Author: Frederick T.
Title: Betrayed
Part: 1 of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf MFf oral anal)
Language: English

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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s. ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; 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.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.   And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                        The Travels of Willy Tamarack

                                   Betrayed
                              (Mf MFf oral anal)

                               by Frederick T.

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

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ??  The last 
time we saw Willy, he was flying a light, single engine airplane at night in a 
violent, turbulent thunderstorm - not conducive to long life.  The airplane 
was caught in a powerful downdraft and scrapping the trees.  Willy was 
attempting to maneuver the small plane through a crease in the edge of the 
mountain and get some air beneath his ass - like really trying to save his 
ass.  Let's join him.......

    The lightning blinded me.  Aw, fuck !  What the fuck was I looking outside 
for ?  I can't see a fucking thing anyway and now I can't see inside either.  
The scraping noise had stopped though and I no longer felt the trees caressing 
the skin of the aircraft.  My vision was coming back slowly.  I was in a right 
turn with an airspeed of 110 knots or there abouts.  I immediately pulled the 
nose of the aircraft above the artificial horizon and leveled the wings.  The 
aircraft was climbing at 80 knots, about 700 feet per minute.  The altimeter 
was showing 9,200 feet and slowly increasing.  I kept climbing and turned 
toward the Northeast.

    Within seconds, it seemed, I was in another down draft.  Airspeed at about 
60 knots and I'm still descending.  Vertical velocity was about a negative 900 
FPM.  Altimeter unwinding through nine thousand feet.  I look outside and see 
nothing but clouds below me; I roll to the left to look out the left side and 
then.....flash......it's all desert and off to my left is the long straight 
Interstate leading up to Las Vegas.  I continue to descend as now I have about 
5000 feet of clear air below me.  The influence the mountain had with the 
thunderstorm was almost reduced to a light chop, with an "Oh ! Shit !" every 
once and a while.  Soon I was in smooth, calm air, leveling off at 7500 feet 
and continuing Northeast.

                                    #####

    At a rest stop on I-10, east of L.A., Rich stopped the car and got out.  
His two make believe policemen were checking in.  "What do you mean, the 
airport guy told you some idiot just took off in an airplane.  Nobody can fly 
in weather like this.  The wind must be blowing a million miles an hour."  A 
long pause.  "Ok !  Ok !  I believe you.  Head on back to the beach.  I'll see 
you tomorrow."

    Connie leaned out of the car and asked, "Did they find him ?"

    Rich moved toward a pay phone, not answering her.  He dialed a number from 
his address book and began, "Henderson Police, I live....oh never mind, my 
daughter is in high school and says that there is this old guy who sells the 
kids marijuana and he lives at......"

                             *** CHAPTER ONE ***

    It was about ten p.m. when I approached the Henderson Sky Harbor Airport.  
There were some scattered thunderstorms in the Las Vegas Area but nothing I 
couldn't avoid and the airport was clear.  I didn't use the aircraft lights 
until very short final and left the runway lights off entirely.  I had the 
correct frequency set in the radio but didn't transmit, only monitored.  I was 
traveling light; lost the rest of my stuff at the cabin.  Somebody is trying 
to fuck me over.  Time to get the fuck out of town for a while.  The problem 
is.....where ?  I'll come up with a plan.  The West coast is out, so I'll go 
East.

    I'm about a mile from the condo and it comes to me.  What a great idea !  
Oh ! Shit, a fucking cop car just turned into the community of townhouses and 
condos where I live.  I slow down and drive by the entrance that leads to my 
condo.  I turn left on Valle Verde and head for the cluster of businesses that 
begin just beyond the townhouses and condos.  I park and leave the car door 
unlocked for a possible quick get away.  Who am I kidding, if I don't get out 
of here clean I'm going to do some prison time.  There is enough dope in the 
condo and.....the home videos of all the fucking and sucking...Well...Some of 
the ladies were a bit young but all of them were over eighteen...I think ?

    I'm wandering the green belts, staying off the road; there are fewer 
lights in the green belt.  No shit, I'm actually keeping to the shadows; 
trying to keep in the darkest areas.  There are very few lights but I've got 
my shades on.  I left the clear glasses in the car and I'm not going back for 
them.  I approach my condo from the east and just off the road that runs in 
front of the units where I live.  I can clearly see the cop car parked in the 
round-about that doubles for a guest parking area across from Mrs. Abernathy's 
place.  I turn away from the road and am now skirting the back of the units.

    I freeze as I see a shadow coming around the other end of the condos.  
It's a cop.  I can make out his cap.  I haven't moved.  When he turns into my 
small patio, I turn to the left and start walking down the hill that leads to 
the pool.  When I'm half way down I turn to the right and parallel the back of 
the units.  My vision now is about ground level to the back of the units.  
With my shades, I can clearly see the flashlight beam attempting to penetrate 
the curtains that hang inside of the sliding glass doors that open up on my 
patio.  I stand next to a small bush and crouch down.  I can no longer see the 
porch area but can pick up the reflection of the flashlight in the patio area.

    The flashlight beam leaves the patio and swings around the corner of the 
condos.  I'm up to the top of the hill as soon as I'm sure the cop has left 
the patio.  I turn the corner and after checking for the cop, sprint down the 
side of the building; coming to my knees at the corner and peeking around.  

    There were two of them.  I could see them very easily, clustered around 
the police cruiser.  One was talking into the car radio; the other writing 
something on a clip board.  I wonder if these are make-believe cops too ??  
I'm sure those two back at the cabin were.  They were the same guys that gang 
banged Carol the night before.  I'm sure of that because I watched them fuck 
her, what six...seven times between them.  The only headquarters those fuckers 
were calling was Connie's husband and he wanted my head.  I'd been fucking his 
wife, my high school girlfriend, on and off for about a year now.  Having the 
cops meet me here was too much of a coincidence.  Rich called them...I wonder 
if he told them about the dope or the high school girls or the orgies or maybe 
all of it ?

    They were back in the car and cruising out of the parking area.  I hit the 
dirt and froze as they drove by my position.  The driver looked my way but his 
vision was concentrated on the green belt behind me.  As soon as they turned 
out onto the main road, I was up and heading for my patio where I stashed a 
spare key.  I entered the condo and left all the lights off.  I was down the 
hall, filling a bag with some clothes and emptying the growing contraption of 
water.  In the kitchen I removed the eight boxes of broccoli from the freezer.  
In reality, they are each close to a pound of the very best marijuana I grow 
and yea, I'll admit, I did sell a little of it to a couple of the local high 
school girls every now and then.  I went back to the growing room with a 
plastic garbage bag.  I crammed the large marijuana plant from the growing 
contraption into the bag and brought it and the growing contraption down the 
hall.  I cleaned the growing contraption out with soap and water and had it 
stored in the attic in no time.  I check my watch - two a.m.  A good time to 
hit the road.  I wrote a note to Mrs. Abernathy, asking her to keep an eye on 
the place.  I didn't worry too much about the bills as I had them covered with 
automatic check withdrawal.  I just hope the military keeps the retirement 
money coming.

    There's about $500 cash, from dope sales, hidden in my closet.  I get it 
as I'm closing up the attic.  I find the home video tapes and throw them in my 
traveling bag.  I'm moving back across the green belt at a quarter to three.  
In the car and driving down Sunset for the freeway at three ten.  It's getting 
light as I approach the Utah state line.  I'll have to get rid of the car.  
Salt Lake City would be a good place to start - lots of transportation East 
from there.

    It's mid-morning and Mrs. Abernathy has just discovered the note from 
Willy Tamarack on her patio.  It reads:

                        Dear Dorothy,

                           Am going to do some traveling.
                           Please watch the place.  Probably
                           be gone for a couple of months.
                           I'll call soon.

                                           Thanks, Willy

    The police were pulling up to Willy's when Mrs. Abernathy went to get her 
mail later that day.  She wandered over to see what all the commotion was 
about - two squad cars with four officers.  She over heard one of then saying, 
"I told you he was dirty when we rousted him with that little girl a couple of 
months ago."

    They were knocking loudly on the front door of the unit when Mrs. 
Abernathy called to them.  "He left town last Friday, Officers."  Two of the 
officers leave the front door and approach Mrs. Abernathy.

    "How do you know that, mam ?"

    "He left me a note saying that he would keep in touch and to watch the 
place for him."  The officers ask her if they can see the note and if she has 
a key to the place.  Of course she doesn't....."we weren't that close."  One 
of the officers finds the key to the place hidden in one of those magnetic 
things fastened beneath the weight bench on the back patio.  Mrs. Abernathy 
asks if they have a warrant to search Willy's place.  They don't but open the 
door anyway, saying they have probable cause with the phone call and all.  
Mrs. Abernathy asks a lot of questions that aren't answered and finally says 
she's going to call police headquarters and get this all straightened out.  
Two of the cops accompany the old woman down to her place while the other two 
give Willy's place a quick going over.

    The two searchers are coming out of Willy's place as Mrs. Abernathy is 
returning.  She is scolding them for searching without a warrant.  They tell 
her that they got the message from headquarters and are taking the key with 
them for safe keeping.  When they leave, the old woman wonders why Willy asked 
her to put her key to his place in the magnetic box.  They had both swapped 
keys about the time she got Willy into that little fracas with the police a 
couple of months ago.  He had returned her key this morning with the two notes 
he left her; one just for her and the other to show curious neighbors, friends 
or the cops.  She had no idea that she would be showing it to so many, so 
soon.

    By the time all of this had taken place I had sold the bug for $800 and 
bought a ticket for the first bus East, out of Salt Lake City.  It was a 
beautiful day on the Washach.  Clear, warm with no wind, a perfect SLC day.  I 
closed my eyes as the bus left the station and headed for the interstate.  
Next stop Cincinnati.

                                    #####

    Rich was still at work when the phone rang.  He listened for a long time 
and then hung up.  Connie came into the office and asked, "Have they found him 
yet ?"

    "No, they haven't.  Some neighbor of his says he's out of town and she 
doesn't know when he'll be back.  Showed the boys a note.  Says he left 
Friday, which is true but he had to have come back unless....."

    "Unless he crashed and burned last night coming off the mountain."

    Rich yelled at her, "Why didn't you tell me the fucker could fly ?  Nah, 
that would have been on the news or in the paper.  The neighbor also told the 
boys that the cops tried to roust the place this afternoon.  It sure took long 
enough.  I called the assholes last night."

    "What difference does it make.  Once he gave the slip to your phony cops, 
your plan broke apart.  The police are never going to turn on a vet if they 
don't catch him with the goods.  I'm betting Willy cleaned out his place last 
night, left the old lady the note and hit the road.  You'll never find him 
now."  Connie smiles as she leaves his office.

    Rich buries his head in his arms and moans, "Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !  
You're right.  We'll never find that mother fucker now."

                             *** CHAPTER TWO ***

    It's mid-day on a Friday when I arrive in Cincinnati.  It is overcast and 
raining.  A cold front just blew through town; the worst of it is over but it 
is starting to get cold.  Low tonight is supposed to be in the upper 40's.  I 
hang around the bank of telephones that all bus stations have and politely 
wait my turn.  I memorized the number - Carl Echles.  I was his flight 
commander when we were in the service, flying together.  Carl's wife's name 
was Barbara, a tall skinny blond - nice looking though.  Jesus, has it been 
ten years already.  Sure has - five years in that staff job and then five 
since I retired.  They had a kid back then.  I can't remember her name - she 
was only two or three at the time.  Another person cut in front of me and took 
an open phone.  I picked up my bag and walked toward the restrooms.  I checked 
the bag for the millionth time since leaving Salt Lake City, making sure that 
the garbage bag containing the marijuana plant was in the very bottom along 
with the VCR tapes.

    When I returned to the phones, there were several open and I stepped up to 
one at the end of the row and dialed.  The phone was picked up on the second 
ring - a young woman's voice.  I identified himself and asked to speak to 
Carl.

    "Hey !  Willy, long time no see...."  Carl goes on to ask a whole lot of 
questions about my family and I fill him in on the tragedy that struck me a 
couple years back.  He's silent for a long time.

    I finally break the silence with, "Hey, I heard you got on with 
Southwest."  He mumbles something and I hit him with, "If it wouldn't be too 
much trouble, I was wondering if I could spend a couple of days with you.  If 
you've got the room that is.  I'm kind of just traveling around, you know ?!"

    In less than an hour, I'm sippin' a beer in his kitchen while his wife is 
making dinner.  With only the one child, Tammy, they've got plenty of room.  
Before coming to the kitchen, I make sure that my bag is safely locked and 
hidden in the closet.  During dinner is when I learn that Carl is going to 
start a four day trip the next morning.  It doesn't appear to bother Carl in 
the least that I'll be spending those days here while he's gone.  Just think - 
not a fucking thing to do but get stoned and chill out.  I had been on the 
road for four days in the bus.  I must have changed destinations a million 
times and never found anyone following me.  I suppose it could have happened 
but I don't think it did.

    It was about that time, that Tammy wandered into the kitchen to eat.  She 
was sorry she was late, etc., etc.  I found out that she is a freshman in high 
school and a freshman cheerleader.  She could be at that.  Long, light brown 
hair fell to her waist; it was so bleached that it almost appeared blond in 
certain light.  She was taller than her mother and her mother was not short.  
I noticed that when they both cleared the dishes away.  Tammy was almost all 
legs.  They really looked great in a pair of short shorts and her ass was 
better looking than her mother's - nice and tight, with prominent cheeks.  She 
also filled her "T" shirt better than her mom did.  They had a nice jiggle to 
them when she walked.  A terrific looking young lady, who I found out is just 
fourteen.  It brought back memories of better times.

    Carl said that I could have his car if I took him to the airport the next 
day but I begged off as I had no intention of leaving the house.  Barbara said 
that she was real busy on Monday but that the rest of the week I could use her 
car.  I thanked them both but again begged off, saying I didn't think that I 
would need a car.  Later in my room I once again checked the dope and then 
decided to roll a couple of joints.  I stopped at five and then repacked the 
dope and paraphernalia back in my bag.  I turned out the lights and wandered 
over to the window.

    The bedrooms in this part of the house were above the garage and right out 
the window was the garage roof.  This was going to work out great.  There was 
almost no noise as I slid the window open.  I stuck my head out and checked 
out the area - perfect.  I looked to the right and saw that the light was 
still on in Tammy's room; guess I'll have to wait awhile.  It was a little 
after midnight before the light went off in Tammy's room.  I scampered out on 
to the roof and had the first joint I've had in several days.  God, was it 
great !!

                            *** CHAPTER THREE ***

    I slept late the next day and it was about ten when I headed down stairs.  
Barbara was doing the wash and asked if I was hungry.  Tammy was nowhere to be 
seen - just as well; I didn't need that temptation.  The day dragged by as I, 
too, washed my clothes and even managed to take a couple of long walks in the 
neighborhood.  I found a park that was ideal to smoke a joint in; so after 
lunch I wandered through the park and got real stoned.  After a short nap, I 
watched a little football on the tube and chatted with Barbara about life in 
general and how things are going here.  She was very chatty and we were in the 
middle of a drink when Tammy came into the kitchen.  Dinner was very quiet, I 
got the impression that Tammy knew I was stoned as she asked me a lot of crazy 
questions - I felt stoned.

    I helped Barbara with the dishes and watched TV for a while before 
retiring about nine.  Tammy had gone up to her room right after dinner.  As 
soon as I entered the room I knew something was wrong as the closet door was 
open.  I was sure I closed it when I went down to dinner.  I tip toed to the 
closet and there I found Tammy kneeling on the floor in front of my open 
travel bag.  She jumped when I asked if I could help her.  She had one of the 
porno tapes in her hand.  She quickly stood and put the tape behind her back.

    "You sure like broccoli a lot," she laughed.  She walked by me into the 
middle of the room.  "What's on the tapes ?"  My turn to laugh.  I told her it 
was nothing.  She came back with, "Then you won't mind if I take a look will 
you."

    I laughed louder and lunged for the tape.  I think I would have gotten it 
too, if I hadn't got so stoned earlier.  She was by me, through the bathroom 
and into the her room before I turned to the bathroom door.  I moved through 
the bathroom and into her room.  She was sitting on the bed.  "My dad heard 
that you became a real doper after your family died.  Is he right ?"  I didn't 
say anything.  This was getting uncomfortable.  The tape was nowhere to be 
seen.  "Well ?"

    I still didn't answer.  We stared at each other.  "I do a little dope 
every now and again.  It's pretty easy to get at school.  Tell you what, if 
you share some dope with me, I'll give you the tape back."

    I think this over for a few minutes.  "And you'll leave the tapes alone as 
long as I'm here ?"

    She mulled this over for a few seconds and then came back with, "Then you 
do have some dope ?"  I nod my head and move back into my room.  She follows 
in a few minutes with the tape.  I move toward the window and hop out onto the 
roof.  She tosses the tape on the bed and follows me.  I get the joint going 
and pass it to her.  Back and forth it goes.  It's now a small roach and she 
doesn't want anymore.  I finish it up and swallow the roach.  Neither of us 
has said a word.

    "Wow !!  That was real good marijuana....real good."  I laugh and ask if 
she wants to do another one.  She laughs and says she can't possibly do any 
more as she can hardly get up now.  We gaze at the stars for a while and 
finally I get up and climb back into the room.  Tammy follows in a few minutes 
and sits on the edge of my bed.  She looks at the tape and blurts out, "My dad 
has a video of my mom."  This sounds interesting.  "I think they did it in 
college.  I'll let you see that one if you let me see yours."  I ask her when 
we're going to do that and she says that she can skip school on Monday and we 
can get stoned all day and watch the videos.  I don't giver her an answer and 
finally tell her I'm tired and need to get some sleep.

    Sunday crawls along.  Barbara is always trying to get me to spend some 
time chatting with her.  I sense that she is lonely with Carl gone a lot of 
the time.  She admits as much over cocktails that evening.  Again we watch TV 
after dinner and I retire early.  I'm not in my room for more than a few 
minutes when the knock comes at the bathroom door.  Tammy wants to get stoned 
again and we're out on the roof in no time.  She wants to know if it's still 
on for tomorrow and I ask her, "Sure you're ready for this ?"

    She assures me she is and is visibly excited, "I've watched porno movies 
before.  I'm no virgin."  The conversation stops and we both just stare at 
each other.  I'm starting to get excited, my cock is growing in my pants.  I 
again tell her I have to hit the rack and spend most of the night wondering 
what I'm going to do tomorrow.

                             *** CHAPTER FOUR ***

    The door to my bedroom flies open and Tammy is entering the room with the 
small TV that Barbara and Carl have in the kitchen.  She puts it on the floor 
and tells me to get it going while she gets the VCR.  I glance at my watch - 
it's only a little after seven.  I'm a bit dazed but eventually get up and 
place the TV on the chest of drawers across from the bed.  I'm plugging the TV 
in when Tammy returns with the VCR, all the wires dangling behind her.  I turn 
and watch her walk toward me with this real "shit eatin'" grin on her face.  
She puts the VCR next to the TV and it's then that I notice what she is 
wearing - a white baby doll nightie.  My cock leaps in my shorts.  I'm slow 
getting up.  I can clearly see a thick patch of dark pubic hair escaping from 
the crotch of her bottoms.  Now I realize that I can see right through her 
panties - they're transparent.  She's got a great bush growing between her 
legs.  My cock is growing right though the hole in my shorts.  It's about  
half mast pointing at her thighs.  She's staring right at it.

    She looks embarrassed and turns away, while saying,  "Why don't you get a 
joint going, while I hook this up."  I wander over to the night stand and fish 
a joint out of my cigarette pack.  I light it and just watch Tammy setting up 
the VCR.  Bullshit, I was staring at her ass, totally visible through her 
panties.  I stroked my cock a bit and then put it back in my shorts.  Not that 
I'm able to hide the tent in my shorts; I wander back to the chest of drawers 
and hand her the joint.  I openly stare at her tits, the nipples plainly 
visible through the transparent top she is wearing.  Nice large brown areolae 
on just shy of a handful of breast meat, with prominent nipples about the size 
of marbles - and this woman is fourteen.  The joint goes back and forth as we 
laugh about how hard it is to set up a VCR while you're loaded.  Finally it's 
done.

    I grab my tape and plug it in.  She's got the TV going and I wander back 
and sit on the bed.  She presses play and just stands back from the TV to see 
if it's going to work.  The view on the TV is impressive.  I'm fucking the 
shit out of a very horny eighteen year old high school senior.  She's on her 
knees and I'm behind her, just fucking her to beat the band.  My cock is 
throbbing.  It's been over two weeks since I've been laid and that's going to 
change right now.  I stand, drop my shorts to the ground and approach Tammy 
from the rear.  I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her back to the bed 
with me.  We fall to the bed.  I roll her off of me and then start to drag her 
panties down her long legs.  My hands are all over her - up under her top, 
pinching her nipples - they're like little pebbles - up between her legs 
searching for her cunt.  She is just lying there frenching with me, her arms 
around my neck.  I find cunt; it's wet and open.  I'm fingering her.  Her 
breath is coming in shorts rasps.  She's wet enough to fuck and I waste no 
time crawling on top of her and poking my cock into her crotch.  My cock head 
is in her and I wiggle my cock from side to side to get more of it into her.  
She's moaning, a low moan from way deep down inside her.  I'm more than half 
way in when I start to pump it in and out of her - forcing more and more cock 
into her.  I've now bottomed out and am really fucking the shit out of her.  
I'm not going to last long at this rate and then it's there.  It feels like 
I'm shooting gallons semen into her cunt.  She gets real slippery - I keep 
fucking her - I'm going to cum again.  I'm screaming fuck and every other 
expletive I can imagine and then it's over.

    We're both on our backs, breathing heavily.  I roll to the night stand and 
get another joint.  When I have it going, I hand it to her.  Her legs are 
still spread and I can see that a lot of her pubic thatch is matted with cum.  
I tell her to keep the joint going and bury my tongue in her belly button.  I 
waste little time working my way to her twat.  Her cunt lips are plainly 
visible in the patch of hair between her legs.  I'm licking up and down her 
cum soaked crack; finding her clitoris, I suck it into my mouth.  Her hips 
tense up and she closes her legs on my head.  I pry them apart and continue 
licking and sucking her clit.  She's bucking her cunt into my face.  I roll 
off of her and onto my back.  "Your turn, now, Tammy."

    She slowly got to her knees and moved her mouth over my cock.  The cum 
from our previous sex was beginning to dry on my cock.  "Make it hard again, 
Tammy.  It's been a long time since I got my rocks off.  You're going to be 
one sore young lady tonight."  I put a hand on her head and guided her lips to 
my cock.  She kissed the shaft of my cock.  I told her to lick it and her 
tongue came out and tasted my cum covered cock.  I pushed her mouth onto my 
cock.  Her lips were nibbling on it, I was starting to get hard.  I could feel 
the blood pulsing into my dick.  I pulled her face off of me and guided my 
lengthening dick to her lips.  She swallowed about half of it and her head 
began bobbing in my lap.  I was getting harder with every stroke.  I pulled 
her mouth off of me and tell her to straddle my cock.  After pulling her down 
onto me, I tell her to fuck me.  She starts moving her hips.  I give her a 
little encouragement with my cock, pumping it into her a little.  I reached up 
and pull her night gown off over her head then take both of her nipples in my 
hands and began to pinch her nipples with my fingers.  She threw her head back 
and screamed out her orgasm, "Oh ! God !  Ahhhhhh !  Aaaahhhhhh !"

    I roll her off of me and pull her to her knees.  I'm up behind her and 
spread the cheeks of her tight, compact ass.  I could see a thick batch of 
pubic hair up above her cunt lips, but her lips and asshole were not as 
thickly covered with her dark, curly hair.  I bent and licked her asshole, 
really I reamed it out good; causing her to pull her ass away from my face.  I 
rose and guided myself into her cunt.  She was still very wet from our 
previous coupling.  I set up a good rhythm and licked one of my fingers.  In 
just moments I had that digit buried in Tammy's ass and she was fucking back 
at me like a wild woman.  Should I fuck her in the ass.  I know she wouldn't 
stop me.  She's out of her mind with lust.  She's fucking the shit out of me.  
Nah !  I just got here, don't want to fuck it up now.....Yea !  Who am I 
kidding - fucking the shit out of a fourteen year old girl and I'm worried 
about fucking her in the ass ?

    I drool some spit on her anus and ream it into her with my finger.  I bend 
and ream her out with my tongue.  Her asshole is nice and wet.  The head of my 
cock pops right into her and I'm about two inches in when I meet some 
resistance.  She has screamed, real loud but I'm gone, pushing and pumping 
more cock into her tiny, tight behind.  Her screaming died down and she was 
back to fucking me, up on her hands, pushing her ass back at me with every 
stroke.  The sight of my cock penetrating her almost hairless asshole was 
really a turn on and I was soon feeling the semen rushing out of the head of 
my dick, flooding Tammy's clenching anus.

    We watched the video of her mother.  It was very disappointing.  It was 
just her mother walking around in a bra and panties.  She took the bra off 
once but never came close to showing any nipple.  My cock didn't stir at all 
while the video was playing.  However when we showered together; I blew a weak 
load in her mouth, maybe a couple of squirts.  She ate ravenously at lunch and 
we both took a nap.  I didn't wake until the news was going.  Barbara was home 
and making dinner.  I assumed Tammy was still in her room.  Barbara asked how 
my day went.  I just laughed.  About midnight Tammy was back in my bed, 
sucking my cock.  I got it up again - fucked her and shot my load all over her 
stomach and tits.  I was dead.

                             *** CHAPTER FIVE ***

    I woke late the next morning and it was almost ten before I got downstairs 
for breakfast.  Tammy was off to school - I could use the rest.  Barbara 
cooked me an egg and I read the newspaper.  Barbara was wearing a house coat 
and every once and a while she would show a little skin.  The day dragged by 
because Barbara followed me around just about everywhere.  I finally ditched 
her by taking a nap after lunch.  I could swear that my bedroom door opened 
several times during the afternoon but I could never catch the person opening 
it.  I arrived down stairs for the news and a cocktail.  Barbara was now 
dressed in jeans and a blouse.  Dinner conversation was strained and I left 
for my room immediately after the dishes were done.

    I was reading when Tammy burst into the room and motioned for me to follow 
her.  The phone in her room was off the hook and she scooped it off of the bed 
and held it to my ear. ".......believe it.  I walked around with this flimsy 
house coat on all day and he hardly looked at me.  My daughter can't take her 
eyes off of him.  If I didn't know better I would think he was screwing her."

    Her friend answered, "Maybe he is !?  Didn't you say that you called some 
friend of yours in Las Vegas and she said that the rumor was, he had to leave 
town fast as some father is after his ass ?  Is he that good looking ?"

    Barbara went on to describe me and when I turned to hand the phone back to 
Tammy, I found her nude.  She just smiled, dropped to her knees and pulled my 
shorts to the floor.  Her mouth was all over my cock so I hung-up the phone.  
"Don't tire me out, Tammy, I've got to save some for your mother."

    She came off of my dick and said, "I know, I'm going to walk in on you and 
catch you in the act."  I wasn't sure that was such a good idea but with my 
cock in her mouth, I wasn't going to argue.  We fucked on her bed, me with my 
feet on the floor, her with her legs up around my neck.  I left after that and 
slept the night through.

    There was a note on the night table, next to the bed when I woke.  As I 
was reading it the bedroom door opened and Barbara peeked in.  She was 
startled when she saw me sitting up in bed.  Neither of us said a word.  She 
mumbled something as she closed the door.  I read the note.  It was from 
Tammy.  It told me that she was coming home from school early and wanted me to 
be sure I remembered what we talked about last night.  I tried to remember as 
I showered and shaved.  I remember listening on the phone as her mother told 
her friend how disappointed she was that I didn't make a pass at her.  Well, 
she'd have nothing to worry about today.  Her daughter wanted to walk in on 
us...maybe she'd join us ?  I was getting hard just thinking about it.

    I just wore a pair of shorts downstairs and found Barbara in the kitchen 
with a two piece bathing suit on.  We must have both had the same idea.  We 
laughed as I stared at her body in the two piece.  Her hair was darker than 
her daughters but their eyebrows were about the same color so I figured her 
bush would be the same color as her daughter's.  Her tits appeared to be about 
the same size as her daughter's but I was willing to bet her nipples were 
bigger.  I stared at the crotch of her suit and swore that I could see some 
wispy pubic hair escaping from the bottoms.  I looked back at her face and 
found it a scarlet color.  I smiled and told her I'd meet her at the pool.

    She was lying on her stomach out next to the pool when I arrived with a 
joint.  I lit it and passed it too her.  She shook her head and said she 
couldn't.  I laughed and said she could.  She laughed and tentatively took the 
joint and puffed on it.  After a lot of coughing and laughing I got her to 
take another drag, less coughing.  In ten minutes we were both zoned.  She had 
put some sun tan lotion on the deck and I asked her if she wanted me to rub 
some on her.  She just nodded as I rubbed the oil all over my hands.  I got to 
my knees - the tent in my shorts very visible.  She stared at it so I flexed 
my ass and my boner bounced a bit in my shorts.  I started rubbing her back 
and immediately unhooked her top.  I was really working it in, all over her 
back.  Now down to her legs.  I squirt more oil on her thighs.  They are 
slippery wet and shinny in the noon day sun.  Even though it's late September; 
it's still nice and warm.

    I reach for the sides of her bottoms and tell her to lift up a bit.  She 
does and her bottoms end up on the pool decking.  I squirt some more oil on 
her white ass and begin to massage it in.  A cheek in each hand, squeezing and 
rubbing.  I slide a hand between the cheeks of her ass and run my fingers down 
to her cunt.  It's a hairy one.  I tell her to spread her legs and she does.  
One, then two fingers find her cunt.  She's pumping her ass back on my hand.  
Her cunt is wet and gooey.  I stand and drop my shorts.  I'm hard enough to 
get in and climb up on the chaise lounge with her.  I push one of her legs 
over the side and poke my cock in between the cheeks of her ass.  I slide 
right into her cunt.  She muffles a scream of surprise.  I start to fuck her.  
I'm covered with sweat, it's dripping all over her back and ass.  I get off of 
her and pull her to her feet.  I lay down on the lounge chair and motion her 
to climb aboard.  She wastes no time impaling herself on my cock.  I pull her 
top off and she's naked.  Her tits are smaller than her daughter's but her 
areolae are much larger, topped with a nipple the size of a dime.  I start 
pinching them and she starts riding me.  I pull her down and suck one of her 
nipples into my mouth while sliding a finger into her asshole.  She lets out 
an explosion of air, like she's been holding her breath.  I'm now fucking up 
into her like crazy.  She's cuming, almost making no sound.  If her daughter 
hadn't sucked me dry last night I would have drowned her cunt in jizzim.

    We had just finished the third joint.  I had eaten her for about a half 
hour and then fingered her to orgasm.  I had to rest myself if Tammy showed 
up.  Barbara was kneeling on the steps of the pool, half in and half out of 
the water.  She was sucking my cock when Tammy appeared to my right.  She 
didn't have a stitch on.  She got to her knees and gave me a long kiss.  Her 
mother was oblivious to all of this until her daughter pulled her out of my 
crotch by the hair.  Barbara just started to laugh.  So did Tammy.  I joined 
the laughter and pulled Barbara out of the pool.  The three of us ended up in 
the master bedroom on a king size bed.  I fucked them both once and woke in 
the king-size bed about seven that evening.  I wandered out to the kitchen and 
found both Barbara and Tammy lounging around in the nude.  Then I noticed that 
I was also nude.  They were sharing one of my joints.  Barbara asked Tammy, 
"You want him first ?"  I think this is going to be a long night.

    It's a little after ten before I get to my room.  I left the ladies down 
in the master bedroom.  I lock both the bedroom and bathroom doors.  I'm into 
a pair of jeans and a "T" shirt while packing my traveling bag.  It's about 
ten-twenty or so before I slip out the window and slide off the roof to the 
ground.  I'm across the lawn and into the street - staying in the shadows 
again.  The bus depot is almost deserted and I get a ticket for the first bus 
out, going someplace in Kentucky.  I'm asleep as soon as the bus pulls out of 
the depot.  I can still taste pussy on my lips.  Wonder how far this time ?  I 
didn't know anyone who lived down this way....plus winter was coming on and I 
didn't want to be anywhere I would need winter clothes because I didn't have 
any.

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