Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Operation
Part: 12 of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (M+Ff oral voy)
Language: English

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

                        The Travels of Willy Tamarack

                                The Operation
                               (M+Ff oral voy)

                               by Frederick T.

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

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ??  The last 
time we saw Willy he was partying with a group of teeny boppers in Las Vegas.  
Then he found out the DEA was after him.....Well, lets join him.

    I drove at a very conservative speed and didn't arrive at my parents until 
well after midnight.  I hope the kids are ok !  Shit !  Who am I to say 
anything ?  I hardly knew them.  I felt a little uneasy but...Shit !  Hot 
little cunts, they were.  I was kind of pissed I couldn't stay with them for a 
couple of more days.  Fuck !  I'd probably end up in the slammer.

    .....Special Agent of the D.E.A., Wayne Montana got the call right away.  
It was the manager of that place out in Henderson - Willy Tamarack's place.  
As soon as he got off the phone, he phoned Newport Beach and had the parent's 
place watched.  With luck he might have some good news tomorrow.....

    I parked up by Hughes and walked to my parent's place.  Jesus, it was only 
a quarter mile or so.  I first noticed the car because it wasn't parked very 
close to the curb.  I stopped walking and moved into a green belt.  I went to 
my stomach very slowly and just watched.  There were definitely two guys in 
the car and they were watching my parent's place.  I watched for an hour and 
never saw them take their eyes off my parent's condo.  I split.  Shit !  They 
might even be bugging the phones.  What the fuck am I going to do now ?  I 
headed down to the beach cities to get lost and do a little thinking.

    .....Shit !  Every time Wayne thought he was close, the fucker disappears.  
He had to drop the surveillance on the parent's house after three days.  He 
knew the guy had to be ready to light somewhere...Jesus !  He been on the road 
for damn near six months now.  He'd get him.....

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

    I'd just come back from smoking a joint.  I was real high.  When the 
police officer told me to freeze and put my hands up on the van; I knew I was 
in big trouble.  The cop asked me for some identification.  I told the officer 
that my wallet was in my back pocket.  The cop took out the wallet and stepped 
away from the van.

    "Call in the van for wants and warrants also the name, William Buffalo 
Tamarack."  My mom was part American Indian, her great grandmother married 
Buffalo Williams who was a full blooded Sioux.  My parents included it at the 
last minute, as a joke.  I kind of liked it but hardly anybody knew my middle 
name.

    "Is that William Buffalo Tamarack ?"  A woman's voice answered from the 
police vehicle.

    The officer behind me yelled back, "Yea !  You want me to spell it ?"

    A few seconds later, I heard the female voice say, real softly, "No 
wants/No warrants, Jay."  The cop told me to stay where I was, he was going to 
frisk me.  I froze as the cop's expert hands searched for weapons.  I hoped 
the guy didn't think a roach clip was a weapon.  As the cop frisked me, he 
proceeded to give me the business about living in the van.  I promised to find 
a camp ground.  The cop turned and headed back to the police vehicle and told 
the woman to finish the paper work.

    When I turned, I tried to hide the surprise in my face but couldn't.  Erin 
O'Connel stood before me in well tailored woman's business clothes.  A skirt, 
a white blouse and jacket that matched the skirt.  She was wearing pumps.  She 
had a clip board in her hand and turned it so I could sign my name.

    She whispered, "Now, what trouble is William Buffalo Tamarack in.  You 
were always the best behaved boy.  My mother always told me that you were 
really such a nice boy, but her dumb daughter didn't want to go out with a 
nice boy.  Anyway, Willy, you're in a heap deep pile of shit today.  Need some 
help ?"

    "Real deep, huh !?"  I replied.

    "DEA deep !"

    "The real DEA, huh, not some make believe guys trying to fuck me over ?  
You sure ?"

    "A little paranoid, uh ?  You ought to put down the peace pipe for a 
couple of weeks.  Yes, I'm sure and it's the real DEA.  Now, do you want my 
help or not ?"

    "Ah...Yea, I could use a little help.  I take it by the way you're dressed 
that you're not a cop."

    "Ah..."  She exaggerated the "Ah..."  "Yes, Mister Tamarack, you're right.  
I'm a lawyer for the D.A. and often ride around with the police to check on 
their deportment, the way they handle suspects, etc., etc..."

    "You coming, Erin ?"  The cop back at the vehicle was getting impatient.

    "Yea, Jay...coming," then to me.  "Think your stoned mind can remember a 
girl's address."  I just nodded and she lifted up the form I was signing.  I 
damn near knew where it was, well, kind of.

    I watched as she walked away.  As soon as they left, I climbed into the 
van and motored out to the PCH.  Erin O'Connel...What the fuck are the 
chances.  I hadn't seen her since I left the old neighborhood and moved to the 
South Bay, over thirty years ago.  I remembered she was the first girl I made 
out with.  Shit !  We didn't even french with each other.  We shared puppy 
love for a couple of months, maybe a Summer.  Then she met an older guy from 
another neighborhood.  He was two years older than we were and she became 
exclusively his.  I seemed to remember that I took her to her junior prom 
because he had broken up with her.  Eventually they got back together and 
married shortly thereafter.

    Erin was a tiny blond, not more than five-two - if that.  I knew she 
wasn't a natural blond because I'd seen her naked once.  I had fantasized 
about that chance glance for a long time afterward.  It never failed to give 
me a ragging hardon that I usually had to take care of immediately.  Tonight 
was no exception.  I stroked himself as I thought back to all those years 
ago.....

    I was spending the night at her place after moving to the beach.  I was 
sixteen and it was the first Summer I was driving.  Erin was still going with 
her future husband and I was there because I had given her brother a ride home 
from the beach.  Her mother felt it was too late for me to drive home, so I 
spent the night.

    I was up early the next morning.  All the kids slept up in this big loft 
thing.  Her brother had his own room and bed but it wasn't big enough for two.  
I was sleeping in her older sister's bed.  She had rented a place at the beach 
with some other girls.  Her sister was eighteen, just graduated from high 
school.  She was a knock out - blond hair, although I don't think she was 
natural either, and big tits - fucking, huge tits.  I had quite a lot of 
fantasies about those babies, too.

    Anyway, I'm pulling on my pants, trying to keep my eyes averted from the 
other end of the loft.  Erin and her younger sister, she was ten or eleven, I 
can't remember, were sleeping at the other end.  I sneak a peak and find that 
Erin has thrown the covers off of her and is sleeping with just a "T" shirt 
on.  The "T" shirt is up around her waist and I can view her pussy without 
restriction.  She had a lot of hair down there.  I've seen her plenty of times 
in a bathing suit and never seen it wiggling out.  Now her sister is a 
different story.  I know she has a lot of hair down there.

    Erin tossed in her sleep and ended up on her back with an arm thrown over 
her head.  Her left breast was totally bare.  I was shocked at how large and 
dark her areolae is...Her nipple, too, almost as large as a thimble.  I 
started to get hard and considered whether to stroke myself a bit.  Decided 
against it and.....

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

    "Aaaaaagh....Yea, Willy....Oooooh !  Oooooh !  Faster, honey.  Your dick 
feels soooo goooood.  Ooooooh !  Jesus, I'm cuming again."  Erin finally came 
to rest on top of me.  She was sopping wet and dripped sweat all over me.  I 
could feel it trickle down my sides.  I had my hands on her ass, rubbing her 
cheeks together, still thrusting up into her every few moments.  I had cum 
about two seconds before she had.  I could feel our wetness leak out of her 
and run down my balls.  It wasn't the first time she had cum.  She came about 
a dozen times while I was eating her in the front seat.  But that was earlier, 
much earlier.....

    We were parked in a parking lot at the beach.  She told me that no one 
would bother us here.  As soon as we parked she asked me to tell her about 
February 28 of this year.  I started and it was a little more than an hour 
before I finished.  I started with the death of my family and brought her 
right up to the present.  I included everything: the cancer, all the pussy, 
the parties, the videos, the young girls and the dope, especially the dope.

    She listened, interrupting only a few times to clarify something.  She 
thought for a few minutes and then said, "I need to sleep on this but the 
first thing you need to do is get rid of the van.  I know a guy who can make 
it disappear and he owes me."  We spent the next hour talking about her family 
and career.  Her husband had divorced her for being a little "indiscreet," she 
said.  I didn't ask for clarification.  They had two sons.  One their own and 
a boy they adopted.  She still saw the adopted son every now and then.  He was 
twenty-four and living down in Laguna Beach.  Her husband and other son moved 
to Montana a couple of years back.  I didn't ask why.

    "I have a confession to make..."  She started.  "You remember that night 
you spent at my parents place ?  Oh !  Shit...must have been '64 ?"  I started 
laughing thinking back a few hours ago.  If she hadn't had pulled in the 
driveway when she did, I would have blown my load for the millionth time 
thinking of that morning.  "What are you laughing at, asshole ?"  I couldn't 
stop laughing.  She started hitting my shoulder and then I kissed her.  It was 
a long kiss and finally our mouths opened.  Our tongues went wild, fencing 
with each other.  She was biting my lips, I was biting hers.

    She finally pushed me away.  "God !  You're a good kisser."  I started to 
pull her back but she kept me away.  "What were you laughing at ?"  I told her 
and even included all the times I had masturbated while thinking about what 
she looked like that morning.

    She got a funny look in her eye and then said, "I knew you were watching 
and rolled over so that you could see it all.  I was pissed that the "T" shirt 
didn't come all the way up so you could see both of my tits."

    "Aaahh..."

    "Want to go to my place ?"  Erin asked.

    "Don't think I can wait that long."  I laughed and started the van.

    She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I've masturbated a lot, thinking 
about you looking at me back then."

    I turned off the motor and pushed her down on the front seat.  I was half 
on top of her with my hand sliding up the inside of her left thigh.  She 
wasn't wearing any panties and my fingers wandered through her pubic hair.  It 
was coarse and curly.  No, not curly...kinky.  There was a lot of it, just how 
I imagined it years ago.  Her hand was on my cock and it was as hard as rock.

    "I took my panty hose off on the way home.  They got too wet."  I started 
laughing.  She kissed me.  She wanted to get in the back.  I told her to 
switch places.  We played a lot of grab ass as she climbed over me.  My hand 
found it's way to her cunt again and she sat on it.  I finally maneuvered her 
into the corner and knelt on the floor.  She lifted her hips as I pushed her 
skirt up around her waist.  I saw the scar.  It was long and ugly against her 
smooth tummy, right up through her belly button.

    "I was too small and they had to cut him out.  I can't have anymore 
children so we adopted."  As if it was any of my business.  I buried my head 
in her crotch and began to eat her.  She was very vocal, urging me to lick and 
suck her favorite places.  My mouth was full of her pubic hair, well, two or 
three anyway, when I finished.  She came a lot of times, begging me to get in 
the back.  When she started to beg me to fuck her, I quit eating her and 
climbed over the front seat.  I was struggling with my jeans when she joined 
me.  The skirt was gone, so was the jacket.  My cock was just barely hard.  I 
had eaten her for over an hour.

    She crawled right up on top of me and then started to lick my chest.  By 
the time she reached my belly button, I was hard as stone.  She asked if I 
wanted her to blow me.  I pulled her on top of me and grabbed her ass with 
both hands.  Her hand went to my cock and then I was in her.  Oh !  Was she 
tight.  Almost as tight as the young things I had been with recently.  She 
wiggled around on top of me until I was buried in her.  Then she started 
moving on me.  I started unbuttoning her blouse, the bra followed.  Her tits 
were just a hand full but topped with the most delicious looking areolae and 
nipples I'd seen in quite a while.  Large and dark with lots of goose bumps on 
them, the nipples gnarly looking knobs that begged to be sucked and suck them, 
I did.  I finally pulled her down and then proceeded to fuck myself in and out 
of her until we both came.

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

    It was getting light when we woke.  We showered at her place.  She told me 
I had a bigger dick than her husband and we fucked again in her king size bed.  
As hot as she was, I was sure that she had plenty of boy friends.  I was 
afraid to ask but dying to know.  She finally forced me out of the house and I 
wandered the South Bay looking for this guy who was going to take care of my 
van.  Then I remembered the stuff under the bed.  Shit !  Shit !  I couldn't 
get rid of the van yet.  I called Erin and explained the problem.

    She told me to see the guy anyway.  I had to get rid of the van.  She 
couldn't hope to construct a story in one morning and the van was hot - the 
plates reported stolen.  If I got stopped again...Well !  I could figure out 
the rest.

    I found the place and talked to the guy.  We hit it off pretty well after 
the guy asked me when I was in 'Nam.  We shot the shit a bit about the war and 
I noticed several young ladies working in his place which was kind of a gun 
shop.  Lots of guns and ammo and these young ladies hanging around.  They were 
either Filipino, or Thai, or Vietnamese.  There were four of them.  The guy 
told me that he had already talked with Erin but couldn't set it up until 
tomorrow morning.  I could park the van there for the night and tomorrow the 
guy would follow me to the place I needed to be, then take me to Erin's.  I 
told him I had some shit to take care of, so the guy gave me the directions.  
He told me to be there at six.  I saw a G.I. shovel hanging from the wall and 
asked how much it was ?

    I was half way to Pendleton.  It was early afternoon and I was on the 405, 
heading South.  Passing through Newport Beach, the young Vietnamese girl, from 
the gun shop, popped up out of the back and scared the shit out of me.  I 
pulled over to the side of the freeway as she climbed into the front seat.  
After some haggling, she finally comes out with this story about how the gun 
shop guy owns her, as payment for getting her out of Viet Nam.  It was obvious 
that she was of mixed breeding and I'd had read stories about how they were 
treated in their native country.

    But her age didn't match the war and I was suspicious.  I shouldn't have 
bought the shovel.  I should have gone to a Kmart or something.  Now what was 
I going to do with her ?  She was dynamite looking, real long black hair, 
maybe a mixture of black and Vietnamese.  Tiny little body, her tits hardly 
making bumps in her "T" shirt.  I motored down the freeway and told her to, 
"get back in the back of the van and don't make a sound."  We got through the 
gate to Pendleton without a hitch.

    It was late afternoon and I wasn't quite sure how to get where I wanted to 
go.  I'd never been there, going through the base.  I wandered about the base 
until I finally broke down asked one of the many marines walking about.  It 
surprised me, the guy knew exactly where I was talking about and gave 
excellent directions.

    A half hour later, I was parked on the hard sand of a deserted beach 
watching a two or three foot swell breaking.  It was almost exactly how I 
remembered it.  I told Pai, that was her name, I was going surfing.  I 
stripped on the side of the van and got into the wet suit.  I spent an hour 
surfing and when I got back to the van, my suspicions were confirmed.  Pai had 
found my stash.  I'd been keeping about ten or so joints in a baggie under a 
corner of the mattress.  I hoped she hadn't looked under the bed.  That's 
where I kept the growing equipment and the money from the drug bust and lots 
of other shit.

    She was eager to get stoned with me and as soon as we were pleasantly 
high, asked me what I needed the shovel for.  I told her I was going to bury 
her alive.  She laughed and we shared another joint.  She finally begged off 
as I torched up a third joint.  I forced a few drags on her but she was wiped 
out.  I wasn't much better off so I headed for the ocean and a brief swim.  It 
was pitch black on the beach.  I wasn't much better when I struggled back to 
the van but Pai was sleeping.

    I got the shovel and started walking.  I went up to where I remembered the 
hole in the fence from so long ago.  When I was fifteen or so a friend of mine 
and I heard about this place down at Pendleton - everyone called it S.O. Ten.  
Ten miles south of the San Onofry sign outside San Clemente.  We got his mom 
to drive us down there and spent the day surfing our brains out while she 
shopped in San Diego.

    I found the trail, picked a sandy spot next to a fence post and started 
digging.  It took me about three hours to get it finished.  I then spent the 
next two hauling all the growing equipment up to the hole.  I finished it up 
with the money after taking out twenty grand for expenses.  That left me just 
a little over a hundred thousand.  Next came the computer and VCR camera, then 
the digital still camera and finally the porno flicks.  I carefully wrapped 
all the stuff in large garbage bags that I bought at the BX.  Pai slept 
through the whole thing.  I thought about how to get rid of her.  She was 
sleeping on her side when I noticed what a cute little butt she had.  I got 
naked.  I was still sweating from all the work I had done.

    I ran down and washed off in the ocean.  When I got back she was on her 
back and I reached down and undid her jeans.  It took me a while but I finally 
got her pants off, panties and all.  She had a hairy little bush.  I started 
getting a hardon while I pulled the blouse off over her head.  She made a 
couple of sounds and her eyes opened for a second or two but when I laid her 
down, naked, she rolled over and went back to sleep.

    I crawled up beside her and placed my cock right on the crack of her cute 
little ass.  I slipped an arm around her and began to pinch the tiny nipples 
of her small breasts.  She started to make more noise and I started to grind 
my hardon up and down her the crack of her ass.  I was licking her neck and 
had a hand in her bush when she became conscious of what was happening.  She 
rolled over and kissed me.  She didn't stop until she had my cock in her mouth 
and I didn't stop her, either.  She gave excellent head, sucking almost my 
entire cock into her mouth and used a lot of tongue.

    I wrestled her into 69 and ate her sweet, tasty cunt.  She was very wet 
and her pubic hair was very long with just a little curl in it and black as 
the night.  I was starting to feel the urge to cum and pulled her off of my 
cock.  I wanted to fuck her and knew just how I wanted to do it.  I pulled her 
out of the van and had her stand in the doorway while I eased my cock into her 
from behind.  I told her to grab the pillow and bend over.  I then grabbed her 
by the hips and pulled her onto my cock.  She didn't make a sound and then I 
was fucking the shit out of her.  I didn't last long and filled her with a big 
load of warm cum.

    When I got soft and slipped out of her, I turned her and had her sit on 
the mattress.  I then fed her my cum soaked cock and she licked it clean.  I 
was starting to get hard when she told me she had to pee.  I pointed over at 
some bushes.  She walked toward them with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips.

    "Maybe next time, honey."  I jumped in the van and was out of there in 
under a minute.  I could see her in the side mirror running, naked, after the 
van.  I dressed as I drove and was half way to Newport Beach when I tossed her 
clothes out of the van.  I arrived at the address right on time.  The guy was 
waiting and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Hey !  Pai run away with 
you ?  That cunt is always going after more cock.  She can't get enough of 
mine, has to service almost every guy that comes in the store."  I told him I 
hadn't seen her.

    The van was crushed in one of those things, like I saw in Goldfinger - 
maybe a hundred years ago.  I was sorry to lose the frame, I built, but 
figured I'd build another one for the new van I was going to buy.  The guy 
dropped me off a couple of blocks from Erin's.  I told him, I wanted to walk.

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

    Erin got home about eight.  It was dark and I was getting nervous.  She 
wanted to know how things went so I told her, leaving out the part about 
screwing Pai.

    "I figured you couldn't trust that son of a bitch.  She get anything ?"

    Then I told her the whole story.  Erin came up to me, real close, and 
whispered, "I hope she didn't tire you out, old man !"

    "Not by a long shot.  I've been saving it for an old woman I know."  We 
spent the next two hours fucking and sucking.  I was wiped out.  Erin wanted 
more.  I kind of got it up but it kept falling out of her as we tried to 
couple.  We laughed about it and ended up going 69.  I blew a weak load in her 
mouth after what seemed like hours of oral sex but then it may have been the 
dope as by then we were real stoned.

    About midnight, after an hours nap, or so; she told me her plan.  "What 
we're going to do, Willy, is make you a super secret undercover agent for the 
L.A. Police."  I started laughing and couldn't stop, even as she pounded on my 
chest with her fists.  She thought it was a great idea.  I was dubious.  She 
got up and showed me the letter she sent to the DEA.

    After the usual to whom it may concern shit and some headers I didn't 
understand, the letter went on to say that William Buffalo Tamarack was on a 
deep cover assignment for the L.A.P.D.'s Drug Task Force.  He's been on the 
run for over six months, trying to stay alive.  Information that Mr. Tamarack 
has secured will be shared as per bla-de-bla, bla-de-bla.  If detained, 
Assistant District Attorney, Erin O'Connel is to be contacted immediately.  It 
was signed by the Chief of the L.A.P.D.

    For the first time I though this might just work.  Erin went on to tell me 
that she contacted my parents, who are worried as hell about where the fuck 
I've been.  She made me promise to call them the next morning.  "Your mother 
has all kinds of appointments for you to go to for this prostate cancer.  
And...You are going to go.  If I have to take you myself."  I guess that ended 
that.  I got real depressed after Erin left for work the next morning but did 
call my parents and chatted with them for over an hour.

    The next several days were filled with appointment after appointment.  I 
had my prostate examined by just about everyone in the Los Angeles basin and 
had another bone scan and a MRI.  During all this, my depression deepened as I 
realized that maybe I was real sick and had just been putting off the 
inevitable with my childish travels all over the world.  Each night I would 
end up back at Erin's.  She would cook dinner for us and I would discuss my 
options with her.  I was terribly frightened I would never get another hardon; 
which ever procedure I chose.  I had a hard time getting it up when we went to 
bed so most of the sex we had was oral.  Not that Erin minded, she seemed to 
cum about every ten minutes.

    I made my decision while sitting on the rocks, watching a good size swell 
roll through Redondo Breakwater.  The place was crowded as shit though and I 
had no intention of going out and fighting for waves.  For the last several 
days, I had been driving Erin to work and then going from doctor to doctor.  
They all professed that their procedure was the best for me.

    The radiation guy was very insistent that "they" could pinpoint the cancer 
and take it out with the least possible collateral damage.  He was very vague 
about how "they" pinpointed the cancer though and I thought back to all the 
bombing I'd done in Viet Nam.  One thing I'd always remember; "you can't hit 
what you can't see !"  Plus when people started talking about "they," it 
always bothered me.  I wasn't convinced the radiation guy knew what he was 
talking about.

    The seed guy was a real enthusiastic doctor and almost had me agreeing 
with him until he started talking about the stats.  Seeds was the next least 
invasive procedure after radiation.  In a way it was radiation but they stuck 
little seeds of radioactive material up through your perineum, right into the 
prostate, right into the tumor.  The stats though only went back seven years 
or so and I figured that all these guys could start croaking at eight years. 
So I ruled out seeds.

    The surgical guy was an older gentleman and took a lot of time talking 
with me about all the procedures.  He felt that a prostatectomy was the best 
route for me because of my age.  And if we were lucky and the cancer was 
confined to the capsule; you cut it out and it's gone.  He told me that there 
may still be some microscopic cancer in my body but I was a healthy young man 
and the hope was that my immune system would defeat the microscopic cancer 
that may still be in my body.

    I got up from the breakwater and found a phone.  I talked to the nurse who 
scheduled the surgery and told her I was ready.  Really I was anxious to get 
on with a radical retropubic prostatectomy.  Throughout all my consultations, 
I was almost afraid to bring up the sex aspect of the procedures.  The 
doctors, on the other hand, were eager to remind me of the collateral damage.  
Once again, the surgery guy was the most confident that I would have bladder 
control and erectile function after the RRP, assuming the cancer had not 
spread.

    I arrived at Erin's late.  I'd called her and my parents with my decision.  
Erin told me to go surfing and said the she'd get a ride home from work.  I 
rode shoulder high waves at P.V. Cove for rest of the afternoon and it was 
dark as I walked up the cliff from the surf.  I was going to have the 
operation next Monday morning so I only had a couple of days of freedom left.  
Two in fact as today was shot.  I still had on my wet suit when I walked into 
Erin's front room.  She was standing in the hall way with just the top to a 
baby doll night gown on.  Her blond head a beacon for me.  The baby doll was 
black and I could just see the outline of her areolae through it.  It hung 
down just below her belly button and her black bush was bare for me to stare 
at.

    I put the surfboard in the corner of the front room and walked to her.  
She pulled the wet suit off of me and started to separate the pubic hair from 
my rapidly expanding cock.  She was licking my chest, telling me that she 
loved the taste of the ocean and me together.  I had a hand in her bush and 
was in the process of sliding a finger into her wet cunt when the doorbell 
rang.

    "I'll get rid of whoever it is.  Go get the shower going."

    I waited in the shower for several minutes.  When Erin didn't arrive I 
dried off and headed down the hall.  I was somewhat pissed as I had been 
getting a real good hardon when the doorbell rang.  I stopped in the hallway 
and watched as Jay, the cop she was with the night they busted me, ate her 
brains out.  Erin was sitting on the couch.  He had her legs spread and was on 
his knees in his uniform with his head buried in her bush.

    "Stop...Jay...Not now, honey."  He mumbled something from between her legs 
as she tried to force him out of her crotch.

    "Jesus, Erin, you're wetter than shit down here."  He exclaimed when he 
came up for a breather.  "Come on, baby.  Just a quickie for Jay before I go 
back out on patrol and keep the city streets safe for a luscious lady like 
you."  He laughed and buried his head back between her spread legs.

    Erin looked up and caught me staring at her.  She had a confused look on 
her face, part annoyance and part lust.  I was as hard as rock.  My cock 
sticking straight up against my belly.  Erin glanced down at it and then back 
to my face.  I nodded my head to her and reached down and stroked my hardon.  
The annoyance left her face and her hands went to Jay's crew cut.

    "Come on, Jay...honey.  Fuck me.  I'm hot for your cock.  Get it out and 
fuck me, stud."  She was staring at me as she said it and there was no doubt 
in my military mind that this show was for me.  Jay was up out of her crotch 
and pulling his trousers down.  He had a well muscled ass with lots of dark 
hair on it.  I figured he was no more than thirty and would get his rocks off 
quickly.  I was eager for seconds and had to keep my hand away from my cock or 
I'd blow my load all over the hall floor.

    "Ooooh !  God !  You've got such a big cock, honey.  Come on...Fuck 
me...Fuck me !"  Jay was wasting no time, ramming his cock in and out of Erin.  
Her breathing was ragged and loud.  I could also hear him as he grunted and 
groaned while he fucked the shit out of her.  Her legs were up in the air, 
twitching about when he increased the speed of his fucking and filled her with 
semen.  He slowly came to rest on top of her.  They didn't talk much after he 
got to his feet.  He wiped his cock with his handkerchief and then zipped up 
his pants.  He thanked her for the quickie and then let himself out.

    I slowly walked out into the front room.  She started to get up.  "Please, 
stay where you are for a second, Erin."  The top to the baby doll night gown 
was up around her breasts; she lowered it and brought her knees together as if 
embarrassed that I was seeing her with so little on.  I continued.  "I assume 
that Jay and you have had relations before."

    She nodded her head.  "Are you mad ?"

    "Have you ever had a different man right after you've had your first 
lover, Erin ?"

    It was almost a whisper, "No."

    I smiled and said, "No...I'm not mad.  Spread your legs, Erin.  I want to 
see your pussy."  Her dark curls were matted with his spunk and I could see 
that her cunt lips were swollen.  My cock was throbbing.  I flexed it a couple 
of times and a smile broke out on her face.  "Play with yourself, Erin.  This 
isn't going to last long but I promise it won't be the last time tonight, 
either."

    She spread her legs wider, reached down and spread her cunt lips apart.  A 
dribble of Jay's semen rolled out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass.  
"I won't need to do that, Willy.  I damn near came with you watching me and he 
only lasted a few minutes.  Come on, Willy.  Fuck me...Right now !"

    I was down on my knees and in her in less than a second.  She was loose, 
not sloppy loose like some of the other women I'd fucked right after they'd 
been fucked by someone else...Just comfortable.  Her cunt was on fire and 
sopping wet.  I started pumping my cock in and out of her and she started 
screaming out her orgasm which triggered mine.  I was flooding her cunt with 
more semen.  She became incredibly wet as I kept pumping gobs of cum into her.  
I could feel my pubic hair become drenched with semen - both Jay's and mine.  
I kept fucking her until I slipped out of her, no longer hard enough to get 
back in.

    I was resting on top of her.  Erin's legs had slid down my thighs and she 
had her feet resting on the back of my calves.  She giggled.  I raised myself 
and looked down at her.  She started laughing.  I started laughing.  I got up 
and helped her to her feet and we headed for the shower.

    In the shower, she told me that she once had two different lovers in the 
same evening but that she had them about three hours apart.  She wanted to 
know if that counted.  I burst out laughing and told her "no," then teased her 
about her cuming so quickly.  She countered that she had never been watched 
while she was fucking somebody...Well, her husband had caught her once but 
that didn't count - he didn't watch.  We were both laughing like crazy and it 
didn't stop until we were back in the bedroom and both of us buried our faces 
in each other's crotch.  Erin O'Connel got her brains fucked out by William 
Buffalo Tamarack that evening and was late to work the next morning as he 
fucked her again while she was trying to get dressed for work.

    As she walked to the door she asked me if I had ever been with two women 
at the same time.  I just laughed and nodded my head as I pulled on my wet 
suit.  I drove Erin to work and spent the rest of the day surfing head high 
swells at P.V. Cove.  It was crowded but I was amazed at the number of people 
who just spent their time paddling around, never taking off.  I picked up Erin 
after work and we fooled around in the shower before she started fixing 
dinner.  My last day of freedom was tomorrow.  Saturday morning I had to start 
purging my bowels - bowel prep, as they called it.  I wasn't looking forward 
to it.

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

    That evening, while Erin made goulash, I called Carol Whitouski in 
Colorado.  A man answered the phone.  Carol was on in a just a few seconds and 
tremendously excited to hear from me.  She then proceeded to rip me a new one 
for not keeping in touch.  I took the tongue lashing like a man, wishing it 
was another kind of tongue lashing.  I wished that Carol was here now and 
fantasized about having both Carol and Erin together.  God !  Would that be 
great.  I was kind of sure that Erin had never made it with another woman.  I 
remembered past times when Carol and I had initiated other women into the 
sensuousness of a ménage.  I remembered the young girl in Mexico, I seemed to 
remember her name was Lisa.  Then Monica, well Monica had done it before but 
never like Carol and I did her and finally Terry.

    Just the thought of those times depressed me.  I might never be able to 
enjoy those pleasures again.  Being limp while watching two eager lovers get 
it on depressed the hell out of me.  I finally broke into Carol's monologue 
about where had I been for the last year and how she even got Gary "Wildman" 
Cahill to check out my place, with; "Carol, I've got cancer."  Carol was 
silent for several minutes.  I was sure I heard her crying.  She was full of 
questions once she started talking and I spent over an hour on the phone with 
her explaining everything - everything except the fact that I may never get 
another hardon in my life.  I couldn't bring myself to explain it all.  She 
told me she could be there by Saturday but I told her I preferred she stay 
where she was.  I promised to call her as soon as I got my shit together after 
the operation.

    I finally told her I had to go and Carol, tearfully said, "I love you, 
Willy Tamarack.  Maybe you can recuperate in Mexico...huh ?  What do you say ?  
I could be your nurse."

    I laughed, "I love you, too, Carol Whitouski.  I promise...I'll call you 
right after I get my shit together."

    "That was kind of heavy."  Erin remarked as I dialed another number.

    The phone was ringing.  "That call is going to cost a mint.  Make sure you 
let me know how much it is.  I want to pay..."

    Connie's husband, Rich answered the phone.  "Hello."

    "This is Willy Tamarack.  How you doing, Rich ?  Still playing games like 
you did in high school ?"

    All I heard was silence.  "Hey !  Rich, buddy...Before I talk with Connie 
I want to have a few words with you.  You really had me going there for a 
while, you know.  I was working this undercover sting for the L.A.P.D. last 
year when you slipped me that mickey and let me tell you, the chief was real 
pissed off I had to waste time running around, protecting my cover from you.  
Rich, you still there ?"

    I heard an "Aah..." come over the line.

    "The way I figure it, Rich, you and I are even.  You fucked Connie and I 
around way back when and then I evened up the game up a couple of years ago.  
Pay back's a bitch, buddy.  Now, we're really not even if you count all that 
shit you got me into last Fall but I've got better things to do now than fuck 
around with you.  One last thing and this is the most important.  Then you can 
put Connie on the line.  After tonight I will never attempt to talk to or see 
Connie again but if you ever fuck with any of my friends again...ever !  I 
will see to it that you end up so deep in the shit that you'll spend the rest 
of your life trying to un-fuck it.  Now, how about putting your wife on the 
line."

    I heard him put down the phone.  It was several minutes before Connie came 
on the line.  I was sure that Rich was telling her everything I had just said.

    "Willy...Oh !  Shit, Willy.  Where are you ?  I've been looking all 
over..."

    "Cut the shit, Connie.  Hey !  I'm sorry about the way things turned out.  
We had some great times though and I'm sure that you had nothing to do with 
setting me up but at the time I could have used a little help...but maybe it 
was too late for you to help.  Anyway, please remind your husband that I'm 
fucking "A" serious.  He fucks with anyone I know...both of your lives become 
a living hell until the day I die...No !  Shit !  Now that's not the reason I 
called...I've got cancer, Connie.  Going to get it fixed on Monday and 
hopefully, I'll be as good as new, back surfing and fucking around in a couple 
of weeks.  Thought you'd like to hear it from me instead of through the grape 
vine."

    She was crying and I had a hard time not tearing up myself.  She tried to 
start a conversation several times but couldn't get the words out of her 
mouth.  Erin was signaling that dinner was ready.  I told her I had to go and 
maybe if the gods smiled upon us, we might run into each other in another 
life.

    "Willy..."  It was almost a whisper.  "You really still surfing ?"

    I wasn't sure where this was leading but answered, "Yea, just about 
everyday.  Getting pretty fucking good, too...For an old fuck with cancer."  I 
laughed at my attempt at humor.

    "I thought of you today.  I sat at the Bay and watched as some guys went 
out.  It was the biggest I've seen it in years.  I just wondered..."

    Launada Bay...Biggest in years ??

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

    I said good-by and hung up the phone.  "Hey !  How does a guy get fed 
around here ?"  Erin took a swing at my butt as I moved to sit at the table.  
Later, we fucked like rabbits.  She got me up three times and then a forth 
time just before I got out of bed to slip on my wet suit and head out the 
door.  Erin was pulling on some jeans and a blouse when she told me she was 
going with me.  It was 0530 and I wanted to surf Launada Bay.  I'd surfed it 
before but never when it was big.  I was kind of afraid that my board wouldn't 
perform well - it was nowhere near a big wave board, although I thought it had 
descent speed, it was built more for maneuver.  Well, I'd make up my mind 
after watching the Bay for a bit.

    We drove in silence.  Erin told me she was skipping work today.  Her boss 
said it was ok after she explained the circumstances.  I reached over and 
squeezed her thigh.  "Plus, I'm bettin' you're real horny when we get home and 
I've got a surprise for you.  I'm fixin' my mom's macaroni and cheese.  I know 
how much you like it."  What her mom's macaroni and cheese had to do with 
being horny I never figured out.

    It was still dark when we arrived.  I took the board off the racks on the 
roof of Erin's car and walked to the edge of the cliff.  There were a couple 
of other guys around, watching too.  I squatted with my board on my thighs.  
Erin squatted behind me.

    "Sounds big, Willy."  She whispered into my ear.  I just nodded, trying to 
burn my eye sight through the darkness out to the point, where the Dominator 
ran a ground when I was a young boy.  The sky was just starting to lighten.  I 
could see the large shore break through the mist and haze that covered the 
coast line of Southern California.

    "Light enough to paddle out.  See you in a while, Erin."  She wrapped her 
arms around me from behind and gave me a big hug.

    I got to the beginning of the trail and found a large guy, in his 
mid-twenties, blocking the way.  The guy was dressed in jeans with a wet suit 
on underneath.

    I said, "Excuse me."  The guy just glared at me.  I tried to get past him 
but the guy kept stepping in the way.

    I stepped back and said in a very authoritative voice.  "If you're not 
going down...How about getting out of the way."

    The guy just stood there.  "Can't surf here if you don't live here, man."

    "Son...I was surfing here before you were born.  Why don't you get your 
board, go out and share a few waves with me.  I'm sure I won't get in your 
way.  I'm a fifty year old man who's got cancer.  Monday, I'm going to have a 
life threatening operation to try to get rid of the cancer.  So please don't 
stop me from going surfing on one of my last days of freedom."  I didn't wait 
for a reply, just pushed my board out in front of him and eased by the young 
guy.

    The cliff was steeper than I remembered but I did remember the big drop 
off and even remembered the way past it without getting all fucked up sliding 
down it on my butt.  I spent a lot of time waxing up and watching the cadence 
of the ocean.  The sky was real light now and I could see the mountains of 
white water out by the point.  The white water would disappear as it 
approached the shore and then the swell would gather itself again and throw 
itself over in a shore break that I figured was at least head high maybe even 
bigger.  The resulting white water would bubble and froth for twenty or thirty 
yards before it ran up the rock beach and lapped at my feet.

    I took the board under my arm and walked to the edge of the surf.  I saw 
two younger guys paddling out beyond the shore break on the way to the point.  
They were both looking at me; I waved.  One of them waved back.  I was in up 
to my knees still holding the board under my arm.  The next shore break raised 
the water to my waist and I put the board out in front of me and pushed off.  
I felt stiff and uncoordinated as I paddled to crest the next shore break.  
Shit !  I wasn't going to make it.  I rolled under the wave and was bounced 
around like a ping pong ball, both my arms and legs wrapped around the board.  
The board was ripped from my arms and I clenched my legs together to hold on 
to it.

    The frothy mess finally let me escape from it's clutches after what seemed 
like an eternity.  So much for keeping my hair dry.  I was up on the board and 
stroking for all I was worth.  I knew I couldn't take another pounding like I 
just took and it made me scratch harder.  I just made the next shore break and 
as I crested the swell popped up to my knees.  I was really digging now and it 
was a few minutes before I checked my progress.  Out on the horizon I saw a 
huge mountain of water lifting up and throwing itself over.  A jolt of 
adrenaline and fear shot through me.  I was past the shore break and in no 
danger of being swamped again but eventually I'd have to get very close to one 
of those monsters.  I didn't intend to walk up the trail until I had caught a 
wave.

    I'd been in the line-up for over an hour.  I was cold, just paddling a bit 
now and then to keep my place.  There were six of us.  Three more had showed 
up after I arrived.  Nobody, yet, had taken off.  One guy had tried but didn't 
get into the wave.  I paddled over closer to the group.  They were talking in 
soft voices.  One of them started paddling out farther.  One of his buddies 
turned to me and said, "He always knows when a set is coming."  He wheeled his 
board around and followed his friend.

    I looked to the North to where the Dominator lay for over thirty years.  I 
could see a swell rising up on the sides of her bow.  I turned and scratched 
for the horizon.  "That's how he knew."  I thought and a big smile broke out 
on my face as I saw the first swell build up about fifty yards in front of me.  
The first guy to paddle was turning and on his belly, paddling like crazy.  
The swell rose and turned into a wave.  I could see froth coming off the lip 
just to right of where the guy was paddling.  The guy stopped paddling and 
stood.  I crested the wave just as he slid by about five yards to my right.

    I looked back out to sea and saw the second guy paddling like crazy trying 
to catch the second wave of the set.  He wasn't going to make it - too far 
out.  I rotated the nose of my board so that it pointed toward the shore.  I 
started paddling one arm at a time - every other stroke, looking back at the 
wave that was chasing me.  As it rose up behind me, I started digging both 
hands into the water at the same time.  After four deep strokes, I felt the 
momentum of the wave propel me faster than I could paddle.  I jumped to my 
feet and nearly fell off the board.

    I was heading straight down the face of the wave.  The board, slapping a 
bit against the surface of the wave.  The ride felt choppy.  I was going 
faster than I had ever gone on a surfboard.  I was scared shitless, staring at 
the nose of the board bouncing up and down on the face of the wave.  I 
instinctively shuffled forward about four inches and the ride smoothed out.  
When the ride smoothed out, events slowed down and I felt like I was out on 
the bombing range on a good day.  A day when the piper would move slowly 
across the ground and pause on the target giving my thumb time to mash the 
pickle button.  I didn't have many of those days.  I remembered one in Vietnam 
- - - killing a tank at An Loc.  Took me two bombs and the tank was on it's side 
burning like a torch.

    I was still descending down the face of the wave but no longer felt like I 
was moving as fast.  I looked up to my left, behind me and saw the lip start 
coming over.  A very small amount of spray came off the top of the wave when 
it threw over but not much.  I looked out to my right and saw the swell wall 
up.  When I got to the bottom, I zoomed way out in front of the wave, then 
leaned to my right.  A large rooster tail sprayed out behind me.  I could feel 
the "g's" increase and bent my knees a bit.  I was now rising up the wall at a 
good clip.  The board stalled a bit as it lost speed and I shuffled forward.  
The board planned out and I was being shot across the face of the wave.

    I was way out on the shoulder before I realized it.  I shuffled back as my 
speed decreased and planted my right foot on the tail of my board.  A little 
pressure and I was sending a rooster tail out the right side of the board as 
the rail and skeg bit into the soft shoulder of the wave.  I was now heading 
back into the power of the wave.  I didn't have to look far to see the wave 
rushing to catch up with me.  Another section of wave was about to fold over 
on itself.  I watched it come over for a second and then put most of my weight 
on the right rail.  This time the "g's" drove me to a crouch.  I was at the 
very bottom of the wave, coming out of the turn and as soon as the face of the 
wave lifted me, I shuffled forward and stood, fully erect, with my arms at my 
sides and looked up at the section that was coming down in front of me.  I put 
my arm in the face of the wave as I raced by the section, trying to slow 
myself a bit.  Wanting my position in space to last a little longer.

    The wave started to wall up in front of me and I was sure that I couldn't 
make it to the next shoulder.  I shuffled back a bit and steered myself over 
the top of the wave.  My momentum shot me over the wave and I lost my board.  
As I swam the twenty feet to the board, I watched the wave, I just rode, hump 
up and turn into shore break.  Then I was stroking for the horizon.

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

    I stayed out for another two hours.  I caught two more waves.  One even 
bigger than the first one but I didn't feel that I did as well on it.  Time 
never slowed down and I felt I was dueling the wave instead of riding it.  I 
was half way up the trail when I looked up at the cliff side.  There was a 
considerable number of people lining the cliff.  I even saw a couple of 
cameras with their "elephant gun like" telephoto lenses.  Jesus, wouldn't it 
be great if one of them caught my first wave, right when I had my hand in the 
face.

    Erin met me at the top of the path.  I'd fallen on the way up and had some 
mud on my knee and shin.  "Just like Greg, Willy.  Maybe even better.  Come on 
lets get you cleaned up and rested.  You've got a big night ahead of you."  I 
looked back out at the point.  There were eleven out now but it was close to 
ten and the sun was breaking through the overcast.  I looked at the crowd 
lining the cliff side.  Maybe close to hundred and three cameras.  Close to 
one of the cameras, one person separated themselves from the line of people 
along the cliff and waved.  I held up my hand and spread my fingers.  Peace !  
It was Connie.  I followed Erin to the car.

    I felt groggy.  It was dark.  For a moment I couldn't remember where I 
was.  I finally got out of bed and went into Erin's bathroom.  She had left 
the light on.  I vaguely remembered showering with her and playing a little 
grab ass in the shower.  We were both stoned and giggling like school kids.  
We jumped into the rack but Erin said we had to sleep.  She wanted to save me 
for tonight.  I slept like a baby.

    I came back into the bedroom and found my watch, four-thirty and it was 
dark already.  Well, this was SoCal in mid-December.  I smelled dope as I 
walked down the hall and heard voices coming from the kitchen.  I was 
surprised and disappointed that Erin's sisters were in the kitchen with her.  
Her older sister, Kathy O'Connel was sitting at the breakfast table.  Her 
younger sister, Katie O'Connel was stirring something at the stove.  Erin was 
taking a big hit off the joint.

    "Shit !  You should have seen it today.  At least fifteen, maybe eighteen 
feet.  I've never seen such big waves.  You wouldn't believe it was the same 
skinny kid we knew when we grew up.  He caught the biggest wave while I 
was..."

    She was passing the joint to Kathy when she noticed me standing in the 
doorway to the kitchen; rushed across the room to throw her arms around my 
neck.  I gave her a big hug and we walked arm in arm into the kitchen.

    "You remember Kathy and Katie don't you ?"

    Kathy held out the joint and whispered, "Hi !  Willy," as she exhaled.  I 
took the reefer and hit on it.  I passed it to Katie as I looked over her 
shoulder at the stuff she was stirring.  It looked like refried beans to me.

    I squeaked out, "Hi !  Kathy.  How you doing, Katie ?  I...Aahh...thought 
we were having your mom's macaroni and cheese ?"  Kathy came over to take the 
joint out of Katie's hand as she held it up, still holding the smoke in her 
lungs.  She put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a strong squeeze.

    I heard the blender go on and saw Erin filling a salt rimed glass with 
ice.  She poured a blended margarita over the ice.  She walked over to me and 
held out the glass.  I took it and drank a bit.  The joint made it's way back 
to me after Erin hit on it.  Kathy's hand was still on my shoulder and Erin 
put a hand on my chest.

    "We had a change of plans, Willy."  She laughed and so did Kathy and 
Katie.  Katie was leaning back against the kitchen counter, wearing jeans and 
a white sweater that buttoned up the front.  She had real short dark hair and 
didn't look anywhere near the forty-four or forty-five, I knew her to be.  
Kathy, on the other hand, looked every bit the fifty-one, I knew she was.  She 
was wearing a knee length dress that buttoned down the front.  She was the 
same size as Erin but her breasts made her look shorter.  They were fucking 
huge and I had to concentrate not to ogle them.  Katie was the tallest of the 
three and looked almost skinny compared to her sisters.

    "Kathy, you want to tell him while I get the envelopes ?"  Erin called 
back over her shoulder as she left the room.

    "Oh !  I think Willy's smart enough to figure it out on his own."  Kathy 
said and gave a big exaggerated wink to Katie.

    Katie took the joint from me and said, "I'm not to sure he'll figure it 
out on his own.  He looks pretty wiped out."  She then took a big rip off the 
joint and passed it to her sister.  Erin entered the kitchen with three white 
envelopes in her hand.  I took a sip of the margarita as she shuffled them 
around between her hands.

    She held them out toward Kathy, "You're first, big sister."  Kathy picked 
an envelope.  Erin held the remaining two out to Katie.  She picked the right 
one.  Erin opened the remaining one and peeked inside.  She looked up at me 
and smiled, "Not me."

    I was really confused and fucked up.  Katie walked up to me and opened the 
envelope so that I could view the contents.  The envelope contained a single 
sheet of paper with the word - "Appetizer" - on it.  The microwave oven bell 
went off.  All three of the girls were laughing.  I took another hit and sat 
down.  Kathy was now leaning back against the kitchen counter with her breasts 
thrust out, daring me to ogle them.  I couldn't take my eyes off of them.  
"Figure it out yet, Willy ?"  She asked.

    "Aaah..."  Is all I got out of my mouth.  Katie came over and filled it 
with a wedge of cheese crisp.

    She sat on my lap and whispered into my ear, "Want to go in the other room 
for your appetizer ?"  She didn't wait for an answer but rose, took me by the 
hand and led me to the kitchen doorway.  I looked back at Erin and Kathy in 
the kitchen.  They were both waving.  About half way down the hall the light 
bulb flashed on in my head.  By the time I reached Erin's bedroom I was 
starting to get hard.  Erin was making a present of herself and her sisters to 
me on my last night of freedom.

    Katie turned toward me, slowly unbuttoning the white sweater she was 
wearing.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  I reached out to help but she shook her 
head.  When she had the sweater all the way unbuttoned, she put her hands on 
my shoulders.  I could see the swell of her breasts where the sweater parted.  
Her breasts appeared to be as big as Erin's but they looked smaller on her, 
maybe because of her height.

    She was hardly whispering, "I'm sure you remember that morning..."  I got 
harder.  "You know, after you left...Erin fingered herself for about a half an 
hour.  Jesus !  She must have cum a dozen times, probably more.  Shit !  I 
hardly had any pubic hair...didn't have a clue what she was doing but later 
that afternoon I was back in bed playing with myself.  I've hardly stopped 
since.  If I don't have a boy friend, I'll usually do it once, sometimes twice 
a day."

    I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the crook of her neck.  
I nibbled a bit and then ran my tongue up to her ear, "I want to watch you 
play with yourself, Katie."  My cock was painful in my jeans.

    She stepped back and asked me, "Really !?"  I nodded my head and pulled my 
"T" shirt off.  Katie took a step backward and fiddled with the front of her 
jeans.  I started taking off my pants.  I wasn't wearing any underwear and my 
boner sprang out of my crotch, pointing right at her.

    "My boyfriend would freak out if he was here..."  Her jeans were down 
around her ankles and she shook them free.

    "Leave the sweater and panties on, Katie."  I was stroking myself and she 
was staring at my cock.  She dropped a hand to her crotch.  I could see the 
dark triangle of her pubic hair through her white panties.  She was tracing 
her cunt lips with a single finger - up and down.  Her eyes were wide open 
staring at my hardon.  She slipped a finger inside the leg band of her panties 
and was really working it up and down her slit.

    "Time for my appetizer, Katie."  I dropped to my knees and crawled to 
where she was sitting on the edge of the bed.  I grabbed her wrist and pulled 
her hand out of her panties.  I pulled it to my face and smelled her.  I 
licked her fingers.  One of them was coated with her cunt butter.  I sucked it 
into my mouth.

    I slowly pulled her panties down her legs.  She kept her legs together as 
I smelled them and licked the crotch.  "Spread your legs, Katie."  My cock was 
like lead, hard and heavy at the same time.  Her bush was trimmed short like 
the hair on her head, really shorter.  Her dark bush was nowhere near a bush 
at all but rather like a well mowed lawn.  All her pubic hair was of uniform 
length, about a quarter to a third of and inch and real dark like Erin's.

    I pushed her back on the bed and lowered my face to her crotch.  Her pubic 
hair scratched my cheeks and lips as my tongue worked it's way to her slit.  
She was wet and salty tasting.  I licked up and down her slit, working my 
tongue in between the lips of her cunt.  She was moaning softly.  I licked up 
and down her slit more urgently.  Her hips started to force her cunt up 
against my face.  I pushed her legs back further and spread her labia majora 
with my fingers.  It was all pink now and I licked her at my leisure.  Her 
clitoris was a small bud of very sensitive flesh.  Every time I sucked it into 
my mouth, she came - attempting to close her legs around my head and neck.  My 
hands kept them firmly spread.

    I pushed her thighs back further onto her chest and then let my tongue 
wander down to her puckered anus.  When I reamed my tongue into her asshole, 
she squealed, almost like a pig.  I dug my tongue deeper into her bowels.  She 
was chanting, "Aaah," over and over again.  I ran my tongue up to her clit and 
whipped my tongue back and forth across it.  She was wiggling her hips back 
and forth on the bed and then she yelled, "Now...Willy...Fuck me...now !"

    I was up and forcing the head of my cock into her with my hand.  She was 
tighter than her sister.  Jesus, did these O'Connel girls have tight twats !?  
My cock was in her when I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me.  Her 
legs were up on my shoulders, an arm over her eyes.  "Oooooh...Fuck...me !"  
She screamed and I started thrusting my cock in and out of her.  Oh !  Jesus, 
was she tight.  I bent over her and pounded my hips against the back of her 
thighs and ass, forcing my cock deep into her cunt with each thrust.  I wasn't 
going to last long but I felt that she was almost there again and then she 
screamed.  "Ooooh...Willeeee !  Omigod...I'mmmm cumming !"

    I kept driving my cock in and out of her until I had filled her with my 
load.  Her cunt was like a glove squeezing the semen out of my dick.  Her legs 
twitched against my body.  I kept sawing in and out of her until I slipped out 
and couldn't get back in.  We lay there for a while until I finally got to my 
feet and helped her off the bed.

    She started to put her pants on.  I laughed, took her by the hand and led 
her to the kitchen with just her sweater on.  My semen was running out of her.  
I could see the gleam on the inside of her thighs as she walked.  Kathy saw us 
first and came to me.  Erin was sitting at the breakfast table.  She turned 
and stared at us.  Katie said, "Wow !" and laughed.

    Kathy stood real close to me and whispered, "Ready for the main course ?"  
Then she kissed me.  Someone handed me a margarita and I took a hit off a 
joint.  Then I was lying on my back, in Erin's bedroom again.  Kathy was 
standing at the end of the bed.  I could see her clearly in the light from the 
bathroom.  She was slowly unbuttoning her dress...She was out of her dress 
with just a black bra and panties on.

    Kathy was thick around the middle but her tits made up for it.  They were 
huge mounds of flesh that rose up over the top of her bra.  Her hands went 
behind her and now the bra was sliding down her arms.  Her tits sagged down 
quite a bit with huge areolae.  They looked like the painted end of a blimp.  
Her nipples were indistinguishable on her dark areolae.  Her hands were in the 
waist of her panties and down they came.  There was a forest of dark hair 
between her legs and as she pulled her panties off, she put a foot on the bed 
and allowed me a good, long look.

    She tossed me the panties.  "You want to see what all that noise you made 
with my little sister did to me ?"  I put the crotch of her panties to my 
face.  They were damp and very funky smelling.  She was up on the bed now, 
dragging her tits up my legs.  I could feel my cock strengthen so I clenched 
my ass, pumping more blood to it.  "Erin says you love to eat pussy."  I 
smiled.  She smiled back and continued with.  "I love to be eaten.  Put your 
arms above your head."

    When I did she climbed right up on my chest, brought her hands down to her 
cunt and spread her hairy labia apart.  The pink glistened among her curls.  I 
stuck my tongue out and lifted my head.  I took a swipe at her clit and then 
ran my tongue back and forth against it.  "Oooooh...Yeaaaa !  Right there, 
Willy."  She scooted up closer and smothered me with her wet meat.  I ate like 
a starved man.  I could hardly hear her moans and groans.  She leaned back 
giving me a breather, reached back and fondled my cock.

    "Oh !  Willy, Erin was right.  You can eat pussy."  She scooted back so 
that her wet cunt was rubbing against my half hard cock.  Kathy leaned down 
and kissed me, running her tongue all over my face and into my mouth.  She 
scooted up a bit and dangled her heaving tits over my face then smothered me 
with her bosom.  I bit them and finally got a nipple into my mouth and started 
sucking.  "Oooh !  So nice...want to fuck them ?"

    "After I fuck that hairy twat of yours, Kathy.  I've had a lot of 
fantasies about fucking your hairy pussy."  I rolled her off me and scrambled 
between her legs.  Her legs came up around my waist and my hardon sliced into 
her hot cunt.  I started fucking her like a mad man, banging my cock all the 
way in and then drawing it all the way out.  She was egging me on, telling me 
to fuck her faster and harder.

    And then it was on me.  I scrambled up, straddling her chest with my 
knees.  Her hands were already pressing her breasts together.  I poked my dick 
between her cleavage and started pumping my hips.  Her mammoth breasts made my 
cock disappear.  I kept pumping and here it came.  I threw my head back and 
screamed out my orgasm.  When I could see again, I noticed a dribble of semen 
run out of the top of her cleavage.  Kathy pushed her tits up toward her face 
and licked it away.

    "Hurry, Willy.  Erin's going to have a hard time keeping her hands out of 
her panties waiting for you."  I jumped up off the bed and held out my hand.  
Kathy took it and we walked into the kitchen bare ass naked.  My cock covered 
with semen, cum clearly visible, rolling down Kathy's stomach from her tits.  
Her cleavage was covered with the sheen of my seed.

    Erin saw us first.  Katie was still just dressed in her sweater.  She had 
her back to us and I stared at her bare ass.  I patted Kathy on the butt and 
took Erin's hand.  "Why don't you all join us.  I'm probably going to need a 
little help."  The girls all laughed nervously.

    When the four of us got to the bedroom, I told Katie to sit on the chest 
of drawers and play with herself.  Erin was just wearing a robe and was naked 
under it.  I was playing with her nipples which were like pebbles in my 
fingers.  Kathy said she didn't get to suck on my cock so she went to her 
knees and swallowed my limp penis as I fondled her sister.  I had a finger in 
her and was now sucking on her tits when I felt their little sister start 
grinding against my side and hip.

    My cock started to grow in Kathy's mouth and very soon she had her head 
bobbing back and forth on my pole.  Erin was getting very wet between the legs 
as I slipped another finger into her cunt.  Katie was running her hand between 
the cheeks of my ass and suddenly poked a finger into my asshole.  I yelled 
and Kathy came off my cock, a string of spittle or maybe it was cum connected 
my cock head with her lips.  She started licking me like a popsicle.

    I pulled them all to the bed and ended up on my side, going 69 with Erin 
as Kathy alternated with her, sucking my cock and Katie reamed out my asshole 
with her tongue.  I was as hard as steel with my mouth buried in Erin's hairy 
little snatch.  I spread her buns apart and licked down to her asshole.  It 
was surrounded by a small patch of dark black pubic hair all kinky and curly.  
I reamed my tongue into her and her mouth came off my cock.  She moaned real 
loud and bucked her ass back into my face.  Kathy gobbled up my cock.  She was 
really working on it, sliding her lips up and down it.  Her little sister had 
reamed her tongue into my anus and I was wild.

    I pushed them all away and pulled Erin to her knees.  I knelt behind her 
and lined my cock up with her anus.  My cock was slippery with their saliva.  
Kathy was up next to me and took my dick out of my hand.  I spread Erin's ass 
cheeks and Kathy placed my boner on her anus.  I thrust my hips forward and my 
cock head popped right into her asshole.  Her head snapped off the mattress 
and she screamed, "Ooooh !  Willeeee...Come on, lover.....Fuck my ass off."  I 
did.

    Katie was fingering herself like there was no tomorrow as I packed her 
older sister's fudge.  Her anal passage was an inferno - smooth and tight.  
When I would pause, with my cock buried in her bowels, I could feel her 
sphincter squeeze around the base of my cock.  Kathy slipped her hand down to 
my ass and I just knew that I was going to go off when she slipped a finger 
into my asshole.  With a burst of energy, I fucked my cock in and out of 
Erin's asshole as the head of my dick exploded, sending gobs of cum up into 
her bowels.  I finally disengaged from Erin after my cock slipped out of her, 
not hard enough to stay in her as her rectum spasmed around it.  The last 
thing I remember is seeing my semen dribbling out of her stretched asshole and 
down into her hairy bush.

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    Saturday and Sunday were hell.  I took laxative after laxative, purging 
myself for my Monday morning operation.  I got hard every time I thought about 
Friday night.  I remembered the three of them washing me in the shower and 
then it was back to bed.  The girls took turns blowing me and I came again - a 
weak couple of spurts.  I can't remember who had their mouth on me at the time 
but I do remember they all clapped and then attacked me again.  It was light 
before they let me loose and Erin drove me to my parents.

    Monday morning came none too soon.  My asshole was raw from all the 
diarrhea that had flowed through it all weekend.  I felt weak, possibly from 
the fucking I did Friday night but more likely from the liquid diet that the 
bowel preparation required.  My parents and I drove, in almost silence, to the 
medical center.  It was 0530 when we arrived.  I expected us to stand around 
with our thumbs up our asses for a while - kind of like the military - "hurry 
up and wait."  I was pleasantly surprised when they called me at 0535.

    My dad explained that mom and him had drawn straws for who got to 
accompany me.  He lost on purpose he said because he didn't think mom could 
handle staying by herself.  He gave me a big hug and off my mom and I went, 
following the orderly.  I was out of my clothes in minutes and on the gurney 
in one of those hospital gowns.  A gorgeous nurse came in and introduced 
herself as the surgeon's chief nurse.  She plugged me into this drip thing - 
you know, the bottle on the pole.  I watched a couple of drops of stuff slide 
down the tube and then it was night-night for Willy.

    At nine-fifteen Erin O'Connell walked through the doors that opened into 
the surgical waiting room.  Right on her heels was Carol Whitouski.  While 
Carol headed to the information desk, Erin walked over and greeted Willy's 
parents.  Carol overheard Erin calling Willy's parents, Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack, 
turned from the information desk and walked right up to the three of them.

    "Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack ?  I'm Carol Whitouski, a friend of Willy's.  Have 
you heard anything ?"

    Willy's dad shook his head back and forth.  He introduced Carol to Erin 
and the four of them chatted, waiting for news.  Erin glanced at Carol often, 
thinking that she was at least ten years younger than she was and a tremendous 
looking woman - about her size but bigger, especially in the bust.  Real dark 
hair and dressed to the nines.  Erin told Carol that Willy had talked about 
her often in the last couple of days and would be really stoked to see her.

    Carol was just about to ask Erin if she was the friend Willy was staying 
with when he called her...The surgeon walked across the waiting room.  He was 
dressed in a three piece suit and introduce himself to Mr. & Mrs. Tamarack.  
He was quick to get to the subject and told them all that Willy came through 
the operation in fine shape and was in the recovery room.  He would be up in 
his room about noon and that they all could go visit him.

    Mrs. Tamarack had a list of questions that Willy had given her but she 
forgot all about them.  She was too busy holding her husband who was sobbing.  
Erin got very emotional and threw her arms around Carol.  The two of them 
hugged each other and then Willy's mom and dad.  The surgeon walked away down 
the hall.

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