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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Welcome to America !
Part: 1 of 5
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF anal oral war violence)
Language: English
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@(C) 2002 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 (NORML) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following narration is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. You have been warned ! 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 events introduced in some of my
earlier writing. If you like this story you might also like some of the
stories at <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Frederick_T/www/>. Located there is a synopsis
of every story I've written...Like a road map...Pick and choose as you like.
Characters who appear in earlier works will be identified the first time they
appear in "The Stories." And all of the characters are mentioned in the
synopsis at the previously mentioned url. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this story 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
"Welcome to America !"
Part One
(MF anal oral war violence)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing
the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....
He was buried in them...Swimming through them...Woman's body parts...Arms,
legs, hips, stomachs, heads, shoulders, hands, feet, asses...Now, it was
getting interesting ! Asses, big and fat and lean and skinny; some with a lot
of hair between their cheeks, some with little or none. He like the hairless
ones...And breasts, big ones, small ones; some with great big areolae, some
with small...All shades of tan...And nipples, the same. And pussies...Shit !
Pussies galore...Some were hairy, some shaven, some were bare...Because...You
guessed it...They were a bit under age. He was surrounded by flesh...Human
female flesh and it all smelled like pussy. He was holding his breath,
swimming to the surface...Following the bubbles that escaped from his mouth
and he was running out of breath...Both arms stroking, the AK-47 slung over
his shoulder. The safety was off and now he knew how to use the weapon.
Oh ! How times had changed. He was so young and so scared and now he was
so old but he wasn't scared anymore. He watched his air bubbles breaking the
surface of the bodies. He laughed. A whole mouth full of bubbles escaped
toward the surface. They were running between the cheeks of a very nice ass.
He wondered if the lady was embarrassed, feeling the bubbles tickle her private
parts ?
It was dark below but the surface appeared gray. Maybe a dark shade of
gray but lighter than where he was. He broke the surface with a big "Wooosh"
and sucked the humid air into his lungs, his legs kicking against body parts
to keep his head above the surface. The beach was black and the moon appeared
orange...Almost red. He struggled to the beach and then up on to the sand,
looked over his shoulder and found his wingman out on the flank. They nodded
to each other and moved off toward the higher ground.
The men appeared out of the darkness, all of them carrying weapons. The
two lone men felt invisible...Invincible...And both of them started firing
from the hip. The men, approaching the surf, were mowed down...It was like
they couldn't see the intruders...Arms and legs flying in all directions. The
two men from the sea could see bits and pieces of flesh and bone being torn
from the men yet they kept firing...Their ammunition unlimited and...Kept
firing and firing until the last man was down. Their blood, black, blending
with the sand of the beach.
Beyond the beach, on a bluff, sat a castle. The two men moved off toward
it at a trot. The distance was short. When they kicked in the door, the sun
exploded out of the entrance...Bright and everlasting. Both men shielded
their eyes but moved on through the hallway in front of them. The light got
brighter and along the way they saw visions of comrades, long past gone.
Their comrades waved to them, encouraged them along...The two men waving back,
speaking greetings to several of the visions.
They burst into a room that was as large as the universe and populated
with millions and millions of people and in the center was the One. The
millions started cheering and yelling and screaming; hooting and hollering as
the two men fell to their knees.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
The "Philippine Princess" slowly made her way through the calm water off
the California coast. At the rear of the ship, two middle-aged men stood at
the railing. One was about ten years older than the other. Faces bronzed by
the sun, their hair was long and scraggly as were their beards and mustaches.
The older man's hair, in a long pony tail, reached down to the middle of his
back, sun bleached...Almost white. The younger one's was dark and looked more
like an afro but was too long to form the characteristic halo of a sixty's 'fro;
it drooped around his face and down on to his shoulders.
The small filipino made his way to the rear of the ship, looking for the
foreign men. He saw their silhouettes against the pale moon, rising from the
Southeast horizon. He called to them. "Almost time." They waved.
"Well...Time to shit or get off the pot." The younger guy laughed at the
older guy's comment. He bent to lift the nose of the surfboard at his feet to
the ship's railing. Overhead the net was being moved toward them. It was
lowered and fell in a heap just to the right of them. The older man was
struggling to lift his surfboard to the railing while the younger man bent,
spreading out the netting. They helped each other drag the surfboards into
the netting and then gave a thumbs up toward the pilot house. The noise of
the crane was noticeable as it lifted the two surfboards.
While the surfboards were raised, the two men stripped off their clothes
and packed them into the plastic bags that held their possessions. It took
them only minutes to don the wet suits and now they blended with the night.
Almost together they picked up the AK-47's and slung them over their
shoulders. The younger man grabbed a hold of the netting and lifted himself
up, reaching back and offering the older man a hand.
"Fuck you, Dale !" The older man whispered as he grabbed the netting with
both hands and leapt off the decking. They looked like spidermen with their
legs and arms entwined in the netting and now the crane was hoisting them over
the side. Down the netting went. It made almost no noise as it slid into the
water. The younger man quickly had his board free and was sitting astride it
as the older man struggled to free his board from the drifting netting.
"Need some help, old man ?" The younger man laughed.
"Fuck you, sonny boy." The older man hissed, finally freeing himself from
the netting. He lay prone on his board and took several powerful strokes away
from the ship then jumped to his knees. He kept paddling until he was several
hundred feet from the ship. The younger man followed.
The younger man quickly pulled abreast and passed the older man. The
older man, while still on his knees, coasting; fished a bic lighter from
inside his wet suit and flicked it twice...Holding the flame lit for about two
seconds each time. From the pilot house he saw the flashlight blink back
twice. He put the lighter away and stroked to catch up with his comrade.
Behind them, they could hear the ship's increased engine noise as it motored
on up the coast toward San Pedro. The younger man paused, gazed for a moment
at the ship and then dug his hands into the water to keep pace with the older
man.
#####
Mrs. Elaine Tamarack was about a week away from her eightieth birthday.
It was zero two hundred hours. Elaine couldn't remember if she'd ever been up
this early ? She put on a pot of water for tea and then went back up stairs
to dress. The water was boiling when she walked back down stairs in a dark
sweat suit and tennis shoes. At exactly zero three hundred hours, Elaine
backed the brand new Toyota Van out of the garage and drove off toward the
freeway. Since her husband's stroke about a year and a half ago, Elaine
rarely traveled far from where she lived without friends with her. She was
anxious as she hadn't driven on the freeway in...She couldn't remember how
long ?
The drive was boring and Elaine was happy they picked this time of the
morning as the traffic was almost non-existent. She picked up the sign that
said, "San Onfre - 10 miles" and noted the odometer. Three miles later she
doused the lights, pulled off and parked on the shoulder of the freeway. She
hoped a police officer didn't stop and inquire as to why she was parked out
here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
She stared at the fence and the sand dunes beyond it. She was early but
better early than late. Elaine glanced at her watch - zero four ten. Another
thirty minutes or so and if they didn't show...Well, she'd do it all over
again tomorrow morning. After all, what else did she have to do except take
care of William ?
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
I was starting to run out of gas. Fuck ! Ten miles seemed like such a
lark when we talked about it. But even though the plan was over a year old we
didn't start working out...Well, really working out until six weeks ago.
Eleven September changed a lot of plans, I imagine. So we put it off for
another six months or so. The view from the magic box told us that things
were getting back to normal but the increased vigilance and security worried
me.
Dale was pulling away so I dug my arms harder. The coconut shells, I was
using as knee pads, were just about gone. We'd soaked them for a day to make
them soft enough to use and I figured they'd last the entire trip ? My legs
were cramped from kneeling for most of the trip...They fucking hurt like hell
and I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk once we hit the beach.
Dale was about fifty feet in front of me when he pulled up and sat astride
his board. I wondered why he stopped and unconsciously slowed my stroking.
Dale was looking back over his shoulder toward me and I figured he was going
to give me some shit about not being able to keep up. All of a sudden he was
prone on his board and stroking like a fool.
Like a light bulb flashed on in my head...He was paddling for a wave !
Without even looking behind me, I stroked like it was the end of the world.
My shoulders ached, burned. My knees had destroyed the coconut shells and
were grinding against the fiber glass of the board but I put the pain behind
me and kept stroking. I felt the wave lift me and fell to my stomach. I
looked over to the right and saw Dale grinning at me through his dark beard,
his teeth as white as the moon.
He was lying prone, as I was, and holding on with both hands as the wave
propelled us toward the shore. My legs below the knees were numb and I was
holding on for dear life although the wave was only about three feet. The
shore surprised the shit out of me and I continued forward for a moment as the
board came to a rapid halt on the sand of the beach. Fuck ! I hoped the
marines were taking the night off as I was in no shape to escape and evade
several hundred of them as we carried the boards to the fence line.
I fell when I tried to get up off the board but then started giggling as I
noticed Dale crawling toward me.
"Fuck ! Malibu...Who's stupid fucking idea was this ? I don't think I
can walk." We both tried to suppress laughter but the moment passed quickly.
I rose and moved toward the nose of my board then lifted it to my waist. Dale
was at the tail block doing the same thing. We moved toward his board, laying
about fifty feet down the beach, our plastic bags dangling from our waists.
As if rehearsed, we bent, retrieved his board from the water and started
walking up the beach. I could hear Dale chanting...Almost like a cadence and
matched his rhythm as we marched up the beach. It was darker than shit and I
wasn't exactly sure where we were ? We crossed several dunes before Dale
called a halt.
"Yo ! Willy, you got any idea where the fuck we are ?" To be honest I
didn't. Shit ! Camp Pendleton was, who knows how big ? It all seemed so
easy when we planned it out but now that we were on the beach...Fuck !
Everything looked the same. We lowered the boards to the sand and took a
breather. I was dying for a cigarette or better yet a joint. I quickly put
those ideas to rest and gazed off toward the east.
If we got to the fence it was a fifty-fifty proposition. I got to my feet
and Dale followed my lead. Off we went...One, two, three, four...Air force,
or something like that. I was in the ozone and wasn't sure I could continue.
We stopped to rest again.
#####
Elaine was sitting peacefully, sipping her hot tea. She'd made a whole
thermos full and was hoping to share it with her son. Oh ! God ! How she
hoped he made it. Elaine had not told his father that Willy might be home
today. She didn't want to put any stress on him at all...Thought she saw a
movement off to her right, beyond the fence line. She stared in that
direction but could see nothing now. What the hell !? She flicked on the
head lights for just a moment or two. Nothing. Her night vision went to shit
so she took another sip of hot tea.
I was staring off to the East when my mother flicked on the lights. My
brain registered the flash of head lights but it was several seconds before I
rose to my feet and told Dale it was time to go. I'm sure he thought I was
crazy. "Come on, sonny boy...We're just about home free now !"
Ten minutes later we dropped the boards at the fence line. I could see
the silhouette of the van about two hundred feet away. I told Dale to search
for the cut in the barbed wire while I dug around in the sand for the G.I.
shovel I'd buried here about five years ago. Dale was busy unhooking the wire
while I marched three paces off from the post nearest the highway. I started
digging and in little or no time hit pay dirt. Well, it really wasn't pay
dirt but the stash of dope and cash I'd buried here...Seems like decades ago.
I pulled the plastic bag out of the sand and helped Dale carry one of the
surfboards through the wire.
Elaine was day dreaming...Thinking of better times...When Willy was a
child and the fun they had...Going to the beach and watching him play football
and Connie, his girl friend...Oh ! Those were the times.....
.....The dark figures appeared right in front of the van and Elaine was
terrified. Jesus ! Mary ! And Joseph ! What was she going to do...Who were
they ? Police ? Rapists ? Criminals ?
I ripped open the front door to the van and the overhead light flashed on.
"Oh ! Jezz...Mom...Turn off the light." Elaine reached back and flicked off
the lamp and I dove over the consol and started crying. I had my face buried
in her lap and her hands were running through my hair. She was sobbing but I
was crying like a baby.
"Hate to break up the reunion, folks, but I think we'd better get our
butts out of here !" It was Dale. I pushed myself away from my mother and
scrambled out of the van to help him with the first surfboard. We both
struggled to get it into the back of the van and by then Elaine had the motor
started and was ready to go. I tossed the bags of dope and cash into the back
and went with Dale to retrieve the second surfboard. In less than ten minutes
we were tooling North on I-5.
"Willy, you need a hair cut." If she noticed the AK-47's she chose not to
say anything about them. Dale and I were fast asleep in the back of the
van...Protecting our surfboards. They were very valuable, each having over a
hundred pounds of Yamashita's gold inlaid with the balsa wood and the foam and
the fiber glass.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
The two young skaters were girls. They slowed their movement and
coasted. The man was in front of them; taking up almost the whole sidewalk,
waving them down. He had long gray hair tied in a pony tail, bleached almost
white. It just about reached his waist. He had a beard and mustache...His
eyes like beacons on his golden brown face. He was carrying a long surfboard
and if the girls were a little older...Yea ! Like about a generation or so,
they might remember them - the long surf boards, that is.
They started giggling as the old guy dug in his "T" shirt like he was
looking for something while still holding the surfboard with one arm. A big,
fat green marijuana cigarette fell to the pavement.
They were still moving slowly and the guy was talking. "Aaah ! Aaaahh !
Could you direct me to this house ?" The girls laughed and skated on past.
Fuck ! This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. I'd been walking up
and down the Balboa Peninsula for two hours and hadn't got the least bit of a
bite. The tempo of the beach was very normal...Like Eleven September had
never happened. It was almost freaky. Bush talking on TV about being at war.
Shit ! The Israelis just ripped the shit out of the PLO...And everyone down
here wondering where to go for dinner ?
At least Dale and I came back during the Summer. Shit ! I don't think I
could handle the winter here after our time in the P.I. Anyway, I was looking
for Erin O'Connell Tamarack, my wife...Well, one of my wives...Long story.
So, whenever Erin talked about the beach...Well, she was talking about the
Balboa peninsula. She'd always talked about settling down in one of those
houses, right along the boardwalk...Well, it really wasn't board...Standard
cement...Anyway...I'm trying to pick up a girl and then through her find some
teenagers who can fan out and check all the houses, posing as magazine
sellers...To get through college...Pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself !
I was down near the pier when I found her. Tall with blonde hair, hardly
any chest at all...Probably fifteen, surely short of sixteen. She was hanging
out with a group of kids and the boys were trying to act macho while the girls
tried to act disinterested. In reality they were dying for it. I wandered on
over and asked as I fumbled with the "T" shirt again. The joint fell to the
ground and I just kept on asking stupid questions like I was in the ozone.
Funny thing is...I am. Dale's paralleling my progress...Just walking down
the beach...Now, in all reality, Dale should be carrying the board. Jeeeez !
He was a finalist at Huntington Beach way back when but Dale doesn't have the
magic quite yet. He's working on it and getting pretty good but this couldn't
be a training session.
Gail Knewsome saw the joint right off and figured the guy didn't see it
fall. Shit ! He was lucky to be standing...Was so fucking stoned. Gail
couldn't figure out how he could carry that big surfboard ?
"Aaaah...Mister." She really exaggerated the "Aaaah". "The house you're
looking for is way down the beach." She pointed off to the South...Which was
really Southeast...I think ? Fuck ! I'm so stoned.
"Aaaah...Thanks." I walked down the boardwalk toward the address I'd
written on the piece of paper. The paper lay about ten feet from the joint,
where I dropped it while trying to put it back in the "T" shirt pocket. Now,
the waiting.
Gail and the group of kids skated on down the boardwalk away from the old
man. One of the guys picked up the piece of paper. Gail had picked up the
joint. Soon the five of them were skating very fast, arriving at Gail's house
in a little under ten minutes. Gail had spent every Summer down here since
she was ten. Six wonderful Summers. She'd grown up with these kids...Every
Summer. They had scored big time today !
Twenty minutes later, stoned out of their minds, they tried to devise a
plan which would allow them to obtain more of the wonderful weed they'd just
smoked. Action was at least twenty-four hours away, though, as they were all
too wiped out to get up off Gail's bedroom floor.....
.....I was pacing while Dale drank a cup of coffee. "Relax, Willy. I'm
telling you, nothing until this afternoon...Tet '68. They'll try to surround
the house with eyes. They're scared to death...Come on...Relax, Malibu.
They'll be here. You haven't lost it...Not that you've had to use it much in
the last year or so but the karma is still with you."
At exactly noon, Dale wandered out and set up a lawn chair in the
sand...About a hundred feet toward the ocean. He was partially hidden by a
sand dune and if you weren't paying attention you might miss him. In a
shallow trench right next to him was one of the AKs, wrapped in a beach towel.
Dale's idea. I didn't think it was necessary but, by now, had started to
place my faith in his tactical decisions. They were usually right on
target...A shack !
I heard Dale key the mic. It was just before two. "Here they come...All
five...No skates...Three going down toward the alley way." I rushed upstairs
to peek out the back. I was looking over the sill of the top floor, back
bedroom window. Here they came down the alley. I rushed back down stairs and
got there just as the front door bell sounded. I peeked out the front window
and saw the tall blonde girl with a guy that was just barely her size. They
looked toward me and I held up my hand before rushing to the front door.
"Ooooh ! Wow ! Visitors...I don't get many. Wow ! Come on in." And I
hadn't even smoked a joint yet.
The two of them hesitated. "Oh ! Come on...Your friends are in the
alley. I'm sure you've set a time or something...But...Hey ! Invite them in.
It's cool." I held up my hands like I had nothing to hide.
They looked at each other for a moment. Then the young guy put his hand
on the girl's shoulder and said. "Go get the others." She didn't move.
"Come on, Gail...Go." The young lady hesitated for a second or two and then
dashed off the front patio; leaped off the stairs and sprinted toward the
corner. I backed further into the front room. The front door remained wide
open.
I stretched out my hand and blurted out. "Hi ! I'm Willy. You liked the
stuff, right ?" He was silent. "Well, suit yourself." I wandered over to
the stereo and turned up the volume a bit...A real mellow Buffalo Springfield.
I sat on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. The TV screen was
filled with the video of one of Bruce Brown's early movies...Shit ! I can't
remember the name...The one with all the Phil Edwards in it...
A few moments later, the young guy moves towards the couch and sits on the
arm rest. He's interested in the surfing but spending a lot of time looking
at me. I'm sure he's not too comfortable. I watched his expression change
when he spied the dope. He was torn between his fear and the three ounces of
bud, I had lying on the table. A small pipe sat right next to it. He was
having a hard time dividing his attention between the fantastic surfing
footage on the big screen T.V., the dope and me.
The four others rushed up the front steps and burst into the front room.
They abruptly slowed down and tried to act casual when they found their friend
sitting on the edge of the couch, now ensconced with Phil Edwards at Cotton's
Point.
"Sit down...Watch." I moved off the couch and walked toward the kitchen.
"Cokes, ok ?" I called out over my shoulder, followed by. "Hey ! How about
someone shutting the front door ?"
When I re-entered the front room, I was carrying a tray with six cokes on
it plus six glasses filled with ice. I set the tray on the coffee table. The
front door was closed so I sat on the floor across from them. The three girls
on the couch with a boy at each end. They, like their friend, had their
attention divided between the dope, me and the movie behind me. I got to my
feet and went over to turn down the volume. I was facing them.
"I need a favor...Need to find a woman about my age...Probably looks a lot
younger than me, though. She lives some where along the boardwalk." I nodded
toward the baggie of bud. "That's the prize for this treasure hunt. What do
you think ? Think you can find her ?"
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
"If she's here ? We'll find her." It was the blonde.
I nodded my head. "Thanks." I got up and walked to the T.V. "Here's a
picture. Sorry. I only have one and I can't give it to you." I tossed it on
the table and walked to the front windows. "I've got a friend covering my
six...Ok, if he comes in ?" One of the guys nodded while waiting his turn to
look at the picture. I'm sure he had no idea what I was talking about. I
pulled the shade down and went back to sit on the floor.
"I'd ask you to stay and get stoned with me but then you just might not
quite get the job done." I laughed.
Dale was standing in the doorway to the kitchen when the tall blonde girl
got up. "I'm Gail. What's your name ?" The kid, who I introduced myself to
earlier, blurted out. "Willy."
I smiled. "Just find her...Do not...And I want to make this perfectly
clear. Do not approach her. Just come back here and the prize is yours.
Then maybe I can use you in phase two ?" They were running toward the door
when I yelled. "Stop !"
They turned as a group almost and looked back at me. "You're selling
magazines." I nodded my head toward the order blanks on the end table.
"Don't sell any though. I'm not in the magazine business." Dale burst out
laughing and the kids rushed to the order blanks.
More waiting but this time I got righteously stoned. The youngsters were
back in a little under two hours. I opened the door wide as they all trooped
in. I'd wrapped up the lid of dope in a rubber band. There was loose dope
lying on the table along with a small bong. The odor of hemp was strong and
there was a haze of smoke about waist high through out the front room. We
assumed our original positions and Gail told me the address.
I pushed the baggie toward her and reached for the bong. I was torching
it up when they stood. I motioned them down and passed the bong across the
table to Gail. She looked back and forth at her friends and then reached for
the bong. Two hours later they staggered out, promising to be back later so I
could explain the next phase.....
.....They were right on time, about an hour before sunset...Lots of
shadows. I sent the oldest boy, Allen, with Gail. Dale already had the place
staked out and...Well, I sent the other kids home after I explained the plan
and told them to be back tomorrow about noon and we'd party again.
Less than five minutes after Gail and Allen rang the door bell, Erin
O'Connell Tamarack dashed out the back of the beach house and went through the
alley toward her car. She was prepared. I felt admiration for her. It
welled up inside of me and I teared up a little. I followed at a discrete
distance and, as she was sticking the key into the lock, came up behind her.
"You're safe now, Erin. Get in the car like you know me...Call out a
name, anything but Willy or Dale and then open the other door. Head toward
PCH but don't take the ferry." I whispered. I saw her tense up but then
smoothly throw her bag in the back of the orange bug and slide in.
She was driving and already on Balboa Blvd. before we said a word to each
other. I spoke. "I'm taking you to a very secure place. You won't have to
run any longer. The problem is being taken care of as we speak." Now, this
was total bullshit but probably believable at the time.
We parked in a covered garage at the Fashion Center mall. Fuck ! No one
was going to find it. Dale pulled up behind us and I grabbed her bag as I got
out of the bug. I helped her into the front seat of the van and jumped into
the back. The AK was on the seat between Erin and Dale.
"Willy Tamarack...You son of a bitch...Where the fuck have you been !?"
She climbed over the seat and sprawled all over me. Our mouths met, our
tongues dueled and then she was raining my face with kisses.
"Ok...Folks...Let's get our shit together here." It was Dale from the
front seat. We had tinted windows in the rear and I started checking the
traffic with binoculars. I had to push the two large fat surfboards out of
the way and they pinched my neck between them.
Erin climbed back over into the front seat and we were a team. We arrived
behind the house, Dale and I were renting...In the alley, really. I had Erin
through the back yard and into the house in under ten seconds. Dale drove
away, blacked out.
I turned and found Erin staring at the AK dangling at my side. "Willy !
What the fuck is that ?"
I laughed and hefted it a bit. "Erin, this is an equalizer. Relax. No
big deal any more. I haven't been scared for a while now...Well, a little
when we were transporting the gold...It was a lucky shot, Dale may disagree
but he's just being kind to an old man. We've got some work to do, wife of
mine, and then we have to find a place where we can settle down without every
tom, dick and harry poking their noses into our business. Not, that I ever
suspected you were with them...It was just better this way...In the long
run...Anyway...You've been drafted on to the team. Relax."
Erin was in my arms, crying, when I lifted her face and kissed her. I
watched the tears escape from the corners of her eyes. The one nearest was
filling up and dribbled down on to our lips. It tasted of salt. I picked her
up and carried her up stairs.
It took us over an hour to get undressed. I kissed every part of her body
that I uncovered and she was already cuming before I reached her snatch. It
was bushy and there was some gray in it just like mine. Oh ! Just a couple
of hairs but gray all the same. I was licking her wet, pink cunt lips when
she rolled over and damn near broke my neck.
She sat right on my face and then leaned forward and starting removing my
pants. When she got my cock out she started sucking it while her hands pushed
my pants down. I struggled to get them off but she was already mounting me.
I was buried in her and she was screaming. I was fucking her...Like a mad
man, hands on her hips watching her butt slide up and down my cock. I spread
her ass apart and watched her anus wrinkle every time she filled herself with
me.
I wet my finger and slowly wormed it into her asshole. It was surrounded
with a lot of curly, black hairs. I soon had a good rhythm going...The same
as hers sliding up and down my cock. I pushed her over to her back and then
struggled to turn her over. My pants got all caught up around my ankles and
while I untangled myself and took off my shoes and socks; Erin got to her
knees in front of me, wiggling her ass at me.
"Come on, Willy...You want my ass...I know you do." I was in lust and
scrambled to my knees, moving behind her. She'd reached back and spread her
butt apart and I pressed the head of my cock right against her anus. When I
grabbed her hips, I sunk about four inches in her ass. She was screaming up a
storm and I was sure the neighbors could hear her.
Erin couldn't believe how big Willy's cock felt. Jesus ! Did he grow ?
She buried her head in the pillow to stifle her screams and felt her ass
being torn apart as Willy sunk himself in her. He started fucking immediately
and she was surprised how gooie her anus was. Oh ! God ! He felt great in
her ass...Like a good sized hot dog just pumping in and out between her buns.
The inside of her thighs were wet. She imagined her pussy was drooling
lubrication...Willy's cunt butter. He started jerking around behind her and
she knew he was spent.
I pushed Erin prone on the mattress and my cock slipped out of her ass.
She rotated her butt up and I forced it back in. It was shrinking fast and
she was wiggling around below me.
"Want me to pop a pill ?"
"I love you, Willy Tamarack."
"I love you, too, Erin O'Connell Tamarack. Well..."
"Not now, Willy. I've got too much to tell you and it's all up here."
She was pointing to her head. "I repeat it all every night before I go to
bed."
I rolled off her and pulled her to me. "I'm sure you do, Mrs. Tamarack.
Wanna start ?"
"Yea....." And it started.
[continued in]
"Welcome to America !"
[part two]
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