Author: Frederick T.
Title: Settling Down
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (M+F+ interr)(Mf+MF+ oral dildo)(MF Mf oral)(MF+ M+mF oral anal)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1998 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                               "Settling Down"
     (M+F+ interr) (Mf+MF+ oral dildo) (MF Mf oral) (MF+ M+mF oral anal)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot.  I was sleeping alone but sharing 
the night with the past...Shit !  Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....

    A steady rain had been falling in Las Vegas most of the morning but up at 
the cabin it had been snowing heavily all day.  The wind was fierce, probably 
gusting in the mid-twenties - maybe a little higher.  There were some breaks 
in the overcast way out over the valley but up here on the mountain it was 
still solid clouds.

    Two women were hurrying down the stairs.  A brunette was in the lead 
followed by a blonde.  Both were short, very attractive and dressed as 
professional women.  Both were a bit past middle-age; the blonde being a 
decade, at least, older than the brunette.  They trudged off through the snow 
to the Northwest of the cabin.

    The blonde was yelling, to be heard above the sound of the wind.  "Do you 
know where the fuck you're going ?"  The brunette had her head down and showed 
no sign she heard her.  The blonde opened her mouth to yell again but then 
decided to forget it, put her head down and tried to catch up to the brunette.  
The snow was swirling around them, bringing the visibility down to a couple a 
hundred feet and some of the deeper drifts reached their thighs.

    About a hundred yards from the cabin, the trees thinned out and in a small 
clearing was a man, sitting in an old patio lounge chair.  He appeared to be 
much older than the women.  He was wearing a baseball cap that was covered 
with snow.  The brunette figured he'd been here about an hour, maybe a little 
longer.  His hair was long and gray but that was hard to tell because of all 
the snow sticking to it.  In the feeble light his hair almost appeared white.  
He was dressed in a light nylon jacket with a surfboard emblem sewed to the 
back and shorts with blue Topsider tennis shoes and no socks.  There was about 
six or so inches of snow covering his legs.

    As the women entered the clearing, the overcast parted and several rays of 
sun light entered the meadow.  The shadows cast by the sun made it appear the 
man was smiling.  The brunette reached him first and touched his forehead as 
if feeling for a temperature.  The blonde felt his neck, looking for a pulse.

    "Help me get him to the cabin."  The brunette made it sound like an order.

    "He's dead, lover.  We didn't make it in time.  He's fucking dead."

    "How the fuck do you know...You a fucking doctor ?  Help me, old woman."  
Again it sounded like an order.

    The blonde had sunk to her knees in the snow and was crying.  The wind 
made her skin feel almost frozen as tears rolled down her cheeks.  "I've seen 
enough dead men to know.  He's fucking dead."

    "Well, we're not leaving him here.  Help me get him up."

    The blonde slowly got to her feet and assisted the brunette.  They 
struggled for over an hour but finally got the corpse to the cabin.  He was 
very stiff and they had a terrible time getting him into the back of the four 
wheel drive vehicle that was parked below the porch.  There was no way they 
could have maneuvered him up the stairs and into the cabin.

    "You going to stay with him ?"  The blonde asked the brunette.

    "I'm thinking about it."  She said as she went through the pockets of his 
jacket and shorts.  They both started laughing when she pulled out his bong.  
Other than that and a well worn rosary, there was nothing else in his pockets. 
The blonde noticed his eyes were closed, almost like he was sleeping.  She 
could have sworn they were open when they first entered the meadow and was 
positive they were open when the sun broke out and lit up the clearing.  Wow !  
Was that strange ?!

    "Well..."  The blonde was freezing her ass off.

    "I'm still thinking about it..."  The brunette fired back.

    "You know what he'd say..."

    The brunette cut her off with, "Yea !  Yea !  Yea !  I know.  Let's get 
inside before we freeze our asses off.  I just know I've ruined these fucking 
shoes."  The two of them climbed the stairs to the cabin.  As if they had done 
it many times before and they had; the brunette started stoking the fire in 
the large wood stove that also doubled as a heater and the blonde went to the 
trap door in the closet to check on the farm down stairs in the "weed room."

    When the blonde got back up the stairs, she could already feel the heat 
generated by the stove.  The brunette had her shoes off and was holding her 
feet to the fire.

    "The farm's ok...And the fire feels great...Aaah...What made you call me ?  
I never really got that part of it."  The brunette pointed to the phone and 
the blond looked at it quizzically.  "He called you ?"

    "No...No...It was on the answering machine."  The brunette had the pipe in 
her hands and was holding a kitchen match over the bowl.  She took a big drag 
and held out the pipe to the blonde.  She squeaked out.  "Play the message."

    The blond walked to the answering machine and pressed the message button.  
The brunette followed her to get another hit off the pipe.  "No...It wasn't a 
message but the greeting thing...You know the thing you record."

    The blonde lifted up the top of the answering machine and pressed the 
button that would play back the greeting.  He sounded alert and cheerful, 
eager almost to talk.  A real change from the last couple of weeks.

    "Well...Ladies...If you're listening to this...And I truly hope you 
are...It means that I've finally made my peace and am now with the spirits of 
my ancestors.....

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    The Toyota Camery was roughly fifty miles out of Salt Lake City and 
traveling at over eighty miles per hour.  It was the second Wednesday in 
April, the year or our Lord - 1998.  Carol Whitouski (WT-A#4,8A/B,12, SL-Ch3, 
WT-T#13) was just keeping up with traffic.  She was very high after smoking 
about a quarter of the last joint she had.  Her skirt was bunched up around 
her waist and her panties were on the seat beside her.  Carol Whitouski was 
horny !  Just how the fuck could this woman be horny ?  She'd fucked and 
sucked with her Colorado roommates for four days while packing up her stuff to 
move to Las Vegas.  The guy fucked her at least twice a day.  God !  His cock 
was huge - about two handfuls and damn near as big around as a beer can.  
Well, maybe not that big but definitely one of the biggest three or four cocks 
Carol had fucked since she turned fourteen.  She'd fucked a lot, too !

    One time she tried to count them all.  She was through fifty when she 
remembered a couple of others that she'd forgotten years ago.  She stopped 
counting.  She wondered if she should tell Willy about them all ?  She had 
never been this close to a man, like she was with Willy...And he wasn't that 
spectacular in bed.  Yea !  He gave about the best head she'd ever had 
but...That was it.  His cock was just average.  Nothing to write home 
about...And this cancer operation didn't help things at all - Prostate Cancer.  
Carol had learned a lot about prostate cancer while she was hanging out with 
Willy.

    Most, really the vast majority of the men Carol had been with - fucking 
and sucking with everyone of them - Well, they were usually in charge.  Oh !  
Don't get it wrong.  Carol Whitouski loved to fuck and suck.  If she went 
without it for more than a couple of days, she'd start to hunt for it.  She 
wasn't sure Willy could keep up with her and was afraid of showing him how 
hungry she was for big, fat, long, hard cocks.  Although, on the other hand, 
every time she'd partied with him...He seemed cool about it.  Knowing that it 
was going to take more than his magic tongue to get her off the way she wanted 
to get off.

    That time they went up to Gary's after they got back from Mexico...Jesus !  
Was that a time !  Carol counted getting fucked six times in just a little 
over twelve hours and she slept for about seven of them - with Willy and 
another woman - really a young lady.  She wondered a lot about Willy's love of 
young ladies ?  He couldn't get enough of them.  The younger the better.  
Willy was almost like a teacher with them.  The things Willy taught them, 
though, would never be taught in any school and if they were, the teacher 
would find himself or herself in jail for a very long, long time.  He was so 
controlling with them but didn't ask anything of her.

    When Willy and Carol went to bed to fuck and suck, he never had to ask her 
to do anything.  In fact, she was the aggressor most of the time and she got a 
very big charge out of that.  There was honestly no jealousy in his eyes or 
expression when he watched her fuck and suck some guy's brains out.  He 
usually wanted seconds.  Carol was sure she could live with that.  She went 
back to thinking about the last night she was in Boulder.  She had turned her 
roommates on to some of Willy's dope...That's another thing...Willy grows the 
best dope - No shit !  Two, three hits off the bong and you're tripping.  She 
got turned on thinking about the time she explained to him the reason he 
should switch from joints to a bong...Girls like bongs more than joints.  
Willy's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas.

    Anyway...the three of them are stoned as shit, in the front room of the 
condo they shared.  Mandy is talking up a storm.  Clarence is quiet as a 
church mouse.  They'd shared the condo for almost four years.  There wasn't 
much the three of them hadn't done together or to each other.  Two nights ago 
Mandy and Carol shared three men.  Now, neither of the other two were close to 
Clarence but Willy wouldn't even be in the running.  Both her and Mandy took 
turns taking them all on at the same time.  Carol was stoked she got seconds, 
"'cause they lasted so much longer the second time."

    It just happened so suddenly...Her first orgasm.  It rippled through her 
lower stomach, spread through out her groin and then attacked her cunt like a 
forest fire.  The guy who had his cock in her mouth went wild when Carol 
started using her teeth as she blew him.  He finally grabbed her head with 
both hands and stroked his cock in and out of her mouth until she felt a flood 
of semen ricochet off the roof of her mouth.  No way she could swallow all of 
it.  The excess dribbled down her chin and onto her sweaty breasts.  Her 
areolae were almost too big for the size of her chest.  She had nice large 
orange sized breasts.  The areolae a dark brown and about as big around as the 
bottom of a beer can.  Her nipple was grape size and dominated what with any 
other combination of areolae and nipple would have been considered a "shit 
hot" pair of tits.

    She was straddling one guy and he was driving his cock in and out of her 
cunt like a hydraulic pump.  The third guy was Clarence and he was behind her 
with his hands on her hips pumping about eight, maybe nine inches of very 
hard, thick cock in and out of her ass.  Carol's body was slick with 
perspiration.  In fact, sweat was running down her sides and between the 
cleavage, her breasts formed.  Mandy was moving about the bed with a video 
camera they'd rented.  That was Carol's idea.  Willy likes to watch and is 
going to have a hardon like he's never had before when he watches this video.  
The one Carol, Willy and some German tourists made some years ago never failed 
to give Willy a raging hardon.  Carol wondered if he'd be as turned on, 
because all the guys, she was fucking and sucking with, were black ?

    Clarence's cock had just started to spasm in her anus.  She could feel it 
spurting in her bowels.  Her asshole was getting slimy with his semen.  His 
cock started shrinking, the guy under her was grabbing her hips now and 
thrusting up into her like an oil derrick.  Her cunt became flooded with his 
seed and soon both of the men slipped out of her.  As she rolled to her back, 
a large amount of semen escaped from her cunt and asshole after the men fell 
out of her.  Mandy trained the camera on the jungle of dark hair between 
Carol's legs.  In the center, her plump, almost red cunt lips, swollen and 
spread.  The inside of her cunt was the same circumference as the guy's cock, 
she'd been riding.  Around the almost raw looking meat was a forest of dark, 
curly, black pubic hair.  The pelt of hair between her legs continued through 
her best asset - her butt.  Carol Whitouski had the best ass this side of the 
Mississippi.

    The beaver that grew between Carol's legs was streaked and in some places 
matted with semen - lots of it.  She slid her hands into it.....

    "AAAAAAAAAAA !  EEEEEEEEEEEEE !  The sound of the air horn jolted Carol 
back to the present.  She looked up to her left and found a woman staring down 
at her from the cab of the semi.  The woman was waving.  Carol took her right 
hand out from between her legs where she had been massaging her very wet cunt 
lips and grabbed the steering wheel; with the other had she waved back.  The 
truck continued to set it's pace by her.  All of a sudden it dawned on her.  
The woman had caught her playing with herself and told her husband.  The 
thought of them knowing turned her on.  She pulled her skirt up higher and 
spread her legs a little wider.  She switched hands again and was back to 
playing with herself.

    Carol looked up after a couple of miles.  The woman was holding up a sign. 
"Next exit."  After Carol nodded her head the semi moved behind her and 
followed.  Her pussy was very slimy and greasy.  She wished it had been two 
guys.  Jesus !  What if it's two girls ?  Willy was also the one who really 
turned her on to women.  Oh !  She'd fiddled a round a bit but with Willy she 
got to be in charge and with another woman that really turned her on.  She had 
the feeling that she was going to have another story to tell Willy.

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    Carol wiped her brow with her "T" shirt sleeve.  Maybe, she should take 
her bra off ?  Too late now, the driver was getting down from the cab.  Carol 
sat and waited in the Camery.  As the guy approached, she studied him in the 
rear view mirror.  He was short, stocky with dark, very short hair.  He was 
handsome in a rugged way.  No where near like Willy.  Willy was about six-one 
and pretty slight - about a hundred seventy-five.  He's got graying hair that 
he wears in a pony tail that comes to just about the middle of his back.  He 
runs a lot but, besides that, doesn't do anything for his body.  He says the 
two of us are going to do a lot of traveling to Southern California so he can 
surf - maybe once a month or so.  He wants Carol to get a job as a real estate 
agent so that she can have lots of time off and meet lots of people.  Carol 
didn't especially want to work but was excited about meeting a lot of new 
people.

    "Hi !  My name is Brandon.  My wife thought you might like to share a rest 
break with us ?"

    Carol looked up and smiled at Brandon.  "I'm Carol Tamarack.  You on the 
way to Las Vegas ?"

    Brandon leaned down and replied, "Yea !  We'll be going right through Las 
Vegas."

    Carol kept smiling, "What's the chance of you and the misses spending a 
night or so in "Vegas ?"

    "Well...We're not real gamblers.  We kind of think 'Vegas...Well...is kind 
of for suckers."

    Carol expected him to give her a leering look when he said "suckers," but 
he didn't.  "Well, my husband's expecting me tonight and I figure I can just 
make it..."  She let that hang in the air.  The guy was just a little younger 
than she was - maybe, mid-thirties.

    Brandon continued, "We usually only break for an hour or so...You know, 
then get back on the road.  Las Vegas isn't one of the stops we planned."

    "You come through here often ?" Carol asked.

    "Yea !  About once a month.  You wanna come back and meet the misses ?"

    "Sure..."  Carol said and then got out of the Camery.  The two of them 
walked together back to the cab of the semi.  Brandon helped her up into the 
cab and then jumped up beside her.  His wife was sitting in the passenger 
seat, really a large lounge chair.  When Brandon jumped up, Carol had to scoot 
over so that he could fit his ass into his lounge chair.  He slammed the door 
and pulled Carol back so that she was some what sitting on the arm of the 
chair.

    "Linda...This is Carol.  She wondered if we could spend a night or two in 
'Vegas ?"

    Linda smiled at Carol and then said, "Not this trip but maybe the next 
time."  She handed Carol a beer, she pulled from a cooler right behind her 
seat.  Carol handed it to Brandon and took the second one offered.  They made 
small talk for a while and Carol wondered if anything was ever going to 
happen.  She took out her last joint, the one she'd smoked part of a while 
ago, and held it up.  Brandon and Linda looked at each other but if any 
message was passed between them, Carol didn't see it.  Five minutes later and 
about three drags apiece, the three of them were stoned.

    Carol moved back a little and rubbed her ass against Brandon's thigh in 
the process.  He put his hand on her hip and gave it a little squeeze.  Carol 
backed into the pressure and now had her ass hanging over the arm of the 
driver's seat.  Brandon's hand moved from her hip to her butt and kept 
squeezing.  Carol wasn't sure if Linda knew what he was doing.  She was real 
stoned and just gawking about.  Carol jumped a bit as Brandon started rubbing 
several fingers between the cheeks of her ass.  Linda smiled at her and now 
Carol was positive she knew her husband was feeling her up.

    Willy always told her that everyone likes to watch.  Carol could take it 
or leave it.  She did enjoy being watched by men because it usually excited 
them like crazy, watching a woman getting her brains fucked out and begging 
for more.  Brandon's fingers were becoming bolder.  He was sliding them back 
and forth between the cheeks of her ass, right against her cunt lips.  
Involuntarily, she started to slide her ass back and forth on the arm of the 
chair.

    Linda reached out and grabbed Carol's thigh.  Carol jumped up and Brandon 
pulled the back of her skirt up.  Now, when she sat back down, she could feel 
the fuzz of the chair-arm against her bare skin just below her panties.  
Brandon pulled her back onto his lap.  Carol could feel his hardon as she 
wiggled around to get comfortable.  His hands were now coming up her sides and 
she knew he was going to play with her tits.  Linda was still smiling at her 
when Carol blurted out.

    "Oh !  I can't do this.  I thought I could but I just can't."  Telling 
them she couldn't, after flirting a little with them, always drove them 
crazy...Gave them the impression that they were the first to lead her 
astray...Usually they threw her a super fuck.  She jumped off Brandon's lap 
and tried to stand in the cab.  She couldn't and was bent over quite a bit.  
She tried to stop Brandon's hand from reaching her pantied covered butt but he 
succeeded.  When she turned her ass away from him, she felt Linda's hands 
reach up under her skirt and yank her panties down.  She stopped when they 
were around her knees and slid her hands back up under Carol's skirt.  Her 
hands were in her thick pubic hair.

    "Oh !  Brandon she's got the hairiest pussy."  Brandon was unzipping his 
jeans while kicking off his boots.  He yanked his jeans off and kicked them 
over by his boots.  His jockey shorts came off next and out popped his hard 
cock.  Carol looked at it and then smiled at him.  His cock wasn't bad, just a 
little longer than Willy's but a lot thicker.  It was pointing up out of a 
forest of dark pubic hair and Carol didn't hesitate a moment before dropping 
to her knees and gobbling him up.  He groaned.  Linda shoved two fingers into 
her cunt and Carol came off his cock and yelled.

    "Oh !  Please...I need to get fucked...Real bad."  Brandon damn near 
pulled her hair out trying to get her face out of his groin.  Now he was 
pulling her to her feet and pushing her to the curtains at the rear of the 
cab.  He was right behind her and had his hands on her ass.  She climbed up on 
the mattress and turned to face him.  He ripped off his "T" shirt.  His chest 
was covered with a forest of dark curly hair.  Carol laid on her back, yanked 
her panties all the way off and hiked up her skirt.  Brandon climbed right up 
between her legs.  She brought her legs up around him and felt for his cock 
with her hands, guiding him directly to her slimy, greasy cunt.  Brandon slid 
himself all the way into her and then started fucking the shit out of her.  
She started cuming in just a little over a minute from the time he entered 
her.  His cock was a blur as it fucked in and out of her cunt.  Carol heard 
herself screaming, really just yelling.

    "Come on, stud...Fuck the shit out of me...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..."  She 
started chanting and Brandon couldn't take the wild animal he had below him.  
She was like quicksand, surrounding him.  Her cunt felt like it was tugging on 
his cock when he pulled it out of her and then opened wide when he forced it 
back into her.  If only his wife had a cunt like this and what an ass.  He had 
each of her volleyball sized ass cheeks in his hands and was massaging them as 
he drilled his cock in and out of her.  He slid one of his index fingers down 
to her asshole and screwed it around until he buried about half his finger in 
her anus.

    "You want to fuck me in the ass, stud ?"  Brandon started cuming.  It 
started right behind his balls and rocketed through his ass and thighs.  His 
stomach cramped up as Carol's cunt milked the cum out of his cock.  They both 
felt their crotches become wet.  Carol's thick bush becoming matted with the 
semen escaping from her cunt.  Now he was fucking her like crazy and she could 
feel herself becoming wetter.  She could feel his jizzim rolling down between 
the cheeks of her ass where his finger was still fucking in and out of her 
anus.

    As Brandon moved off of her, Linda jumped up on the bed.  She was totally 
nude and had about an eight inch dildo strapped to her waist.  Her tits were 
in Carol's league but while Carol's were still somewhat firm with just a 
little sag,  Linda's were all sag.  She had a hard time seeing the woman's 
bush - maybe, she shaved ?  Her husband was just rolling away from her.  Her 
stomach was covered with their combined sweat.  She could see the streaks of 
his semen as it matted the hair on the top of her prominent mons.

    "Still want us to come and spend a couple of nights with you and your 
husband ?"

    Carol just spread her legs as a way of answering Linda and the woman fell 
between her legs.  They both fumbled to get the dildo into her but once in, 
Linda proved to be the equal of her husband, driving that rubber dick in and 
out of her like there was no tomorrow...and this fucker would never get soft.  
She wondered if she'd be raw after Linda finished with her ?  She remembered 
Willy getting fucked in the ass with a dildo - some wife of a friend - the 
husband was fucking the shit out of Willy's girl friend at the time.  Willy 
was fucking the shit out of the wife's ass every time they met.  Monica...Oh !  
Monica (WT-A#10,12, WT-T#13) is the young lady staying with them.  Monica told 
her all about it.  Carol was sure that Willy was boning her every day if not 
more often, while she was gone.  Carol wondered if it turned him on when the 
woman was fucking him with the dildo ?

    Linda finally rolled off of her only to be replaced with her husband.  He 
felt small compared to the rubber dick she'd just had fucking in and out of 
her.  Carol's cunt was getting raw.  She rolled out from under him and said,  
"I'm a little sore."  Then scooted down and sucked every inch of him into her 
mouth.  The wife was fingering her anus.  Her finger felt small compared to 
his.  She could sense he was almost there and increased the pace of her 
bobbing head.  Her hand slid up and down, following her mouth.  She could feel 
his penis shudder in her hand and then he was filling her mouth with a warm 
load of jizzim.  She swallowed every drop and only spit him out when he was 
soft and limp.

    "Yea !  My old man would love to meet you two.  Do you video ?"

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    I must have looked at my watch twenty times in the last ten minutes.  It 
was past ten p.m. (twenty-two hundred for you military diehards in the crowd), 
and I was worried.  Carol told me she'd be in by eight.  Maybe I got the wrong 
day.  I've been pretty stoned recently.  I missed Carol.  I was horny and 
while I don't often get the raging hardons I used to, it's getting better.  
Monica and I fuck just about once a day and now I'm fucking my neighbor, Mrs. 
Abernathy...Dorthy Abernathy (WT-A#9).  She's old enough to be my mother and 
I'm just fifty...Well...Let me start at the ending, really the beginning but 
who cares.....

    The morning Carol left, I started making daily visits to the cabin.  Carol 
and I had spent the last two weeks drawing up plans.  Carol surprised the shit 
out of me by suggesting that we build a secret room (more like a closet) above 
the stairs that led to, what she had christened, the "Weed Room."

    "What for Carol ?"

    "Oh !  Come on Willy.  Don't play dumb with me.  You'd love to watch 
yourself boning some young thing on the king sized bed in the bedroom.  How 
about the two of us getting it on with...Say...Erin."  About twenty minutes 
after Carol said those words I was climbing between her legs with my cock at 
the ready.  Oh !  She felt good.  I ate her for the first twenty minutes and 
she was almost liquid.  Carol's pussy got so wet.  I would often eat her for 
an hour or so.  Some times I have to strap the dildo on and give it to her 
that way after I've eaten her, because the dick don't get hard as easy as it 
used to.

    Or she'll gobble me four hours even if I never get hard and suck the 
orgasm right out of me.  She often leaves me writhing on the bed and then goes 
for some ice cubes.  One of the first times we made it, I used ice cubes on 
her nipples.  The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice 
cube pressed right up under my balls...It's out of this world.  Carol tells 
me, I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with.  As soon as I've 
started to show signs of life, she'll start reaming my asshole while her hand 
is wrapped around my cock.  She just squeezes it every once and a while.  I'm 
usually a wild man after about five minutes and have never lasted more than 
ten - even if I never get hard.  If I do get hard, Carol will either fuck or 
suck the orgasm right out of me.

    Anyway, I've been up to the cabin almost every day, except at the 
beginning.  I spent the first two days she was gone, setting up Anthony.  Now, 
Anthony is the superintendent of the group of condos where I own one of the 
units.  Anthony damn near got me into a heap of trouble a while back.  So it's 
payback time.  I called Gary Cahill (SL, WT-T#13); he has a son who was pretty 
cool.  I explained what I had in mind.  Gary has this real loud obnoxious 
laugh.  That's all I could hear through the phone and then his son, Al (SL, 
WT-T#13) was on the phone.

    "Ahhh...Al ?"

    "Yea !  Willy, my dad said you wanted to talk to me."

    "Aaah...Ahhh...Well, Al......."  I went on to describe my plan and soon Al 
was laughing like crazy.  He told me that he'd talk to Diane.  I'd met Diane 
(SL-Ch7,8,9,12,13,14,15 WT-T#13) a couple of weeks ago.  Almost too old.  Good 
well developed breasts - no sag there...Large mature areolae and nipples with 
a great dark haired bush between her legs.  She told me she loved oral sex and 
I went on to eat her for a good half hour while an orgy rained around us.  I 
love to eat pussy and often can't get enough.  I think I could eat pussy for 
hours, all night and I have quite a few times in the past.

    Al called back that evening and told me Diane was willing to do it, if I'd 
promise her some of my weed.  I had over a pound and a half of uncleaned 
leaves and bud from my farm back in Idaho.  I had also rolled about four 
hundred joints and still had over two hundred left.

    I called Diane and asked if she had a friend who would be interested.  She 
was sure she could find someone who was interested as long as there was plenty 
of "your super dope, Willy !"  I was getting hard talking to her because I 
knew when the sting was done, I'd get to bone her.  Maybe her friend would be 
a player too !?

    The next morning the girls were over about ten.  They were dressed in jean 
shorts and tank tops.  While Diane is dark headed; her friend, Gracie, is a 
blonde and I was already betting that she was blonde all over.  Her tits 
dwarfed Diane's - almost small watermelon size.  I was getting a woody just 
chatting with her.  Ten minutes later they were down in the communal dressing 
room.  They spent half the day by the pool and left in Gracie's car about mid- 
afternoon.

    Now, Anthony, the superintendent I was talking about...Well, if it had 
been two teenage guys; Anthony would have shoed them away.  Things looked 
promising but it was three days before he took the bait.  Anthony has a 
reputation...Well, nobody has ever caught him...but there have been lots of 
rumors.  Well, if he's innocent, he won't take the bait, right !?

    On the morning in question, Anthony entered the woman's changing room 
about five minutes to ten.  I was sitting in a comfortable chair by my window.  
I had some binoculars, mounted on my tripod, trained on the pool area.  I 
picked up the phone and dialed Diane's cell phone.  They were just pulling 
into the complex.  She sounded excited when I told her that Anthony was in the 
changing room.  I could hear Gracie giggling and laughing as Diane told her.

    I called Mrs. Abernathy and told her it was "D" day.  She always got a 
kick out of it when I used W.W.II terminology.  She hung up and dialed the 
Henderson Police Department.  I moved out to the porch and set up my folding 
lawn chair on the grass that slopped down to the pool.  I saw the girls enter 
the pool area and head toward the changing room.  When I call Diane 
again...Well, the ringing of the phone was to be the signal that the cops were 
coming into the pool area.  The girls were going to start looking for Anthony 
and when they found him, yell their brains out.

    Here comes the cops.  I dialed the phone and faintly heard it ring in the 
changing room.  The cops weren't half way across the pool when the yelling and 
screaming started.  Anthony was running out just as the cops got to the 
woman's entrance...And ran right into the cops.  I noticed Mrs. Abernathy 
standing on the sidewalk by the rear of her condo.  She was dressed like she 
was going to the store.  Nice try, Mrs. "A."  You don't fool Willy Tamarack, 
not for a second.  The two of us watched as the police pushed Anthony back 
into the dressing room.  Some more shrieks from the girls.  Both Dorthy and I 
had small smiles on our faces as the cops dragged him away in handcuffs.

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    I was fixing tuna sandwiches while Dorthy was setting my small breakfast 
room table.  "You know, Willy...If you need anything while Carol is 
gone...don't hesitate to call."  I was thinking I should have video taped the 
sting but that might have drawn too much attention to myself.  I laughed out 
loud and spooked Mrs. Abernathy.

    She continued talking, saying, "...Carol told me a lot about you, Willy.  
And after the cops rousted your place when you left town; I made sure they 
didn't take anything you might not want them to have.  I talked with that 
friend of yours, Gary Cahill.  Now there's a real nice young man..."  I 
wondered if she'd be saying the same thing if she was watching Gary fuck the 
shit out of Carol, while she begged him to fuck her faster and harder.  I 
sometimes get her that turned on, eating her, but every time she sees a big 
cock she goes wild.  I wondered if I could handle that ?  Take a little time 
to tell, I guess.

    The door bell sounded and I went to answer it.  Dorthy was talking about 
my dope...My dope !  Dorthy doesn't know a thing about my growing grass.  At 
least that's what I thought.  The door bell sounded again and I turned again 
to leave the kitchen.  Dorthy hadn't even looked as I left.  The girls were 
excited, jumping up and down.  Their tits were bouncing in their bikini tops 
and I was getting excited, too.  They both had their hands on my shoulders and 
their titties were bouncing very close to my face.  If Mrs. "A" wasn't here I 
might see if I could get it started now.

    "...have seen the look on the cop's faces when they found us naked."  
Diane was exclaiming.  She started laughing her lungs out when she saw Mrs. 
"A."  Her friend, Gracie, had both hands over her mouth trying to suppress the 
gales of laughter escaping from her mouth when she saw Mrs. "A."

    Mrs. Dorthy Abernathy turned and looked at the way the girls were attired 
and said.  "I'll bet those policemen were very thorough with their 
investigation ?"

    The girls cracked up and I edged passed them to get back to the tuna.  
Dorthy was telling them about the time she and some of her sorority sisters 
pulled a prank on a fraternity way back when.  Lunch was quick as the girls 
were "famished" as Gracie put it.  Mrs. Abernathy excused herself and when I 
took her to the door, said.  "Carol said I should make sure you take care of 
yourself...So if there's something those young girls can't provide you...."  
She leaned over and kissed me.  Now it wasn't until just right before I split 
two Falls ago that Mrs. "A" and I got close; I mean she used to call me, Mr. 
Tamarack.  Now she's giving me a peck on the cheek.

    Ah !  Well, I had other things on my mind.  I damn near started getting 
hard walking back to the bedroom to get their dope.  They were both still 
sitting in the breakfast room.  I went over to the table and dropped two, what 
I'd call, four finger lids onto the table.  Diane jumped up and threw her arms 
around my neck.  She hugged me and I kissed her hair.  Gracie was just staring 
at us.  Diane finally sat back down and I joined them.  I pulled a baggie out 
of my pants pocket and started to fill the small bong that I pulled out of my 
other pocket.  I torched the bed of grass and took a deep hit.  Immediately I 
could feel euphoria creep through my body.

    I passed the pipe to Diane and squeaked out, "This is the same shit you 
guys got in the badges.  Taste it."  Diane was eager and sucked a big hit into 
her lungs.  She passed the bong to Gracie who did the same.

    We were quiet for a while until Diane blurted out..."We were talking about 
how turned on we got being naked in front of the cops."  My cock lurched in my 
pants.  I smiled at the two of them and took another drag.

    Gracie followed up with, "Hey !  Know what the cops said as they were 
taking that creep away ?  One of them said he'd have thought it would be you."  
I laughed my ass off.  Yea !  Without the six "P's" (Prior Planning Prevents 
Piss Poor Performance) it might well have been me.  Instead of watching though 
I'd probably be down on my knees eating at the fountain of youth - young 
pussy, that is.  Fuck !  I couldn't get enough and was almost hard enough to 
fuck just thinking of getting my rocks off with these two young ladies.

    "Ahh...How'd you like to do it again for a camera and you can act your way 
through it...Then we can watch it on the big screen in the front room ?"

    Gracie's eyes opened wide and she whispered, "You mean back in the 
changing room ?"

    I shook my head and said, "No...Right here."  Gracie just nodded, very 
noncommittal.  Diane was just staring at Gracie.

    "Well...What do you think, Gracie ?"

    Gracie jumped like the question shocked her.  "Oh !  Wow !  Have you ever 
been naked with a strange man before...I mean except for today ?"

    Diane nodded her head and Gracie's eye's opened wide.  She squeaked out, 
"With him ?"  Diane nodded again and passed the pipe to Gracie.  She coughed 
up most of her lungs full of smoke and squeaked out again, "Jesus, this is 
fucking heavy shit."  Diane and I started laughing.  Gracie joined us and I 
got up to get the camera.  Yea...I know...She didn't say she would but I knew 
if Diane started talking off her suit then Gracie would follow suite.  I was 
pretty sure Diane knew that's all she'd have to do too.

    I came back into the front room and set the camera up.  The girls were 
still in the kitchen.  I heard some giggling and went into see what was going 
on.  They were both nude, sitting at the breakfast room table.  My eyes were 
immediately drawn to Gracie's tits.  They were lying on the table top - big 
melons of flesh.  Her areolae were too small for her gigantic tits.  Small, 
little brown circles of smooth skin.  Her nipples were about the size of 
pencil erasures.  I think I already told you about Diane's tits, her areolae 
were crinkly with her excitement.

    Looks like I missed the show.  Diane got up and walked over to me.  The 
dark triangle of her womanhood attracted my gaze.  She was one well put 
together young lady.  She was going to be a junior this next year.  Her arms 
came up around my shoulders and she kissed me full on the mouth.  Our tongues 
were fencing with each other.  Some of our slobber escaped from the corner of 
her mouth and dribbled down my cheek.  My cock was getting hard inside my 
shorts.  Diane knew it too as she was beginning to grind against it.

    I reached down and started massaging her behind - the best ass I've seen, 
second to Carol's.  I opened my eyes and found Gracie staring at us.  I winked 
at her.  She started laughing and Diane stopped kissing me.

    "What are you laughing at, Gracie ?"  She stepped away from me and Gracie 
glanced down at my crotch.  My semi was plainly visible.  I flexed it a couple 
of times and Gracie laughed.  Diane reached for my shorts and dragged them 
down my legs.  I wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock fell down until it 
was pointing at the ground.  It was spongy, that was all.  Diane dropped to 
her knees, took it in her hand and started to lick the head.

    Gracie blurted out, "Diane...What are you doing ?"  Then she started 
laughing.  I was pumping my hips and starting to feel the beginnings of 
tremendous orgasm.  Shit !  I was hardly hard.  I pulled Diane off her knees 
and sat her on the table top.  She knew what was coming, set her heels right 
on the edge and spread her knees apart.  I sat and buried my face in her brown 
curls.  Her cunt smelled like she'd been out in the sun.  Her cunt lips were 
swollen and easily spread apart as I worked my tongue into her.  She moaned 
and thrust her cunt up into my face a moment after my tongue made contact with 
her clit.  She came about five minutes later as my tongue was reaming itself 
into her asshole while I worked one of my thumbs all over her cunt and 
clitoris.

    I pushed the chair away from the table and after pulling a couple of her 
pubes out of my mouth, looked over at Gracie.  "Next ?"  I smiled at her and 
put a questioning look on my face.  She was glued to the chair.  I turned back 
to Diane who was still spread before me.  Her legs were dangling over the 
table, her pink cunt clearly visible amongst her dark curls.  I slid the chair 
closer and was just about to taste her when Gracie tapped me on the shoulder.

    I smiled up at her and pushed the chair back.  I got to my feet and led 
her to the front room where the video was trained toward the couch and already 
running.

    "Why don't you sit down, Gracie ?"  She did and I dropped to the floor at 
her feet.  She kept her legs together but they didn't stay there long.  I 
barely put any pressure on them at all and she spread herself before me.  Her 
crotch was covered the lightest brown, curly hair I'd ever seen - almost 
blonde.  I ran my hands down her thighs until I had a real meaty part of her 
thigh in my hand.  I squeezed them.  Her crotch thrust up off the couch.

    "Take a hold of your ankles, Gracie."  She reached out and took a hold of 
her ankles and pulled her legs back toward her head.  He entire crotch was 
spread before me and I was really turned on.  My cock was strengthening on 
it's own without any stimulation.  I ran a hand through her pubic hair and 
felt her shiver a bit.  When I started to rub a couple of fingers up and down 
her plump cunt lips she started to moan.  I spread her legs further apart, 
bent forward and kissed her navel.  I slowly worked my tongue into her belly 
button and reamed it out for a short period before continuing my journey down 
toward her fur covered vagina.

    I was in her pussy hair, just roaming around when she grabbed my head and 
forced it down to her cunt.  I pushed her legs further apart and with my 
hands, spread her meat before me.  She was gooey wet.  I licked her once and 
she came.  I started at her almost hairless anus and slid my tongue right up 
her cunt lips until I had her tiny clit between my lips.  I nibbled on it and 
she came again.  My cock was still hard enough to fuck her so I wasted no time 
getting it into her, filling her in one thrust.  Her legs were up around my 
neck, my belly against the back of her thighs, my cock buried in her.  I 
started thrusting and she started screaming.

    "Oho !  Aaaaaahhhhh !  Oho!  Aaaaaaahhhh !"  Almost a chanting as I drove 
my cock in and out of her.  She wasn't that tight, really not even as tight as 
Diane and Diane had had a steady diet of Gary's cock for several months - or 
so the story goes ?  As I started fucking her a little faster, Diane appeared 
next to her on the couch.  Diane reached between us and started massaging 
Gracie's clitoris.  For the next few seconds, Gracie threw me the best fuck 
I'd had in a long time.  She was wiggling around like my cock was a sledge of 
hot metal - red hot - fucking in and out of her.  I was there.  My cock 
quivered and quivered as it spasmed around in Gracie's belly.  The feeling 
spread out from my groin to my chest and thighs.  After several long seconds, 
I fell backward onto the floor...panting.  I hoped the video turns out ok.  I 
can hardly wait to show Carol.....

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    When Carol didn't show at ten, I wandered down to Dorthy's to see if she 
was still up.  She answered the door in her bathrobe and it wasn't five 
minutes before we were naked in her bed.  Yes !  I'm fucking a woman, old 
enough to be my mother.  I'll never forget that first night.  It was the 
evening after the afternoon I spent with Diane and Gracie.  While I never got 
hard again after fucking Gracie.  I ate and fingered the both of them to 
several orgasms apiece.  Dorthy called about five, asking if I was free for 
dinner.  The three of us had just got out of the shower where the girls spent 
most of the time on their knees, sucking my cock.  I was limp and drained.  
This big boy'd had a big day and was looking for a little R & R.

    Dinner went great.  I was famished and ate everything in sight.  After 
dinner, Dorthy told me, "feel free to smoke if you like," and I copped a 
couple of hits out on her patio while she loaded the dish washer.  She 
surprised me while I was still hitting on the joint and blew me away with, 
"I've always wanted to try it.  Is there enough for me ?"  She giggled a 
little and all of a sudden this kind old woman wasn't anything like my mother.  
I could never get stoned with my mother or my father, for that matter.  They 
would just never understand my affinity for getting stoned.  I had a hard time 
believing Dorthy Abernathy would either but held the joint out to her anyway.

    With a little coaching, she was taking some tremendous drags off the joint 
and then exclaiming that it wasn't doing anything for her.  We went back into 
the condo and sat on the couch.  There was just the roach left and I torched 
it.  I leaned over and put my lips on Dorthy's.  When her mouth opened I 
exhaled and filled her lungs with as much smoke as I could.  I was gasping 
when I broke contact with her lips.  Dorthy threw her head back against the 
sofa and moaned real loud, almost like she was having a sexual experience.  
Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open.  I laughed.  She had a hard time 
bringing her head up to look me in the eyes.

    "Still not feeling anything, Dorthy ?"

    "Aaaah" was all I heard.  I was about to get up to leave when she kissed 
me.  I was mesmerized by something across the room and didn't detect her 
movement until her lips were against mine.  Her hand was on my chest, her 
pillowy breasts against my shoulder.  I kissed her back, her tongue tentative 
at first but soon kissing me with abandon.  I finally managed to back away.  
She was almost panting as I got to my feet and struggled to the front door.

    "Thanks for dinner, Dorthy...And great work today...Let's do dinner 
tomorrow night at the 'OutBack' ?"  She just nodded.  I almost thought I 
noticed disappointment in her expression.  Nah...Just being stoned is all.

    I was home, just putzying around.  Going from one room to another, just 
doing nothing.  It was about ten...Thinking about what Carol was doing.  I lit 
up another joint and then it hit me.  All her talk about Carol...Carol had set 
this up.  Told the old woman, I was hot for her.  Probably told her how much I 
liked to eat pussy or any number of things.

    I wondered where Monica was ?  She'd know...and then I found the note in 
the kitchen.  The note was written at eight-thirty.  Said she was going out 
with friends and would probably spend the night with them.  Shit !  I wish 
she'd call back.  Maybe, she could bring her friends over here ?  Wishful 
thinking, Willy !

    Going through my "T" shirt drawer, making a little space for Carol; I 
found a small baggie filled with about a hundred or so small, pink pills.  I'm 
confused for a moment and then remember the guy we ran into at the tennis club 
while visiting my parents.  The three of us ended up fucking and sucking just 
about all afternoon and evening.  Jesus !  The guy had a big long, fat dick 
and never got soft - the whole time.  Carol must have fucked him four or five 
times.  She was a wild woman.  The guy told us he gave her something that 
would make her hornier than she had ever been in her life.  Well, now...Carol 
is just about horny all the time so I must admit that I was a bit skeptical.  
Whether the stuff worked on Carol or not, she never said but insisted we 
follow the guy to his apartment and buy a bunch.

    We'd never tried them since.  Well, she'd never tried them again after 
that one afternoon with...with...Rob was his name, I think ?  I wonder...If 
they work on women ?  Would they work on men ??  Would I have the balls to 
take one ?  My mind raced and that was quite an accomplishment considering the 
state it was in.  I'd been stoned since about the time the cops left with 
Anthony.  I wandered back into the breakfast nook and sat at the table.  I 
took out one of the pills and put it on the table.  While cutting it in 
eighths, I thought back to a bit of advice my college roommate gave me - 
"Whenever you do pills, Willy.  Always...always cut them in at least eighths 
before taking any of it.  You don't want to go flying out the window."  I 
tasted the pink pill.  Hardly any taste.

    Twenty minutes went by and I noticed, not a bit of change in myself.  A 
placebo, like I thought, back when we ran into this crazy guy.  Several days 
after meeting him, Carol found a newspaper story about a double murder/suicide 
in Irvine.  The story listed Rob's name and another couple's name.  I can't 
remember their names.  I was getting ready for bed when it arrived.  My cock 
got hard.  Iron hard.  It was hot to the touch.  I stroked it a bit and wished 
that Gracie was here or Carol or Diane or Monica.  I was alone and then a 
vision of Mrs. "A" flooded my mind.

    Before I knew it, I was at her front door.  She was wearing a house coat 
and I was sure she was dressed for bed.  My cock was still hard in my jeans.  
Dorthy looked down at it and then back to my face.  I was leaning in to kiss 
her when she dragged me inside and closed the door.  We ended up in her 
bedroom and I ate her sparsely, part gray-part brown haired pussy for an hour.  
My cock remained hard as steel the whole time.  Maybe...Nab !  Couldn't 
be...I'm just horny.  How could I be horny ?  I couldn't get it up again this 
afternoon with two teenagers and here I am eating an old woman and my cock is 
like set cement.  When Dorthy finally pulled my face out from between her 
legs, I crawled up between her legs and filled her with cock.

    Now maybe "filled her" is a slight exaggeration but the way this old woman 
was moving below me...I was one happy camper.  I didn't leave until after 
breakfast about ten.  I've been over every day since.  Some days using the 
stuff (I'm hard for over an hour), some days not (I'm my normal self.  I get 
one descent boner, descent mind you - not a hardon like the pills give me and 
then I'm limp for the rest of the time).  But Dorthy doesn't seem to mind me 
just eating her cunt and ass and working on her huge tits.  I never would have 
thought an older woman could be so hot.  And the time I slipped an eighth of 
the pill to her...Fuck !  She went wild !  Would have killed me if I hadn't 
been on the pill too.  I've decided to call it, the pill - that is, "fucking."  
Then changed my mind and shorten it to "Fuck."  Willy Tamarack didn't know it 
but his hardon problems were a thing of the past.

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    Carol wasn't concerned that Willy wasn't home.  She was over three hours 
late.  Willy wouldn't bother her about where she'd been.  She put some of her 
clothes away and got ready for bed.  She left the bathroom light on and was 
sound asleep when Willy pushed the key into the lock.

    I saw several boxes and one suitcase in the front room.  Carol must be 
home.  I snuck down the hall and peeked into our bedroom.  Wow !  "...home," 
"...into our bedroom."  I was thinking of her as my mate...mind boggling...but 
isn't that what I wanted ?  I'm not sure...Bullshit...I was pretty positive ??

    Carol had kicked the blanket half off and one of her legs and one cheek of 
her ass were bare.  I wandered into the bedroom and sat in my favorite chair.  
It was this big stuffed thing.  I used to keep it in the front room but it 
soon got too many cum stains on it.  I cleaned it and moved it in here.

    Carol rolled over and was now on her left side, totally covered by the 
blanket.  I just stared.  I was so happy she consented to live with me.  
Maybe, we'll get married sometime ?  Really quite a catch for a fifty year old 
man, I thought.  Twelve years younger than I am, great body, loves to fuck.  
Can't imagine her ever saying no to anything.  Could I live with her stepping 
out on me every once and a while ?  You bet !  Because I'll be right at her 
side, no doubt, lusting after the guy's wife or girl friend.

    Carol couldn't sleep and rolled over again.  She was disappointed Willy 
wasn't here.  She wanted to sleep with him.  He was probably up at the cabin.  
Have to remember to talk him into keeping the condo.  Don't want to have to 
face that drive from the mountain into town every morning, especially during 
the winter.  She got up to relieve herself.  After flushing, she got back into 
bed but couldn't get the picture out of her mind...Willy sitting in his big 
stuffed chair.  They'd screwed many times in that chair.....

    Carol snapped up in bed and could barely make out his form, sitting in his 
chair.  "How long you been there ?"

    "About a half an hour.  You look like a little girl when you're sleeping.  
Long trip ?"

    "Yea !  I got hung up between Beaver and St. George."

    "Yea !?  Want to tell me about it ?"

    "You coming to bed ?"

    "A little later..."  Carol started talking.  She began when she started 
playing with herself, just outside Salt Lake City.  When she finished, she 
told me about the video tape.  I laughed, rose and started taking off my 
clothes.

    "You bathe when you got home ?"  Carol shook her head, jumped out of bed, 
naked and ran to me.  She was kissing me, her hands helping me off with my 
jeans.

    "I brushed my teeth, though."

    "Good...Now, Miss Whitouski, what did you tell my dear friend, Dorthy 
Abernathy, about me ?"

    When Carol started laughing, I held her tight and gave her a very hard 
swat to her fanny.  She jumped.

    "Hey !  What the fuck..."

    I interrupted her by diving to the bed with her and wrestling her over on 
to my lap.  She was fighting like crazy, wiggling around on my lap like a 
worm.  I spanked her again.  She yelled that she was going to bite my cock 
off.  I swatted her butt again.  She struggled harder.  I leaned down close to 
her ear and whispered, "Tell me and it stops...Keep stonewalling me and it 
continues until your ass is so hot I can fry an egg on it.  Then when you're 
wiped out and can't struggle any more, I'm going to strap on that big dildo of 
yours and fuck you doggie style until you beg me to stop."

    She looked up at me and whispered, "That's not fair, Willy.  I...I want to 
tell you but..."

    "You need to be spanked don't you, little girl ?"  She smiled up at me, 
like a little angel, and shook her head back and forth.  I spanked her 
lightly.  Her hips started grinding over my loins.  I spanked her again on the 
other cheek and then ran my hand up into her bush.  I could feel the dried 
semen in her pubic hair.  My cock started to get hard as I thought back to her 
story.  What a turn on !  Fucking with two people she just met.  I had two 
fingers in her and she was very comfortable.  I could easily fit four fingers 
in.  She was slimy wet, gooey.  My cock continued to grow.  One thing I was 
convinced of - the mind controls the penis, you just got to work on it.

    I was pulling her over me onto the bed.  We were kissing and I could feel 
her legs surround me as her hand guided my cock into her.  We were silent, 
fucking slowly.  She was like a volcano inside.  Just a split second before I 
was going to scream out my orgasm, Carol leaned up and kissed me.  I could 
tell by the way she was breathing through her nose she was cuming.  The ride 
lasted about a minute or two and then I was on my back gasping for breath.

    "Well...Did the horny man, who just fucked my brains out, finally get into 
his neighbors pants ?"

    "What did you tell her ?"

    Carol laughed.  "You won't believe this !  I think she was trying to tell 
me about your evil ways, Mr. Tamarack.  She couldn't stop talking about some 
party you had way back when.  She couldn't remember exactly when but remembers 
that there were three of four...maybe, more...she said...naked people in your 
den...doing unspeakable things on your couch.  She wasn't sure you were one of 
them but made it clear that I should think carefully before making any plans 
with you."

    "And ?"

    "I told her I had heard rumors but that you were such a sweet guy.  Then I 
almost fell over when she mentioned several of her friends thought you were a 
great catch.  Then she tells me it looks like we're competitors or something 
like that."

    I'm having a hard time believing this.  Carol is lying on my chest, 
kissing my chin.  "So...Keep going."

    "So being the scoundrel that you've made me with all your 'dirty tricks  
and fighter pilot' ways; I tell her that you mentioned to me many times...that 
you'd like to take us both to bed.  You've always wanted to do two women at 
the same time but I refused because I'd get jealous...I was afraid...I'd never 
done anything like that.  Pretty good...huh, Willy ?"

    I was laughing.  "Well, let's make your little fantasy come true, my dear.  
The three of us'll do dinner tomorrow night and I'll try to get you two drunk 
and stoned enough to get in the hot tub with me."

    "Aaah...Willy...How often are you and Dorthy...You know...?"

    "Just about daily."

    "You're so nasty, Willy."

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    We watched the video of her and her roommates the next morning and I 
seriously thought of using a little "fuck," especially when Monica showed up.  
The three of us watched me bone Gracie and then the three of us ended up 
having a lot of sex.  I got hard my usual one time and did Carol as she fucked 
Monica with the dildo.  I bet Carol that I'd get Dorthy Abernathy so hot she'd 
do her while I did Dorthy.  Carol said it was a bet but if she won, we'd get 
married.  We shook and Monica wanted to lay off a side bet.  She got to be 
maid of honor.  I laughed my ass off...It was in the bag.

    I had second thoughts as we were eating.  If I gave them both "fuck," 
they'd kill me even if I took it myself.  If I didn't give it to them, I might 
lose the bet.  That wouldn't be too bad.  I could marry worse...way worse, the 
way I figured it.  Maybe, she was just kidding me ?  We'd kind of kicked it 
around a bit...Well, she had.  I was always pretty noncommittal.  I decided 
not to give them any "fuck."  Maryjane had rarely failed me in the past...I 
was confident it wouldn't tonight.

    Back at the condo, I torched up the bong as soon as we got settled in the 
kitchen.  It went around a couple of times.  Dorthy was making like she was 
going to leave.  Carol was taking her to the door.  I was stoned, smoking by 
myself.  When Carol didn't come back right away, I got up and headed for the 
front door.  The two of them were still gabbing, talking about going to the 
market tomorrow.

    "Aaah...Dorthy ?  Carol and I were just going to take a dip in the hot 
tub.  We'd love to have you join us."  The girls were silent.  Carol looked at 
me, her eyebrows arched up over her eyes.  Dorthy's blush was visible in the 
dim light on the front porch.  I put my arm around Carol and held out my hand 
to Dorthy.  The bet was in the bag when I felt Dorthy take my hand and I 
kissed Carol.  I pulled Dorthy into the entry way and kissed her - a long 
opened mouth kiss with our tongues dueling each other.  I'd taken "fuck" when 
I left  the kitchen, so certain, was I, of success.  My cock was getting 
harder by the second.  I ground it into Dorthy's padded middle and ran my 
hands up and down her sides, making sure to brush her breasts on every trip.

    After the kiss, I guided Dorthy to the bathroom.  Carol was there with a 
towel around her.  She moved toward me and started, "Willy...I'm scared...I've 
never..."  I kissed her and removed the towel.  She stood there in all her 
naked glory - firm, proud tits, nipples erect, areolae all crinkley.  Her dark 
bush, almost diamond shaped, I ran my fingers through it as I kissed her.  
Dorthy was like a statue across the tub.

    "Help me get Dorthy's clothes off."

    "I...I can't..."

    "Sure you can...Come on help me."  I had dropped my shorts and was 
standing there in just a "T" shirt.  My boner was hard as rock and sticking up 
like a sun dial out of my crotch.  Dorthy had her eyes glued to it.  My "T" 
shirt came off and now I was naked.  I moved over to Dorthy and helped her off 
with her blouse.  Carol watched as I played with Dorthy's bra covered tits 
while she struggled to get her blouse off.  Dorthy's hands were working the 
zipper down on her skirt as I unhooked her bra.  Her cups fell off her tits 
and they swung a little as she got out of the skirt.  She was just wearing 
underpanties.  They were white.  I slid my hands down her sides until my hands 
were inside her panties and without touching her pussy or ass, slid her 
panties to the floor.  I licked up her right side as I got to my feet and 
didn't stop until I had a nipple in my mouth.  I rubbed my cock against her 
hip.  It was harder than rock and hotter than hell.

    I held my hand out to Carol and she slowly crossed the tub and stood 
beside me.  "Take her sandals off, Carol."  I went back to sucking on Dorthy's 
right tit and nipple.  I held Dorthy as Carol got her sandals off.  When 
Dorthy was steady, I stopped sucking on her breast and found Carol kneeling at 
our feet.  I stepped in front of her and whispered, "Suck it, lover.  You're 
going to get a lot of it tonight, beautiful."

    Carol was on fire.  Dorthy had a much better body than she ever imagined.  
Her tits were huge.  She was staring at them.  Big mountains of flesh that 
still, after all these years, pushed out from her chest - they looked like 
over ripe fruit and were topped with big, round brown areolae.  Centered in 
each was a prominent nipple about the thickness of one of her fingers.  She 
wanted to suck them while Willy fucked her.

    I had a hand in her hair and was just stroking it when she opened her 
mouth and started sucking on me.  I could tell she was very excited as her 
mouth was very juicy, even after the dope we smoked earlier.  I started to 
move to her rhythm and soon was pumping my entire length in and out of her 
mouth.  "Dorthy...Come stand behind me I think...I'm going to fall down."

    Dorthy rushed to me and placed her body right behind me.  She mashed her 
breasts against my back and ground her mons against my ass.  Carol was really 
into it attempting to suck my brains out through the head of my dick.

    Carol had learned to deep throat in high school and loved to deep throat 
Willy because he didn't gag or choke her.  Oh !  He could if she let him but 
he never made it seem like a big deal - like other guys did, trying to choke 
her to impress her.  She could tell he was going to cum any second now.  He 
was chanting "fuck" over and over again.

    .....Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Here it comes, baby...Aaaaaghhhh...Ooooh !  
Ooooh !  Ooooh !  Fuck !  Fuck !  Suck !!!"  I sunk to my knees and kissed 
her.  She loved to be kissed just after she blew me, even if I couldn't fill 
her mouth with semen anymore.  I got up and led the two of them to the bedroom 
and noticed Carol looking at my cock with amazement.  It was still hard as a 
rock and I flexed it for her.  It bounced in my groin.

    As the girls got on to the bed, I asked.  "Who's first ?"  Carol and 
Dorthy looked at each other.  It seemed that neither of them wanted to seem 
selfish.  I went to the night stand and got out the dildo.

    Carol screamed out, "Oh !  Willy...What are you going to do with that ?"

    "Well...If you two can't make up your mind.  I'm going to do you both."

    I started strapping the big, black rubber dick to my belly.  "Carol...Why 
don't you get on top."  She just stared at me as I moved on to the bed, two 
hard cocks protruding from my groin.  "But first I want to eat Dorthy's 
pussy."  I pushed her to her back and then leaned over her and began my trek 
at her tits, sucking both of her nipples into my mouth.  Her belly button was 
damp when I left it and her legs spread wide as I moved my head lower.  She 
smelled great.  I could see some traces of baby powder in the creases of her 
thighs and in her pubic hair.  Her cunt lips were stuck together and I reamed 
my tongue into her and started swathing them with saliva.  She was wet inside 
and I soon had her cunt lips spread and was licking nothing but meat.

    Dorthy had her head thrown back and was out of control.  She couldn't 
believe that she was in bed with not one but two people and one of them was a 
woman.  They were both young enough to be her offspring, the girl might be 
young enough to be her granddaughter.  No !  She couldn't be.  Her first 
orgasm came when Willy stuck his tongue in her puckered asshole.  She thrust 
her hips off the mattress below her and tried to capture his head between her 
thighs.

    I was laughing.  Dorthy just about broke my neck when her thighs snapped 
shut.  I was running my hands up and down her goose bump covered thighs.  
"Come here, baby."  Carol moved over toward me and I maneuvered her until she 
was on top of Dorthy.  I had to raise Dorthy's legs up over Carol's shoulders 
and then went I bent her over, their cunts were now just inches away from each 
other.  Dorthy was holding Carol by the shoulders and trying to see what I was 
doing.

    I ran my hand down the crack of Carol's ass and slipped a finger into her.  
She was sloppy wet.  I pumped the finger in and out of her.  "You're very wet, 
Carol."  I pulled out of her and did the same to Dorthy's cunt.  "You're very 
wet too, Dorthy."  I moved closer to them and angled my two dicks to their 
pussies.  It took me a few minutes and a lot of coaching but it was worth it.  
I finally had a portion of each dick in them.  I leaned forward just a bit and 
put my arms out in front of me - just above Dorthy's shoulders.  I started 
pumping and both of them let out a surprised little noise and then they 
started moving with me.  All embarrassment gone - dissipating in the sex that 
was consuming the three of us.  I was up with my feet on the floor, just 
fucking them to beat the band.

    The girls were wiggling around and moaning and groaning below me.  Dorthy 
got off first and started hyperventilating like crazy.  I fucked faster and 
Carol came with one long "wooosh...Oh !  Fuck...I'm coming."  I kept fucking 
and soon the girls were coming every other minute or so.  They were slick with 
perspiration.  Bullshit !  The two of them were sweating like pigs and so was 
I.  We were covered with sweat, dripping sweat and ended up in the hot tub - 
Carol watching as Dorthy sucked on my still hard cock.  We were passing a 
joint around at the time and I'm not sure she was aware enough of her 
surroundings to notice.

    It finally came to her as I was fucking Dorthy while the dildo strapped to 
her waist was fucking in and out of Carol - at a high rate of speed.  
Immediately after we finished she was on her knees before me looking at my 
cock.  It was still hard.

    "Aaah...Willy...You keeping anything from me ?"  It was a question.  I 
reached for the joint with a great big shit eatin' grin on my face.

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    The next several weeks were a blur.  We hardly saw each other.  I was 
always at the cabin.  She was always in town, hustling to get a job with a 
real estate company.  The Las Vegas Valley is growing like a weed but Carol 
had the hardest time getting a job.  She was finding out; in Las Vegas you 
need juice...You need to know someone.  I know she was kind of pissed because 
at the beginning she'd call every night but into Wednesday of the second week 
she stopped calling.  It was lonely at the cabin.  I missed her.

    I was working on the cabin with a couple of young guys.  They were always 
talking shit.  One was going to be a high school senior in the Fall and I 
loved it when he started talking about his girl friend going down on him.  He 
was just trying to compete with his boss.  It was probably bullshit; and then 
maybe it wasn't ?  I'd had plenty of high school seniors go down on me !  Not 
bragging or anything...Yea !  Right, Willy !  His boss was almost thirty, 
married twice and not about to do it again.  It seemed like every day he was 
talking some shit about how many times he got his rocks off the night before.

    The cabin was coming along just great.  What I was really concerned about 
was the "weed room," as Carol called it.  I only worked on that when the two 
of them knocked it off for the day.  That was usually about two.  They were on 
the job by six-thirty so I was happy with their work ethic.  I'd built a floor 
over the "weed room" stairs and reinforced it, then paneled the wall, shoving 
all kinds of extra insulation into it.  Not to go into a lot of detail...I 
rigged up the video camera on a mechanical arm and wired it to an electric 
motor.  I moved my favorite chair into the small closet I built.  I'd have to 
push it forward right up against the TV and VCR that I installed in the 
closet.  That was so I could get the trap door open to visit the farm.  I even 
went so far as to dig a trench to vent the hot air that would fill the "weed 
room."  I was real happy and couldn't wait to go to town to see Carol and tell 
her all about it.  I also had to purchase a two way mirror and in Las Vegas 
that would be no problem.

    Carol was bored to death.  She missed Willy and fuck !  This, looking for 
work, sucked.  She hated slimy guys coming on to her.  Now, if she was horny, 
she'd come on to just about anyone but she wasn't.....Why ?  She didn't know.  
She kept thinking back to that night with Dorthy.  Willy was hard as rock for 
over an hour.  She'd never seen him like that before and was suspicious.  He 
refused to answer her the next day when she asked about it, always changing 
the subject.

    She tried calling him but the phone just rang and rang.  She probably 
should have figured he was on his way to see her but she didn't.....A couple 
of nights ago it had come to her.  She was asleep and woke with a start.  The 
pink pills...The fucker's taking the pills.  She flopped back on to the 
mattress and started laughing.  She remembered insisting that they follow 
Rob...Oh !  God, did that guy have a terrific cock...and it was hard all 
afternoon and into the evening.  That had to be it.  If so...Willy Tamarack 
was going to be the stud of studs - even if his dick wasn't world class size.

    The next night she was on the strip...All she had to go on was a story 
she'd heard from Willy.  The guy's name was J.J. (WT-T#11B) - ran a little 
operation on the Strip during the Spring and Fall, when the Strip was full of 
tourists and their kids.  She laughed thinking how pissed Willy must have been 
to have to leave...Well, Anthony got his just deserts.

    For three nights, she went from video game room to video game room making 
the same offer.  "A hundred dollars for a phone number where I can reach 
J.J....."

    The girl she was talking to, approached her about ten minutes ago.  Carol 
was dropping quarters into a slot machine right outside the video game arcade 
in a casino at the Southern edge of the strip.

    The girl stood at her shoulder and whispered, "If anyone hassles us, 
you're my mom...Ok !?"

    Carol just nodded and continued to feed quarters into the machine.  Willy 
was just arriving at the condo but Carol had no way of knowing that.  Her 
beeper would have gone off but she turned it off when the girl started 
talking.  She was about fourteen, maybe.  Carol wasn't sure.  Blonde hair and 
not a bad little body.  Willy would go ape shit over her.  Carol planned to 
bring her or one of her friends over when Willy visited this weekend.  At 
least that's what she hoped to arrange with J.J.

    "Hear you've been offering a little something to find a guy by the name of 
J.J. ?"  Carol just nodded her head.  "You with the police ?  Because if you 
are...It's entrapment and J.J. will get real pissed when he gets out of jail.  
I sure wouldn't want to be the person that caused him all that trouble."

    Carol reached down to pick up her hand bag.  She opened the top and right 
there was a fat sack of marijuana.  "This is the best dope J.J. will ever 
smoke.  He'll be pissed if you don't bring me to him."

    The girl stepped away from her and turned to leave the gambling area.  She 
was headed toward the exit and Carol slowly got to her feet and searched the 
area.  Who was she kidding ?  She had about as much chance picking up 
surveillance as Willy did when he was tripin'.  She window shopped as they 
moved toward the exit and then the young girl disappeared in the crowd.  Carol 
fought the panic and just kept walking.  She was approaching her car when the 
girl appeared again.  She was on the other side of the parking lot, keeping 
pace with her.  Carol turned her phone back on and sat in the Camery to wait.

    When the girl got in, she said one word. "Drive."  They drove for almost 
an hour and ended up at a run down house just off Maryland Parkway, somewhat 
near the university.  Carol started to get out of the car but the girl tossed 
her a scarf and told her to get in the back seat and make a blindfold out of 
it.  Carol flinched but before she could say anything the young girl said, "If 
you want to see J.J., put it on."  Carol complied and sat and waited.  A few 
moments later the Camery moved forward.

    Another hour passed before the car pulled into a garage.  At least that's 
what Carol thought as the door made a funny sound as it went down.  She was 
led through the house and put in a vacant room.  The girl took off the 
blindfold and told her to wait.  It was another hour before there was any 
action.  She heard the garage door come up and then go down again.

    The door burst open and standing in the doorway was a tall, gangly kid 
about eighteen or nineteen, maybe a little older.  It was hard to tell.  He 
was shirtless and he had tattoos all over his torso, his chest, his arms, his 
stomach.  Carol didn't remember Willy telling her about this.

    "Hear you got some dynamite weed for me, pretty lady ?!"  Carol just 
opened her purse and showed him.  He motioned for her to follow and they moved 
into the front room and sat on the couch together.  He produced a bong and 
they smoked for a couple of minutes before he said anything.

    "You weren't bullshitting...This is dynamite weed.  I think you owe my 
young friend a hundred dollars...She's a little anxious...hasn't been doing 
this for too long and isn't quite yet ready to explore that great big world 
out there yet.  How about you ?"

    Carol giggled and then it came out.  ".....My husband...Would love to 
teach your young friend the ways of the world.  In fact that's about all that 
excites him enough to please me...If he first has a young woman...Then he's a 
man...A wild man."

    "Young ladies, like Sharon, don't come without a price...A steep price 
most places I've been."

    Carol almost laughed.  She wondered what exotic places this kid had been.  
Nothing compared to her or Willy either, for that matter.  And sexually he 
couldn't be in the same league as Carol.  She was an animal when she was horny 
and she was getting hornier by the second.

    "Well...The dope and then there's always me and if that's not good 
enough...I've got five more hundred dollar bills in my purse."  J.J. just 
stared at her.  He slowly rose and undid his jeans.  They fell off his skinny 
frame and Carol was staring at a dick that was as long as Willy's was 
hard...this thing was dangling down past the guy's balls.  She smiled up at 
him as he stepped between her legs.

    She had his cock in her hands and could feel it starting to get hard.  She 
licked the head and the guy threw his head back.  "Suck it, honey...Shit !  I 
don't even know your name."  Carol didn't answer him until he'd cum in her 
mouth and she let go of his soft cock.

    Willy was fast asleep in their bed at the condo as Carol got out of her 
clothes and fucked J.J. until he couldn't get it up again.  She was sucking on 
his cock and licking his balls when her beeper went off.  She got up and asked 
if the phone worked.  J.J. was wrecked and just pointed to the kitchen.  Carol 
dialed the number on her beeper, disappointed that it wasn't Willy.

    "Hello...Carol Whitouski, here."

    "Aaah...Carol ?  This is Frank Malibu (4Seasons).  I'm the chief cook and 
bottle-washer at Sundown Realty.  Was wondering if you could drop by tomorrow 
afternoon.  I'm looking for the right person to be on the team with us.  I 
called Boulder this afternoon and got a glowing recommendation from your 
previous employer..."

    Carol interrupted.  "How did you get my name, Mr. Malibu ?"  Willy would 
crack up at the guy's name.  "Frank Malibu."  Carol laughed as Frank explained 
that a friend of his called from one of the other realties.  Thought she was 
perfect for the job but just didn't have the space on board.  Carol thought 
the line was bullshit.  Who cared how many realtors you had working for you.  
It was a commission game.  They didn't pay anyone shit.  A few minutes later 
she was back in the den.  J.J. was still on the couch, snoozing.

    She got to her knees and started sucking his limp dick again.  When he was 
half hard, she asked him.  "We got a deal, J.J. ?"  He just nodded his head up 
and down and told her to keep sucking.  A few moments later she asked him if 
he had a friend.  He started laughing, struggled off the couch and into the 
kitchen to use the phone.  An hour later another young guy showed up and the 
three of them fucked and sucked until neither of the young guys could get it 
up again.

    It was past eight the next morning before Carol got dressed to leave.  
J.J. was some what coherent and asked as she left the bedroom, "Aaah...How we 
gona do this, Carol ?"  Carol told him five o'clock tonight...The Taco Bell up 
on Sunset.  She went home and crashed.  Willy had left no more than five 
minutes before she arrived home.

    It didn't bother me all that much that she didn't come home.  Shit !  She 
could be just about anywhere ?  Maybe back up at the cabin but I didn't really 
believe that.  I toked up a morning doobie as I drove down to the glass place 
and was back at the cabin by eleven, watching the guys work - stripped down to 
the waist.  I wondered how they'd fare with Carol.  It was Thursday afternoon 
and they were just about finished.  As I walked up to the porch that held the 
hot tub off at one end and entered the house, I heard the phone ringing.

    One of the guys called to me that it was probably my wife.  Shit !  
Where'd they get that idea.  I'd never mentioned Carol to them.  I picked up 
the phone.

    "Willy...Willy !  I got a job.  I got hired.  Willy...Willy is that you ?"  
I nodded my head before I realized that she was talking to me on the phone and 
couldn't see my reaction.

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

    "Great !  Carol !"  I was stoked.  We really didn't really need the money 
but it would be just fucking great if she could make enough to keep the condo 
going.  I was still leaning toward selling it...Plus it'd give us more money 
to fuck off with !

    "Willy...I've got a surprise for you tonight.  Can you come down ?  
Please.  Please.  You'll really like it.  I promise.  Honest."

    I didn't bother telling her that I'd been down last night.  I told her I 
couldn't make it until I finished a project.  I wanted the camera, VCR and TV 
to be fully operational by tomorrow afternoon so I could sit back and watch 
these two studs fuck Carol's brains out and then I was going to finish her off 
with a little "fuck."  Talk about surprises !  I could hardly wait.

    Thirty seconds after hanging up with Willy.  Frank Malibu was on the 
phone.  He wanted Carol to drop by the office and meet some the staff.  Every 
Thursday afternoon they had a staff meeting.  Carol said she probably couldn't 
make it until six or so.  Frank was disappointed, she could tell, but went on 
to tell her that six would be ok.

    I finished early.  After cutting the hole in the wall and mounting the 
mirror; I ran a quick check on the electronics.  I ran out of the closet and 
into the bedroom, rolled around on the bed and then ran back to the closet.  I 
pressed "stop" then "rewind" and watched myself rolling around on the bed.  
The lighting wasn't that great but figured, I could fuck with it tomorrow.

    I was at the condo.  It was about five-thirty.  I was stoned.  I vaguely 
heard the phone ringing but had no intention of rushing out of the shower to 
answer it.  When I wandered into the front room, I found a young lady sitting 
on the couch.  She was dressed in shorts and a "T" shirt.  The "T" shirt had 
something written on it but I couldn't make it out.  The phone started ringing 
again.

    "The last one was your wife.  You gona get it ?"  I wandered toward where 
the phone was, in the kitchen.

    "And your name is ?"  I called as I disappeared into the kitchen.  She 
called back, "Sharon."

    "Yea..."

    "Willy...It's Carol...Like your surprise ?"  There was some static, she 
was on her cell phone.  I looked back toward the den.  I couldn't see the 
young lady sitting on my couch.

    "Well...We haven't been properly introduced."  Carol started laughing.  I 
joined her.

    "Aaah...Willy...I'm not going to make it until later.  I've got a meeting 
with my new boss and I'm late...Should have been there early this afternoon.  
I couldn't make it so I'm going now...Ok ?"

    I moved toward the front room and saw "Sharon" still sitting on the couch.  
"Aaah...Yea !?  Where'd you meet Sharon ?"

    "Remember J.J. ?"  My mind flashed back to that time so long ago.  Almost 
a year...Before my cancer operation...I was still on the run...Didn't have a 
place to hang my hat...My head up my ass.  That was all behind me now.

    "J.J...Huh ?

    "Yea...J.J."

    "You going to be around later ?"

    "Sure...You need a little help ?"  She was giggling.

    "Nah !  I don't think so...I thought it might be fun, though !?"

    I broke the connection and moved into the front room.  My dope and glass 
pipe in one hand and a can of Diet Pepsi in the other.  Sharon was still 
sitting on the couch, gawking out into space.  I wondered if she was already 
stoned ?  J.J...Huh ?  I sat next to her and we passed the pipe back and 
forth.  I asked her if she could tell me how I could reach J.J.  She had a 
number but wasn't sure he'd be there.

    I got up to call him.  J.J. could be a valuable guy.  He answered on the 
second ring.  "Willy Tamarack, here.  How you doing J.J. ?"

    "Oh !  Wow !  Willy...How you been, man ?"

    "Pretty good J.J. and why, pray tell, did you send one of your young 
ladies over to entertain me this evening ?"

    I waited a long time before he answered.  "Aaah...I though your wife would 
have told you, man.  Hey !  Thanks for the dope."

    "The dope ???"  It took me a little over five minutes to pry the details 
out of J.J. but then I already knew Carol had set this up for me.  J.J. kept 
going on and on about the lengths Carol went to meet him.  Things had been 
tight here in 'Vegas while I'd been away.  He went on to tell me that he 
honestly didn't know it was my wife until "way later, man."  I laughed to 
myself, visualizing Carol getting her brains fucked out by that gangly kid, I 
knew as J.J.  I'm sure she loved every minute.

    "How much I owe you, J.J. ?"

    "Not a thing, Willy...Like I said, man, your wife brought me about an 
ounce of your weed, man and I've been stoned ever since."  I started laughing.  
He continued.  "Hey !  Man...Like...I'd like a steady supply of this shit."

    "No problem, J.J.  I'd like a steady supply of 'Sharons' too !"  I broke 
the connection and wandered back into the den.  Sharon was darling and real 
fucking stoned.  I sat next to her on the couch and torched up the pipe again.

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

    Carol was in Frank's office.  They'd been drinking white wine for over an 
hour.  When she arrived there were still about a dozen people congregating in 
the meeting room.  Frank had bought a couple of cases of beer and several 
bottles of wine and everyone was drinking and joking around.  The last person 
left about a half an hour ago.  Carol was sure Frank was going to make a pass 
at her and was looking forward to the come on.  She just couldn't figure out 
how it was going to go.

    "Is there a Mr. Whitouski ?"  Carol was surprised by the bluntness of his 
query.

    She countered with, "Is there a Mrs. Malibu ?"  Frank smiled and refilled 
her glass.

    "Yea...But she's pretty cool."

    "So's Mr. Whitouski but his real name is Mr. Tamarack.  He's retired air 
force, lives up on Mount Charleston, some where, most of the week and we see 
each other on weekends..."  She let that hang in the air.

    There was no doubt in Frank Malibu's mind...He wanted this woman to work 
for him.  She was an intelligent, self-assured, good looking woman.  He was 
confident her looks alone would enable her to sell houses here in 'Vegas.  
Shit !  She was one of the top sellers in Boulder - at least that's what her 
former employer told him.  Realtors tended to be real bullshitters though so 
you could never really tell.  Plus, he wouldn't mind fucking her every once 
and a while.  He wondered if he could talk Vicky into joining them ?  In the 
past three years, the two of them had bedded several of the realtors he'd 
employed.  Vicky liked three ways.  She'd never had two men but loved sharing 
him with another woman.  Oh !  They'd talked about it but Vicky always said 
Frank was enough man for two.  Frank didn't mind.

    Well...There was a time when she didn't want anything to do with sex but 
that was past them...When the boys died in that freak accident in Ogden about 
six years ago.  Fuck !  Who'd ever believe both of your sons would suffocate 
in a snow cave, they built, right in their own back yard !  Maybe they should 
have watched them closer ?  Well...That was in the past !

    He looked over at Carol and asked, "And what does Mr. Tamarack do for a 
living ?"

    He almost spit out some wine when Carol said, "He grows just about the 
best marijuana in the whole fucking world !"

    He started laughing and Carol joined him.  She was fishing in her purse 
and came out with a joint that looked like a very small, slim cigar.  The dope 
Frank had been getting in Las Vegas was ok but was fairly expensive.  He was 
rolling the joint between his fingers when Carol told him to light it up.

    The two of them were stoned very quickly and Frank was thinking, if he 
could remember, he'd have to ask her to get him some.  This was fucking 
dynamite shit.  Vicky would love it.  Carol was over by his desk looking at 
the picture of Vicky.

    "Your wife looks pretty young, Frank."

    "She's..."  He had a hard time forming the words, his thoughts racing 
though his brain.  God !  This woman had an ass on her.  He imagined fucking 
his cock in and out between the cheeks of her ass.  He was starting to get 
hard.  "She's ten years younger than I am...twenty-eight."

    Carol turned and caught him staring at her ass.  "Mr. Tamarack is twelve 
years older than I am.  I figure that makes us the about the same age."  She 
let her gaze drop to his crotch and was positive that he had the makings of a 
woody in his pants.  "He loves younger women...but don't worry, your wife is a 
little old for him."

    Frank was trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarak was.  His brain wasn't 
working too well or too fast.  A thought flashed through his mind.....Ogden, 
ten years ago.  He was twenty-eight.  Vicky just eighteen.  They were both 
products of Las Vegas.  Frank met her at a casino gig when he was working for 
his dad on the Strip.  She was there with her mother...Love at first sight.  
They were married before she graduated from high school.  Then the 
shortage...Frank was dealing and the kitty was short...Even his dad couldn't 
protect him.  Frank knew he'd been fucked over but there wasn't a fucking 
thing he could do about it.  His dad sent him away to Ogden to start over 
again - this time - real estate.  He did real well in Utah and moved back to 
town about three years ago.

    He couldn't get the picture out of his mind...The first time Vicky and he 
shared a young woman...It was Vicky's idea...Said the young thing had a real 
crush on him...The daughter of a friend of his dad's...God !  She was only 
sixteen and so nasty...The two of them couldn't get enough of her...And then 
their baby sitter...A virgin and nastier than the first one.  It had been a 
long time since they'd shared a young lady...He wondered ?

    "Still trying to figure out how old Mr. Tamarack is ?"  Carol broke into 
Frank's thoughts.  She handed him the joint and he took a big drag.

    "Jesus !  This shit is fucking crazy...You sure it's just weed ?"  Frank's 
cock felt thick in his slacks.  He was almost sure she was glancing at it 
every once and a while.  Carol was just nodding her head up and down with a 
big "shit eatin'" grin on her face.  Fifty flashed into his brain.  He blurted 
out, "Fifty...Your old man's fifty !"

    "Bingo, Frank."  She took the joint from him and took a deep drag.  He 
wondered how a fifty year old man could keep up with her.  Maybe, she didn't 
need it that much ?  Shit !  It was just after they moved back to 'Vegas that 
he got Vicky back into craving sex after the accident....But once started, she 
became a wild woman very quickly...Just like the old days.  His cock 
lengthened and thickened in his slacks.  Carol was openly staring at it.

    He flexed it a couple of times.  He damn near had a full hardon in his 
pants and this woman hadn't taken her eyes off of it for the last ten seconds.  
She looked up at him with that "shit eatin'" grin on her face.

    "Frank...You might split the crotch of your pants unless..."  Her hands 
were on his belt and then he felt his pants being dragged down his legs.  His 
jockey shorts came with them and his boner slapped up against his shirt.  the 
head of his penis sticking out of his uncircumcised cock, almost purple in 
color.  Carol was on her knees and her mouth was on his cock.  His hands came 
to her hair and then she was sucking him.  He knew he wouldn't last long.  
Jesus !  This woman could suck cock.  It had taken him about two years to 
teach Vicky to give head like this woman was.

    Oh !  God !  Here it came.  His cock shuddered a couple of times and then 
started spewing...Two, three, maybe four spurts of semen flooded Carol's 
mouth.  Carol almost gagged on the load filling her mouth and had to swallow 
three times before she was sure she could release his shrinking penis without 
spilling some of his semen on to her clothes.

    She looked up at him and said, "I love uncircumcised cocks...I hope we can 
get this baby up again.  You have made me one very horny lady."  Frank smiled 
down at her and then lifted her to her feet.  He worked on her jacket and 
blouse as she stripped off her skirt.  He could see the dark tangle of her 
pubic hair through her white panties and then she pulled his face to her 
breasts.  He eagerly sucked on her nipples and took small bites of her breast 
meat.  Carol's hands worked his shirt off and then they separated and got 
completely naked.  Frank's cock was already starting to get hard.

    "Oh !  Yea !  Frank...I want that cock...I want you to fuck my brains 
out...Oh !  God !  You've got a big cock...I love big cocks...Come on, Frank, 
give it to me."  Carol had stripped off her panties and jumped up on to 
Frank's desk.  She put her heels on the edge of his desk and spread her legs.  
Frank had never seen a woman with so much hair between her legs.  His cock was 
bouncing up and down in his crotch.  He was ready and Carol eagerly guided his 
pole to her hole.  She ran the head of his dick up and down her cunt lips and 
worked it into her wet slit.  Frank pushed hard and Carol started screaming.  
He bottomed out in her and then started fucking her like he hadn't fucked in 
years...Well, months at least.

    She was so hot and so wet.  He pounded her and she egged him on to fuck 
her faster and harder.  Frank could usually last a good long while after 
blowing his first load but found this woman's cunt was milking his cock like 
he'd never experienced before.  He was close so soon and tried to slow down 
but Carol would have none of that.  Her legs were wrapped around him, her cunt 
like quicksand, pulling him further and further into her warm depths.  He was 
there again...Felt his cock explode in her womb.  She got even slicker than 
she was, the grip on his cock lessening some what.  She was panting, sweat 
rolling down between her breast...And what breasts they were...As large as a 
large size orange and topped with areolae the circumference of a beer can - a 
very large berry sized nipple in the center of each and so dark.

    Frank was still fucking her slowly, his penis slowly shrinking in her.  
Every few moments, she'd arch up off the desk and drill herself on to his 
still half hard cock.  What a fuck she was !  He looked down between her legs 
and was able to see her slick, pink cunt lips slide back and forth on his 
cock.  He was still amazed at the jungle of hair between her legs.  She had 
more hair down there than he did and Frank was a pretty hairy guy.  He could 
see his semen glisten in their pubic hair.  He finally slipped out of her and 
stepped away from her.  Some of his jizzim was leaking out of her and wetting 
his desk top.

    "Frank...Your old lady is one lucky girl...She mind you sharing ?"  Carol 
was almost laughing.

    Frank didn't know what to say and then blurted out, "What are you doing 
for dinner ?"

    "Gettin' a lot more of that..."  Carol said as she torched up the joint 
and pointed to his dangling pecker. "...I hope ?"

    Frank laughed and then countered with, "I hope you left a something for my 
wife...She's gona be real pissed if you ate the whole thing."

    Carol started laughing and then asked if she could use the phone.  Frank 
just nodded as he took another hit off the roach.  Carol rolled over on his 
desk and picked up the phone.  Frank stared at her ass.  Oh !  Jesus Fucking 
Christ !  This cunt had an ass on her.  One of her legs came up as Carol 
reached for the phone.  He could see a jungle of hair between her ass cheeks, 
matted with his jizzim.  Vicky was going to love eating this thing.  He could 
hardly wait to get her home to his wife.  Shit !  He was starting to feel the 
urge again.  He wanted to fuck Carol while she ate Vicky.  God !  He wanted 
both of them...All sweaty...Eating and fucking and sucking !  Frank Malibu 
could feel a good night coming on.  He'd have to remember to thank the guy who 
recommended Carol Whitouski to him.  That fucker made a mistake, a big fucking 
mistake, not hiring her.

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

    The phone was ringing for the third time.  I was trying to decide whether 
to answer it or not.  I was real stoned and a fourteen or fifteen year old 
teenage girl was bouncing up and down on my cock.  She was panting, her mouth 
open, nostrils flared.  Her small cupcake size tits were giggling on her 
chest, covered with a light sheen of perspiration.  Her areolae were smaller 
than dimes, her nipples like tiny pencil erasures, all a light pink color.  
Her waist was so skinny, with a deep belly button, her ribs clearly visible 
with just a small thatch of blonde pubic hair at her crotch.  Her cunt lips 
were almost hairless.  I know...I had eaten her for almost an hour before we 
started fucking.

    It started when she told me that my "wife..."  Well, we weren't really 
married but Carol often told people we were.  I think she wants us to get 
married.  Anyway, Sharon is her name and she tells me, after we share about a 
bowl full of some of my great weed...

    "Aaah...Willy...Your wife told me you'd probably let me have some of your 
dope if I let you take some pictures.  Carol said you're an amateur 
photographer...And you're always looking for young girls to model for you.  
Was she bullshittin' me ?"

     I laughed and damn near lost a lung full of smoke.  "No...That's one 
thing Carol doesn't do."

    "What...Model for you or bullshit ?"  I laughed again and got to my feet.  
I took Sharon by the hand and led her to the bedroom.  The last time I saw my 
still camera was when we moved in but something told me it'd be all set up in 
the bedroom.  I was probably too stoned to notice it when I showered earlier.

    I asked Sharon to strip down to her bra and panties while I packed another 
bowl.  This young thing had a dynamite body.  Nice perky young breasts.  I 
could see her nipples harden as she stripped off her "T" shirt.  When she 
shucked off her jeans, I started to get hard.  I started snapping and only 
stopped when Sharon came over to take a hit off the bong.  I touched her 
shoulder and before I knew it we were kissing.  I wished we were up at the 
cabin and I had the VCR going but realized that things were well beyond me 
driving us up there.

    I left her bra on but quickly had her panties off and buried my face in 
her groin.  She smelled so fresh, so clean.  I licked her down covered labia 
at my leisure and soon had the young thing bouncing her ass up and down on the 
mattress.  I pushed her legs up and allowed my tongue to wander down to her 
puckered, hairless anus.  When I reamed my tongue into her asshole, she came 
for the first time.  Her cries were almost shrieks and really sounded like she 
was laughing but when I looked up at her face I found it a mask of lust and 
quickly went back to making her cum some more.

    My cock was almost hard in my shorts.  I was dying to bury it in her tight 
little pussy.  When I got to my feet, Sharon helped me off with my shorts and 
immediately gobbled up my half hard cock.  This young lady knew how to suck 
cock and soon had me thrusting my groin back and forth as her lips slid back 
and forth on my dick.  I threw my head back and had my first orgasm and I 
wasn't even all the way hard yet.  My body shook, my stomach tensed up and I 
could feel that warm feeling spread out through out my lower body.  I looked 
down at Sharon, who still had my half hard cock partially in her mouth.  She 
was just nibbling on the head.  The look on her face was priceless.  She knew 
I had just had an orgasm and couldn't figure out why I didn't fill her mouth 
with semen.

    Well...About a year ago...No, make that two years ago, I found out I had 
prostate cancer.  Oh !  I got it taken care of.  Had my prostate cut out and 
so far so good, the cancer hasn't come back.  I take a PSA test every three 
months or so to keep track of it.  Anyway, I still have orgasms but I just 
don't shoot anything anymore.  It's ok with me...Well, I do admit that I miss 
filling a tight little cunt with semen but hey !  There's not much I can do 
about it.

    I went to the bathroom and fished around in the medicine cabinet until I 
found the baggie of pink pills.  I call them "fuck" cause they give me a 
ragging hardon that lasts near an hour.  I fished around in the baggie and 
found a small part of one of the pills I'd cut into eighths several days ago.  
Down the hatch.  I swallowed a little water from the tap and wandered back 
into the bedroom.  Sharon was lying on the bed, hitting on the bong.  I 
crawled up with her and we shared the rest of the bong.  When I was hard we 
started fucking.  Oh !  She was an energetic little thing.....

    Sharon was still bouncing on top of me as I tried to reach the phone.  She 
was laughing.  I finally reached the phone, "...Aah...Yea..."

    "Willy...It's Carol."  She sounded breathless.  "I ran into a real big 
deal here and I don't think I'm going to make it for a while...You getting 
along with Sharon ?"

    "Yea...You could say that...Thanks, Carol.  Whenever you get here is ok 
with me...Hey !  Before I forget..."  I'd rolled Sharon off me and now she was 
sucking on my still hard cock.  I had a hard time concentrating, watching her 
blonde haired head bounce around in my crotch.  "...I was hoping you could 
come up to the cabin with me tomorrow...I've got a surprise for you."

    "Wild horses couldn't drag me away, lover..."

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

    Carol rolled back toward Frank after hanging up the phone.  Her breasts 
giggled as she hopped off his desk and started searching for her clothes.  
Frank had his jockey shorts on and was just staring at her.  God !  Did this 
woman have a dynamite body.  His cock twitched in his shorts.  He could fuck 
her again, right now; he knew he could.  But then he'd be wiped out and Vicky 
would be pissed.

    "Who's Sharon ?"  He asked.

    "Long story."  Carol was struggling some what to get her bra on.  Frank 
told her to turn around and snapped it for her.  He thought about bending her 
over and rubbing his cock against her ass but then decided against it.  He 
went about putting on his slacks as Carol searched for her panties.  Carol was 
in the restroom, freshening up, when Frank called Vicky (4Seasons).

    "Honey...It's Frank.  Miss me ?"

    "When you gona get home, Frank ?  I'd have thought you'd been her a couple 
of hours ago and sure, I miss you.  I always miss you.  You got a big deal 
goin' or something ?"

    "...Yea...Something like that..."

    Vicky interrupted with, "What's her name, Frank ?"

    "Carol and you're going to love her.  She is the best looking, well put 
together woman I've met in a long, long time.  She's dying to meet you and I 
thought I'd bring her over for dinner...Tonight...Ok with you ?"

    "Sure, lover.  She know she's going to have to share ?"

    Frank just laughed and told Vicky that they'd be home in about a half an 
hour.  Carol wandered out of the rest room and quickly got into the rest of 
her clothes.  Frank just watched but couldn't stop thinking about boning her 
again.  They left in Frank's caddie and arrived a little after eight.  All the 
lights were off as Frank brought Carol in through the garage.

    "Vicky's probably in the hot tub waiting for us.  You got any more of that 
weed, your husband grows ?"

    Carol just nodded as she fished around in her purse for another joint.  
She didn't know exactly what to expect but was speechless when she spied the 
woman floating in the twelve foot wide circular hot tub attached to their 
pool.  The woman looked exactly like a Las Vegas showgirl.  She had to be at 
least five foot eight, with thick blond hair, piled up on the top of her head.  
Carol's eyes were drawn to her breasts.  They were large pillows of flesh 
bursting out from her chest, topped with the smallest pink areolae and tiny 
nipples.  Jesus !  The woman made her look flat and Carol felt she had a nice 
rack.  These things were water melons and Carol immediately wondered if they 
were real.  The almost looked too good to be real but Carol couldn't see the 
scars if they were fake.

    The woman stood as they approached the hot tub and Carol couldn't take her 
eyes off of her.  Her thin waist accentuated her large breasts and the flare 
of her hips - a truly hour glass figure.  Her mons was shaved clean and Carol 
could see the crease of her sex as the water dripped and dribbled off of her 
body.  This lady's body was definitely a ten.  She didn't look anywhere near 
twenty-eight, maybe twenty three or four.

    Frank had the joint going and handed it to Vicky.  She stared Carol right 
in the eye as she pulled on the weed, then squeaked out, "Hi !  I'm Vicky.  
Hope you like to skinny dip ?"  She sounded like a little girl.  Willy would 
love her, even though she was a little old.

    Carol started laughing while Frank helped her off with her clothes.  The 
three of them sat in the hot tub and finished the joint.  Frank kept asking 
Vicky what she thought of the weed.  Vicky didn't say much but it was obvious 
she was real stoned.  Vicky kept staring at Carol's tits and smiling.  Carol's 
areolae and nipples were all crinkly and erect.  Carol wondered who was going 
to make the first move.

    She had just handed the joint to Frank and turned to look back at Vicky.  
She jumped, Vicky's face was just inches from hers.  Vicky whispered, "I don't 
think I've ever seen a woman with so much hair on her pussy."  Carol kissed 
her and then it started.  In no time, Carol found herself sitting on the 
decking with Vicky between her legs licking and sucking on her labia and 
clitoris.  This woman could eat pussy, maybe not in Willy's league but damn 
close.  Frank watched for a while, then got to his feet and fed about seven or 
eight inches of thick, uncircumcised cock to Carol.

    He wasn't quite hard yet and Carol loved the feeling of his spongy cock 
growing as her mouth worked on his shaft.  She was very disappointed when he 
drew away from her and moved to his wife's rear end.  Vicky climbed up on to 
her as Frank entered her and Carol started cuming as Frank fucked the shit out 
of his wife above her - their slippery bodies rubbing together as Frank 
stroked his dick in and out of his wife's behind.  Vicky's tongue was wild in 
her mouth.  She tasted like pussy and Carol frenched wildly with her.  She 
could feel the pebbles of the pool decking dig into her back and buttocks as 
Frank pounded his wife on top of her.  The pain and pleasure she felt was 
unique and ended abruptly as Vicky climbed over her and planted her shaved 
cunt right on Carol's face.

    Frank's cock lanced into her and now he was pounding her back and forth on 
the pool decking as she feasted on the cum filled pussy that was grinding into 
her face.  Again the pain and pleasure she felt was extreme even though she 
could feel Frank's cock start to shrink in her pussy.  It was almost like the 
woman was spitting small globs of her husband's spunk into her mouth.  Carol 
couldn't get enough and had her tongue buried in the blonde's shaved cunt, 
licking for all she was worth.

    Frank's cock had left her, no longer hard enough to remain in her cunt.  
She was almost suffocated by the warm, gooey meat sliding around over her 
mouth and then the woman came in one loud scream and rolled to the pool 
decking next to her.  Carol could hear the pool pump cycle and then heard the 
panting of the woman beside her.  She watched the woman's tits rise and fall 
on her chest and could now see the scars below her breasts, the incisions that 
allowed her breasts to be filled with silicon.  The pool pump quit and now the 
yard was silent.  Frank was no where to be seen.

    Carol sat up and looked for him.  Vicky looked over at her and smiled.  
"That was nice...real nice...Did you like the feel of the pool decking on your 
body ?"

    Carol just nodded.  The woman reached out and started running a hand 
through her bush.  Her fingers were in her cunt.  Carol was getting aroused 
again.  She reached for Vicky's cunt and the two of them mutually masturbated 
each other until they came, kissing and sucking on each other's face and 
breasts.  Vicky's breasts were almost unreal, big flesh covered silicon 
balloons with hardly any sag.  Carol bit her tits and nipples until the woman 
was almost screaming as she fucked three fingers in and out of her.  They 
finally rolled away from each other, sated for the moment.

    "Can you spend the night ?"  Vicky asked her.  "I haven't had this good a 
time in a long, long while."  Carol just nodded.  By the time Frank came back 
outside, the two of them were going 69 with the blonde on the bottom.  Carol 
had spread her ass cheeks apart and was reaming her anus which was surrounded 
by a surprisingly lush growth of dark curly hair - the only hair between 
Vicky's legs.  Vicky was fingering Carol's asshole while teasing her clitoris 
with her tongue and lips.  Carol was cuming about every three of four minutes 
and shivered with a very powerful orgasm when Frank forced his cock into her 
asshole.

    Her head came out of the blonde's crotch and she screamed, "Oh !  Shit ! 
Stick that big cock in my ass...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck !"

    And Frank did.  He'd been watching them while sitting in a lounge chair 
and only left it because he was sure the brunette was going to start cuming 
any second.  The soft meat in his hand was becoming harder by the second, 
imagining what it would feel like sliding in and out of the hole his wife was 
fingering.  It felt great, tight and like an inferno.  He fucked Carol faster, 
knowing that this would be the last time he'd get hard this evening.  He 
wanted to fuck this lady's brains out and by the way she was screaming and 
yelling, was sure he was close to getting the job done.

    Frank's orgasm blasted out of his cock like a cannon ball, coating Carol's 
insides.  Her asshole became a gooey mess and Frank fucked her faster only 
stopping when his spent pecker slipped out of her, no longer hard enough to be 
forced back in.  Carol was lying, spent, on top of his wife.  What a picture 
it was !  He was sure Vicky had cum, maybe a dozen times.  She loved fucking 
on the pool decking.  The combination of a warm, wet body on top of her and 
the pool decking below her always drove her to the most exquisite orgasms.  He 
was positive his lovely wife would want to see Carol again and again.

    The three of them were just goofing in the hot tub.  Carol had produced 
another joint and they were passing it around.  "Oh !  Shit !  I forgot all 
about Willy."  Carol laughed.  "Frank, can I borrow your phone ?"  He got up 
and wandered into the house.

                         ***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****

    I had no idea how many times the phone rang before I picked it up.  I was 
groggy and not thinking too clearly.  I saw Sharon's blonde head half covered 
by the blanket and decided to get out of bed to answer the phone.  My watch 
was on the night stand and it was 2330 hours.

    "Aah...Yea ??"  I answered.

    "Yo !  Willy...Carol...Did I wake you ?"

    "You could say that..."  My situation awareness was returning slowly.  
"...I take it you're not going to make it tonight ?"

    "Sorry...You disappointed ?"

    "Nah...Sharon and I had a pretty good time.  You gona be able to make it 
to the cabin by two or so tomorrow ?"

    "Leme ask...Hey !  Frank can I have tomorrow afternoon off ?  My husband 
needs a little help up at the cabin."   Frank mumbled something while nodding 
his head "yes."  "Yea...Willy...No sweat...You going to take Sharon home 
tonight ?"

    I looked over at the teenager sleeping in my bed and told Carol, 
"Nah...She's pretty wiped out.  I'll take her home tomorrow.  I'd like to talk 
to J.J. anyway.  See you at the cabin about two then...Ok ?  And bring a case 
of Bud with you...Ok ?"

    "Yea...Sounds great, Willy...Love you."

    "I love you too, Carol Whitouski.  See you tomorrow."  I hung up the phone 
and climbed back into bed.

    Frank was gone when Carol pushed the off button on the cordless phone.  
She laid it on the pool deck and looked over at Vicky.  The woman had a 
strange look on her face - part disbelief and part quizzical.  Carol waited 
for her to talk.  She definitely wanted to make a date with the two of them to 
meet Willy but figured tomorrow was too soon.  Willy sounded like he had 
something planned tomorrow and Carol felt it best if she talked with him about 
Frank and Vicky before she brought them over.

    Carol looked around for Frank.  He was no where in sight.  Vicky answered 
her unasked question.  "Frank went to bed.  You can use the guest room if you 
want but our bed's big enough for three."  Vicky giggled.  She was still 
stoned and continued talking.  "Was that your old man ?"

    Carol just nodded her head.  "He know...You're...He doesn't mind you 
spending the night ?"  Carol just shook her head up and down and then from 
side to side.

    "Wow !  I'm not sure Frank could handle that..."

    Carol interrupted her with, "...Willy's pretty cool and would really love 
to meet you and Frank.  We like to have fun...like to find new people to have 
fun with.  We're pretty new in town and...Well !  Still looking around for 
people to hang out with..."  Carol let the sentence dangle and couldn't 
believe that this young lady, sitting across from her in the hot tub, wasn't 
getting it from half a dozen guys while Frank was off running his business.

    Vicky asked her who Sharon was and Carol told her about Willy's affinity 
for young women.  Vicky showed little surprise but laughed like crazy when 
Carol told her Willy was fifty.  Vicky shared their experiences with young 
ladies and Carol was sure that she could talk Frank into getting it on with a 
"Sharon" or two and that would leave lovely Vicky all alone with Willy.  Carol 
smiled at her.

    I was up early as usual and back from my morning run before Sharon even 
moved.  She wandered out into the kitchen with just her "T" shirt on and I 
considered taking her back to bed.  Better not...Want to save myself for this 
afternoon.  She showered.  I fixed some breakfast burritos and after we ate, I 
drove her to where J.J. was staying.  It was way out on the West side of town 
and the traffic was horrible.  Las Vegas was just growing too fast.  I just 
couldn't believe the changes since I left town almost two years ago.

    I had given Sharon a good size baggie of weed and told her that it was for 
her only - she didn't have to share it with J.J. or any of the others if she 
didn't want to.  She looked at me like I was stoned...I guess I didn't 
understand !?

    J.J was dressed the same way, he was, the last time I saw him.  In fact, I 
had never seen him with a shirt on.  He always wore some baggy jeans and was 
shirtless, probably to show off his tattoos.  Sharon wandered into the back of 
the house and J.J. and I sat in the front room.  He was visibly happy to see 
me and kept going on and on about how happy Gee Gee (WT-T#11B) would be to see 
me.

    "...No shit !  Willy...That's all she talks about...Mr. Willy and his 
magic weed."

    "Well...J.J., I was thinking that maybe you and Gee Gee...And Sharon could 
come out to the cabin...Maybe...Tomorrow afternoon.  Carol will be there and 
well...We could have a little barbecue and get real loaded and watch the 
lights of 'Vegas..."  Shit, you couldn't see anything from the cabin except 
the glow of the lights but I figured we'd all be so fucked up that it wouldn't 
matter.  J.J. was thinking about it.  Saturday night was a busy night in his 
business and I figured he was weighing the pros and cons.

    Just then Gee Gee rushed into the room, from the back of the house.  She 
had a bong in one hand and jumped right on my lap.  After a big slobbery kiss 
she started babbling.  "Oh !  Mr. Willy...This shit is so mother fucking bad."  
I took a hit off the pipe and looked at my watch.  I knew if I stuck around 
here and got stoned...I'd stay and probably attempt to fuck every young thing 
in the house...I'm sure there were plenty.

    J.J. told Gee Gee about my invitation and she immediately told me, "of 
course we'll come."  After a couple of more hits off the bong, I made excuses 
and left.  Having a seventeen or eighteen year old young lady sitting on your 
lap, dressed in just a man's shirt - unbuttoned - mind you, is not conducive 
to getting much done - other than getting your rocks off.

                         ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****

    I grabbed a couple of burritos at a Taco Bell before I left town and 
headed for the cabin.  I had the munchies.  Upon arriving at the cabin, I 
found it empty.  I was a little worried but saw plenty of tools lying around 
and figured the guys had gone to get a bite to eat.  I really liked Jerry and 
Steve.  They had done some good work for me...And although I could pay them 
more money for their effort, figured they'd like this better.

    I checked on the farm.  The plants were about eight inches high and 
thriving like crazy.  I was stoked.  I wrote Carol a note and put it on the 
pillow, grabbed a couple of joints from the freezer and sat down to wait for 
Jerry and Steve.  I didn't have to wait long and walked out on to the deck as 
they drove up.  I had been paying them in cash...Some of the cash from the 
drug bust thing a ways back.  They were stoked and I'm sure they weren't going 
to report it to the IRS.  Shit !  Who would !?

    When they reached the deck, I greeted them with, "Well, looks like you're 
just about done...And on a Friday too !  I really want to thank you both for 
the super job.  I left the envelopes in the usual place, on the bar...I've got 
an appointment this afternoon and won't be here when you leave.  My wife, 
Carol, is coming up about two with some beer...So have a couple on us before 
you leave."

    They both looked happy with the arrangements and I wandered into the 
bedroom as they finished up.  While they were down at the truck, loading some 
of their shit, I slipped into the closet and settled down to wait.

    Carol was late and was really pushing it.  She spent most of the morning 
at the Malibu's, gabbing with Vicky.  Frank had left early for work...Well, 
not early, like Willy, but early for a realtor.  Vicky drove her down to the 
office so she could pick up her car and now she was trying to make it up to 
the cabin by two.  She wondered what Willy had in mind ?  And why was she 
supposed to bring a case of beer ?  Willy hardly drank anymore.  Maybe a 
margarita every once and a while.

    She parked next to the truck and looked up at the two young guys watching 
her from the deck.  Nice looking young men...Maybe...She wondered where Willy 
was ?  Carol got out of the car and walked up the stairs to the deck.

    "Hi !  I'm Carol Whit...I mean Tamarack."  She held out her hand and Steve 
stepped forward and shook it.

    "I'm Steve and this is Jerry.  We've been helping your husband fix up the 
cabin.  Willy said he had some errands to run this afternoon and wouldn't be 
back 'till late."

    Carol smiled at the two of them and thought, "Yea !  I bet he won't be 
home 'till late...After I...Oh !  Such a nasty thought."  Carol walked by them 
and then called out over her shoulder.  "There's a case of beer in the Camery, 
could one of you bring it up and put it in the refrigerator ?"  Jerry, the 
younger of the two, hustled down the stairs as Carol headed for the bedroom.

    She immediately found the note on the pillow.

              To the love of my life,
              Hope you didn't drink all the beer on the way up
              here.  Ha !  Ha !  I'm sure Steve and Jerry will
              be real thirsty when you arrive. Have a great time.
              I'll be keeping an eye on you. I love you !
                        Willy

    She looked into the mirror on the wall.  Willy hadn't really kept her 
abreast of all the modifications he'd made at the cabin.  Oh !  She knew about 
the weed room and they'd talked about building a closet with a mirror...In 
fact, it was her idea...She was pretty sure he was behind it, watching...But 
just pretty sure...Not positive.

    She kept staring at the mirror on the wall, next to the king size bed, as 
she stripped off her clothes.  "Like what you see, Mr. Tamarack ?"  She smiled 
into the mirror and slipped on her bikini.  Well, the bikini top anyway, her 
snatch was to bushy to wear bikini bottoms.  She slipped on some shorts and 
wandered out to the kitchen.

    Jerry was on his knees, putting can after can into the refrigerator.  
Carol asked him for a beer and when he turned to hand her one, froze.  Carol 
had her eyes glued to his face.  It was turning crimson as the young guy tried 
to get a peek at her tits but not appear to be looking at her tits.  Steve 
walked in from the deck and wanted a beer, too.  The three of the sipped on 
their beers and Carol almost laughed watching them try not to stare at her 
tits.

    She walked to the refrigerator and pulled a baggie out of the freezer.  It 
was full of Willy's hand rolled joints - rolled in green marijuana leaves with 
lots of patience and spit.  She took out a couple of joints and torched one.  
She passed it to Steve, who took a healthy hit off the joint.  Jerry followed 
suite and after about three hits a piece, they were mother fucking stoned out 
of their minds.

    "Aaah...You guys want to hit the hot tub ?"  Carol asked.

    Jerry, the high school kid, blurted out, "Aaah...We didn't bring our 
swimming suits."  Steve started laughing.  Carol joined him and then stripped 
off her top.  Steve stopped laughing.

    "We don't use swim suits up here, Jerry."  The kitchen was silent as Carol 
pulled off her shorts.  Steve immediately started to unbutton his jeans.  
Jerry was looking from Carol to Steve and when the two of them were naked, 
started to take off his "T" shirt.

    The young men were ogling her body.  Carol was getting excited and openly 
stared at their cocks.  Neither was that hung but it was going to be a lot of 
fun, especially if Willy was watching and she was sure he would be.  The three 
of them frolicked in the hot tub for about thirty minutes, drinking some beers 
and smoking more dope.  Neither of them got any where near hard but there was 
a lot of touching going on under the water between her and Steve.  Carol was 
hot to trot and finally stood in the tub and asked if they wanted to go to the 
bedroom ?

    Jerry blurted out, "Aaah...What are we going to do there ?"  He was stoned 
as shit, just staring at her bush.  Steve started laughing.

    He stopped when Carol stated matter of factly, "Jerry, I'm horny and it's 
not often a middle-age woman gets to share two young studs."  The water was 
dripping off her breasts.  Her nipples were erect and then she was holding out 
her hands for them to take.

    Jerry had a semi as soon as he got out of the tub.  Steve's was just 
starting to fill with blood.  By the time they got to the bedroom both of them 
had ragging hardons.  The three some was still dripping water but nobody 
seemed to care.  Carol sat on the edge of the bed and motioned them forward.

                               CHAPTER FIFTEEN

    I was half asleep in the closet, figuring things had got out of hand in 
the front room or maybe in the hot tub.  I'd smoked one of the joints and 
realized the closet needed some ventilation.  I'd work on that this weekend.

    When Carol entered the bedroom bare ass naked, I started to get a hardon.  
She looked utterly fantastic and I pushed record on the VCR.  I focused the 
camera right on her.  Her breasts, high up on her chest - about the size of 
softballs, topped with the largest, dark brown areolae I'd ever seen on 
breasts her size.  Her nipples were like grapes in the center of each areola.  
Her breasts giggled a little as she walked toward the bed.  There was water 
still dripping off of her.  Her stomach was flat except for the deep 
indentation of her belly button.

    Just below her belly button, her bush began.  It was more a diamond shape, 
not anything like the typical triangle.  Oh !  The hair wasn't as thick up 
near her belly button but it was discernible.  It started fanning out toward 
her crotch and was then framed by her thighs.  Between her thighs it was very 
thick - a jungle of dark curly hair.  I was fully hard.

    I panned out and took in the two young men who accompanied her to the 
bedroom.  Both of them were hard as rock and I was somewhat pissed as neither 
of them were anything to write home about.  About my size; the young kid, 
Jerry being a little longer than his boss, Steve.  I knew that if I had 
planned on partying with them, they'd both be hung like horses.

    Carol was sitting on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab both of 
their cocks.  Steve seemed to know what was going to happen but Jerry was 
clueless.  She stroked them both and then leaned forward and captured about 
three inches of Jerry's cock with her mouth.  He threw his head back and 
screamed out, "Oh !  Jesus...I'm...I'm...Cuming !"  I laughed but was damn 
near having an orgasm myself.

    Carol handled his load with ease and licked her lips as she pulled Steve 
by the pecker.  He taxied right up and had his hands in her hair as she 
started sucking on his cock.  She licked it, sucked it, nibbled on his shaft, 
licked under the head of his cock and finally plunged her mouth down on him 
and damn near swallowed him whole.  He started to shake and then loosened a 
load into her mouth that she was not quite able to swallow.  I could see some 
of his semen leak out of the corner of her mouth.  I wanted to start clapping.

    Carol was back sucking on Jerry's penis and in just a short time he was 
hard again.  She wiggled back onto the bed and spread her legs.  "Come on, 
Jerry, fuck me !"  He was like a sprinter out of the blocks, up on the bed and 
buried in her in less than a second.  He pumped like crazy.  I focused in on 
his cock pounding in and out of the tangles of hair between her legs.  He 
didn't last long and then I captured his semen leaking out of Carol's hairy 
bush.  I could see some of his load dribbling down the crack of her ass on to 
the sheet.

    Jerry rolled away and Steve climbed up on the bed.  He wasn't quite hard 
enough and was stroking his cock.  Carol got up on her elbows and Steve moved 
in close.  Carol gobbled up his entire cock and Steve threw his head back and 
groaned real loud.  In less that a minute he was hard and between her legs 
fucking her brains out.  She had her legs up around his waist and I focused in 
on her cunt again.  His cock was pistoning in and out of her like crazy and 
when he loosened his load into her, I got another great shot of gobs and gobs 
of his cum leaking out of her.  There were going to be plenty of pecker tracks 
on the sheets tonight.

    Steve rolled off Carol and she got up on her elbows again.  I could tell 
she hadn't cum yet.  She was covered with sweat.  It glistened in the 
afternoon light.  Jerry was climbing on to the bed and had a descent hardon in 
his hand.  Carol scrambled to her knees and as Jerry entered her, she gobbled 
up Steve's cum soaked cock.  Her head bobbed in Steve's lap as Jerry fucked 
her like a run away train.  I focused in on her ass as Jerry pounded his cock 
in and out of her.  Between the cheeks of her ass was covered with globs and 
globs of cum.  Her dark thatch of hair was matted with semen, her skin 
glistened with cum.

    Suddenly her head jerked out of Steve's crotch, leaving a half hard cock 
bobbing around.  She screamed, "Yea !  Oh !  Yea !  Fuck...Me...Jerry...Fuck !  
Fuck !  Fuck !  Aaaaghhhh....Fuck !  Harder...Fucker !  I'm cummming !  
Cumming !  Fuck !"  That Carol was cuming, was an understatement.  No shit !  
Cuming...like crazy.  Jerry was still pounding her like an old fashion train.  
She was bucking back against him and then he filled her with spunk.  I could 
see it running out of her, down her thighs.  He finally fell away from her and 
she blew them both away with, "Come on, Steve.  I need more cock."  Her head 
went down on him again, her mouth sliding up and down his half hard penis.  He 
was thrusting his ass up off the mattress and in about five minutes was ready 
to fuck her.

    Carol stayed on her knees and he moved to her rear.  He spread her butt 
cheeks apart and filled her with one thrust.  It was a great shot and I zoomed 
in to capture it.  Her ass was covered with semen, her dark pubic hair soaked 
in cum, her cunt lips visible in the tangle of hair, a coral color.  He was 
fucking her like crazy and Carol was damn near cuming non-stop.  Yelling and 
screaming like a wild woman.

    Jerry was sitting at the head of the bed, stroking his cock like there was 
no tomorrow.  I panned out and got some footage of the three of them, Steve 
fucking the shit out of Carol, her head buried in her arms, ass stuck up in 
the air with Jerry in the background, stroking his cock.  Steve was going to 
last a long time, after all it was his third go around.  I could hear his 
stomach slap against Carol's ass and thighs - slap...slap...slap.  She was 
moaning and groaning into the mattress.

    Jerry yelled, "Hurry up !  Steve !"  I started laughing.  The young kid 
was up on his knees right next to Steve, stroking a descent size hardon.  
Steve didn't look like he was anywhere near close when suddenly he started 
jerking around, real funny like.

    His head was thrown back as if he was looking at he ceiling and then he 
was yelling, "Oh...Ooooh...Ooooh...Fuck !  Here I cummmmmm !"  Now he was bent 
over Carol's back just thrusting in and out of her like crazy.  Carol stared 
cuming again and as Steve fell away from her I got a great shot of his slimy, 
soft pecker slide out of her cunt.

    Jerry damn near pulled Steve away from Carol's butt and catapulted himself 
into her womb.  I don't think I've ever seen anyone fuck so fast.  He was a 
blur, well his cock was.  He didn't last long and soon joined Steve, gasping 
for air like they had just run marathons.  In a way they probably had.  Carol 
slid to the mattress.  Between the cheeks of her butt was covered with enough 
semen to populate a small country.  She wiggled her butt around on the 
mattress, more for my benefit, I'm sure.  Both of the guys, she was with, were 
wiped out.

    About twenty minutes later, the two of them left.  They couldn't stop 
thanking Carol for the great time.  She got up on one elbow and told them, 
"I'm the one who should be thanking you two.  We need to do this another 
time...Real soon."

    Jerry kept saying over and over again, "Yea !  Yea !  That sounds great !"  
Steve just winked at her as they left the bedroom.  I gave them a couple of 
minutes, watching Carol lying there on the bed.  She was still on her stomach.  
Looked like she needed a little more loving, to me.  Guess it was time for - 
Willy Tamarack to the rescue !

    I was out of the closet and listening to Steve and Jerry gabbing as they 
got in the truck.  Jerry couldn't stop talking.  Steve was mostly laughing.  I 
was naked as a jay bird.  I'd taken one of the pink pills, I'd cut up a couple 
of weeks ago and my cock was like set cement.  It bobbed in front of me when I 
walked.  I made sure the two of the had left the parking area and then 
wandered to the bedroom.

    As I entered the bedroom, I yelled as loud as I could.  "Anyone in here 
want to fuck ?"  Carol looked over her shoulder at me and then struggled to 
her knees.  I could see the mess, the two of them left, covering the cheeks of 
her ass.  She reached back and spread her butt apart.  I took this as a "yes" 
and scrambled on to the bed.  I was in her and it was like fucking a warm bowl 
of jello.  My hips were a blur as I pumped my cock in and out of her well used 
cunt.

    She looked up at me and asked, "You gona be hard for a long time, Willy ?"

    "At least an hour, honey."

    "Then do my ass for a while...I need it in my ass, lover."

    I felt like superman when I plunged into her anus.  It was so tight and 
almost virgin like.  My cock popped right in and off I went, just fucking her 
to beat the band.  I might not have lasted an hour but forty-five minutes at 
least.

    We were floating around in the hot tub, sharing a joint.  Carol could 
hardly move.  I had to help her into the tub.  She was laughing like crazy but 
then so was I.

    "Aaah...Willy...You gona tell me about the pills ?"  Now where'd she get 
that idea ?
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