Mike at a pizza parlor about six months ago. He was a delivery boy and made a couple of real good deliveries while Bob was down here watching. He's got a good size cock and can fuck all night. Cindy presently has three boy friends just like Mike. They date girls their own age and get them to the point where they're fucking like rabbits. Then the boys bring them home to meet dad. He was real proud of the fact that he was dad and mentioned it several times. "Get it yet, Willy ?" I was totally in the dark. I shrugged my shoulders and took another rip off the joint. Bob continued. Well, he passes Jenny off as his date or sometimes Cindy and they all go to a movie or out for pizza and then end up back here in the "play room," as he called it. He described, what I thought was a trampoline as the best water bed money could buy, "eight can fuck on it easily. We've done it, right, babe ?" He laughed. I smiled. Cindy was wiped out. Bob was a talker and off he went. They'd all get real stoned or drunk and then coax the uninitiated, as he called it, into the hot tub. If the young guy can get her on the water bed and fuck her, great. If not, Jennifer/Cindy and dad do the fucking. Eventually they switch partners or go two on one or what ever strikes their fancy. They'd only had two turn downs in the last six months and one of then was because she was on the rag. She came back the next week and fucked both of the guys limp. He laughed a real loud laugh. "It's a piece of cake after that. Either Cindy or Jennifer is always down stairs filming and if the girl doesn't want to make videos, well, we've already got one and she usually changes her mind after watching herself fuck and suck two guys at the same time. We've only had to resort to that a couple of times. Most of the girls can't say "yes" fast enough when we mention the money." "So, Willy, got the big picture ?" I nodded that I did and had to admit that their plan had it's merits, although I didn't like the blackmail part; regardless of how rare they had to use it. But, it was a group plan and groups tended to be harder to control than single persons - add a couple of teenage boys to the equation and, to me, it sounded like a disaster. I still felt that my plan was superior but who gave as shit at this point; I just wanted to get the films of Gary and his son and split. Bob was off talking again about how if he got to fuck the bimbo upstairs, he wanted Cindy and me to come and join them. I was interested and didn't mind at all that I'd get thirds. I figured that Cindy would be hotter than hell by then and let's face it, her daughter was a "Grade A" fuck. I could hardly wait, as long as the young lady was a willing participant. Bob was saying something about taking a couple of joints up stairs and was gone. I swiveled the chair back to the console and watched the TV screen. Now it was just two kids, sitting around shooting the shit; Jennifer was not in the picture. Cindy pushed away from the console and pulled her pants back on. I laughed and turned up the volume, seems there might be some rules here that I hadn't been briefed on yet. ".....your dad ? I can't believe how cool he is. Shit, Jennifer's our age and real cool. How'd he meet her." The guy, who was pretty good looking himself, mumbled something about how he used to date her. All the blond could say was, "No shit !?" I was laughing my ass off when Bob entered the picture with his arm around Jenny. Cindy was wiped out. ***** CHAPTER NINE ***** Bob wasted no time firing up one of my joints and soon the four of them, in the "play room," were as fucked up as Cindy was. I sat back, relaxed and even toked up a cigarette, mostly to piss Cindy off but if I did, she didn't say a word. The four of them up stairs were talking nonsense when Jennifer blurted out, "I told you it was the best dope in the world." I laughed out loud at that. Mike finally mentioned something about getting into the hot tub and his date who, I had learned, was named Sandy, squealed when Jennifer pulled her sweater off over her head. She was braless and her tremendous breasts bounced around on her chest. I started to get hard. Both the guys, up stairs, were getting out of their clothes and like it was a dare, Sandy started to strip off her clothes. I concentrated my attention on Sandy. She was no where near as stacked as Jenny but had a good handful of tit under her sweater and bra with tiny areola but pretty good sized nipples. She wasn't a natural blond though as her bush was real dark and by the time they all got into the hot tub I had a ragging hardon. I considered having Cindy give me a blow job but decided to save it for Sandy. The four upstairs were passing around another joint in the hot tub. I had hardly noticed the guys at all, as my attention was concentrated on Sandy. They hadn't been in the hot tub for ten minutes, if that, when Mike got up and helped Sandy out. He was limp but definitely had some meat dangling between his legs. Sandy had her arms around his neck and they were giggling as they made for the water bed. I looked over at Cindy and asked her, "Shouldn't we have a tape going in the VCR ?" She just pointed at one of them and I laughed. I thought about fucking her on the floor, just to take the edge off. She finally got out of her chair, found a tape and plugged it in. I pressed record but Mike was already finger banging Sandy and she had her hand sliding up and down his cock. Mike didn't waste his time and was soon between her legs, fucking her brains out. Bob and Jennifer were out of the hot tub and sitting on the water bed a couple of feet away from where Mike was fucking Sandy. Bob was still limp, just watching. Mike was really fucking the shit out of Sandy. She had her legs up around his waist, her heels beating on his thighs and ass. Jennifer leaned over, kissed Bob and then went down on him. I had a full on hardon in my pants and was eager to get up stairs. I pushed my chair back and dragged Cindy out of her's. "Time to go, mom !" I lifted Cindy's sweater off over her head and started sucking on her nice big tits as I undid her pants again. She was damn near comatose - just standing there. I laid her down on the floor to get her pants off and now she was nude. She laid there and watched me as I took my clothes off. When I was naked I pulled Cindy up and half carried her to the door, propped her up against the door jam and went back and turned off the VCR - no sense in me becoming a film star. I struggled to get her up the stairs. When we arrived in the "play room," Bob was already between Sandy's legs fucking her brains out. The young thing was moaning and groaning and every once and a while screaming her head off. Bob had her legs up around his neck and was on his knees, driving his cock in and out of her at "warp speed, Mr. Spock." I just watched and waited my turn. Jennifer was sucking on Mike's cock and Cindy couldn't stand without my help. "Smoked a lot of dope before, yea, right !" Mike finally focused on Cindy and cried out, "Mom !" I started laughing, Bob kept fucking Sandy. Mike struggled to his feet with a semi and moved towards "mom." I had lost a lot of my hardon, damn near carrying Cindy up the stairs, moved over to Jennifer and guided her mouth to my cock. Her head was bobbing in seconds and I just watched as Bob pummeled Sandy. I was getting harder by the second as Jennifer sucked on my cock. Bob appeared to be ready to blow a load into Sandy, his tempo had increased as he watched Jennifer suck on my dick. All of a sudden, Bob threw his head back and started screaming out his orgasm. I pulled Jenny's mouth off my cock and climbed up on the water bed. Bob rolled away quickly and I was up to bat. I knee crawled to Sandy's crotch and took a look at the mess, the previous two had pumped into her. Her dark pubic hair was matted with semen; her cunt lips red and swollen. I took my time and pulled her legs up around my neck. I reached down, guided my cock to her opening and then bent her over and filled her. I started fucking immediately. Jesus, she was on fire and sloppy as all get out. She'd been reamed out by two cocks, that were well out of my league, but still felt tight. I fucked like I hadn't in a long time. Whether it was the crowd watching or the fact that I thought the crowd was watching was immaterial. I was going to go for the gold tonight. Slap, slap, slap, slap. I pounded my cock in and out of Sandy's sloppy cunt. Her areola and nipples were almost the same size. She was still screaming and I was sure that her screams were louder with me between her legs than with the other two. I was getting close, fast and couldn't believe how this young thing was moving under me. She was possessed; yelling and screaming her head off. I considered rolling her over and doing her doggie style but then it was on me. My first spurt was an explosion. Shit ! I blacked out. When I became aware of where I was again she was bucking up into me and I started fucking her again. I pumped another two or three spurts of cum into her and then rolled off of her. I laid back on my elbows and watched the orgy going on. Jennifer was sucking on Bob's cock and Mike was already between Cindy's legs fucking the shit out of her. I looked over at Sandy and found her curled up into a ball, not moving at all. I decided it was time to do my thing, got to my feet and headed downstairs. I didn't think that the rest of them were aware I left so I'd have all the time I needed but when I got to the door to the viewing room, found it locked. Fuck ! When I turned to go back up stairs Bob was right behind me. "Need something, Willy ?" I looked him right in the eye and said, "Ah...Yea, buddy. I left my dope down here." Bob smiled and eased around me. He had the door open in seconds and stepped aside to let me in. Bob followed me and suggested that I get my clothes also. I picked them up along with my last joint and headed out the door. This might be harder than I thought. Jennifer was the only one showing any life when we got back up stairs. She was sitting in the hot tub and smoking some of the reefer that I gave Bob earlier. The other three were sacked out on the water bed. Bob and I joined Jennifer in the hot tub. Bob asked me what he thought of tonight. I acted real enthusiastic and asked him when I could start filming. Bob laughed and told me that they were planning a weekend long film making event next weekend. I said, "You can count me in." Bob continued laughing and said he figured that already, the way I fucked Sandy's brains out. I just smiled. Jennifer was getting pretty wrecked, smoking the joint and blurted out, "Ah...How about the three of us getting it on ?" Bob laughed and stood. His cock was hanging down below his balls. The head if his dick still impressive, like a ripe plum, even though he was soft. He motioned me up and Jennifer came off the hot tub bench and started to work on both of us. She'd suck on me, then the Bob. Back and forth she went. It wasn't long before she had two hardons before her. She paused for a moment with a cock in each hand and said, "Willy, how about a little head for Jenny ?" I was eager to comply and followed her across the hot tub as she jumped up on the edge and spread her legs. I buried my face in her loins and quickly started pumping my tongue in and out of her cunt. She was wet and open. I slid my tongue around her labia and sucked on her clitoris for a bit until she pulled me out of her crotch. Dad was ready and asked me if I'd mind having seconds again. I laughed and shook my head "no." Bob started to move toward her cunt when I told her to turn around. She giggled a silly giggle and presented her step-dad with her ass. I hopped up on the edge of the hot tub and presented her with my cock. Bob fucked her as hard as he could. She had a hard time keeping my cock in her mouth. She bit me a couple of times and I was hardly hard when Bob bellowed out his orgasm. Jennifer kept sucking me and in several minutes I was ready to go. When I was behind her I spread her cheeks and could see gobs of Bob's semen dribbling out of her cunt. I filled her with one thrust, grabbed her hips with both hands and started pumping my cock in and out of her. Bob had really reamed her out but she was still somewhat tight. I spread the cheeks of Jenny's ass and watched her lightly haired asshole pucker as I fucked her. I glanced over and found Bob drying off with a joint hanging out of his mouth. I slowed my pace, figuring that Jennifer was so stoned she wouldn't know or care if I crammed my cock up her ass. Bob didn't appear to be paying attention so I pulled out of her and pressed my cock against her asshole. Bob called out from across the room, "Not her ass, buddy. That's my private reserve." I slid back into her slimy cunt without even looking back at Bob. I lasted a good long time and finally pulled out and shot a couple of spurts all over her back and ass. I slid down into the water as Jennifer climbed out of the hot tub and left the room. Bob was nowhere to be seen. The other three were still sacked out on the couch. I dressed, found Bob in the viewing room, pissed that Cindy forgot to turn on the VCR. I told Bob I had a great time then left, figuring that I may have blown my chance. ***** CHAPTER TEN ***** All day Saturday and Sunday, I prepared for my departure. I had built a frame in the back of the van. On top of the frame was a single mattress and below it was room for all my farming equipment, the pvc pipe, the tracking for the lights, plus the lights themselves. I even partitioned off an area for my computer, drug bust money and dope. I constructed a sling above the mattress for a surfboard - next stop - the West coast. I was salvaging as much as I could from the plants. I trimmed all the leaves and bud off the plants. I had branches hanging everywhere - down in the growing room and up in the attic. When they were dry enough; I'd strip the leaves off them as best I could with some heavy duty gloves. On Sunday afternoon I attempted to pick all the small stems out of the stuff but gave up after a couple of hours. I packed all the leaves and stems into a large garbage bag and then decided to double bag it. I got real ripped Sunday night and turned in early. Monday morning while I was doing my wash the door bell rang. It was Bob and Cindy. I invited them in and we settled in the kitchen. I was brewing some tea for them and Bob was talking a mile a minute. He thought today would be a great time to go shopping for the digital stuff and wanted to look at my camera. I went to get the camera. "Shit ! Willy, you should have stayed. The party got real good again after you left." Bob called out from the kitchen. Cindy continued, "Jesus, that shit you brought was the best, Willy. I got so wiped out, I couldn't believe it." I laughed but didn't offer much to the conversation. I spent the whole day with them shopping. Tuesday, Bob and I hooked up all the new shit and tested it several times. Bob was careful to lock the door to the viewing room each time we left and I was never able to steal the combination. On Wednesday, they took me out to dinner and outlined the plan for Friday night. They'd shoot three films with three different girls. Bob told me that Sandy would be back to do her first film, a real mild one he said. There would be another stud there to help Bob, "...one of Cindy's favorites, right, honey ?" They'd probably finish up Saturday in the afternoon and then Saturday night was party time..."five horny cunts and three horny studs, not bad odds, eh, Willy ?" I nodded my enthusiasm. With any luck, I'd be half way to the coast by Saturday afternoon. Friday couldn't come too soon for me. I arrived at Bob and Cindy's early in the afternoon. I brought a large chocolate cake that was chocked full of lots and lots of my dope ground up real fine. I didn't figure anyone would be walking by midnight. I busied himself setting up the video camera and going over the scripts. Bob kept walking me through how he wanted the shots taken. "Bob is a stickler for perfection," Cindy told me. Yea ! Right ! The girls and guy arrived after school with Jenny. Sandy at least said "Hi !" Jennifer appeared too excited to do anything except gab about the excellent dope her father had. Now, it's dad's dope ? The two other girls were named Anita and Helen. The guy was Kit. The first film was titled "Daddy's Hot Tub." It stared Bob, who else, along with Helen and Jennifer. Helen was a short young lady with a bust size that was close to unbelievable. No shit, at least a forty something. The girls started out in real skimpy bathing suits and were lounging in the hot tub when dad got home from work. He changed into a skimpy little crotch hugging suit that no man I knew would ever wear and jumped into the hot tub with the girls. A joint started making the rounds; the dialogue was inane but who was listening. The cunt in the hot tub were half naked, their tits bouncing around and their asses damn near falling out of their bottoms. They soon lost their tops, squealing and laughing as Bob played grab ass with them. Jennifer pulled down his briefs and the fun stared. Helen feigned surprise that Jennifer's dad was naked and both Jennifer and dad struggled to get Helen's bottoms off. Helen was a little chubby around the hips but her grade "A" butt made up for it. She had the hairiest little bush. I was getting a hardon filming the action. Her humongous tits were topped with huge areola and nipples the size of nickels. I was sorry I was going to miss fucking her. The three of them wasted little time and were soon sucking and eating each other like crazy. Bob fucked both of them for a bit and them blew the biggest load I'd ever seen all over Helen's tits. Jennifer licked her clean. I pushed my cake like a dope peddler as Bob was giving last minute instructions for the next film. I torched up a joint and started passing it around. Bob was smoking like a fool, telling me that we'd do the third movie tomorrow afternoon. It hit them all about half way through the next filming. I first noticed that Bob wasn't paying very much attention to what was going on. The video was staring Cindy, Sandy and Kit. Kit was trying to fuck the daughter, Sandy, but she wouldn't go all the way. He ate her like a champ, though. Mother, Cindy, caught him on the way out and fucked the shit out of him. Cindy was laughing like a fool as she rode Kit's cock, which was real well developed for a seventeen year old. Bob was now paying more attention to Helen and Anita. Anita was a mousy little brunette with small tits but Bob had confided in me earlier that she had a great ass and loved to have her fudge packed. The video ended with Kit finally shooting a real load all over Cindy's tits and belly. I got the cast toking on another joint and wandered into the play room to find Bob being mauled by Anita and Helen. They were all nude. I finally found Jennifer in one of the bathrooms, taking a leak. She said something about me walking in on her and I just laughed. I told her that her old man wanted me to check something out down stairs. She wiped herself, pulled her pants up and headed down stairs. I followed. After she opened the door, I told her that her dad was getting his brains fucked out up stairs. Jenny said something about, "...those sluts." Then she rushed up stairs. It didn't take me thirty seconds and I was up the stairs, out the door and driving to the West Coast. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.2 iQCVAwUBNFtPnJo9y+4wL+b1AQFvoAP/YctCcQp13BZvr5PHaMqSc++3rPWEwb9C 12MeXz460nuRe3KC9pYE4TsxnP60WME/i7//G6x5JZg4cdhmiibec/euuTwyYYSr 62BGM/IIKwcMfrrEkPMMqh/Hcr1zgxI2iBzM/Xtacbm3+bFCZqVgsY3NJhVjqc0+ HKaeWU3BBkE= =mlSi -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- Frederick T. hangten "You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961 "Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember..... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /