Message-ID: <40274asstr$1041725415@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030104155345.22626.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 4 Jan 2003 15:53:45 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "The Pageant"[1/2]{Frederick T.}(MF+ oral interr) Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2003 19:10:15 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Author: Frederick T. Title: The Pageant Part: 1 of 2 Universe: Tales of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary: Keywords: (MF+ oral interr) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!! 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 tales are written to stand alone but use characters and themes introduced in some of my previous writing. If you like these tales you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack", "Shack, Lead !", "The Travels of Willy Tamarack" or "The Stories". It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in these accounts and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental. If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has spent a life time looking for ? 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 hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of 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. A WILLY TAMARACK TALE The Pageant Part One (MF+ oral interr) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution * Mom #1 * Lashawn Jackson sat in the empty bar and sipped her rum and coke. She eventually knew it would happen. She was the only black representative at the Junior Twirlers Regional Finals. Lashawn was alone. She'd had to arrive three days early to help set up the competition organization. Her contingent was mostly black or minority girls from the East side of Detroit. Her daughter had not made the cut but as long as Lashawn was a rep, her daughter could compete and win...But that was a real long shot. Anyway it was a nice six day trip to 'Vegas. Lashawn Jackson had fond memories of 'Vegas. She'd honeymooned here just twelve years ago. Her mother won a three day vacation prize for two in some contest. She'd given it to Lashawn and her brand new husband, Larry. They'd spent the first twenty-four hours fucking and sucking in the room. Well, Lashawn did all of the sucking and her husband did all the fucking. They gambled a little and swore they'd come back but never did. Kids have a way of fucking up newlyweds and the Jackson's were no different. Tilly, named after her grandmother's mother, was that problem. Almost fourteen years old, she was tired of twirling and just wanted to "hang" with her friends. She was off with a group of girls now at one of the many video game rooms in one of the hotels. Lashawn couldn't remember which but didn't worry as the girls were well supervised. She had the afternoon off and immediately went down to the bar to have a drink. Then she was going to leave this hotel and go gambling. The hotel they were staying at didn't have a casino and unfortunately didn't have a video game room either...So there was always the chance Lashawn would run into her daughter at another casino. She hoped not because the reps were not allowed to gamble and Lashawn Jackson loved to gamble. She was into her third cigarette, if the ashtray was any indication, when I strolled into the bar. I recognized her right away. I'd checked in the afternoon the pageant reps arrived. One of the desk clerks liked my marijuana a lot...A real lot. She was seventeen and the daughter of the general manager. I met her at a party. I usually get one or two invites a month. Something in an e-mail...Maybe word from someone I know real well...Diane and Gary's son...Even some of their friends...Well, they were always inviting me to stop by some place. I'd usually bring about an ounce with me and let me tell you...You can get a lot of kids stoned on an ounce of the bud I grow and lots of them are real good looking young ladies and some of them like to fuck...A lot ! She hardly looked at me when I asked her if the seat next to her was available. Shit ! The bar was almost empty it was just after two. I went right into a harangue about smokers rights and how Nevada is being taken over by those godless communists from California. She laughed like crazy and lit up another smoke. I bought her a drink, another rum and coke. "You gamble ? Oh ! Shit ! I'm sorry...I'm Willy...Willy Tamarack." I held out my hand and she took it, still with the butt hanging out of her mouth. After the shake, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and said, "Lashawn Jackson...Nice to meet you Willy...You serious about that shit you're spouting ?" I went into another harangue that had her in tears. While she was still laughing, I asked her. "You want to blow this pop stand and do a little gambling ?" She went on and on about how she didn't have much to gamble with. I waved her off and said. "Come on...Be my good luck...Let me go up to my room and get some shit and I'll meet you in the lobby. We'll get a cab..." I kept on rambling as we approached the lobby. "...You want to come up to the room with me ?" She froze for just a second and then just shook her head "no." I assured her I'd be right back. I spent over ten minutes just fucking around in my room and then wandered around the lobby like I forgot where she was. When I found her I was breathless. "Oh ! Shit...Sorry, Lashawn. I got fucking lost." She cracked up again. I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her to the front door. I told the concierge we needed a cab and he rushed out front and flagged one down while we waited inside. "Shit ! It was over a hundred and ten out there." I told her. Our cab came and we were off on an adventure. I took her to three places all on the East or North side of town...Places where her daughter's group would never run into her. She was visibly pleased that I'd gone out of my way to ensure that she didn't run into any pageant personnel and if she did, out this far, they'd be doing the same as she was...Unwinding a little before the pageant started. I parlayed her meager twenty-five dollars into eighty playing twenty-one. Well she did the playing but I did the coaching. She was over-joyed and was jumping up and down when we left the tables and went to get something to eat. She was holding my arm and every once and a while would mash one of her considerably large tits into my arm. She was quite dark and I laughed thinking of Carol's addiction to black men. "Once you go black you never go back." I wondered if it was true with black women, too ? I was pretty sure I'd find out. The luck at the table was just that luck. I could have just as easily busted her out in twenty minutes. But with that a harbinger of things to come, we hopped in a cab and headed back to where we both stayed. It was about nine by now, we'd stopped at a couple of the amusements on the strip as she was sure none of the girls would be out this late. They had to be in the hotel by six. I laughed like crazy at the yelling and screaming she did on the top of the needle. It was kind of scary...Being on top of this hotel riding a roller coaster. I could hardly wait to hear her yelling and screaming as I fucked her. I was getting hard thinking about it. She was very attractive with a very short hair cut - kind of a short afro, kinky as all get out. Her breasts were tremendously big but then so was the rest of her. Sturdy hips, large balloon ass and thick thighs. I had my arm on the back of the seat of the cab on our last leg of the adventure, fiddling with the back of her neck a bit. I had the cab drop us off at the rear of the hotel and as we walked toward the lobby, asked her. "Want to come in for a night cap ?" I had rented a suite on the ground floor. Easy escape routes and no stairs to climb. "You got rum ?" She asked. I had a fully stocked wet bar and was hoping she had more vices than the three I'd already witnessed. I just nodded my head and we were in the room. The door to the bedroom was wide open and the king size bed yawned invitingly. I went right to the bar and started pouring a drink. She wandered about the front room of the suite and even peaked into the bedroom. I handed her the drink and told her to check out the bathroom. I was standing behind her as she looked in. There was a good size sunken tub and even a bidet. She asked why there were two toilets and I told her I didn't know but was thinking that in a while, I'm sure we'd find out. We meandered back into the front room. I sat on the couch. There was a baggie full of reefer right in the middle of the coffee table. She sat and stared at it. A full pipe was sitting right next to the reefer. I was now positive Lashawn Jackson was going to get her brains fucked out by Willy Tamarack. "Aren't you afraid of getting caught...Smoking that shit in the hotel ?" I laughed and shook my head "no." "How come ?" I got up off the couch and motioned for her to follow. The pipe was in my hand. She followed and I started getting a woody. This was going to be fantastic. Some of the first hotel/casino work I'd done. Just for my own pleasure. Getting to the point where I wanted to sell a couple, real quick though. You know...Underground shit...The premise being that the subjects were being filmed while they fucked for the first time without their knowledge...Hidden camera shit but with a minimum of three. Shit ! The condo had eight...Well, they weren't all in the bedroom...I was real close. We're standing in the bathroom with the door closed and I turn on the vent fan. I point to it and torch up the bowl. Lashawn took a powerful hit off the pipe and my cock started to grow down the leg of my slacks. As she was taking the hit, I moved it about. She noticed and smiled as she handed back the pipe. Lashawn Jackson was stoned on one hit. She'd have to tell her roommate, about the bathroom...Not the dope. She was pretty cool, for a white girl, and a cigarette smoker. They never thought of this. She glanced down at the white guy's crotch. Shit ! Man ! He was getting a hardon. What a fucking turn on. She remembered Larry, those first few nights, giving it to her three, four times a night. Well, he wasn't the first but he knew that. She was pregnant with Tilly at the time and not by him. He made an honest woman out of her...And she stayed that way even though she knew he strayed a little every once and a while. She'd never caught him...But you just knew when your man was getting some strange...It was an instinct. After a while he starts fucking you different...That's because he's fucking you like he fucks her. Anyway...Maybe she was afraid she'd lose him or...What ? Lashawn didn't know. The honkey was looking at her tits. Lashawn was sure he'd never seen a pair like hers. She thrust them out at him as she took another hit off the pipe. Jesus ! This shit was putting her in orbit. She'd never fucked a white guy...Was curious...Was horny...Her husband hadn't fucked her in over a week before she left. She saw his cock twitch. I was flexing like a fool and she finally looked down. Now, my cock is by no means big unless we're talking about real young guys but...I can make it twitch like crazy and if it's hard enough it shows up real well...No doubt I've got a hardon. You'd be surprised how many women get turned on when the guy they're talking to has a hardon just looking at them. Now, you can't do this everywhere...I mean like, come on now... Lashawn looked back down at his crotch. No Shit ! The guy had a hardon in his slacks. Not real large...Not large at all. She leaned toward him as she passed him the pipe. His hand went to her waist and as she held the pipe out for him to hit off of, he weighed one of her breasts. They held eye contact the entire time. I kept my hand under her breast. It real heavy. The heaviest I'd ever felt. I slid it up under her arm, getting a feel all the way, finally pulling her face to mine. Her lips were big and slick, her mouth warm and wet. My cock was like a crowbar in my slacks and when her hand encompassed my cock, I shivered a little. I pinned her to the wash basin and started grinding my cock against her middle. God ! She was as wide as the doorway. Lashawn had her hands in the guy's hair, trying to suffocate him with her tongue. She could feel his bone against her stomach. Her tits were mashed against his chest and now his hands were on her hips. He was dry fucking her but she needed more. She was panting when she pushed him away. I backed into the bedroom and started stripping off my clothes. My cock was pointing out of the fly to my boxer shorts. Lashawn followed, pulling her panties off, her dress long gone. I almost sucked all the air out of the room. Her lower belly was a forest of black curly hair. I stroked myself while she fumbled with her bra. Her tits came almost to her waist. I was sure I could hide my head between them and intended to do just that. Her chocolate skin was a tremendous contrast to my caucasian complexion and even with the tan she made me look white. She was slinking up on to the mattress, if you could call it that. It wasn't a pretty sight. I was off, grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge. I was on my knees with my face buried in her cunt in a flash. It was humid between her legs and she could suffocate me at any moment. I'd never seen such big, fat thighs. I pushed them further apart. Her crotch was a carpet of real dark, real curly hair. I could see a hint of pink along the crease of her sex as the hair wasn't that thick. I licked and she tasted musky, tangy...I licked again, forcing my tongue between her labia. Indeed, it was all pink inside. I slathered her cunt with my saliva. She was very still and I was afraid my magic tongue was going to fail me. I was about to get to my feet and climb aboard when she grabbed my head with both hands and almost pulled my face into her by now very wet cunt. No shit ! Her labia were around my lips and up over my nose. Her thighs clamped shut and I was scared that I was going to run out of breath. I could hear some noise but it was a very faint sound. I kept my tongue alive in her hole and then she rolled over, humping my face. I finally rolled out the back door and struggled to my knees. She was still on her side. Her hip looked like a small mountain. I rolled her to her belly and yanked on her hips until she struggled to her knees. My cock looked like a white tooth pick against her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and poked my cock into the pink. I was surprised how good she felt and freaked out when I felt her cunt take hold of me. She felt tight. I started fucking and didn't stop until I had fucked her down on to the mattress. I kept stabbing her cunt and she started to wiggle around below me. It was erotic as hell and then she started bucking up into me as I thrust myself in and out of her. It was like I was riding a wild animal and probably the best fuck I'd ever had. "Ol' Joe" made several appearances and I was a sweaty heap on the bed when she left. * Mom #2 * I was lying in bed, catching some "Z's." It was close to midnight. Lashawn had left about half an hour ago. She'd looked almost embarrassed as if she knew we were being filmed. I torched up a joint and gathered up the video. Three views of the bed and I was dying to get a look at them. I peeked out the window into the parking lot...For no real reason, other than being stoned. I saw the puff off the cigarette. I already had the lights out so I wasn't afraid of being seen. The cigarette finally arced into the air, bursting into a shower of sparks on the pavement. Another was lit almost immediately. Such craving...I wonder ? I watched as I reminisced about Lashawn. A unique experience...One that I would love to repeat but had the feeling Lashawn was a one time thing. Her cunt was truly amazing and could really get me off. I must have fucked her forty-five minutes straight. I was wiped out, covered in sweat...Must have had four or five orgasms. I lay at her side. She didn't move once I rolled off of her. We showered a while later and she gave me some extremely good head while she used the bidet. I jerked around in front of her several times and was almost glad she left. But, like a chinese dinner, was hungry for her by midnight. I watched my nocturnal smoker another two nights, ran into Lashawn in the restaurant but accomplished little else. I had figured that this pageant shit would bring lots of young ladies together and some...Well, some of them would eventually stray from the straight and narrow and well, end up in my room with little of their clothes on and well, you get the picture. But it wasn't working out that way. I was spending hours wandering around trying to cut one away from the herd but was having no success at all. They were too well chaperoned...Never wandering around by themselves...In all, the pageant was working out to one big bust; except for Lashawn, that is. Lashawn was with two other women when I saw her and I figure she'd ignore me but was wrong...Came right across the room and right up to me...Told me she'd be too busy to see me again...With the pageant and all that. That night I managed to run into my nocturnal smoker. I was wandering the parking lot, smoking a joint. I ran right into her...Well, almost. "Oh ! Excuse me. You out here smoking, too ?" I laughed a little. "Jesus ! Is that marijuana ?" Panic in her voice. "Aaah...Yea..." Silence. I held out the joint. She stared at it a long time and then scanned the parking lot. We were alone. It was midnight. Not many around when the young ladies have to be up and about by seven. She took the joint out of my hand...She knew how to smoke dope. Her face lit up in the glow from the joint. We smoked in silence. It was hard to get a good look at her but she was tall and skinny. About thirty, I figured. We smoked a cigarette after the joint was little more than a roach. "Good stuff...Thanks..." Silence. She looked over at me. I was smiling at her. She smiled back at me. "I better be going...Thanks again." She was about ten feet away when I whispered. "What time ?" She turned and put her hand up to her ear. I whispered again and she came a little closer. We were less than a foot away when she whispered back eleven-thirty. I just nodded but the following night, met her in the hall outside my room as she made her way to the parking lot. We shot the shit outside my door and I was surprised she accepted my invitation to enter. I bowed at the waist as she passed into the room. She laughed like I was the life of the party. She "oohed" and "aahed" as I showed her around and blushed a deep crimson when I asked her what the bidet was used for ? She was very pretty, not beautiful but cute...Short brown hair, pixie little nose, thin lips, no chest at all, that I could tell. She was wearing jeans and a blouse, skinny as a lamp post. Peggy Nooner was not at all at ease. It was one thing to share a joint with a complete stranger out in the parking lot but quite another to come to the guy's room...Well, she was on her way to the parking lot and was looking forward to seeing him again...Well, smoking his dope anyway. She'd gotten so stoned last night, she could hardly get out of bed this morning when the alarm went off. All the girls called her a slow poke. But it would be nicer to smoke in his room...And shit ! He was at least twenty years older than she was...What was she worried about ? She laid back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She felt she was being watched and looked over at the guy next to her. Shit ! She didn't even know his name...He was looking up at the ceiling, too...She could have sworn...She looked back up at the ceiling. Her mind was filled with visions of two people making love, Peggy was the woman and was on her knees in front of the man. He was just fucking the shit out of her. Peggy wondered it the guy next to her was thinking about fucking her ? She blushed, thinking that maybe the old man was thinking of her naked or touching her or...What ? He was smoking again and she took her turn. He watched and she kept her eyes open. It was like he was talking to her but he didn't talk. It reminded her of that joke about how can you tell if a politician is lying ? His lips are moving. His lips weren't moving but she could hear him thinking...He was thinking about her...She wondered what his name was ? "Willy...And you're Peggy." Her eyes got wide. He smiled at her We were in the front room, sitting on the couch, sharing a bowl. Stoned in minutes. I tried to project my thoughts but was no where near knowing if I was having any success. She'd been silent since entering the hotel room. The couple in my vision had changed position, Peggy was now riding me and I was getting excited. I got up to get us a coke or something. She was like a statue on the couch. It'd take a miracle to get her naked and into the bedroom. My cock lurched in my slacks. I was flexing like crazy, my cock growing down the leg of my pants. With my back to her I stroked it a bit. I was glad I hadn't taken the pill yet because this was far, far from a done deal. My mind wandered to the thirteen or fourteen year old I was spying on this afternoon by the pool. Wearing her first two piece and I had a reltne in my trunks. Had to keep my book over my cock for twenty minutes after she left. That young lady had a much better body than the mother sitting over on the couch. I rubbed my cock a little. When I turned I caught her looking at me. She looked away and only looked at my face when I handed her the coke. I glanced at my watch...Midnight. Time was slipping away. I torched up the bowl again. She leaned over to get it and my hand came down on hers. I kept it there as she dragged on the pipe. Peggy was blown away when he answered her with his name and even knew hers. Wow ! How did that happen ? He was lighting the pipe again. She was too stoned to smoke any more but leaned toward him to grab the pipe. She almost fell into him and put her arm out. His hand covered hers. It felt natural and comforting. He was warm and the visions became clearer. Peggy was on the bottom, bent in two and the man was fucking in and out of her from above. I was about to blow it off, close up shop for the night when I felt the energy flowing through her. I tried to find the source, swam in the sea of her. She was warm and fluid and then I was kissing her. Her mouth opened and she was battling my tongue. I was hard as stone and dying to get her into the bedroom. A hand was at her waist and hers came to my lap. Peggy was wild with passion. It was like her first petting session, on the couch in her parent's home. The guy was a great kisser...And she knew so much more than that afternoon on the couch. Her hand was rubbing his penis. It was hard as stone. He was fiddling with the fly on her jeans. She wiggled around as he worked the jeans down over her hips. Her panties partially followed the jeans and part of her bush was visible. She was still stroking on my cock. Her bush was partially visible as I worked the jeans down her legs. It was bushy and about the same color as the hair on her head. Her thighs looked almost like she'd had polio. My cock was still like iron and she was still jerking on it. I got to my feet. First to get rid of my slacks and second to get to my knees and suck this young lady's brains out through her vagina. I had her knees spread and her panties hardly covered the lush growth between her legs. I was sucking on her inner thighs when she snapped her legs closed. I had to fight to get them apart but when I did went right for the pussy. Her pubic hair was coarse and thick. I licked and licked, finally snaking my tongue under the leg band of her panties...Her wet meat was real close. She was totally silent but her hips were wiggling around. I was slathering her vagina with saliva, teasing her clit with my tongue and running a thumb in and out of her cunt. I felt she was just about there. Her back arched and then she started beating the couch with her fists. I increased the tempo of my thumb, fucking in and out of her cunt...Strummed her clit with my tongue and she exploded. Her legs opened and closed around my neck and head in a cadence that she was hardly in control of. I finally worked my hands to the back of her knees and pushed her thighs back on to her chest. I ripped her white panties up her thighs and now her crotch was bare. My thumb went back into her cunt and my tongue drifted down to her very puckered asshole. It was surrounded by a hedge of pubic hair and I was in lust. My cock had lost all of it's stiffness but I figured after the head I just gave this woman, she'd do just about anything. Her ass was bucking up into my face and her cunt was cutting off the circulation in my thumb...Just joking. Ha ! Ha ! But she was pretty tight, especially bent in half like this. Her convulsions finally quieted down and I rose to get my boxer shorts off. She was off in space a totally blank look of her face. I laughed a little before pulling her to a sitting position. Her eyes focused on my groin and I knew I was in for some head. Peggy couldn't believe the orgasm that just left her drained. The ceiling was full of stars and now the guy was sitting her up. His cock and balls were dangling less than a foot from her face. Peggy leaned forward and sucked the head of his penis into her mouth. He was limp as a noodle and after several minutes she wasn't sure whether she was doing it right ? It had been so long ago. In the back seat of a car with the same guy from the couch. She was only fourteen and he was seventeen and they did everything except have intercourse. Her lips felt fantastic and I started pumping as soon as I flexed some blood to my member. It was going to take a while and I wished I'd popped a pill. Well, too late now. Cardinal rule number one, don't ever stop an in progress blow job...They may have second thoughts later. I was starting to get spongy but figured she'd suck the life out of me before I was hard enough to fuck her. Her lips were sliding back and forth on my half hard cock when "Ol' Joe" showed up. I jerked around in front of her, almost crumbling to my knees. I was out of the bathroom, having just popped a little "fuck." She was dressed and heading for the door. I felt stupid, standing there naked. She turned and giggled. I smiled at her, my cock starting to harden in my groin. It was far from hard but just a few minutes of her lips on my cock would turn it into steel and then I was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk. The door was open and she was stepping through it. She looked back and asked. "You got a car ?" I just nodded and she smiled. "Tomorrow night...The parking lot." 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