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Subject: {ASSM} "A WEEK IN THE LIFE....." 2/6 {Willy Tamarack} (MMF MFF oral)
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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: A WEEK IN THE LIFE.....SATURDAY
Part: 2 of 6
Universe: A WILLY TAMARACK TALE
Summary:
Keywords: (MMF 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.....SATURDAY

   The knocking at the door grew louder and louder.  Beth Anderson pulled
the pillow up around her head.  The events of last evening flashed through
her mind.  The guy was fucking her like a machine.  He never got soft.  His
wife was sucking on her tits and licking her under arms, rubbing her mons.
The woman actually sucked and licked on her cunt while her husband fucked
the woman from behind.  Then they both ate her, bending her almost in half,
the husband licking and nibbling on her clit as the wife reamed out her
asshole and bit the soft flesh of her ass.  She must have cum a million
times.  She couldn't stop cuming and knew she was filling the room with the
sounds of her orgasms.  She couldn't help it.  She had never experienced
sex like that - even with her first husband, who she did everything with.
Well...Almost everything.

   "Beth...Beth...Come on, Beth.  Time to rise.  Willy's going to take us
shopping downtown.  Open up, Beth." The knocking got louder.  Then the
phone started ringing.  It didn't stop.  Beth finally gave up hiding under
her pillow and answered the phone.

   "Beth ?  It's Willy Tamarack.  Thought you might like to go downtown
with us and do a little shopping.  Beth...You there ?"

   Beth didn't know what to say.  She was embarrassed, could feel the flush
of her embarrassment.  What the hell was she supposed to say ?  How could
she face these people ?  Only two men had ever seen her naked in her adult
life and she allows this guy to fuck her three or four times...Shit ! 
While his wife watched, no less and she only met them yesterday.

   "Come on, Beth." The guy was saying on the phone.  "It'll be a blast,
babe !  We'll visit the Cathedral...Maybe go to mass and then shop 'till we
drop...Do dinner early, on the way back to The Inn.  Maybe, Senor Frogs ?
You been there ?  Beth...Beth...You there ?" His wife was still knocking on
the door.  "We'll meet you in the lobby around two if you're
interested...Ok ?"

   Beth mumbled something about being tired...Not sure she wanted to go
downtown.  Willy was gracious, told her she'd be missing a great time.  He
missed her this morning when he paddled in from the surf.  Carol was there
waiting for him, hoping the three of them could have breakfast.  The
pounding at the door stopped and Beth told him she'd think about it.  She
hung up and rolled over, looking for her watch.  It was one p.m.

   She collapsed back on the bed and again the events of last night flooded
her head.  The two of them never left her alone.  While one of them was
between her legs, either sucking or fucking her - the other was kissing her
breasts, frenching her or...Jesus !  She'd never been so turned on.  Her
labia were throbbing right now just thinking about what they had done
together.  Toward the end of the evening she became the aggressor, riding
the guy's cock while his wife sat on the guy's face.  They kissed each
other and yes...Beth sucked on the woman's breasts.  They were about her
size with the most crinkly areolae and nipples like little thumbs and so
hard.

   Beth was getting turned on and let her hand drift down her belly to her
brown furry bush.  God !  That woman had enough hair between her legs for
three or four women.  She remembered when Carol got off Willy's face so
they could trade places.  Willy pulled four or five long pubic hairs out of
his mouth before he would allow Beth to straddle his face.  It was worth
the wait as the guy could really get her off with his mouth and tongue.

   When she next looked at her watch it was one forty-five.  She sprang out
of bed and rushed to the shower.  She was shaving her under arms when the
phone rang.  She jumped out of the shower with her hair sopping wet and
only one underarm shaved.

   "Yea..."

   It was Carol.  "You coming ?  Or you want us to leave without you ?"

   "I'm running a little late...Give me fifteen minutes...Ok ?  What are
you wearing, Carol ?"

   "Skirt and blouse.  We'll be waiting in the lobby." She hung up.

   SATURDAY AFTERNOON

   Beth was having a great time.  The Cathedral was very impressive but
they blew off mass as it was being held later in the afternoon.  The
shopping was tremendous.  The market was really a market, with the beef and
pork hung from hooks in the ceiling.  It smelled horrible but Beth had
never seen anything like it.  She and Carol went from stall to stall,
listening to Willy's horrible Spanish as he bargained with the shop
keepers. By the time they left, both of the women had bags and bags of
knickknacks - hat's and "T" shirts and paper flowers and wallets and
purses. Beth picked out a pair of silver ear rings that were dirt cheap and
Carol bought several silver bracelets.  Willy wouldn't let her pay for a
thing.

   As they rode the bus to Senor Frogs, Beth insisted that she pick up the
tab for dinner.  Willy told her to forget it but she insisted.  If she
thought Gringo Lingo was wild, Senor Frogs was crazy.  A cruise ship had
arrived that afternoon and the place was crammed with drunken tourists. 
Some of the women were dancing on the table tops and the men were loud and
rowdy.  The music was so loud she could hardly hear herself talk.  Again,
the man, who seated them, appeared to know Willy and they were immediately
taken to a table against the back wall.

   SATURDAY NIGHT

   Dinner was the same as the night before...Shrimp and margaritas and more
shrimp and more margaritas.  The waiters were clearing the table off,
"...so the Senoritas can dance on the table top." "Yea...Right !" Beth
thought.  That'll be the day when two forty year old women start dancing on
table tops.  She excused herself and went to the power room.  When she got
back, she just stared...Carol was indeed, dancing on the table top.  She
sat and watched.  Willy and several of the waiters were clapping their
hands and everyone was laughing.  Beth clapped with them and watched.

   The flash of Carol's white untanned skin beneath her skirt shocked her.
She wasn't sure but thought, maybe the woman had taken her panties off. 
She got a clear view of her hairy snatch and was sure.  Maybe, she hadn't
worn any panties.  She got another flash of Carol's dark haired twat and
looked at Willy who was sitting next to her.  She wondered if he knew his
wife wasn't wearing any panties ?  The way he was smiling she was sure he
did and as she glanced at the waiters, who were whispering among
themselves, was sure they knew too.

   Carol eventually jumped off the table and into the arms of one of the
waiters.  She whispered something into his ear and he laughed a loud laugh.
Willy got the check first and Beth argued with him about who was going to
pay for it.  She lost but Willy promised she could buy breakfast tomorrow
morning when he got back from surfing.  She lost track of Carol as Willy
guided her out of the restaurant.  They were crossing the street and Beth
asked him where Carol was ?

   "Oh !  She's around...Someplace." They climbed down to the beach and
settled on a small sand dune well away from the water.  Willy produced his
pipe and the two of them shared a couple of drags.  It was a while before
she noticed there was another group of people a ways down the beach.  Willy
kept glancing that way.

   She followed his glance and then quickly looked away.  It looked like
two men and a woman.  The woman appeared to be on her knees, her skirt
hiked up over her back, baring her ass.  Jesus !  It looked like Carol ! 
She looked back and found one of the men dropping to his knees behind her.
She heard the woman moan as the guy behind her filled her with one thrust
and now Beth couldn't take her eyes off of the two of them.  The other guy
was standing to the side of them and there was no doubt what he was doing.
He was stroking his cock as his friend fucked the shit out of the woman on
her knees.

   Some clouds drifted away from the moon and now there was no doubt that
Carol was getting her brains fucked out.  Beth even recognized the waiter
who was fucking her.  The two men traded places and the second one started
fucking the woman on her knees in the sand.  The sounds drifted up to where
she and Willy were sitting.  She looked over at Willy and found him
watching the spectacle.  He had a smile plastered on his face and Beth
figured he must be too stoned to realize that it was his wife fucking two
of the waiters from Senor Frogs.

   The man, who just finished fucking Carol, was on his knees at her head
and Beth was sure Carol was sucking his cock.  The sounds were partially
drowned out by the ocean and the moon kept disappearing behind some clouds.
Maybe she was just imagining it as Willy's marijuana was again doing it's
magic.  Beth Anderson was real stoned.

   The fucking stopped.  Both men had taken her.  It seemed the whole thing
only lasted a few minutes but that was probably wrong.  Willy slowly got to
his feet and helped Beth up.  They wandered down the beach toward Carol. 
She was still on her knees, her skirt still hiked up over her back, her ass
bare.  Beth could hear her panting.  The two guys were climbing back up
toward the highway.

   "Gracias, Senores !" Willy called to them.  They both turned and waved.
When Beth turned back to Willy, he had dropped his shorts and was sinking
to his knees.  His cock was hard, pointing straight out from his groin. 
Beth couldn't take her eyes off of it.  He got right up behind his wife and
rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her milk white ass.  "Ready for more,
lover ?"

   Carol said something but a wave drowned it out.  Willy looked up at her
and said, "Give me a hand, Beth." She was thinking she should leave but
dropped to her knees beside him.  Willy had spread Carol's butt cheeks
apart and Beth could see the woman's abundant bush was matted with her
previous lovers semen.  Large globs of their spunk were clearly visible in
her dark pubic hair.

   Without thinking, Beth grabbed Willy's cock and guided it to his wife's
cunt.  It looked like raw meat, red and swollen, surrounded by a thick
thatch of dark curly hair.  She remembered last night when Carol guided
Willy into her cunt.  It felt like she fingered her a bit before guiding
him in.  Beth couldn't help herself and wormed two fingers into Carol
Tamarack's sopping wet, swollen cunt.  Willy laughed as Carol started
thrusting herself back on Beth's hand.  "She needs more than your fingers,
Beth."

   Willy was in her and fucking her like crazy.  Beth was really turned on
being so close to their coupling.  She felt Willy's hand under her skirt
and then slide into her panties and onto her ass.  When he poked two
fingers into her vagina from behind, she cried out.  Carol looked up and
almost screamed, "In my ass, lover...Come on, Willy...Fuck my ass !"

   Willy's fingers were reaming in and out of her cunt and she was very
wet. He'd pulled out of Carol and Beth could see his cock glisten with the
slime of Carol's previous lovers.  She grabbed it and guided him to his
wife's hairy anus.  His cock was so slippery she laughed trying to hold it.
It slipped up between Carol's butt cheeks the first time he tried to enter
her.  Beth grabbed it again and held it steady as Willy drilled it into his
wife.  The butt fucking was fast and furious.  Beth got so carried away
watching that she hardly felt Willy's finger ream itself into her asshole.
Her orgasm shook her as the three of them writhed around on the sand, the
sound of the ocean and wind covering their screams of pleasure.

   LATER THAT NIGHT

   The cab ride seemed to take forever but she hardly remembered riding up
in the elevator with them.  Willy had his arms around both of them. 
Carol's legs and knees were covered with sand.  She was a mess and
immediately went into the bathroom to shower.  Willy took her out to the
patio and they shared some more of his magic weed.  Beth was about to ask
him to fuck her when he rose and took her to the bathroom.  She started to
get out of her clothes before he pulled the shower curtain aside.  Carol
was douching herself.  Beth watched as the fluid ran out of her vagina. 
Beth was on fire and wanted to get fucked and sucked...She'd do
anything...Wanted to do everything.  Her cunt was throbbing, her nipples
erect.

   Willy was getting out of his clothes but Beth stepped by him and into
the shower with his wife.  They embraced and kissed.  She felt Willy behind
her, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her ass.  She turned and
dropped to her knees.  She'd had only one cock in her mouth...ever.  Now it
was two and Willy started to get hard immediately.  He was thrusting his
hips and she was on fire, taking as much of his cock as she could.  Her
lips were sliding back and forth on his hard dick.  She wanted him to fuck
her but was afraid to ask...His wife was on her knees behind her massaging
her breasts and fingering her.

   "Willy...Fuck me...Come on...Fuck me !" It was a scream and the two of
them quickly changed places and he was in her - just fucking the shit out
of her.  She was so wet and sloppy and he was so hard and strong.  His wife
was spread before her and it wasn't long before Beth Anderson got her first
taste of pussy.  He kept fucking her and she kept eating his wife.  Carol's
pubic hair was smothering her.  She kept licking the wet folds of the
woman's cunt and her husband kept driving his cock in and out of her cunt
like a mad man.  She started to cum and raised her head out of the woman's
groin.  The woman grabbed her head and forced it back to her wet cunt. 
Beth's screams of orgasm were muffled in the folds of Carol Tamarack's well
fucked pussy and her husband kept fucking Beth and Beth kept cuming.

  
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   [Watch for]

   "A WEEK IN THE LIFE.....SUNDAY"

   [Coming Soon]
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