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Subject: {ASSM} "A WEEK IN THE LIFE....." 1/6 {Willy Tamarack} (MFF oral)
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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: A WEEK IN THE LIFE.....FRIDAY
Part: 1 of 6
Universe: A WILLY TAMARACK TALE
Summary:
Keywords: (MFF oral)
Language: English


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   @(C) 1998 Frederick T.

   A WILLY TAMARACK TALE

   by

   Frederick T.

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   A WEEK IN THE LIFE.....FRIDAY

   The blue-green ocean swell became steeper and steeper as it approached
the beach, finally throwing over and breaking.  The break was almost like a
zipper, running the length of the beach as far as the eye could see in both
directions.  The result was a churning mass of white water that rushed
toward the shore and ran up the sand.  It finally exhausted itself against
the sea wall that separated the beach from The Inn at Mazatlan, Sinaloa,
Mexico.

   It was just a little after seven a.m.  and Beth Anderson was sitting in
a chair just behind the wall, watching the ocean.  She'd been here almost
four days.  Her husband left last night.  The company jet came to pick him
up and whisk him away to important business in St.  Louis.  He insisted she
stay and enjoy the rest of the vacation, she spent almost a year planning.

   Beth never got up this early here and couldn't understand why she did
today ?  She thought she remembered the sounds of partying at about six but
by the time she opened the drapes, there was no one about.  She couldn't
get back to sleep and wandered out to the ocean.  She was working on her
first cup of coffee, just watching the endless line of waves break about a
hundred yards off shore.

   She saw him about five minutes ago.  He was just a speck and she figured
he must be a fishing vessel, well off shore.  The speck would disappear
behind the bigger waves and then reappear between sets.  The waves were
nowhere near as big as they were the other day when she and her husband sat
here and watched.  The speck kept getting bigger and bigger and started to
look like someone swimming toward the shore.  She was wrong; it was a guy
paddling a surfboard.

   The guy paddled right into one of the waves, stood and turned sharply to
his right.  He sped along the wall of ocean, humping up off shore.  As the
zipper began to close, the guy turned toward shore and dropped to his knees
on the board.  He kept steering to his right and finally pulled out of the
wave as it started running up the sand toward the wall.

   The security guard, who had been standing silently about twenty feet
away from Beth, called out, "Ole, Senor Willy !" The guy waved as he picked
up his surfboard and walked toward the steps that led to The Inn.  He
rinsed the sand off his feet and chatted with the guard.  His Spanish
inflection and pronunciation were horrible but his grammar wasn't too bad.

   The guy walked behind her with his surfboard and gently placed it on the
wall about five feet from her.  He sat two chairs away from her and pulled
a baggie from some where, produced a cigarette and lit it with a cheap
plastic lighter that also came from the bag.  She was staring at him.  She
remembered him from the other day when she and her husband watched the
waves in the afternoon.  He had taken a woman out into the ocean with one
of those soft plastic boards.  Beth's husband thought they were crazy.  The
woman was about her age.  Beth was forty-two.  The guy pushed the woman
into a wave and she rode it all the way to the shore.  They were the only
two out in the water as the red flag was flying - denoting danger.  Shit !
The waves, that day, were twice the size of today.

   The people sitting at the wall, sipping margaritas and beer, clapped and
cheered as the woman slid up on the beach.  The guy then swam into a wave
and rode it almost to shore.  The woman ran to him and where the surf met
the sand, threw her arms around him.  Beth was excited for the woman.  Her
husband still thought they were nuts.

   "Good waves this morning ?" Beth surprised herself by asking.  The guy
was at least ten years older than she was - had a bronzed tan and long
graying hair, pulled into a pony tail behind his head.  He looked over at
her and just smiled.

   "Yea...Great point break out on that island.  Shoulder high with about a
half mile ride." He looked back out at the ocean and since Beth had no idea
what he was talking about, she glanced in that direction also.  In a few
minutes he excused himself, gathered up his board and left.

   FRIDAY AFTERNOON

   Beth was lying on a lounger out by one of the cabanas built with wood
and palm fronds.  Every once and a while she would get up and take a dip in
the pool.  She had finally let the idea that her husband's leaving for St.
Louis had nothing to do with business, overwhelm her.  She remembered the
look his blonde headed assistant gave her as he boarded the company jet. 
"I'm fucking him." That's what it said.  She'd suspected for a long while.
The late night meetings...The weekends away on business...Always with his
assistant.  She was as tall as Beth - five-seven or so but with a body that
Beth would kill for - breasts the size of cantaloupes, trim waist with a
well padded rear end...And the blonde hair...So blonde...Beth wondered if
it was natural ?  Were her breasts ?  Compared to her, Beth looked like a
skinny middle-aged...

   "Are these loungers taken ?" It was a woman's voice.  Beth looked up and
squinted into the sun.  She could just make out their outlines against the
backdrop of the afternoon sun.  She shook her head.  They laid their towels
down and lay on the loungers.  It was the man from this morning and the
woman who rode the wave that afternoon.

   Before Beth could lay back down, the woman held out her hand and said.
"I'm Carol Tamarack and this is my husband."

   The man leaned across his wife and held out his hand as Beth finished
shaking Carol's.  "Hi !  I'm Willy.  I believe we met this morning.  I
apologize for not introducing myself."

   Beth shook Willy's hand but before she could lay back down, Carol
continued.  "Where's your husband ?  He's missing a great afternoon...."
and so it continued for the rest of the afternoon.  What's your husband do
for a living ?  He's a lawyer with a large aerospace firm in St.  Louis. 
Willy used to fly fighters for Uncle Sam.  Oh !  Really...Which one ? 
F-16's.  Beth's first husband had been killed in a F-16 accident almost
nineteen years ago.  Willy was eager to know more and then said he
remembered the mishap.  He proceeded to brief her on what he had heard.  It
was more than the air force had ever done.  Lot's of good men died in those
first couple of years, Willy said.  It made Beth feel proud.

   They shared a plate of nachos and beers all around.  The sun was quickly
approaching the horizon.  Beth didn't want the afternoon to end.  She was
comfortable with Willy and Carol.  And when Willy asked her to join them
for dinner, she quickly agreed to meet them in the lobby at 1830 hours. 
She laughed at Willy's use of the military term.  She hadn't heard it since
her first husband died.

   FRIDAY NIGHT

   Willy had the pulmonilla drop them off several miles from The Inn.  They
were going to walk along the beach and sober up a bit.  They had eaten at a
place called Gringo Lingo.  Willy was greeted by name at the door and the
head waiter assured him that his favorite table was ready.  Beth was sure
she would have never set foot in this place with her husband.  Much too
loud and way too young.  Although the woman, he was probably sleeping with
tonight, was at least fifteen years his junior.

   The crowd tonight, though, was all teenagers.  She didn't recognize the
music but that didn't stop Willy and Carol from coaxing her into dancing
with them.  Who'd know it was the three of them ?  The dance floor was
packed.  They were the oldest by many years and finally left only after
they were full of shrimp and margaritas, their clothes soaked with sweat.
Beth couldn't remember the last time she had such a good time.

   The aroma drifted up from the beach as they walked.  It took her back
many years...The sweet smell of marijuana.  Her first husband and her had
smoked a lot of it in college.  She looked around Carol and found Willy
lighting a small pipe.  He took a drag and passed the pipe to Carol.  Carol
passed it to her.  She sucked the smoke into her lungs and very quickly the
stars seemed to twinkle more.  The moon glistened on the water.  The white
water of the waves was much brighter.  She was in the elevator on the way
up to their room.  "One more for the road !" Carol whispered to her.

   Carol started dancing as soon as Willy poured cokes into some paper cups
with ice.  The Doors played softly on the small stereo set up on top of the
TV.  The lights were off.  She sipped her coke.  Beth was real stoned but
then so were Carol and Willy.  The three of them had laughed like crazy
drunks as they retrieved their keys at the front desk.  The desk clerk
asked Willy if he was going surfing tomorrow morning ?  Beth thought that
was particularly funny.

   She put her coke down and started dancing with the two of them.  "Break
on Through" was playing.  Willy leaned over to Carol and kissed her.  Beth
started laughing, maybe it was time for her to leave ?  Carol looked at her
strangely when they stopped kissing.  She turned to leave and then felt
someone's hand on her shoulder.  When she turned, Willy kissed her.  She
felt his tongue against her lips and then against her teeth.  Her mouth
opened and she kissed him back, their tongues fencing in her mouth and then
in his mouth.  He tasted of tequila and marijuana.  It was his hand on her
shoulder and he was rubbing the back of her neck.

   When he stopped kissing her, she was breathless.  Her head was spinning
as she watched him kiss Carol.  Then he was kissing her again.  She had her
hand on his chest.  His tongue was like a snake in her mouth, exploring
every crease and cranny of her mouth.  Another arm came around her and she
opened her eyes while Willy kissed her.  She quickly closed them when she
found Carol was nude, rubbing her back as her husband kissed her.  If she
was going to leave, she best do it quickly.  She gently pushed Willy away
from her and tried not to stare at Carol.

   Carol was dropping Willy's shorts as he pulled his shirt off over his
head.  Now they were both naked and she couldn't take her eyes off them. 
They were both deeply tanned, the white parts of their bodies seemed to
glow.  Willy's penis was flaccid, hanging down on his balls and nowhere
near the size of her husband's.  It reminded her of her first husband's
penis.  She felt Carol start to unbutton her blouse and then Willy was
pulling her shorts down.  Her underpanties came with them and now she was
as naked as they were.

   Willy kissed her again and it was then that she knew she wasn't going to
leave...Didn't want to leave.  With an arm around each of them, Willy led
them to the bedroom.  She backed into the edge of the bed and sat.  Willy
gently kissed her and now she was on her back.  She opened her eyes to find
Carol on the other bed, watching them - one of her hands between her legs.
The woman was one of the hairiest women she had ever seen...tangles and
tangles of dark pubic hair covered her lower stomach.  Compare to Carol,
Beth was practically hairless.

   Willy's mouth was on her neck, his tongue frenching with her ear.  She
could feel his warm breath on her cheek.  His mouth was now sucking on one
of her breasts.  Her nipples were swollen...So much smaller than Carol's -
a light tan color compared to Carol's dark brown.  She could feel a wetness
between her legs and wanted Willy to lick her there.  She had rebuffed her
husband the first time he tried to eat her and he never tried again.  But
her first husband loved to eat at the "Y," as he called it.

   Willy's tongue was in her belly button and she gently pushed on his
shoulders.  His tongue slowly made it's way to her light brown pubic hair
and Beth heard herself cry out, "Oooh !  Yes...Yes...Yes !" Now Carol was
egging him on.  Beth's head was swimming as she felt his tongue lather her
vagina.  She was so wet.  When Willy found her clitoris, she came in one
loud wail.  Beth only stopped crying out when Carol grabbed her arm.  She
could smell the woman's aroma on her hand and then started cuming again. 
Carol covered her mouth with her's and the room was silent.

   Carol's mouth was now on her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples.
Willy was still between her legs, licking and sucking on her cunt.  Beth
Anderson was on fire.  She hadn't been this hot since high school and
college when her first husband would lick and suck her for hours, driving
her crazy.  Willy was better and she was cuming again.  Carol had pulled
her arms above her head and was licking the stubble under her arms.

   Willy was on his feet and Beth stared at his penis.  It was hard and
jutting out from a tangle of brown pubic hair.  He pushed her legs back
against her chest and asked his wife to guide him into her.  She could feel
Carol's hand in between them but couldn't tell if it was her fingers or
Willy's hard penis that she was rubbing against her cunt lips.  Willy
filled her in one thrust and drove the air out of her lungs.  Carol's hand
was still between them and she could feel Carol rubbing her mound.  She was
pinned to the mattress and could hardly move.  Willy was moving slowly in
her.  She wanted him to fuck her faster.

   "Faster...Willy !  Faster...Please..." The "please" trailed off into
nothing as Willy started pumping his hard cock in and out of her like a
machine.  He kept going and going.  She was sure he had cum as he was
yelling, "Fuck !" Over and over again...Yet he kept fucking her and fucking
her.  She had cum a half a dozen times and was getting ready to cum again
when Willy pulled out of her - his cock still hard and glistening with her
cunt butter.

   Carol was on her knees sucking on his cock.  Beth watched.  He was
cuming again.  His body jerking around and then Carol stopped and said,
"Oooh...She tastes so good...Fuck me, lover."

   Carol climbed right up onto the bed and forced Beth up by the head
board. Her face was hovering over Beth's loins and then Willy was fucking
Carol from behind and Beth watched as the brunette lowered her face to
Beth's pussy.  When Carol's tongue reamed itself into her cunt Beth started
cuming again.....

   It was close to three before Beth got out of their bed and dressed in
the front room.  She let herself out and took the elevator back down to her
room.  A night, she was sure, she would never forget.  Jesus !  He must
have fucked her three or four times and he did his wife a couple of times,
too !  He never got soft.  He must be a superman !

  
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   [Watch for]

   "A WEEK IN THE LIFE.....SATURDAY"

   [Coming Soon]
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