Message-ID: <12846eli$9807071546@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: "Settling Down" - A Willy T. Story(MF Mf oral)[3/4] 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: <199807071258.FAA16720@shaman.lycaeum.org> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1998 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. Thanks !! !!! WARNING !!! The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If you like theses stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" or "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental. If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all the people live happily ever after. Well, 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. A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual. WILLY TAMARACK ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE THE STORIES "Settling Down" Part Three (MF Mf oral) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER EIGHT ***** The next several weeks were a blur. We hardly saw each other. I was always at the cabin. She was always in town, hustling to get a job with a real estate company. The Las Vegas Valley is growing like a weed but Carol had the hardest time getting a job. She was finding out; in Las Vegas you need juice...You need to know someone. I know she was kind of pissed because at the beginning she'd call every night but into Wednesday of the second week she stopped calling. It was lonely at the cabin. I missed her. I was working on the cabin with a couple of young guys. They were always talking shit. One was going to be a high school senior in the Fall and I loved it when he started talking about his girl friend going down on him. He was just trying to compete with his boss. It was probably bullshit; and then maybe it wasn't ? I'd had plenty of high school seniors go down on me ! Not bragging or anything...Yea ! Right, Willy ! His boss was almost thirty, married twice and not about to do it again. It seemed like every day he was talking some shit about how many times he got his rocks off the night before. The cabin was coming along just great. What I was really concerned about was the "weed room," as Carol called it. I only worked on that when the two of them knocked it off for the day. That was usually about two. They were on the job by six-thirty so I was happy with their work ethic. I'd built a floor over the "weed room" stairs and reinforced it, then paneled the wall, shoving all kinds of extra insulation into it. Not to go into a lot of detail...I rigged up the video camera on a mechanical arm and wired it to an electric motor. I moved my favorite chair into the small closet I built. I'd have to push it forward right up against the TV and VCR that I installed in the closet. That was so I could get the trap door open to visit the farm. I even went so far as to dig a trench to vent the hot air that would fill the "weed room." I was real happy and couldn't wait to go to town to see Carol and tell her all about it. I also had to purchase a two way mirror and in Las Vegas that would be no problem. Carol was bored to death. She missed Willy and fuck ! This, looking for work, sucked. She hated slimy guys coming on to her. Now, if she was horny, she'd come on to just about anyone but she wasn't.....Why ? She didn't know. She kept thinking back to that night with Dorthy. Willy was hard as rock for over an hour. She'd never seen him like that before and was suspicious. He refused to answer her the next day when she asked about it, always changing the subject. She tried calling him but the phone just rang and rang. She probably should have figured he was on his way to see her but she didn't.....A couple of nights ago it had come to her. She was asleep and woke with a start. The pink pills...The fucker's taking the pills. She flopped back on to the mattress and started laughing. She remembered insisting that they follow Rob...Oh ! God, did that guy have a terrific cock...and it was hard all afternoon and into the evening. That had to be it. If so...Willy Tamarack was going to be the stud of studs - even if his dick wasn't world class size. The next night she was on the strip...All she had to go on was a story she'd heard from Willy. The guy's name was J.J. (WT-T#11B) - ran a little operation on the Strip during the Spring and Fall, when the Strip was full of tourists and their kids. She laughed thinking how pissed Willy must have been to have to leave...Well, Anthony got his just deserts. For three nights, she went from video game room to video game room making the same offer. "A hundred dollars for a phone number where I can reach J.J....." The girl she was talking to, approached her about ten minutes ago. Carol was dropping quarters into a slot machine right outside the video game arcade in a casino at the Southern edge of the strip. The girl stood at her shoulder and whispered, "If anyone hassles us, you're my mom...Ok !?" Carol just nodded and continued to feed quarters into the machine. Willy was just arriving at the condo but Carol had no way of knowing that. Her beeper would have gone off but she turned it off when the girl started talking. She was about fourteen, maybe. Carol wasn't sure. Blonde hair and not a bad little body. Willy would go ape shit over her. Carol planned to bring her or one of her friends over when Willy visited this weekend. At least that's what she hoped to arrange with J.J. "Hear you've been offering a little something to find a guy by the name of J.J. ?" Carol just nodded her head. "You with the police ? Because if you are...It's entrapment and J.J. will get real pissed when he gets out of jail. I sure wouldn't want to be the person that caused him all that trouble." Carol reached down to pick up her hand bag. She opened the top and right there was a fat sack of marijuana. "This is the best dope J.J. will ever smoke. He'll be pissed if you don't bring me to him." The girl stepped away from her and turned to leave the gambling area. She was headed toward the exit and Carol slowly got to her feet and searched the area. Who was she kidding ? She had about as much chance picking up surveillance as Willy did when he was trepan'. She window shopped as they moved toward the exit and then the young girl disappeared in the crowd. Carol fought the panic and just kept walking. She was approaching her car when the girl appeared again. She was on the other side of the parking lot, keeping pace with her. Carol turned her phone back on and sat in the Camery to wait. When the girl got in, she said one word. "Drive." They drove for almost an hour and ended up at a run down house just off Maryland Parkway, somewhat near the university. Carol started to get out of the car but the girl tossed her a scarf and told her to get in the back seat and make a blindfold out of it. Carol flinched but before she could say anything the young girl said, "If you want to see J.J., put it on." Carol complied and sat and waited. A few moments later the Camery moved forward. Another hour passed before the car pulled into a garage. At least that's what Carol thought as the door made a funny sound as it went down. She was led through the house and put in a vacant room. The girl took off the blindfold and told her to wait. It was another hour before there was any action. She heard the garage door come up and then go down again. The door burst open and standing in the doorway was a tall, gangly kid about eighteen or nineteen, maybe a little older. It was hard to tell. He was shirtless and he had tattoos all over his torso, his chest, his arms, his stomach. Carol didn't remember Willy telling her about this. "Hear you got some dynamite weed for me, pretty lady ?!" Carol just opened her purse and showed him. He motioned for her to follow and they moved into the front room and sat on the couch together. He produced a bong and they smoked for a couple of minutes before he said anything. "You weren't bullshitting...This is dynamite weed. I think you owe my young friend a hundred dollars...She's a little anxious...hasn't been doing this for too long and isn't quite yet ready to explore that great big world out there yet. How about you ?" Carol giggled and then it came out. ".....My husband...Would love to teach your young friend the ways of the world. In fact that's about all that excites him enough to please me...If he first has a young woman...Then he's a man...A wild man." "Young ladies, like Sharon, don't come without a price...A steep price most places I've been." Carol almost laughed. She wondered what exotic places this kid had been. Nothing compared to her or Willy either, for that matter. And sexually he couldn't be in the same league as Carol. She was an animal when she was horny and she was getting hornier by the second. "Well...The dope and then there's always me and if that's not good enough...I've got five more hundred dollar bills in my purse." J.J. just stared at her. He slowly rose and undid his jeans. They fell off his skinny frame and Carol was staring at a dick that was as long as Willy's was hard...this thing was dangling down past the guy's balls. She smiled up at him as he stepped between her legs. She had his cock in her hands and could feel it starting to get hard. She licked the head and the guy threw his head back. "Suck it, honey...Shit ! I don't even know your name." Carol didn't answer him until he'd cum in her mouth and she let go of his soft cock. Willy was fast a sleep in their bed at the condo as Carol got out of her clothes and fucked J.J. until he couldn't get it up again. She was sucking on his cock and licking his balls when her beeper went off. She got up and asked if the phone worked. J.J. was wrecked and just pointed to the kitchen. Carol dialed the number on her beeper, disappointed that it wasn't Willy. "Hello...Carol Whitouski, here." "Aaah...Carol ? This is Frank Malibu (4Seasons). I'm the chief cook and bottle-washer at Sundown Realty. Was wondering if you could drop by tomorrow afternoon. I'm looking for the right person to be on the team with us. I called Boulder this afternoon and got a glowing recommendation from your previous employer..." Carol interrupted. "How did you get my name, Mr. Malibu ?" Willy would crack up at the guy's name. "Frank Malibu." Carol laughed as Frank explained that a friend of his called from one of the other realties. Thought she was perfect for the job but just didn't have the space on board. Carol thought the line was bullshit. Who cared how many realtors you had working for you. It was a commission game. They didn't pay anyone shit. A few minutes later she was back in the den. J.J. was still on the couch, snoozing. She got to her knees and started sucking his limp dick again. When he was half hard, she asked him. "We got a deal, J.J. ?" He just nodded his head up and down and told her to keep sucking. A few moments later she asked him if he had a friend. He started laughing, struggled off the couch and into the kitchen to use the phone. An hour later another young guy showed up and the three of them fucked and sucked until neither of the young guys could get it up again. It was past eight the next morning before Carol got dressed to leave. J.J. was some what coherent and asked as she left the bedroom, "Aaah...How we gona do this, Carol ?" Carol told him five o'clock tonight...The Taco Bell up on Sunset. She went home and crashed. Willy had left no more than five minutes before she arrived home. It didn't bother me all that much that she didn't come home. Shit ! She could be just about anywhere. Maybe back up at the cabin but I didn't really believe that. I toked up a morning doobie as I drove down to the glass place and was back at the cabin by eleven, watching the guys work - stripped down to the waist. I wondered how they'd fare with Carol. It was Thursday afternoon and they were just about finished. As I walked up to the porch that held the hot tub off at one end and entered the house, I heard the phone ringing. One of the guys called to me that it was probably my wife. Shit ! Where'd they get that idea. I'd never mentioned Carol to them. I picked up the phone. "Willy...Willy ! I got a job. I got hired. Willy...Willy is that you ?" I nodded my head before I realized that she was talking to me on the phone and couldn't see my reaction. ***** CHAPTER NINE ***** "Great ! Carol !" I was stoked. We really didn't really need the money but it would be just fucking great if she could make enough to keep the condo going. I was still leaning toward selling it...Plus it'd give us more money to fuck off with ! "Willy...I've got a surprise for you tonight. Can you come down ? Please. Please. You'll really like it. I promise. Honest." I didn't bother telling her that I'd been down last night. I told her I couldn't make it until I finished a project. I wanted the camera, VCR and TV to be fully operational by tomorrow afternoon so I could sit back and watch these two studs fuck Carol's brains out and then I was going to finish her off with a little "fuck." Talk about surprises ! I could hardly wait. Thirty seconds after hanging up with Willy. Frank Malibu was on the phone. He wanted Carol to drop by the office and meet some the staff. Every Thursday afternoon they had a staff meeting. Carol said she probably couldn't make it until six or so. Frank was disappointed, she could tell, but went on to tell her that six would be ok. I finished early. After cutting the hole in the wall and mounting the mirror; I ran a quick check on the electronics. I ran out of the closet and into the bedroom, rolled around on the bed and then ran back to the closet. I pressed "stop" then "rewind" and watched myself rolling around on the bed. The lighting wasn't that great but figured, I could fuck with it tomorrow. I was at the condo. It was about five-thirty. I was stoned. I vaguely heard the phone ringing but had no intention of rushing out of the shower to answer it. When I wandered into the front room, I found a young lady sitting on the couch. She was dressed in shorts and a "T" shirt. The "T" shirt had something written on it but I couldn't make it out. The phone started ringing again. "The last one was your wife. You gona get it ?" I wandered toward where the phone was, in the kitchen. "And your name is ?" I called as I disappeared into the kitchen. She called back, "Sharon." "Yea..." "Willy...It's Carol...Like your surprise ?" There was some static, she was on her cell phone. I looked back toward the den. I couldn't see the young lady sitting on my couch. "Well...We haven't been properly introduced." Carol started laughing. I joined her. "Aaah...Willy...I'm not going to make it until later. I've got a meeting with my new boss and I'm late...Should have been there early this afternoon. I couldn't make it so I'm going now...Ok ?" I moved toward the front room and saw "Sharon" still sitting on the couch. "Aaah...Yea !? Where'd you meet Sharon ?" "Remember J.J. ?" My mind flashed back to that time so long ago. Almost a year...Before my cancer operation...I was still on the run...Didn't have a place to hang my hat...My head up my ass. That was all behind me now. "J.J...Huh ? "Yea...J.J." "You going to be around later ?" "Sure...You need a little help ?" She was giggling. "Nah ! I don't think so...I thought it might be fun, though !?" I broke the connection and moved into the front room. My dope and glass pipe in one hand and a can of Diet Pepsi in the other. Sharon was still sitting on the couch, gawking out into space. I wondered if she was already stoned ? J.J...Huh ? I sat next to her and we passed the pipe back and forth. I asked her if she could tell me how I could reach J.J. She had a number but wasn't sure he'd be there. I got up to call him. J.J. could be a valuable guy. He answered on the second ring. "Willy Tamarack, here. How you doing J.J. ?" "Oh ! Wow ! Willy...How you been, man ?" "Pretty good J.J. and why, pray tell, did you send one of your young ladies over to entertain me this evening ?" I waited a long time before he answered. "Aaah...I though your wife would have told you, man. Hey ! Thanks for the dope." "The dope ???" It took me a little over five minutes to pry the details out of J.J. but then I already knew Carol had set this up for me. J.J. kept going on and on about the lengths Carol went to meet him. Things had been tight here in 'Vegas while I'd been away. He went on to tell me that he honestly didn't know it was my wife until "way later, man." I laughed to myself, visualizing Carol getting her brains fucked out by that gangly kid, I knew as J.J. I'm sure she loved every minute. "How much I owe you, J.J. ?" "Not a thing, Willy...Like I said, man, your wife brought me about an ounce of your weed, man and I've been stoned ever since." I started laughing. He continued. "Hey ! Man...Like...I'd like a steady supply of this shit." "No problem, J.J. I'd like a steady supply of 'Sharons' too !" I broke the connection and wandered back into the den. Sharon was darling and real fucking stoned. I sat next to her on the couch and torched up the pipe again. ***** CHAPTER TEN ***** Carol was in Frank's office. They'd been drinking white wine for over an hour. When she arrived there were still about a dozen people congregating in the meeting room. Frank had bought a couple of cases of beer and several bottles of wine and everyone was drinking and joking around. The last person left about a half an hour ago. Carol was sure Frank was going to make a pass at her and was looking forward to the come on. She just couldn't figure out how it was going to go. "Is there a Mr. Whitouski ?" Carol was surprised by the bluntness of his query. She countered with, "Is there a Mrs. Malibu ?" Frank smiled and refilled her glass. "Yea...But she's pretty cool." "So's Mr. Whitouski but his real name is Mr. Tamarack. He's retired air force, lives up on Mount Charleston, some where, most of the week and we see each other on weekends..." She let that hang in the air. There was no doubt in Frank Malibu's mind...He wanted this woman to work for him. She was an intelligent, self-assured, good looking woman. He was confident her looks alone would enable her to sell houses here in 'Vegas. Shit ! She was one of the top sellers in Boulder - at least that's what her former employer told him. Realtors tended to be real bullshitters though so you could never really tell. Plus, he wouldn't mind fucking her every once and a while. He wondered if he could talk Vicky into joining them ? In the past three years, the two of them had bedded several of the realtors he'd employed. Vicky liked three ways. She'd never had two men but loved sharing him with another woman. Oh ! They'd talked about it but Vicky always said Frank was enough man for two. Frank didn't mind. Well...There was a time when she didn't want anything to do with sex but that was past them...When the boys died in that freak accident in Ogden. Fuck ! Who'd ever believe both of your sons would suffocate in a snow cave, they built, right in their own back yard ! Maybe they should have watched them closer ? Well...That was in the past ! He looked over at Carol and asked, "And what does Mr. Tamarack do for a living ?" He almost spit out some wine when Carol said, "He grows just about the best marijuana in the whole fucking world !" He started laughing and Carol joined him. She was fishing in her purse and came out with a joint that looked like a very small, slim cigar. The dope Frank had been getting in Las Vegas was ok but was fairly expensive. He was rolling the joint between his fingers when Carol told him to light it up. The two of them were stoned very quickly and Frank was thinking, if he could remember, he'd have to ask her to get him some. This was fucking dynamite shit. Vicky would love it. Carol was over by his desk looking at the picture of Vicky. "Your wife looks pretty young, Frank." "She's..." He had a hard time forming the words, his thoughts racing though his brain. God ! This woman had an ass on her. He imagined fucking his cock in and out between the cheeks of her ass. He was starting to get hard. "She's ten years younger than I am...twenty-eight." Carol turned and caught him staring at her ass. "Mr. Tamarack is twelve years older than I am. I figure that makes us the about the same age." She let her gaze drop to his crotch and was positive that he had the makings of a woody in his pants. "He loves younger women...but don't worry, your wife is a little old for him." Frank was trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarak was. His brain wasn't working too well or too fast. A thought flashed through his mind.....Ogden, ten years ago. He was twenty-eight. Vicky just eighteen. They were both products of Las Vegas. Frank met her at a casino gig when he was working for his dad on the Strip. She was there with her mother...Love at first sight. They were married before she graduated from high school. Then the shortage...Frank was dealing and the kitty was short...Even his dad couldn't protect him. Frank knew he'd been fucked over but there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it. His dad sent him away to Ogden to start over again - this time - real estate. He did real well in Utah and moved back to town about three years ago. He couldn't get the picture out of his mind...The first time Vicky and he shared a young woman...It was Vicky's idea...Said the young thing had a real crush on him...The daughter of a friend of his dad's...God ! She was only sixteen and so nasty...The two of them couldn't get enough of her...And then their baby sitter...A virgin and nastier than the first one. It had been a long time since they'd shared a young lady...He wondered ? "Still trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarack is ?" Carol broke into Frank's thoughts. She handed him the joint and he took a big drag. "Jesus ! This shit is fucking crazy...You sure it's just weed ?" Frank's cock felt thick in his slacks. He was almost sure she was glancing at it every once and a while. Carol was just nodding her head up and down with a big "shit eatin'" grin on her face. Fifty flashed into his brain. He blurted out, "Fifty...Your old man's fifty !" "Bingo, Frank." She took the joint from him and took a deep drag. He wondered how a fifty year old man could keep up with her. Maybe, she didn't need it that much. Shit ! It was just after they moved back to 'Vegas that he got Vicky back into craving sex after the accident....But once started, she became a wild woman very quickly...Just like the old days. His cock lengthened and thickened in his slacks. Carol was openly staring at it. He flexed it a couple of times. He damn near had a full hardon in his pants and this woman hadn't taken her eyes off of it for the last ten seconds. She looked up at him with that "shit eatin'" grin on her face. "Frank...You might split the crotch of your pants unless..." Her hands were on his belt and then he felt his pants being dragged down his legs. His jockey shorts came with them and his boner slapped up against his shirt. the head of his penis sticking out of his uncircumcised cock, almost purple in color. Carol was on her knees and her mouth was on his cock. His hands came to her hair and then she was sucking him. He knew he wouldn't last long. Jesus ! This woman could suck cock. It had taken him about two years to teach Vicky to give head like this woman was. Oh ! God ! Here it came. His cock shuddered a couple of times and then started spewing...Two, three, maybe four spurts of semen flooded Carol's mouth. Carol almost gagged on the load filling her mouth and had to swallow three times before she was sure she could release his shrinking penis without spilling some of his semen on to her clothes. She looked up at him and said, "I love uncircumcised cocks...I hope we can get this baby up again. You have made me one very horny lady." Frank smiled down at her and then lifted her to her feet. He worked on her jacket and blouse as she stripped off her skirt. He could see the dark tangle of her pubic hair through her white panties and then she pulled his face to her breasts. He eagerly sucked on her nipples and took small bites of her breast meat. Carol's hands worked his shirt off and then they separated and got completely naked. Frank's cock was already starting to get hard. "Oh ! Yea ! Frank...I want that cock...I want you to fuck my brains out...Oh ! God ! You've got a big cock...I love big cocks...Come on, Frank, give it to me." Carol had stripped off her panties and jumped up on to Frank's desk. She put her heels on the edge of his desk and spread her legs. Frank had never seen a woman with so much hair between her legs. His cock was bouncing up and down in his crotch. He was ready and Carol eagerly guided his pole to her hole. She ran the head of his dick up and down her cunt lips and worked it into her wet slit. Frank pushed hard and Carol started screaming. He bottomed out in her and then started fucking her like he hadn't fucked in years...Well, months at least. She was so hot and so wet. He pounded her and she egged him on to fuck her faster and harder. Frank could usually last a good long while after blowing his first load but found this woman's cunt was milking his cock like he'd never experienced before. He was close so soon and tried to slow down but Carol would have none of that. Her legs were wrapped around him, her cunt like quicksand, pulling him further and further into her warm depths. He was there again...Felt his cock explode in her womb. She got even slicker than she was, the grip on his cock lessening some what. She was panting, sweat rolling down between her breast...And what breasts they were...As large as a large size orange and topped with areolae the circumference of a beer can - a very large berry sized nipple in the center of each and so dark. Frank was still fucking her slowly, his penis slowly shrinking in her. Every few moments, she'd arch up off the desk and drill herself on to his still half hard cock. What a fuck she was ! He looked down between her legs and was able to see her slick, pink cunt lips slide back and forth on his cock. He was still amazed at the jungle of hair between her legs. She had more hair down there than he did and Frank was a pretty hairy guy. He could see his semen glisten in their pubic hair. He finally slipped out of her and stepped away from her. Some of his jizzim was leaking out of her and wetting his desk top. "Frank...Your old lady is one lucky girl...She mind you sharing ?" Carol was almost laughing. Frank didn't know what to say and then blurted out, "What are you doing for dinner ?" "Gettin' a lot more of that..." Carol said as she torched up the joint and pointed to his dangling pecker. "...I hope." Frank laughed and then countered with, "I hope you left a something for my wife...She's gona be real pissed if you ate the whole thing." Carol started laughing and then asked if she could use the phone. Frank just nodded as he took another hit off the roach. Carol rolled over on his desk and picked up the phone. Frank stared at her ass. Oh ! Jesus Fucking Christ ! This cunt had an ass on her. One of her legs came up as Carol reached for the phone. He could see a jungle of hair between her ass cheeks, matted with his jizzim. Vicky was going to love eating this thing. He could hardly wait to get her home to his wife. Shit ! He was starting to feel the urge again. He wanted to fuck Carol while she ate Vicky. God ! He wanted both of them...All sweaty...Eating and fucking and sucking ! Frank Malibu could feel a good night coming on. He'd have to remember to thank the guy who recommended Carol Whitouski to him. That fucker made a mistake, a big fucking mistake, not hiring her. ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN ***** The phone was ringing for the third time. I was trying to decide whether to answer it or not. I was real stoned and a fourteen or fifteen year old teenage girl was bouncing up and down on my cock. She was panting, her mouth open, nostrils flared. Her small cupcake size tits were giggling on her chest, covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her areolae were smaller than dimes, her nipples like tiny pencil erasures, all a light pink color. Her waist was so skinny with a deep belly button, her ribs clearly visible with just a small thatch of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. Her cunt lips were almost hairless. I know...I had eaten her for almost an hour before we started fucking. It started when she told me that my "wife..." Well, we weren't really married but Carol often told people we were. I think she wants us to get married. Anyway, Sharon is her name and she tells me, after we share about a bowl full of some of my great weed... "Aaah...Willy...Your wife told me you'd probably let me have some of your dope if I let you take some pictures. Carol said you're an amateur photographer...And you're always looking for young girls to model for you. Was she bullshittin' me ?" I laughed and damn near lost a lung full of smoke. "No...That's one thing Carol doesn't do." "What...Model for you or bullshit ?" I laughed again and got to my feet. I took Sharon by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The last time I saw my still camera was when we moved in but something told me it'd be all set up in the bedroom. I was probably too stoned to notice it when I showered earlier. I asked Sharon to strip down to her bra and panties while I packed another bowl. This young thing had a dynamite body. Nice perky young breasts. I could see her nipples harden as she stripped off her "T" shirt. When she shucked off her jeans, I started to get hard. I started snapping and only stopped when Sharon came over to take a hit off the bong. I touched her shoulder and before I knew it we were kissing. I wished we were up at the cabin and I had the VCR going but realized that things were well beyond me driving us up there. I left her bra on but quickly had her panties off and buried my face in her groin. She smelled so fresh, so clean. I licked her down covered labia at my leisure and soon had the young thing bouncing her ass up and down on the mattress. I pushed her legs up and allowed my tongue to wander down to her puckered, hairless anus. When I reamed my tongue into her asshole, she came for the first time. Her cries were almost shrieks and really sounded like she was laughing but when I looked up at her face I found it a mask of lust and quickly went back to making her cum some more. My cock was almost hard in my shorts. I was dying to bury it in her tight little pussy. When I got to my feet, Sharon helped me off with my shorts and immediately gobbled up my half hard cock. This young lady knew how to suck cock and soon had me thrusting my groin back and forth as her lips slid back and forth on my dick. I threw my head back and had my first orgasm and I wasn't even all the way hard yet. My body shook, my stomach tensed up and I could feel that warm feeling spread out through out my lower body. I looked down at Sharon, who still had my half hard cock partially in her mouth. She was just nibbling on the head. The look on her face was priceless. She knew I had just had an orgasm and couldn't figure out why I didn't fill her mouth with semen. Well...About a year ago...No, make that two years ago, I found out I had prostate cancer. Oh ! I got it taken care of. Had my prostate cut out and so far so good, the cancer hasn't come back. I take a PSA test every three months or so to keep track of it. Anyway, I still have orgasms but I just don't shoot anything anymore. It's ok with me...Well, I do admit that I miss filling a tight little cunt with semen but hey ! There's not much I can do about it. I went to the bathroom and fished around in the medicine cabinet until I found the baggie of pink pills. I call them "fuck" cause they give me a ragging hardon that lasts near an hour. I fished around in the baggie and found a small part of one of the pills I'd cut into eighths several days ago. Down the hatch. I swallowed a little water from the tap and wandered back into the bedroom. Sharon was lying on the bed, hitting on the bong. I crawled up with her and we shared the rest of the bong. When I was hard we started fucking. Oh ! She was an energetic little thing..... Sharon was still bouncing on top of me as I tried to reach the phone. She was laughing. I finally reached the phone, "...Aah...Yea..." "Willy...It's Carol." She sounded breathless. "I ran into a real big deal here and I don't think I'm going to make it for a while...You getting along with Sharon ?" "Yea...You could say that...Thanks, Carol. Whenever you get here is ok with me...Hey ! Before I forget..." I'd rolled Sharon off me and now she was sucking on my still hard cock. I had a hard time concentrating, watching her blonde haired head bounce around in my crotch. "...I was hoping you could come up to the cabin with me tomorrow...I've got a surprise for you." "Wild horses couldn't drag me away, lover..." -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 5.5.3a iQCVAwUBNZ/JDpo9y+4wL+b1AQGCXQQAq27/V2JGs5CE3HSQqvrP9p/wKI9E9iVR 1yNgFfWFy7iRc4S4flM/y3eJPIF0YsIGVmWdoRfV0jeediBfrsRIu5UIi8BzRw8B TYae6zezIDX5GxbAmnKpAr5CIpVEakJljM/Qxm4KSuhvFWXd/TdaapBrUBc4E/U+ SLLJlso+sno= =pphV -----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 `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----