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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Operation
Part: 12a of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (M+Ff oral voy)
Language: English
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@(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).
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 hang-ups 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
The Operation
Part One
(M+Ff oral voy)
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLOGUE ***
Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ?? The last
time we saw Willy he was partying with a group of teeny boppers in Las Vegas.
Then he found out the DEA was after him.....Well, lets join him.
I drove at a very conservative speed and didn't arrive at my parents until
well after midnight. I hope the kids are ok ! Shit ! Who am I to say
anything ? I hardly knew them. I felt a little uneasy but...Shit ! Hot
little cunts, they were. I was kind of pissed I couldn't stay with them for a
couple of more days. Fuck ! I'd probably end up in the slammer.
.....Special Agent of the D.E.A., Wayne Montana got the call right away.
It was the manager of that place out in Henderson - Willy Tamarack's place.
As soon as he got off the phone, he phoned Newport Beach and had the parent's
place watched. With luck he might have some good news tomorrow.....
I parked up by Hughes and walked to my parent's place. Jesus, it was only
a quarter mile or so. I first noticed the car because it wasn't parked very
close to the curb. I stopped walking and moved into a green belt. I went to
my stomach very slowly and just watched. There were definitely two guys in
the car and they were watching my parent's place. I watched for an hour and
never saw them take their eyes off my parent's condo. I split. Shit ! They
might even be bugging the phones. What the fuck am I going to do now ? I
headed down to the beach cities to get lost and do a little thinking.
.....Shit ! Every time Wayne thought he was close, the fucker disappears.
He had to drop the surveillance on the parent's house after three days. He
knew the guy had to be ready to light somewhere...Jesus ! He been on the road
for damn near six months now. He'd get him.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
I'd just come back from smoking a joint. I was real high. When the
police officer told me to freeze and put my hands up on the van; I knew I was
in big trouble. The cop asked me for some identification. I told the officer
that my wallet was in my back pocket. The cop took out the wallet and stepped
away from the van.
"Call in the van for wants and warrants also the name, William Buffalo
Tamarack." My mom was part American Indian, her great grandmother married
Buffalo Williams who was a full blooded Sioux. My parents included it at the
last minute, as a joke. I kind of liked it but hardly anybody knew my middle
name.
"Is that William Buffalo Tamarack ?" A woman's voice answered from the
police vehicle.
The officer behind me yelled back, "Yea ! You want me to spell it ?"
A few seconds later, I heard the female voice say, real softly, "No
wants/No warrants, Jay." The cop told me to stay where I was, he was going to
frisk me. I froze as the cop's expert hands searched for weapons. I hoped
the guy didn't think a roach clip was a weapon. As the cop frisked me, he
proceeded to give me the business about living in the van. I promised to find
a camp ground. The cop turned and headed back to the police vehicle and told
the woman to finish the paper work.
When I turned, I tried to hide the surprise in my face but couldn't. Erin
O'Connel stood before me in well tailored woman's business clothes. A skirt,
a white blouse and jacket that matched the skirt. She was wearing pumps. She
had a clip board in her hand and turned it so I could sign my name.
She whispered, "Now, what trouble is William Buffalo Tamarack in. You
were always the best behaved boy. My mother always told me that you were
really such a nice boy, but her dumb daughter didn't want to go out with a
nice boy. Anyway, Willy, you're in a heap deep pile of shit today. Need some
help ?"
"Real deep, huh !?" I replied.
"DEA deep !"
"The real DEA, huh, not some make believe guys trying to fuck me over ?
You sure ?"
"A little paranoid, uh ? You ought to put down the peace pipe for a
couple of weeks. Yes, I'm sure and it's the real DEA. Now, do you want my
help or not ?"
"Ah...Yea, I could use a little help. I take it by the way you're dressed
that you're not a cop."
"Ah..." She exaggerated the "Ah..." "Yes, Mister Tamarack, you're right.
I'm a lawyer for the D.A. and often ride around with the police to check on
their deportment, the way they handle suspects, etc., etc..."
"You coming, Erin ?" The cop back at the vehicle was getting impatient.
"Yea, Jay...coming," then to me. "Think your stoned mind can remember a
girl's address." I just nodded and she lifted up the form I was signing. I
damn near knew where it was, well, kind of.
I watched as she walked away. As soon as they left, I climbed into the
van and motored out to the PCH. Erin O'Connel...What the fuck are the
chances. I hadn't seen her since I left the old neighborhood and moved to the
South Bay, over thirty years ago. I remembered she was the first girl I made
out with. Shit ! We didn't even french with each other. We shared puppy
love for a couple of months, maybe a Summer. Then she met an older guy from
another neighborhood. He was two years older than we were and she became
exclusively his. I seemed to remember that I took her to her junior prom
because he had broken up with her. Eventually they got back together and
married shortly thereafter.
Erin was a tiny blond, not more than five-two - if that. I knew she
wasn't a natural blond because I'd seen her naked once. I had fantasized
about that chance glance for a long time afterward. It never failed to give
me a ragging hardon that I usually had to take care of immediately. Tonight
was no exception. I stroked himself as I thought back to all those years
ago.....
I was spending the night at her place after moving to the beach. I was
sixteen and it was the first Summer I was driving. Erin was still going with
her future husband and I was there because I had given her brother a ride home
from the beach. Her mother felt it was too late for me to drive home, so I
spent the night.
I was up early the next morning. All the kids slept up in this big loft
thing. Her brother had his own room and bed but it wasn't big enough for two.
I was sleeping in her older sister's bed. She had rented a place at the beach
with some other girls. Her sister was eighteen, just graduated from high
school. She was a knock out - blond hair, although I don't think she was
natural either, and big tits - fucking, huge tits. I had quite a lot of
fantasies about those babies, too.
Anyway, I'm pulling on my pants, trying to keep my eyes averted from the
other end of the loft. Erin and her younger sister, she was ten or eleven, I
can't remember, were sleeping at the other end. I sneak a peak and find that
Erin has thrown the covers off of her and is sleeping with just a "T" shirt
on. The "T" shirt is up around her waist and I can view her pussy without
restriction. She had a lot of hair down there. I've seen her plenty of times
in a bathing suit and never seen it wiggling out. Now her sister is a
different story. I know she has a lot of hair down there.
Erin tossed in her sleep and ended up on her back with an arm thrown over
her head. Her left breast was totally bare. I was shocked at how large and
dark her areolae is...Her nipple, too, almost as large as a thimble. I
started to get hard and considered whether to stroke myself a bit. Decided
against it and.....
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
"Aaaaaagh....Yea, Willy....Oooooh ! Oooooh ! Faster, honey. Your dick
feels soooo goooood. Ooooooh ! Jesus, I'm cuming again." Erin finally came
to rest on top of me. She was sopping wet and dripped sweat all over me. I
could feel it trickle down my sides. I had my hands on her ass, rubbing her
cheeks together, still thrusting up into her every few moments. I had cum
about two seconds before she had. I could feel our wetness leak out of her
and run down my balls. It wasn't the first time she had cum. She came about
a dozen times while I was eating her in the front seat. But that was earlier,
much earlier.....
We were parked in a parking lot at the beach. She told me that no one
would bother us here. As soon as we parked she asked me to tell her about
February 28 of this year. I started and it was a little more than an hour
before I finished. I started with the death of my family and brought her
right up to the present. I included everything: the cancer, all the pussy,
the parties, the videos, the young girls and the dope, especially the dope.
She listened, interrupting only a few times to clarify something. She
thought for a few minutes and then said, "I need to sleep on this but the
first thing you need to do is get rid of the van. I know a guy who can make
it disappear and he owes me." We spent the next hour talking about her family
and career. Her husband had divorced her for being a little "indiscreet," she
said. I didn't ask for clarification. They had two sons. One their own and
a boy they adopted. She still saw the adopted son every now and then. He was
twenty-four and living down in Laguna Beach. Her husband and other son moved
to Montana a couple of years back. I didn't ask why.
"I have a confession to make..." She started. "You remember that night
you spent at my parents place ? Oh ! Shit...must have been '64 ?" I started
laughing thinking back a few hours ago. If she hadn't had pulled in the
driveway when she did, I would have blown my load for the millionth time
thinking of that morning. "What are you laughing at, asshole ?" I couldn't
stop laughing. She started hitting my shoulder and then I kissed her. It was
a long kiss and finally our mouths opened. Our tongues went wild, fencing
with each other. She was biting my lips, I was biting hers.
She finally pushed me away. "God ! You're a good kisser." I started to
pull her back but she kept me away. "What were you laughing at ?" I told her
and even included all the times I had masturbated while thinking about what
she looked like that morning.
She got a funny look in her eye and then said, "I knew you were watching
and rolled over so that you could see it all. I was pissed that the "T" shirt
didn't come all the way up so you could see both of my tits."
"Aaahh..."
"Want to go to my place ?" Erin asked.
"Don't think I can wait that long." I laughed and started the van.
She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I've masturbated a lot, thinking
about you looking at me back then."
I turned off the motor and pushed her down on the front seat. I was half
on top of her with my hand sliding up the inside of her left thigh. She
wasn't wearing any panties and my fingers wandered through her pubic hair. It
was coarse and curly. No, not curly...kinky. There was a lot of it, just how
I imagined it years ago. Her hand was on my cock and it was as hard as rock.
"I took my panty hose off on the way home. They got too wet." I started
laughing. She kissed me. She wanted to get in the back. I told her to
switch places. We played a lot of grab ass as she climbed over me. My hand
found it's way to her cunt again and she sat on it. I finally maneuvered her
into the corner and knelt on the floor. She lifted her hips as I pushed her
skirt up around her waist. I saw the scar. It was long and ugly against her
smooth tummy, right up through her belly button.
"I was too small and they had to cut him out. I can't have anymore
children so we adopted." As if it was any of my business. I buried my head
in her crotch and began to eat her. She was very vocal, urging me to lick and
suck her favorite places. My mouth was full of her pubic hair, well, two or
three anyway, when I finished. She came a lot of times, begging me to get in
the back. When she started to beg me to fuck her, I quit eating her and
climbed over the front seat. I was struggling with my jeans when she joined
me. The skirt was gone, so was the jacket. My cock was just barely hard. I
had eaten her for over an hour.
She crawled right up on top of me and then started to lick my chest. By
the time she reached my belly button, I was hard as stone. She asked if I
wanted her to blow me. I pulled her on top of me and grabbed her ass with
both hands. Her hand went to my cock and then I was in her. Oh ! Was she
tight. Almost as tight as the young things I had been with recently. She
wiggled around on top of me until I was buried in her. Then she started
moving on me. I started unbuttoning her blouse, the bra followed. Her tits
were just a hand full but topped with the most delicious looking areolae and
nipples I'd seen in quite a while. Large and dark with lots of goose bumps on
them, the nipples gnarly looking knobs that begged to be sucked and suck them,
I did. I finally pulled her down and then proceeded to fuck myself in and out
of her until we both came.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
It was getting light when we woke. We showered at her place. She told me
I had a bigger dick than her husband and we fucked again in her king size bed.
As hot as she was, I was sure that she had plenty of boy friends. I was
afraid to ask but dying to know. She finally forced me out of the house and I
wandered the South Bay looking for this guy who was going to take care of my
van. Then I remembered the stuff under the bed. Shit ! Shit ! I couldn't
get rid of the van yet. I called Erin and explained the problem.
She told me to see the guy anyway. I had to get rid of the van. She
couldn't hope to construct a story in one morning and the van was hot - the
plates reported stolen. If I got stopped again...Well ! I could figure out
the rest.
I found the place and talked to the guy. We hit it off pretty well after
the guy asked me when I was in 'Nam. We shot the shit a bit about the war and
I noticed several young ladies working in his place which was kind of a gun
shop. Lots of guns and ammo and these young ladies hanging around. They were
either Filipino, or Thai, or Vietnamese. There were four of them. The guy
told me that he had already talked with Erin but couldn't set it up until
tomorrow morning. I could park the van there for the night and tomorrow the
guy would follow me to the place I needed to be, then take me to Erin's. I
told him I had some shit to take care of, so the guy gave me the directions.
He told me to be there at six. I saw a G.I. shovel hanging from the wall and
asked how much it was ?
I was half way to Pendleton. It was early afternoon and I was on the 405,
heading South. Passing through Newport Beach, the young Vietnamese girl, from
the gun shop, popped up out of the back and scared the shit out of me. I
pulled over to the side of the freeway as she climbed into the front seat.
After some haggling, she finally comes out with this story about how the gun
shop guy owns her, as payment for getting her out of Viet Nam. It was obvious
that she was of mixed breeding and I'd had read stories about how they were
treated in their native country.
But her age didn't match the war and I was suspicious. I shouldn't have
bought the shovel. I should have gone to a Kmart or something. Now what was
I going to do with her ? She was dynamite looking, real long black hair,
maybe a mixture of black and Vietnamese. Tiny little body, her tits hardly
making bumps in her "T" shirt. I motored down the freeway and told her to,
"get back in the back of the van and don't make a sound." We got through the
gate to Pendleton without a hitch.
It was late afternoon and I wasn't quite sure how to get where I wanted to
go. I'd never been there, going through the base. I wandered about the base
until I finally broke down asked one of the many marines walking about. It
surprised me, the guy knew exactly where I was talking about and gave
excellent directions.
A half hour later, I was parked on the hard sand of a deserted beach
watching a two or three foot swell breaking. It was almost exactly how I
remembered it. I told Pai, that was her name, I was going surfing. I
stripped on the side of the van and got into the wet suit. I spent an hour
surfing and when I got back to the van, my suspicions were confirmed. Pai had
found my stash. I'd been keeping about ten or so joints in a baggie under a
corner of the mattress. I hoped she hadn't looked under the bed. That's
where I kept the growing equipment and the money from the drug bust and lots
of other shit.
She was eager to get stoned with me and as soon as we were pleasantly
high, asked me what I needed the shovel for. I told her I was going to bury
her alive. She laughed and we shared another joint. She finally begged off
as I torched up a third joint. I forced a few drags on her but she was wiped
out. I wasn't much better off so I headed for the ocean and a brief swim. It
was pitch black on the beach. I wasn't much better when I struggled back to
the van but Pai was sleeping.
I got the shovel and started walking. I went up to where I remembered the
hole in the fence from so long ago. When I was fifteen or so a friend of mine
and I heard about this place down at Pendleton - everyone called it S.O. Ten.
Ten miles south of the San Onofry sign outside San Clemente. We got his mom
to drive us down there and spent the day surfing our brains out while she
shopped in San Diego.
I found the trail, picked a sandy spot next to a fence post and started
digging. It took me about three hours to get it finished. I then spent the
next two hauling all the growing equipment up to the hole. I finished it up
with the money after taking out twenty grand for expenses. That left me just
a little over a hundred thousand. Next came the computer and VCR camera, then
the digital still camera and finally the porno flicks. I carefully wrapped
all the stuff in large garbage bags that I bought at the BX. Pai slept
through the whole thing. I thought about how to get rid of her. She was
sleeping on her side when I noticed what a cute little butt she had. I got
naked. I was still sweating from all the work I had done.
I ran down and washed off in the ocean. When I got back she was on her
back and I reached down and undid her jeans. It took me a while but I finally
got her pants off, panties and all. She had a hairy little bush. I started
getting a hardon while I pulled the blouse off over her head. She made a
couple of sounds and her eyes opened for a second or two but when I laid her
down, naked, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
I crawled up beside her and placed my cock right on the crack of her cute
little ass. I slipped an arm around her and began to pinch the tiny nipples
of her small breasts. She started to make more noise and I started to grind
my hardon up and down her the crack of her ass. I was licking her neck and
had a hand in her bush when she became conscious of what was happening. She
rolled over and kissed me. She didn't stop until she had my cock in her mouth
and I didn't stop her, either. She gave excellent head, sucking almost my
entire cock into her mouth and used a lot of tongue.
I wrestled her into 69 and ate her sweet, tasty cunt. She was very wet
and her pubic hair was very long with just a little curl in it and black as
the night. I was starting to feel the urge to cum and pulled her off of my
cock. I wanted to fuck her and knew just how I wanted to do it. I pulled her
out of the van and had her stand in the doorway while I eased my cock into her
from behind. I told her to grab the pillow and bend over. I then grabbed her
by the hips and pulled her onto my cock. She didn't make a sound and then I
was fucking the shit out of her. I didn't last long and filled her with a big
load of warm cum.
When I got soft and slipped out of her, I turned her and had her sit on
the mattress. I then fed her my cum soaked cock and she licked it clean. I
was starting to get hard when she told me she had to pee. I pointed over at
some bushes. She walked toward them with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips.
"Maybe next time, honey." I jumped in the van and was out of there in
under a minute. I could see her in the side mirror running, naked, after the
van. I dressed as I drove and was half way to Newport Beach when I tossed her
clothes out of the van. I arrived at the address right on time. The guy was
waiting and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Hey ! Pai run away with
you ? That cunt is always going after more cock. She can't get enough of
mine, has to service almost every guy that comes in the store." I told him I
hadn't seen her.
The van was crushed in one of those things, like I saw in Goldfinger -
maybe a hundred years ago. I was sorry to lose the frame, I built, but
figured I'd build another one for the new van I was going to buy. The guy
dropped me off a couple of blocks from Erin's. I told him, I wanted to walk.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
Erin got home about eight. It was dark and I was getting nervous. She
wanted to know how things went so I told her, leaving out the part about
screwing Pai.
"I figured you couldn't trust that son of a bitch. She get anything ?"
Then I told her the whole story. Erin came up to me, real close, and
whispered, "I hope she didn't tire you out, old man !"
"Not by a long shot. I've been saving it for an old woman I know." We
spent the next two hours fucking and sucking. I was wiped out. Erin wanted
more. I kind of got it up but it kept falling out of her as we tried to
couple. We laughed about it and ended up going 69. I blew a weak load in her
mouth after what seemed like hours of oral sex but then it may have been the
dope as by then we were real stoned.
About midnight, after an hours nap, or so; she told me her plan. "What
we're going to do, Willy, is make you a super secret undercover agent for the
L.A. Police." I started laughing and couldn't stop, even as she pounded on my
chest with her fists. She thought it was a great idea. I was dubious. She
got up and showed me the letter she sent to the DEA.
After the usual to whom it may concern shit and some headers I didn't
understand, the letter went on to say that William Buffalo Tamarack was on a
deep cover assignment for the L.A.P.D.'s Drug Task Force. He's been on the
run for over six months, trying to stay alive. Information that Mr. Tamarack
has secured will be shared as per bla-de-bla, bla-de-bla. If detained,
Assistant District Attorney, Erin O'Connel is to be contacted immediately. It
was signed by the Chief of the L.A.P.D.
For the first time I though this might just work. Erin went on to tell me
that she contacted my parents, who are worried as hell about where the fuck
I've been. She made me promise to call them the next morning. "Your mother
has all kinds of appointments for you to go to for this prostate cancer.
And...You are going to go. If I have to take you myself." I guess that ended
that. I got real depressed after Erin left for work the next morning but did
call my parents and chatted with them for over an hour.
The next several days were filled with appointment after appointment. I
had my prostate examined by just about everyone in the Los Angeles basin and
had another bone scan and a MRI. During all this, my depression deepened as I
realized that maybe I was real sick and had just been putting off the
inevitable with my childish travels all over the world. Each night I would
end up back at Erin's. She would cook dinner for us and I would discuss my
options with her. I was terribly frightened I would never get another hardon;
which ever procedure I chose. I had a hard time getting it up when we went to
bed so most of the sex we had was oral. Not that Erin minded, she seemed to
cum about every ten minutes.
I made my decision while sitting on the rocks, watching a good size swell
roll through Redondo Breakwater. The place was crowded as shit though and I
had no intention of going out and fighting for waves. For the last several
days, I had been driving Erin to work and then going from doctor to doctor.
They all professed that their procedure was the best for me.
The radiation guy was very insistent that "they" could pinpoint the cancer
and take it out with the least possible collateral damage. He was very vague
about how "they" pinpointed the cancer though and I thought back to all the
bombing I'd done in Viet Nam. One thing I'd always remember; "you can't hit
what you can't see !" Plus when people started talking about "they," it
always bothered me. I wasn't convinced the radiation guy knew what he was
talking about.
The seed guy was a real enthusiastic doctor and almost had me agreeing
with him until he started talking about the stats. Seeds was the next least
invasive procedure after radiation. In a way it was radiation but they stuck
little seeds of radioactive material up through your perineum, right into the
prostate, right into the tumor. The stats though only went back seven years
or so and I figured that all these guys could start croaking at eight years.
So I ruled out seeds.
The surgical guy was an older gentleman and took a lot of time talking
with me about all the procedures. He felt that a prostatectomy was the best
route for me because of my age. And if we were lucky and the cancer was
confined to the capsule; you cut it out and it's gone. He told me that there
may still be some microscopic cancer in my body but I was a healthy young man
and the hope was that my immune system would defeat the microscopic cancer
that may still be in my body.
I got up from the breakwater and found a phone. I talked to the nurse who
scheduled the surgery and told her I was ready. Really I was anxious to get
on with a radical retropubic prostatectomy. Throughout all my consultations,
I was almost afraid to bring up the sex aspect of the procedures. The
doctors, on the other hand, were eager to remind me of the collateral damage.
Once again, the surgery guy was the most confident that I would have bladder
control and erectile function after the RRP, assuming the cancer had not
spread.
I arrived at Erin's late. I'd called her and my parents with my decision.
Erin told me to go surfing and said the she'd get a ride home from work. I
rode shoulder high waves at P.V. Cove for rest of the afternoon and it was
dark as I walked up the cliff from the surf. I was going to have the
operation next Monday morning so I only had a couple of days of freedom left.
Two in fact as today was shot. I still had on my wet suit when I walked into
Erin's front room. She was standing in the hall way with just the top to a
baby doll night gown on. Her blond head a beacon for me. The baby doll was
black and I could just see the outline of her areolae through it. It hung
down just below her belly button and her black bush was bare for me to stare
at.
I put the surfboard in the corner of the front room and walked to her.
She pulled the wet suit off of me and started to separate the pubic hair from
my rapidly expanding cock. She was licking my chest, telling me that she
loved the taste of the ocean and me together. I had a hand in her bush and
was in the process of sliding a finger into her wet cunt when the doorbell
rang.
"I'll get rid of whoever it is. Go get the shower going."
I waited in the shower for several minutes. When Erin didn't arrive I
dried off and headed down the hall. I was somewhat pissed as I had been
getting a real good hardon when the doorbell rang. I stopped in the hallway
and watched as Jay, the cop she was with the night they busted me, ate her
brains out. Erin was sitting on the couch. He had her legs spread and was on
his knees in his uniform with his head buried in her bush.
"Stop...Jay...Not now, honey." He mumbled something from between her legs
as she tried to force him out of her crotch.
"Jesus, Erin, you're wetter than shit down here." He exclaimed when he
came up for a breather. "Come on, baby. Just a quickie for Jay before I go
back out on patrol and keep the city streets safe for a luscious lady like
you." He laughed and buried his head back between her spread legs.
Erin looked up and caught me staring at her. She had a confused look on
her face, part annoyance and part lust. I was as hard as rock. My cock
sticking straight up against my belly. Erin glanced down at it and then back
to my face. I nodded my head to her and reached down and stroked my hardon.
The annoyance left her face and her hands went to Jay's crew cut.
"Come on, Jay...honey. Fuck me. I'm hot for your cock. Get it out and
fuck me, stud." She was staring at me as she said it and there was no doubt
in my military mind that this show was for me. Jay was up out of her crotch
and pulling his trousers down. He had a well muscled ass with lots of dark
hair on it. I figured he was no more than thirty and would get his rocks off
quickly. I was eager for seconds and had to keep my hand away from my cock or
I'd blow my load all over the hall floor.
"Ooooh ! God ! You've got such a big cock, honey. Come on...Fuck
me...Fuck me !" Jay was wasting no time, ramming his cock in and out of Erin.
Her breathing was ragged and loud. I could also hear him as he grunted and
groaned while he fucked the shit out of her. Her legs were up in the air,
twitching about when he increased the speed of his fucking and filled her with
semen. He slowly came to rest on top of her. They didn't talk much after he
got to his feet. He wiped his cock with his handkerchief and then zipped up
his pants. He thanked her for the quickie and then let himself out.
I slowly walked out into the front room. She started to get up. "Please,
stay where you are for a second, Erin." The top to the baby doll night gown
was up around her breasts; she lowered it and brought her knees together as if
embarrassed that I was seeing her with so little on. I continued. "I assume
that Jay and you have had relations before."
She nodded her head. "Are you mad ?"
"Have you ever had a different man right after you've had your first
lover, Erin ?"
It was almost a whisper, "No."
I smiled and said, "No...I'm not mad. Spread your legs, Erin. I want to
see your pussy." Her dark curls were matted with his spunk and I could see
that her cunt lips were swollen. My cock was throbbing. I flexed it a couple
of times and a smile broke out on her face. "Play with yourself, Erin. This
isn't going to last long but I promise it won't be the last time tonight,
either."
She spread her legs wider, reached down and spread her cunt lips apart. A
dribble of Jay's semen rolled out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass.
"I won't need to do that, Willy. I damn near came with you watching me and he
only lasted a few minutes. Come on, Willy. Fuck me...Right now !"
I was down on my knees and in her in less than a second. She was loose,
not sloppy loose like some of the other women I'd fucked right after they'd
been fucked by someone else...Just comfortable. Her cunt was on fire and
sopping wet. I started pumping my cock in and out of her and she started
screaming out her orgasm which triggered mine. I was flooding her cunt with
more semen. She became incredibly wet as I kept pumping gobs of cum into her.
I could feel my pubic hair become drenched with semen - both Jay's and mine.
I kept fucking her until I slipped out of her, no longer hard enough to get
back in.
I was resting on top of her. Erin's legs had slid down my thighs and she
had her feet resting on the back of my calves. She giggled. I raised myself
and looked down at her. She started laughing. I started laughing. I got up
and helped her to her feet and we headed for the shower.
In the shower, she told me that she once had two different lovers in the
same evening but that she had them about three hours apart. She wanted to
know if that counted. I burst out laughing and told her "no," then teased her
about her cuming so quickly. She countered that she had never been watched
while she was fucking somebody...Well, her husband had caught her once but
that didn't count - he didn't watch. We were both laughing like crazy and it
didn't stop until we were back in the bedroom and both of us buried our faces
in each other's crotch. Erin O'Connel got her brains fucked out by William
Buffalo Tamarack that evening and was late to work the next morning as he
fucked her again while she was trying to get dressed for work.
As she walked to the door she asked me if I had ever been with two women
at the same time. I just laughed and nodded my head as I pulled on my wet
suit. I drove Erin to work and spent the rest of the day surfing head high
swells at P.V. Cove. It was crowded but I was amazed at the number of people
who just spent their time paddling around, never taking off. I picked up Erin
after work and we fooled around in the shower before she started fixing
dinner. My last day of freedom was tomorrow. Saturday morning I had to start
purging my bowels - bowel prep, as they called it. I wasn't looking forward
to it.
[To Be Continued]
[In]
"The Operation"
[Part Two]
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