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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Shit Hits the Fan
Part: 2 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF+ oral anal incest)
Language: English
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@(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 stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. 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 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.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"The Shit Hits the Fan"
Part Two
(MF+ oral anal incest)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
I felt weak and knew I was running a fever. Last night was hell coming
down the Western side of the Spring Mountains. I could see a highway off in
the distance but figured I still had a couple of hours to go. The Western sky
was just starting to lighten up as I checked my watch. Zero six-thirty. The
fucking hike was harder than I ever imagined but then maybe, just maybe, I
wasn't in near the shape I thought I was ?
As I got closer, I noticed the traffic on the highway was rather sparse.
I imagined I looked like shit after spending three nights and two days coming
over the mountains. I was right and after walking and trying to hitch a ride
for over three hours, finally saw some civilization off in the distance. I
redoubled my effort and eventually snuck into a rundown gas station restroom.
The sight that greeted me in the filthy mirror was not encouraging.
I was sporting about a three or four day growth on my face and my hair was
sticking up all over. It appeared much grayer than it had several days ago.
There was no soap but I washed as best I could with the cold water coming out
of the tap. I was surprised how thirsty I was and spent what seemed like
hours quenching my thirst. I hadn't had much to drink except for handfuls of
snow and that just burned calories. I was surprised I wasn't hungry as shit
and figured that was another sign I was sick.
Outside it was cold but much warmer than up on the mountain. I crossed
the road to stay in the sun and headed North again. There was more
civilization ahead. I figured it had to be Pahrump. In the sun I was hotter
than hell and then a little later freezing my ass off. I was positive I was
sick and just wanted to lie down and sleep for about a week.
The screeching of the car tires vaguely registered in my mind but when I
heard someone yelling "Willy !", figured I was hallucinating.
Cindy was positive it was Willy and adamant that Aunt Betty stop. Betty
was not about to even slow down as the guy looked like a common bum...But when
Cindy reached a foot over and slammed it against the brakes the car lurched
around and finally fish tailed off the road about a hundred yards beyond the
guy.
Cindy was running as fast as she could toward the bum, yelling at the top
of her lungs. God ! What got into that girl ? First showing up out of the
blue and wanting a job and now this. Betty started backing up when she saw
the bum fall to the ground and Cindy go down on to her knees next to him.
I was sure I was hallucinating when I saw Cindy running toward me, like a
mirage in the desert. The closer she got the better she looked, her breasts
bouncing with every stride and then my knees got weak and I felt the pebbles
of the road side against my face.....
.....Stephan burst into the room but Elija was nowhere to be seen. He
heard the toilet flush and looked toward the bathroom. The Tamarack woman had
just left. Fuck ! She was spending just about every night at the ranch and
Elija wasn't out of bed until noon most days. Shit ! Business was going to
shit !
"What's up, Stephan ?" Elija was still in a dressing gown but Stephan had
to admit that since the woman began visiting the boss looked pretty chipper in
the morning. He just wished he put a little more effort into running the
operation.
"The DEA claims the Tamarack broad lied about it being Tamarack at the
morgue. They want us to sweat her a little."
"Tell the DEA to fuck off and die. Those fuckers just want to back out on
the deal we had. Nobody could get out of that inferno alive. Shit ! I
watched it burn myself. So they're a body short. Things were so fucked up at
the end nobody had any idea what was going on. Not our fault they couldn't
find a farm up there so they could boast about what a big drug bust it was."
"Well...They're positive it wasn't Tamarack. They think he's on the loose
in the mountains. That Montana guy claims Tamarack led him on some wild goose
chase a couple of years ago down in Alabama. He's positive Tamarack's alive.
Plus he says an Erin Tamarack identified the body. I thought...Isn't her name
Carol ?"
For a moment, just a flash really, the surprise showed on Elija's face.
"Her name is Carol and stop calling her the Tamarack broad." He sat and
looked toward the ceiling for a few minutes before continuing. "Stephan,
start looking for this Erin Tamarack. I'd like to ask her a couple of
questions...Also find out if Tamarack has a sister ?" Maybe those stories
were true...About him having multiple wives...A harem, some said.....
.....I was sweating like a pig and the sheets were damp around my neck.
Fuck ! What sheets ? I opened my eyes and freaked out...Had no idea where I
was ? I looked around the small bedroom. Some women's clothes were hanging
from the corner of a closet door. Almost looked like a trailer house ? I
rose to my elbows and immediately got dizzy, flopping back down on to the
mattress.
Betty heard the rustle of bedding and left the front room to check on
their boarder. She'd finally got the entire story out of Cindy and now knew
why her niece had been so insistent they stop for the scraggly looking bum at
the side of the road.
I had no fucking idea who the woman at the door was...Felt uncomfortable
as hell just lying in bed but then I didn't have a stitch on and wasn't about
to jump out of bed. Although the woman was pretty good looking and had nice
big tits...Fuck ! I must be starting to feel better !
"You must be feeling better, hon ? Hungry ?" I just nodded my head.
"Cindy's at work and won't be home for a couple of hours. Your clothes are
washed." She pointed to a pile of folded clothes at the foot of the bed.
"Scrambled eggs ok ?" I nodded again. My stomach growled at just the thought
of food.
As she left, she called back over her shoulder. "The bathroom's down the
hall. We didn't wash you very well when you arrived."
I'm sure she was referring to my stinking condition. I could smell
myself. I was ripe. When she left, I struggled out of bed and had to stand
still for a few moments as I was dizzy as hell. I searched the room for my
back pack. It was hanging in the closet and I quickly opened it and found
that it hadn't been fucked with...The money, the gun, the dope, the
clothes...It was all there.
I wandered into the kitchen about a half hour later feeling about a
million percent better and hungry as hell. The woman had her back to me and
was cooking bacon. My mouth watered and some slobber escaped down my chin as
I said. "Hi ! I'm Willy...Willy Tamarack. Can't thank you enough for
putting me up. Aaah...How long I been here ?"
The woman turned and motioned toward the small table against the wall.
"Three days, hon. I'm Cindy's aunt...Betty. How you feeling ?"
I ate like a pig as Betty filled me in on the almost seventy-two hours I'd
spent with them. She informed me that I'd had a temperature of over a hundred
and four when I arrived but last night it was down to normal. I wondered how
they were taking my temperature as I didn't remember being conscious since I
thought I saw Cindy running toward me...Shit ! Three days ago. Fuck !?
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
"Cindy saved the news papers for you. Said you'd be interested. You made
the front page of the Review Journal...Even made the paper here." My mouth
was full of eggs at the time and Betty just pointed to a stack of papers on a
chair by the stove. I started to get up but she reached over and tossed them
on to the table. "I'm going to take your bedding to the washer. When you're
finished you can watch TV but I doubt you'll find much news about yourself.
It pretty much stopped yesterday at noon when the DEA claimed you died in the
fire...Said your wife identified you. She obviously got the wrong guy if
you're Willy Tamarack."
I kept eating, devouring the newspapers. The first one blew me away. A
huge fucking headline announced. "MAJOR DRUG BUST NEAR MT. CHARLESTON." I
dug into the article and was surprised how much different the story was from
what I remember happened. Fuck ! Those cock suckers...The article stated
that when DEA agents approached the cabin they were met with a hail of gun
fire...Yea ! After they sent enough lead through my front window to kill
three Al Capones and then tried to throw a stun grenade in after the small
arms. Wayne baby, you're toast, fucker !
After reading all the papers, I was surprised how little factual
information was presented. The DEA hinted that they expected to uncover tons
of marijuana...That I was the major supplier in the Southwest United States
but so far had come up with nothing when pressed by reporters. My wife, Erin
Tamarack, identified the body...Claimed the DEA was way off base...Was
demanding proof of the drug charges. Mr. Tamarack was a retired veteran,
living on a pension...Had served his country honorably for twenty years and
didn't deserve having his reputation ruined after being gunned down by the
Nazi like DEA. God ! What balls she had !?
I was resting on the couch in the front room. Betty had left a little
over an hour ago in the car and said that Cindy would be back with it soon.
Apparently Betty worked in the afternoon and evening. Cindy worked in the
morning. They shared the car and just about everything else. I was dozing,
trying to figure out what had happened to me during the last week, and hardly
heard the car pull into the carport.
Cindy burst into the trailer house and threw herself on to the couch right
on top of me. "Willy...Willy...Welcome back to the living, honey." Jesus !
What a reception. I could feel her breasts mashed against my chest and
immediately came awake. I was tempted to throw my arms around her and kiss
her but before I could command the action she was up astride me, talking a
mile a minute...About the news papers, the TV reports, my death, my wife...She
went on for about five minutes before I finally shut her up by kissing her.
She pushed herself up before I had the balls to snake my tongue into her
mouth and looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry...Overcome by emotion...Thanks for
taking care of me." She leaned down and kissed me right on the lips but was
up and into the bedroom before I could react.
She fixed a fantastic dinner and we talked until about eight when she said
she had to go to bed. Her and Betty were sharing the pull out sofa in the
front room so I retired to the bedroom and took inventory of my back pack. I
considered inviting her to sleep with me but figured Betty might not think it
was too cool that her niece was sleeping with some scum bag they picked up off
the side of the road three days ago...Plus, I wasn't sure she'd accept.
I heard Betty enter the trailer and we talked a little when she peeked in
on me but the rest of the night I spent thinking about what I had to do to.
Wasn't about to go back to 'Vegas...Wasn't about to announce to the world that
I was alive...Lay low for a while and the first thing on the list was to send
a little message to my buddy, Wayne Montana. He was about to become a TV
star, along with his snooping side kicks. For that, I needed to get to
California.
I was up early and heard the shower going. Betty was still sleeping but I
shot the shit with Cindy before she asked me to drive her to work. She was
working as a waitress in the big casino. Betty was a cocktail waitress and
got her the job. I stopped at a pay phone on the way back to the trailer park
and called my parents. They acted totally normal so I figured they hadn't got
the word yet that their son was dead and buried.
Betty slept until noon and we shot the shit for a bit as she ate
breakfast. I mentioned that I'd like to get to LA and she offered to drive
me. I told her that wasn't too good an idea as I'd just as soon keep her and
Cindy as separated from me as possible. I still wasn't sure what the fuck was
going on and didn't want to get them any more involved than they already were.
Betty got up from the table to put her dishes in the sink. She turned and
said, "I've got a friend who comes through here every couple of weeks or so.
He drives a rig from somewhere to LA He's due here tonight. I'm sure he'd
let you tag along. You'd have to leave here early tomorrow morning."
That sounded great to me and I wasn't paying too much attention to Betty
as I plotted out my plan. She had her hands on the table across from me,
leaning forward. Her bosom was impressive and jerked me back to the here and
now. Her house dress was straining to hide her tits and the deep cleavage of
her breasts was drawing my attention.
"Cindy told me all about it...And I'm sure if you were any younger, she'd
drop everything and run away with you. She owes you big time and while
staying here may be somewhat of a pay back...I think you deserve a little
more." I was staring right into her eyes and there was no doubt in my
military mind that I was going to get laid. My cock was already twitching in
my sweat pants. I just smiled. "Cindy says you grow the best dope in the
world...that it was the only reason she was able to sleep while she was
staying with you...So what the papers say is true ?"
I got up from the table and went back to the bedroom. When I got back
Aunt Betty's house robe, or whatever, was loosely tied at the waist and her
cleavage was much more visible. I torched up the joint while sitting down and
then passed it across the table.
Betty was really taking a hit off the joint. She held her breath and her
tits were like mountains on her chest. I finally noticed that she was holding
the joint out to me. I laughed a little as she exhaled.
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
"Oh ! Wow ! I feel it already." I could hardly wait to feel her tits.
I hit on the joint and passed it back. My cock was growing like a weed while
she stared at me as she pulled on the joint. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be
long and she'd be sucking on my joint. I could hardly wait. I reached across
the table and took the joint from her.
"Why don't we finish this in the bedroom ?" I rose and held out my hand.
She got up on her own and shucked off the robe. Her tits were mountains on
her chest. Good, big, sagging tits !! A deep cleavage between them...The
areolae and nipples large and well used. I wanted to feel her cleavage
wrapped around my cock. Her stomach was flat but had several rolls that in a
few years would develop into a paunch. Her belly button a deep crevasse in
her belly, like it was holding in the weight of her rolls.
Her bush was full and just a couple of shades darker than the hair on her
head...Kind of a light brown. It was a bushy pussy and I was as hard as rock.
I told her I had to use the bathroom and rushed back after taking my pill.
She was in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. I laughed as I pulled my
pants down and my hardon sprang out of my pants.
Naked, I climbed on to the bed and began to pull the covers down. Her
tits were spread out on her chest like over ripe fruit, having lost some of
their form but none of their mass. I bent and licked the closest nipple. My
hand traveled below the covers and found her cunt. She was wet and my finger
slid right into her. I banged her pussy with my finger while stroking my cock
with my other hand, just watching her...Still on my knees.
She was starting to wiggle out a dance for me but didn't really want to.
I laughed. She never tried to pull my finger out of her by now sloppy cunt.
She arched her back a little and pulled her knees up, then spread them. I
could see her fat, dangling cunt lips in her forest. I licked my finger and
then sucked on it. She stopped dancing for a moment but continued when I slid
my finger back into her.
I was tempted to fuck her but held off. It'd be much better if I ate her
and then...Well, I was kind of hopping she'd beg me to fuck her. Hey ! Man,
I don't fucking know ?? I'm stoned out of my mind.
I was on my knees in between her legs, still sliding my finger in and out
of her. She's dancing again. I have nothing but skin around the finger I've
got in her. I work it up between the lips of her cunt and find a nice little
nub of clitoris. I work her lips apart and find a sheathed clit of good sized
proportion.
I'm licking it before she's taken a breath and am off to the races,
slathering it with saliva. I start jacking it off with my cunt butter soaked
fingers and lick the tip with my tongue. She came like a wild woman and I
quickly lost hold of her clit. I dove back in and began slathering her cunt
lips with my juices. She was drenched, her labia slick with my saliva and her
cunt butter.
I was crawling up her. She was wiggling around. I wanted to fuck her.
Forget the begging, I couldn't wait. I was in her and her legs came around
me. Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap ! The sounds filled the bedroom. We were
sweaty in minutes. I fucked her faster and felt her cunt contract and bring
me off just before she damn near took out my left ear drum with her
screeching.
I was up off her and my cock was still hard as rock, drenched in her body
fluids. "Turn over, Betty." She was staring at my cock, not quite believing
it was still hard after the fucking I just gave her. She struggled to her
stomach and I grabbed her hips and pulled her up. I sliced my cock back into
her and began to fuck. She was wild in seconds, wailing and groaning like I
was as big as a donkey. I spread her ass apart and was met with a mildly
hairy asshole. I reamed a finger into it. Dry.
I wet my finger and reamed it back into her. She was like a machine,
pumping back at me and I didn't have to move as she fucked herself back and
forth on my cock. My finger was all the way into her ass and she was tight.
I was doing the "Joe Cocker" behind her when she pulled away from me.
I was up by the head board feeding her my cock. This woman had sucked a
few cocks in her life. Her mouth was like a specially shaped suction cup,
pulling my hard shaft deep into her mouth. I felt her gag and then I was
sliding out of her. Back and forth her head went. I was watching her lips
devour my meat, all the way to the pubic hair. My hands were in her hair and
I was pumping. She sucked and sucked, finally bringing me to a very pleasant
orgasm.
Even though my cock was still hard, we rested. I was starting to tire and
didn't wake up until four. Betty was gone. There was a note on the bed
stand, telling me to meet her at the hotel at zero four hundred. Fuck ! That
was early. I figured LA by ten at the latest.
Cindy was taking a shower and I was copping a joint out in the front room.
The news was going on and on about the newest war with Iraq. I was fucked up
and didn't notice Cindy walking by with just a towel on. I noticed while she
poured herself a coke and stared at her. The swell of her breasts was visible
over the top of the towel and it just barely covered her butt.
She bent over and now I could see her bare ass, almost spread. My cock
leapt in my pants. She was teasing me. Even after Aunt Betty, I was
approaching a full hardon in record time. I lay back on the couch and stroked
it as she went about her business in the kitchen. She never bent over again
but I was hard as rock when she walked by and headed back to the bathroom.
She didn't even glance at me.
I walked down to the bathroom and peeked in. She was out of the towel and
drying her hair. I rubbed myself as I watched her. Her ass was almost a
perfect heart shape and white...So white. She turned and looked at me. I got
a terrific view of the side of one of her breasts. I just couldn't quite make
out the nipple.
She turned full on to me and I started undoing my jeans. I moved toward
her and wondered if Aunt Betty gave her a heads up ? I doubted it. I was
kissing her while still pulling my jeans down. My cock was hard but it ached
after the workout her aunt and I gave it just this afternoon.
She helped me step out of my jeans and I couldn't keep my hands off of
her. Her breasts were so heavy and firm, the nipples erect...Like pebbles in
my hand. I pinched them and then sucked them. Her hand was on my bare cock,
stroking.
I dragged her to the bedroom and rolled on to the bed with her. My hand
found her snatch and just rubbed the fat lips that hid her sex. She was
hairier than I remember from the video. Her lips parted and I was teasing
pink. Her hand was jacking me off like a fool. I feasted on her brown
areolae and nipples, licked under her arms and worked my way to her navel.
She had a hand in my hair and was pushing me further South. I stopped when I
had my tongue in her and she was whimpering.
"Ooooooh ! Willlllie...Come on...Willlllieeeee !" She was jerking around
below me and I was almost sure she'd got her cookies. I reamed my tongue
further into her. She chanted louder. "Willllieeee...Willliieeeee !" Little
shrieks that were driving me crazy. I sprawled over her and felt her warm
moistness suck me into her belly. I was fucking her and almost to Nirvana.
Her chanting continued, getting louder by the second.
"Joe" made an appearance and I was beat. After rolling off her, she
slithered up to lay beside me. "And Aunt Betty thought she wore you out ?"
She laughed. I went to the bathroom.
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
I woke up as we took the I-10 ramp from I-15. I could smell her on me and
was sure Betty's boy friend could smell her, too. The shower came back in a
flash. She was grabbing her ankles and wiggling her butt back and forth. I
think she thought I was going to fuck her cunt. It was visible between the
cheeks of her ass. I rubbed the length of my meat up and down the crack of
her ass.
It spread like ripe fruit and now I could see her asshole. A tiny little
eye that winked at me when I rubbed my cock against it. I plugged into her
cunt and it was still a swamp from our previous coupling and the almost
non-stop pussy eating I'd been doing. She was slick and gooey. I pulled out
and felt her shudder with disappointment. She was back to wiggling her butt
around but I had other ideas.
I wormed my cock head against her rosebud anus and felt it start to give
way. She froze and whispered, "No." She stood up straight and squeezed by me
on the way out of the shower stall. I was deflated. She was back in seconds
with a tube of "KY" jelly. My cock leapt in my groin. Cindy was squeezing
some out on to her hand. I grabbed the tube as she started to rub the jell on
my cock. I thought I was going to cum she was beating me like a crazy woman.
I turned her and she resumed her position against one of the walls of the
shower.
I slathered her asshole with jell, sliding my finger into her. She was so
tight. I had two fingers in her when she begged me. "In my ass...Willy...I
want it...Go slow, honey...You're the first." My cock was like lead as I
forced the head into her. I was half way in before I felt her tense up and
then it was too late. I had her by the hips and pulled her on to my cock,
keeping her buns spread so I could watch my pole sink into her. The scraggly
hair around her anus looked sparse with my cock filling her asshole.
I started fucking and she filled the shower stall with screams. God ! I
couldn't stop, just ramming my cock in and out of her. She was jerking around
against the wall and I didn't stop fucking her until she slid down the wall to
the ground and curled up. She looked up at me from the floor, my cock slick
with streaks of her excrement.
She giggled. "It made me feel like I had to go to the bathroom." I
laughed as she got to her feet and threw her arms around me. "Thanks,
Willy...We're even."
.....Betty's friend dropped me off where the San Diego Freeway ran into
I-10. I walked the rest of the way and reached Kathy O'Connel's place around
ten. I figured the girls were at school and after casing the joint for about
a half an hour, sneaked into her back yard.
About noon, I caught some movement in the house and went to the back door.
I knocked lightly and Kathy called, "Who's there ?" I knocked again. She
pulled aside the sash and her face lit up with surprise. She yanked the door
open and pulled me into the house.
"Shit ! Willy...Erin has been looking all over for you...For over a week.
Told me not to believe that shit about you being dead. Let's call her !" I
grabbed Kathy's wrist as she reached for the wall phone.
"No..." I was shaking my head back and forth. "...I'll only be here a
little while...Maybe a week and no one...Not even Erin can know where I am."
I could tell she wasn't happy about that order and might call Erin behind my
back. "Please...No calls...It'll just put everyone in jeopardy."
She put me up in a back room, more like a closet and I slept all day and
into the night. About eight, she brought dinner to my room and told me the
girls would figure it out. Yea...I probably ought to talk to them and did
before they went to bed. They seemed pretty cool about it but then who knows
what children are thinking ?
The next morning, after Kathy returned home from work...She was a systems
manager who worked at night, backing up tape and that kind of thing...She let
me set up an anonymous post office on her server and promised to keep it
active as long as I wished. Anyway...After letting me flounder around with
pass words and such, she drove me out to a car rental place and I got wheels.
A germ of an idea was growing in my head but I needed a little while to sort
it all out.
Every night I drove down to Newport Beach about sunset and snuck in to
visit my parents. I explained the whole thing and told them that as far as
they were concerned, I'd be better off dead for a while. I taught my mom how
to access my anonymous post office as my dad was a total loser on a computer.
During the day I slept at Kathy's and tried to get in touch with a lady, I
barely knew, from long ago...An air force comrade...Maggie Lee (SL). Now,
Maggie Lee was close friends with Carol. They still kept in touch and whereas
Carol had separated from the service, Maggie Lee stayed in...She was now a
captain in the air force and the aircraft commander of a C-141 out of Travis.
It took me three days but I finally got a hold of her. She was surprised
to hear from me and inquired about Carol. I mumbled something and casually
asked about her next trip...Non-stop to Yokota on the following Monday. Bus
up the coast and I was in there. I then wrote Dale Haggerty a long letter and
asked him if Santa Claus was going to visit ? What should he bring ? I
signed it with my email address and hoped he had access to the net. I spent
the rest of the week sending several West Coast newspapers the scoop on Wayne
Montana and his buddies.
Friday night was cold and damp. The news papers broke the story today.
My city council friend was causing a ruckus in Las Vegas and my judge buddy
was making noise down in Henderson. I figured Wayne had his hands full and
wouldn't be worried about where I was or wasn't.
Kathy had to work and the girls were usually in bed by the time I got back
from my parents. I snuck into the back yard and climbed into my room through
the window. The smell of burning marijuana was faint in my room. I was sure
it was the girls, rippin' me off. Susie, the oldest, had caught me a couple
of times getting loaded in the early evening after her mother had gone to
work. Ok ! I gave her a little as she was pestering the shit out of me.
I peeked out into the hall and found Meridith, the youngest, standing
outside her mother's bedroom door. Her little body was jerking around and I
was sure she was up to no good. She had on a "T" shirt and that looked like
about it.
I stepped back into my room and stripped down to my shorts. My cock was
starting to get hard already. I crept out into the hall and tip toed toward
her. Meridith had moved but was still...Shit ! The young thing was playing
with herself. Two wet bodies were making a slapping sound...There was fucking
going on in Kathy's bedroom. I peeked over Meridith's shoulder...She didn't
yet know I was behind her. Meridith's sister, Susie, was getting her brains
fucked out by some unknown guy right in the middle of her mother's bed. I
laughed and tapped Meridith on the shoulder.
When she jerked around, pulling her hand out from underneath her "T"
shirt, I kissed her. My tongue was past her lips, between her teeth, prying
them apart. I pulled her to me and ground my very hard cock against her
belly, really it was damn near her tits. Her arms were around my neck and I
lifted her off the ground and headed to my closet room. Her legs came around
me and my now very hard cock was poking against her sex.
We plopped down on the bed and I immediately started pulling her "T" shirt
off. I dragged off my shorts as I gazed at her tennis ball size tits. Her
areolae looked like mine, real small...And almost pink. She was staring at my
cock as I threw my shorts over on to the floor. I kissed her and my hand slid
down to her crotch.
Her bush was thick and curly. Her cunt was fat and wet. I had a finger
pumping in and out of her inside a minute. She was sloppy; her tunnel, a
grease hole. Her hand found my cock and started giving me a very good hand
job. My thirteen year old niece had played with a dick or two before mine. I
rolled her over on top of me and she immediately guided my cock to her cunt.
We were fucking. Jesus ! I should have got into this earlier ! Her tits
were like firm fruit on her chest, her tiny nipples sticking out of them. Her
cunt was tight as all get out. I grabbed her butt cheeks and started ramming
myself in and out of her. Her head went back and she screamed out some sound
that I couldn't figure...Well, who cares ? I was like a machine under her and
she finally flopped down on my chest, very damp...All over. I was still
thrusting up into her...Knowing that I would soon shrink out of her.
She was quivering on my chest and I could feel her ragged breath on my
neck. Her breath smelled like hemp. After rolling her off me, I reached for
the night stand and the joint...I always kept one in the drawer. You know, a
before bed time joint !
She was asleep when her older sister looked in on us. The surprise only
lit up her face for a split second or two...Almost like...She just guessed
wrong on the timing. I was already thinking about dickin' her. She was a
carbon copy of her mother. Short, blonde, stocky and stacked...And like, she
was sixteen again. I could hardly wait.
Niece and I showered together later and she gave mediocre head. She was
much better toward the end, though...Much better. Early morning found me
shooting the shit with mom after she got home from work and then I took a long
afternoon nap. The girls left after lunch to do something...I never really
figured that out.
I swore I could hear fucking sounds. What else would wake me ? Once
again I crept down the hall...This time it was mom and it appeared that it was
the same guy from last night. Either mom was fucking daughter's boy friend or
vice a versa. I watched for a bit and then went back to my bedroom.
When the girls left after dinner, they were none the wiser that mom had
been sucking and fucking all afternoon. I got Kathy stoned as shit and had
her clothes off in under five minutes. We were fucking like animals in her
bed when the girls burst through the door...Naked as jay birds.
What a fucking orgy ! While I was fucking Susie's brains out, Meridith
was licking my balls. Mom was on the phone to their friend and soon there
were five of us. It was a kid...No more than sixteen. Zane was his name and
even through he'd fucked Kathy's brains out just this afternoon, well...He put
on quite a show. Now, nothing like Superman Tamarack but then I had a lot of
help.
[Continued in]
"The Shit Hits the Fan"
[part three]
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