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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Heat
Part: 3 of 4
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Summary:
Keywords: (MF MF Mf+ voy oral)
Language: English


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   @(C) 1996-2015 Willy Tamarack 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).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION READER !!!!!

   The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a sex story...A stroke
story...A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters and some
adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is properly
coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility for young
minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's hands.  To
charge the government with the responsibilty for what children read...Let
us not kid ourselves, we know where that leads.  It is almost impossible,
today, to control access to information.  Individuals must accept more
responsibility for themselves.  The internet has leveled many playing
fields for all time.  The "gay nineties" ended well before eleven september
but the world will never be the same place it was before eleven september
two thousand and one.

   The plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's
fertile imagination.  It is make believe.  The characters in the following
tale are not real.  They are fictional...made up of bits and pieces of the
fiction I've read over the years; plus the tumble dried assortment of
friends and acquantinances one makes during a rich and long life.  I find
it hard to believe anyone my age, who writes, doesn't do the same.

   I have no idea whether the portraits depicted here reflect the life
style of any particular group of people or not...Or any individuals, for
that matter.  But I've heard stories...People who live for sex...Men and
women who've had numerous sexual partners through out their lives...Too
numerous to count.  That couple down the street who look so normal.  You're
sure the guy is fucking her twice a day but he isn't !?  Maybe...Nah...That
couldn't be, could it ?  We all wrestle with deamons inside us but
sometimes those deamons have to be released.  Is there a better way than
sex ?  I doubt it.

   But I'm getting carried away here.  The plot, or semblance there of,
will certainly be just a frame work or background for a very sexually
charged story.  That you find the rest interesting should make the sex more
exciting.  That is my intent here.  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As
always e-mail your comments to the usual.

   Heat

   Part Three

   (MF MF Mf+ voy oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   ***** CHAPTER NINE *****

   Sharon found him sitting in a lounge chair out by his pool.  He'd been
in the pool by the looks of the water dripping from the chair on to the
pool decking.  She wasn't exactly sure what to say...If anything !?  He
must have caught them swimming ?  Jesus !  She wondered if he watched her
boy friend fuck her brains out ?  She remembered running, naked, down the
hall after him, begging for it again, before he left.  Her legs were still
rubbery as she stood on tippy-toes and looked over the fence.

   "Thanks for keeping an eye on the place." She called wondering if she
should add, "And thanks for the great fuck, too !" He probably couldn't
hear her anyway.  There was some real loud music coming out of two very
large speakers, sitting on the back patio.  The music was real old.  Her
legs couldn't support her any longer so she moved toward the back gate.

   "Klang !" "Klang !" The gate closing put me in motion.  I looked over
toward the noise and saw her move by my gate, heading toward the corner.  I
was moving toward my gate and called to her.

   "Your..." She was only about ten feet away, moving very slowly across my
front lawn.

   Sharon thought she heard the metal scrapping of his chair on the pool
decking.  She slowed and was hardly moving when he called out, "Your..."
She turned and there he was at the gate.  God !  He was older than her
mother !  She stood there, just staring at him.

   "You're welcome." He had heard her.  She was embarassed.  She knew she
was blushing.  Jesus !  Not half an hour ago, he fucked her brains out in
her mother's shower...Not ten minutes after her boy friend fucked her in
her own bed...And now she was tongue tied !?

   She was backing away.  "My boy friend has to work tomorrow, too !" He
laughed and waved to her as she turned and started running toward the
corner.  It was hot and she was just out of the shower.  In less than a
block she was walking, sweat pouring off her.....

   .....I was on the patio just a bit before eight the next morning.  It
was going to be another hot one.  This desert was not quite as harsh as the
one around Phoenix.  I spent about a year there in the late nineties...Some
fine ladies in Phoenix.

   I heard her trying to sneak into her back yard.  The gate also squeaked.
I torched up my pipe.  It was smoldering and I was holding a huge hit of
hemp in my lungs when she peeked over the wall.

   Her head disappeared and then she came bounding over.  She was as
breathless as I was yesterday.  I laughed and held out the pipe.  She took
a couple of breaths of fresh air and then ripped off the pipe.  Five
minutes later we were laughing at a secret joke.  Neither of us had said a
word.  We didn't want to break the spell.

   When she heard his car pull up out front, she jumped up and headed for
the fence.  She looked back at me before vaulting over the wall.  The
"klanging" broke the silence about ten seconds after she disappeared from
sight.  I stayed on the patio and took a giant hit off the pipe.  I could
hear them talking.  I was just wearing my robe, my cock about half hard.

   I heard the sliding glass door close and slowly got to my feet.  They
were inside.  I hopped over the fence and quickly slid through the sliding
glass door into the den.  Silence.  I moved to the bottom of the stairs
then slowly made my way to the top.  Still nothing...Just silence.  I creep
down the hall and drop to my knees just prior to her bedroom door.  I look
around the door jam and find her naked, sitting on the edge of her bed. 
He's naked, standing between her legs and I imagine Sharon is sucking his
cock.

   Still in my robe, I'm harder than snot.  The kid is rocking back and
forth, pumping his hard cock in and out of Sharon's mouth.  His hands are
wound up in her dark hair.  She has her hands on his ass.  He's not that
big but she's taking the whole damn thing.  I stroked myself a few times.
If I stayed here much longer, I'd blow my load.  I didn't want to do that.

   I jumped up, moved across the hall and slid into the mother's bedroom. A
nice big bed occupied most of the room.  I hardly noticed it yesterday and
wondered how many mama had fucked on this bed ?  My cock was hard so I
stroked it a bit.  I could hear him now.  He was moaning a bit, every once
and a while.  I lay down on mother's bed, on my back, hands behind my head.
The kid was louder now...Then a moment of silence.

   "Come on...Doug...Fuck me." It was part plea, a little louder than it
needed to be and I was like set cement.  I could imagine her laying back on
her bed, knees up, legs spread, her cunt lips visible in her dark, tangled
pubic hair.  My hands were like magnets to my groin.  I could hear the bed
creaking and I was stroking my dick.

   "Oh !  Yea !  Baby !  Fuck me !" She was putting on a show now.  I
willed my hands off my cock.  The creaking was much faster now so I glanced
at my watch.  He had thirty minutes to get to work.  I didn't have a thing
to do all day long; so planned on fucking Sharon until she asked me to
stop. I hoped she could stay all day.

   The creaking had stopped.  I could hear heavy breathing from across the
hall.  They were talking.  The bed creaked a little.  He was probably
getting up.  I sat up and stripped off my robe.  I was naked and my cock
was still semi-hard in my groin.  I flexed it a bit and it lumbered up and
over on it's other side.  I laid back and waited.

   She didn't run down the hall after him today.  I could hear him taking
the stairs two at a time.  Silence...Then foot steps in the hall and she's
peeking into her mother's room.

   I flexed my cock but it hardly flopped over.  She smiled and entered the
room.  She went right to the window and looked out.  "As soon as he turns
the corner..."

   I rolled over, reached out and palmed one of her ass cheeks...Sliding my
fingers between her legs.  She stopped talking.  I could feel their
wetness. I had two fingers sliding up into her cum drenched cunt.

   "Oh...Oooooh !" A quick intake of breath and she was bending her knees,
letting me ravish her crotch.  I put my thumb over her asshole and it
slowly sank into her.  "Ooooh...Goddddd..." dribbled off into nothing and
she started humping my hand.

   "Get over here and suck my cock, Sharon." She turned and crawled right
up on the bed.  I replaced my hand between her legs and was really pumping
my digits in and out of her holes when her mouth engulfed my cock.

   "God !  That's it, baby !" I lay back on the pillow and let her head bob
over my groin.  This young thing had sucked some cock in her life time.  I
wondered if it had been some dirty old man like me who corrupted her ?  I
laughed a little and placed my hand on her head.  "Suck that meat, Sharon.
That's it, baby...Work on that dick, honey."

   Her lips were wet and glistened as they slid up and down my shaft, her
mouth streached around my girth.  I was sure the young thing was going to
drown in the semen I was going to shoot down her throat.

   She was making a sucking sound as she blew me.  This girl was a pro. 
I'd never had a "first timer" suck me like this.  Her tongue was working
around the crown of my cock while her hand milked my shaft.  I pushed her
head down and she swallowed me.  I felt her gag a couple of times and then
she forced me out of her mouth.

   "God !  You've got a great, big fat cock here, neighbor." Her mouth
looked like a glazed donut, slobber dribbling off her chin.

   "And who taught you to suck cock, little girl ?"

   "You want me to suck cock or tell stories ?" She bent her head and
sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.  Her hand never stopped stroking
my dick.  I pushed her head down and she started working in earnest.  Her
tongue was now licking around my balls as her hand continued to jack me
off. She was pulling on my testicle hair with her teeth.

   I rolled away from her and off the bed.  I reached back and pulled her
to the edge.  Sharon's head was hanging over the side when I slid my hard
cock back into her mouth.  I reached for her cunt and hooked four fingers
into her.  I flexed and my cock jumped in her mouth.

   "Ever had your face fucked, honey ?" Her eyes were wide but then so was
her mouth.  It was full of my meat.....

   ***** CHAPTER TEN *****

   She'd been over to my place every day since.  I was more comfortable
fucking her at my place.  Her boy friend just kind of disappeared.  We
never spoke about it.  In fact we rarely spoke about anything.  Although,
she did tell me how she learned to suck cock.  She was baby sitting for
this couple when she was thirteen.  She was always hardup for money and
trying to scam the husband about how long she had been there.  He always
gave her more than she deserved.  The touching came next and Sharon quickly
learned that the more touching that went on...The more money she made.  It
wasn't long before she was sucking his cock.

   The father protesting, "You're too young to...You know..."

   Sharon made a lot of money baby sitting for this couple but eventually
the couple moved away and well, that was that.  Sharon's mother watched her
personal life like a hawk.  She didn't have one of her own.  Sharon often
wondered if her mother was gay ?  She'd never gone out with a man on a
date. Once she had a gentleman over for dinner but it was a one time thing.
She never went out with any of her girl friends, either.  Sharon thought
that was very strange because her mother was still very attractive and had
tits the size of watermellons.  Sharon was jealous of her mother's bust
line.

   Our laison had been going on for about ten days when she told me her
mother would be home on Sunday.  I sometimes wondered what her grandparents
thought she was doing all this time away from where ever they lived ?

   It was late Saturday afternoon and I was just sitting around.  I hadn't
heard from her since early yesterday morning and was horny.....

   .....The door bell made me jump.  I headed that way.  I peeked out...You
can never be too careful in today's world.  Someone is always watching. 
It's funny.  The nuns used to tell us that in school...God is always
watching.  Only today it could be anyone !?

   She had a friend !  We hadn't talked about this !  I suppose I stood at
the window for a bit too long as Sharon was motioning for me to open the
door.  Talk about being a dolt.

   All I could think of was fucking her friend.  She was better looking
than Sharon and had tits that dwarfed my young friend's.  I bowed as they
trooped on past me into the den.  I closed the door but not before taking a
quick look around.  No one was out gardening or watering or watching !  I
locked the door and headed for the den.

   "Daren, this is Trinity.  She's my best friend.  Remember ?  I promised
I'd bring her over so she could smoke some of your weed.  You don't mind do
you ?"

   I wanted to say, "Not as long as she smokes dicks, too !" But, instead,
just smiled.  The paraphnalia was already laid out on the coffee table. 
Smoking lots of dope was always a prelude to fucking and sucking until we
were exhausted.  I often wondered what would happen when her mother got
home ?  We hadn't talked about that either.  I wasn't sure I could go
without this for long periods of time.

   I was already imagining doing them together...Mother and daughter or the
two naked teenagers rolling around on my king size bed...My cock was coming
alive in my jeans.  Maybe I could talk them into doing each other ?  It had
been quite a while since I convinced two women to do each other and then it
became an orgy...And those were always fun.

   We passed the pipe back and forth for a while.  The two of them were
sitting on the couch...One at each end of the couch was a better
description.  I got up out of my chair and moved into the kitchen.  I was
thirsty and had cotton mouth.  That's one thing I can't stand about smoking
dope...The cotton mouth.  The girls started laughing about something.  I
looked in on them.  They were still laughing.

   "What's so funny ?"

   "Not a thing, Daren.  You getting us something to drink ?" I laughed,
went back into the kitchen and finished pouring three glasses of soda.  I
sat between them on the couch.  Sharon passed me the pipe and both of the
young ladies drank their sodas.

   Trinity had just thrown her head back against the couch...Second hit,
mind you.  "Wow, Daren !" Long pause...Reorganizing her thoughts.  "This is
some pretty good shit, Daren." Another pause "Any chance of you scoring me
a little of `da kine' ?"

   I started laughing.  This young thing was stoned out of her mind.  Of
course I'd be delighted to score her a little of "da kine." And I'm sure my
connection would be delighted to meet the young things sitting on my
couch.....

   .....It was late...Near four or so.  In less than an hour it would start
getting light.  I was out partying with a young, married lady.  She worked
in one of the casinos out on Boulder Highway.  She liked the tips I gave
her and usually accepted my offer of dinner; which always ended up back at
my place, fucking and sucking until late the following afternoon.  We were
way up North of the "Strip" and just finishing dinner.

   He was behind me and whispered in my ear.  "Don't fucking move a muscle
or I'll tell the young thing across the table from you what a pervert you
are...Or maybe she already knows...And if that's the case, why don't we
join forces and see what comes of it ?  Not trying to piss you off or
anything...If she's your wife or something like that, Daren."

   I waited for more.  The voice was familiar but from long, long ago.  Not
many knew what a pervert I was around those times.  I was like a dog in
heat...Fucking anything that could crawl.

   I slowly turned to discover my blackmailer.  I hardly recognized him. 
His hair was long and braided into a pony tail.  He was wearing a wild
Hawaiian shirt that came almost to his knees, faded jeans and sandals.  He
was flanked by two young ladies, who hardly looked eighteen.  They were
lookers...Both with sandy brown hair...Both slim with modest busts...Bare
bellies with hip huggin' pants, their tops hardly covering their bras.  Or
maybe they weren't wearing any ?  I couldn't tell ?

   I got to my feet.  "Willy...Fuckin' `A' great to see you !  You visiting
?  Here for the weekend ?  Passing through ?" I was excited seeing him
again.  Shit !  It had been more than twenty years or so !?

   He was pumping my hand.  "I live around here...Up in the
mountains...Down in the valley..." That dribbled off into nothing.  He was
stoned out of his mind.  "...Your friend like to party ?"

   I started laughing.  He started laughing.  So did his friends.  I looked
over at Jessica.  Her dark hair framed her face.  Her bust drew you away
from the dark hair and over made-up eyes.  She looked a little slutty and
fucked like a mink but I'd never tried to party with her.  She was a once a
month fuck...Easy and available...No complications.

   I remembered 'Nam and the P.I.  "How long we going to be at this ?"

   "Your friend have a cerfew ?"

   "Yea...Something like that..." I started laughing as he pushed by me and
went right to the table.  He pulled over a chair and sat right next to
Jessica.  His friends flanked me.

   I could barely hear him.  "...got this cabin...but it's about an hour
away...need some sleep...home by Sunday..." It was hard to follow.  He had
his hand on her thigh and she was laughing.  He was laughing.  They were
talking but I wasn't paying any attention.  His two companions had pulled
up chairs.  We were now all seated.  Each of the young things made sure
that they were touching me...Knees, thighs, feet.

   Jessica squeezed by Willy and I was sure he gave her left breast a nice
feel before she got by him.  She planted a kiss on my forehead and was off.
Willy leaned back and both of his companions started laughing.

   "She's got nice tits, Daren." I started laughing and we were all still
laughing when Jessica got back to the table.

   "What's everybody laughing at ?" The two girls rose and guided Jessica
toward the entrance.....

   ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****

   Wow !  What a weekend that had been.  And weed...The shit Willy has is
the fucking best I've ever smoked and let me tell you I smoke lots of weed.
But back to Saturday afternoon and Sharon's friend, Trinity.  The girl who
was now rubbing her knee against mine every time she took a hit off the
pipe.  Sharon was leaning back against the couch and her tits were quite
prominent on her chest, her nipples poking up against her "T" shirt.  She
was braless and I was getting a hardon.

   I took a hit.  Sharon struggled to a sitting position and took her turn.
Trinity was leaning back against the couch.  Her tits were twice the size
of Sharon's...No bra either as they jiggled around too much when she leaned
back.  I was staring at them move around inside her "T" shirt.  Her eyes
were closed.  Sharon crashed into me from my blind side.  I couldn't help
it and sprawled all over Trinity.  My face came very close to one of her
breasts.

   As soon as Daren fell into Trinity, Sharon started humping and groping
him.  She wanted her friend to enjoy Daren's dick as much as she did.  But
more than that she was horny to see her friend naked and this was the
perfect way.  She was sure Daren would go for it.  He was thinking of
fucking both her and her mother...He'd go for this, she was sure of it !

   When Sharon took a hold of my cock, the game was over.  I brought my
hand up Trinity's side and cupped a grapefruit size tit.  It was a pillow
of flesh.  I squeezed it several times.  Trinity finally looked over at me
so I kissed her.

   I spent my time struggling to get Trinity's "T" shirt off over her head
as Sharon pulled my jeans off.  With my jeans around my knees, she started
sucking my dick.  Trinity's tits were out in the open and what a fucking
great pair they were...Huge, drooping pillows of white breast meat adorned
with pale brown areolae and nipples the size of a pencil erasures.  Sharon
had about half my cock in her mouth and I was as hard as stone.

   "Get your pants off, Trinity." I was trying to get my jeans off while
sucking on Trinity's right nipple.  It was starting to get hard.  Trinity
rolled away from me and fell off the couch.  Sharon spit my dick out of her
mouth and started laughing.  I tried to get my jeans off.  Sharon had her
arms around my knees and I could get them no lower.  Trinity was now naked,
her tits swinging around as she stepped out of her pants and panties.  Her
bush was a straw color and Sharon's mouth was back on my cock.  I just
watched.  Trinity was unsure what to do.

   I reached for her.  She backed away.  I laughed.  I pointed to the weed.
"Then pack a bowl." She moved and I watched.  Sharon was going to get a
mouth full.  Trinity had the bowl going and was smoking with one hand while
playing with herself with the other.  I was struggling to get up.  Sharon's
arms went around my thighs.

   Trinity smiled at him.  Sharon wasn't kidding !  This guy had a super
dick.  God !  She hoped her boy friend wouldn't find out about this.  How
could he ?  The guy was struggling to get up off the couch and fuck her. 
God !  This was more of a turn on than she ever imagined it would be. 
Sharon assured her she could control it all.  Trinity moved back to the
couch and held out the pipe.

   I lunged and got a hold of her wrist.  She was on her way and I wasn't
letting go.  She was shrieking.  Sharon was holding my legs together but
the naked Trinity still ended up on top of us both.  I tried to wrestle her
crotch to my face but ended up with my mouth between the cheeks of her ass.
She tasted very good, clean and fresh.  My tongue wormed around between the
cheeks of her ass and suddenly the shrieking stopped altogether.

   I stopped eating, looked up and found the girls kissing.  My cock bobbed
around in my groin.  Trinity was wet enough to fuck although I'd never got
my tongue into her cunt.  I quickly rolled out from underneath the girls. I
fell to the floor but immediately went for my jeans.  They were around my
ankles and I was on my knees and getting back up on to the couch.

   I pried Trinity's legs apart.  She was on her back and still kissing
Sharon.  I lowered my face to her crotch...A pelt of curly pubic hair, the
color of sand.  Her cunt lips were clearly visible in the tangles.  I
lapped at it.  She moaned around the tongue that was roaming around in her
mouth.  She was more than wet.  She was juicy, my face slick with her cunt
butter.

   I rose and moved over her.  Sharon was now sucking on Trinity's breasts.
I forced my knees below her butt and slowly worked my meat into her cunt.
Her cunt was as tight as Sharon's but much fatter.  I fucked her slowly,
watching Sharon go from breast to breast, slobbering Trinity's tits with
her saliva.  I forgot the show in front of me and became wound up in
pumping myself in and out of the teenager below me.  Her eyes were closed
and she was shaking her head back and forth on the seat of the couch.

   I was really "Teeing" off in Trinity, using the couch back to thrust my
cock in and out of her.  Sharon was on her knees, on the floor, getting
naked.  I pulled Trinity's legs up over my shoulders and forced her in two.
I started pounding her, watching Sharon getting naked.  Her nipples were
hard and she got a hand between her legs as soon as her jeans were over her
hips.

   "Oooohhh !  Oooohhh !  Oooohhh !" It was almost like Trinity was
chanting.  I was staring to sweat like a pig.  Sharon was on top of me,
humping us both.  I was pumping several spurts of semen into Trinity's
cunt. Her vagina got so slick that I fucked myself right out of her.

   "Oh !  Fuck !  Fuck !  You cunt !" I started laughing.  "Oh !  God ! 
I'm cuming !  You cunt !" I had to force Sharon off me and she went right
for Trinity's crotch.  Trinity didn't put up much of a fight and I torched
up the pipe while I watched.  Sharon's head was moving about between
Trinity's spread legs and pretty soon I was getting a boner.....

   .....I just walked out into the front room.  Trinity left over an hour
ago.  I was pulling on the pipe and trailing smoke behind me.  Sharon
reached out to take the pipe from me.

   "So what do we tell your mother ?" I was standing right in front of her
as she sat on the couch.  She shrugged her shoulders.

   "Sorry, sweetie...Your mother could make it very difficult for me."
Probably bullshit as she was legal just about everywhere but I wanted her
to commit.  "We ain't adlibing this !"

   "So fuck her !"

   "Oh !  Okay !  Your mother hasn't given me the time of day in six
months...I don't think that has a big chance of succeeding.  And even if it
did...I don't quite get to the part where I say, `Is it okay if I fuck your
daughter, too !?' And let's not talk about me going without..."

   Sharon was up and in my face.  "You want it ?  You'll think of a way. 
If I'm over here...You gonna let her in ?  You could fuck her over there
and me over here.  I just know she's going to love your dick !" I could
feel her hands in my crotch.  I was starting to respond and I'd already
shot three loads this afternoon.  She was stroking my wick and I was going
to fuck her again.  She was smiling.

   Yea !  Fuck mama over there and fuck Sharon over here.  Perfect !

   ***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****

   Elizabeth Reynolds pulled into the station to get some gas.  She was
halfway home.  She felt guilty.  She just walked out on him...Well, him and
his friend.  There shouldn't be too many complaints though.....

   .....The cabin was close.  There was no privacy.  She was sure the other
one had a dick like his friend's.  The marijuana was very good and the
liquor even better.  She knew before take off that she was going to fuck
them both.  The one she knew started to paw her as soon as they started
drinking.  She was horny.  She went for his belt buckle.  His friend just
watched.  Elizabeth felt wicked...Nasty.  Walton's cock was a slab of
hardening muscle by the time she got it out to inspect.

   She watched the other one as she took about four inches of Walton's cock
into her mouth.  The other guy grabbed for his crotch and started massaging
his meat.  Elizabeth started bobbing her head.  Just a few minutes later
she heard him get up.  Their hands were on her.  She was getting naked. 
Two hard, black cocks were waving in the air.  She sucked and stroked them,
taking them in her cunt, taking them in her ass...Both at the same time. 
She was a cum pool at the end.  They flew back in silence...Elizabeth
wandered away, then disappeared while Walton was seeing his friend off. 
Walton was disappointed but couldn't complain.....

   ......It was dark and windy, lightening lighting up the sky.  She could
smell rain in the garage.  When she walked into the service porch all she
could smell was sex, even though she had bathed every night since she left
Alaska.  Almost a week ago.  Still she smelled the sex on herself.  She
felt used.  She wished she felt sated.  How many years had she gone without
?  Too many !  With Sharon in college, Elizabeth was sure she'd have more
time to herself.

   She was back out in the garage after starting a load of wash.  The wind
was gusting and cool.  She could see more lightning to the north.  A figure
was walking up the driveway.  Elizabeth backed deeper into the garage,
hoping that it was dark enough for her to hide.

   "Hi !  You must be Elizabeth Reynolds.  I'm Willy Tamarack, a friend of
Daren, your neighbor."

   Elizabeth took another step back.  She was afraid he would be able to
smell her.  She just assumed that "Daren" must be that man next door.  She
always tried to avoid him.  He was very good looking.  These two were about
the same age and this guy was also extremly good looking.  He was well into
the garage.  She wished the garage light was on.

   He was lighting a cigarette, taking a drag.  She was about to tell him
to smoke outside when she realized it was marijuana.  He was holding out
the joint to her.  She accepted it, thinking that it would mask the
muskiness that was centered around her being.

   Willy could smell her.  His hand touched hers as they passed the joint
back and forth.  "Your daughter's probably not going to be home for a while
yet ?" She wondered how he knew she had a daughter ?  Who was this guy ? 
She'd never given the time of day to her neighbor.  What the fuck was going
on here ?

   Willy moved by her and headed toward the door to the service porch.  He
was going to enter her house...Her home.  He turned as he opened the door.
"She went to a movie with Daren.  You know Daren, right ?" He was backing
into the house.

   Elizabeth followed him.  "Daren claims you two are real tight.  I think
he's bull shitting me.  Am I right ?" She couldn't help laughing.

   He'd stopped in the service porch.  The washing machine was making
noise. The tub was filling with water.  "I was right, wasn't I ?  You
haven't given him the time of day." Elizabeth could tell that he was sure
of himself.  She was glad her neighbor's friend figured it out.  She didn't
know Daren from "Jack" and what was her daughter going to a movie with him
for ?

   It was dim in the service porch...The only light on was in the kitchen.
He kicked the door closed and now it was dark.  She was in his arms and now
his lips were on hers.  His tongue was in her mouth and she was hungry. 
He'd pushed her up against the washer and was grinding a hard dick against
her crotch.

   She thought she should push him away but didn't want to.  His hands were
filling themselves with her breasts.  Her nipples were hard instantly and
Elizabeth could feel the humidity rise between her thighs.

   After opening her blouse, he thrust his hands up under her arms and
lifted her up on to the washer.  It had started agitating and she could
feel the vibrations on the back of her thighs and her butt.  His hands were
under her blouse, unhooking her bra.  Her tits were free, hanging down on
her chest and he was feeding himself.  His hands were down around her ass
and she was very excited.  His tongue was batting one of her nipples around
as he sucked on her.  He'd spread her legs and was standing in between
them.

   Elizabeth threw her head back and moaned.  It was loud and drawn out. 
Willy had her jeans un-done and was dragging them down over her hips.  She
was helping him.  She was sure he was going to bury his face in her crotch.
She was eager to get her jeans down and her legs spread.

   "Mom...Mom...Mom !  Where are you ?" It was Sharon and she was running
up the driveway.  Daren was following her.

   Elizabeth jumped down off the washer and was pulling up her jeans.  Her
tits were swaying around as she shimmied the jeans back over her hips. 
Willy was laughing.  She hissed at him, "What are you laughing at ?" He
kept laughing and only stopped when Sharon opened the door to the service
porch from the garage.

   "Mister Tamarack !?  Mother..." Sharon pushed by Willy and embraced her
mother.

   Daren was standing in the garage.  Willy joined him.  "I think it'll all
work out...Have you talked with the boy friend ?" Daren was in awe.  Willy
was lighting the joint.  They shared a few lung fulls of smoke as mother
and daughter caught up a bit.

   "Well...How about the boy friend ?"

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   Heat
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