Author: Frederick T.
Title: To Live Is Good
Part: 13 of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (MF Mf MMF M+F+mf toys voy group)
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

                               To Live Is Good
                      (MF Mf MMF M+F+mf toys voy group)

                               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.....Well, he's a little 
closer to home but the last time we saw him he wasn't feeling too hot.  He'd 
just finished two days of bowel prep for a Radical Retropubic Prostatectomy.  
Is the fun meter pegged yet ?  Let's joint him.....

    The first thing I remember seeing is the wall clock in the recovery room.  
Eleven hundred hours.  I also saw eleven-thirty.  I vaguely remember being 
wheeled through the hospital and up to my room but the situation awareness, 
wasn't what you'd call good.  I'm sure of that because all through out the 
afternoon, I had visions of my mom and dad and Erin and Carol standing around 
my bed talking and joking.  Now, my mom and dad and Erin, I could believe.  
Erin just saw them the other day but Carol, she was in Colorado.  Anyway, they 
were a happy group.  Boy !  Was this some good dope, I was getting, or what !?  
I'd have to ask the doctor what it was ?!

    I woke for good at about 1800 hours.  There was a black male nurse rolling 
my roommate over onto his side.  The guy was making quite a noise.  I guess 
that's what woke me.  When the nurse finished with my roommate, he noticed I 
was awake.

    "How you feeling, Mr. Tamarack ?"

    "Call me, Willy...I've felt better."

    He laughed.  "Can I get you anything ?"  I was thirsty as hell.  The nurse 
told me only ice chips today.  When he brought me the ice chips he told me I 
had some pretty good looking women asking about me.  Maybe, Carol ?  Naw, 
didn't happen.  He told me, I could have some juice tomorrow morning.  I 
sucked on the ice chips and watched the L.A. news for a bit and then fell 
asleep again.  I woke again at midnight.  A small Filipina nurse was changing 
my piss bag.  The covers were off of me and it was the first time I saw the 
catheter.

    Fuck !  It looked like a garden hose coming out the end of my penis.  The 
tube was strapped to my leg and full of yellow urine.  The bandages on my 
lower stomach were blood stained.  Oh !  Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !  What am I 
doing here ?

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

    Tuesday morning and I was up early, as usual.  I got some juice for 
breakfast and was eager for lunch until I found out that it would be more 
juice.  I'd have to pass some gas before I got any solids and the nurse told 
me it would be at least tomorrow until that occurred.  Shit !  I was supposed 
to leave tomorrow.

    The surgeon was in at 0645 with an entourage of half a dozen.  He told me 
everything had gone splendidly.  I asked if he could tell if the cancer had 
spread.  The surgeon didn't think so but the pathology report would confirm 
his suspicions.  The surgeon removed the bandages and looked at the wound.  It 
was swollen and crusted in dried blood with a drain coming out just below my 
navel.  I thought it looked horrible.  The surgeon was very pleased.  I didn't 
have the balls to ask him if he'd spared the nerves necessary for me to get an 
erection.  The doctor didn't mention it.

    After the doctor left, I got to wander the halls of the floor I was on, 
dragging my piss bag and drugs on one of those poles with wheels.  My parents 
arrived at nine and at nine-fifteen, Erin walked into the room.  She gave me a 
big kiss on the cheek.  My parents spent most of the day with me.  Erin left a 
little after eleven saying she had to go back to work.  She left a card on the 
table and I didn't get around to opening it until after my dinner of chicken 
broth and cranberry juice.  I was fucking starving !

              Dear Willy,
              Sorry I couldn't stay but I had to get back to
              Colorado and close on a house.  The doctor was real
              positive about the operation.  I'm praying for you.
              I wish you had told me about all the complications
              that could arise from your cancer.  I would have loved
              to come out and helped you through those last days but
              I'm sure you were in good hands with Erin.  She's a
              dynamite lady.  If you ever get out to Colorado give
              me a buzz.
                                  Always, Carol

    I struggled out of bed and went through my pants; looking for my wallet.  
I couldn't find it and ended up at the nurses station asking about it.  The 
nurses assured me that I didn't have a wallet.  My parents were there at 0900 
again the next morning, to take me back to Newport Beach.  They had my wallet 
and I was adamant that I had to make a phone call before I left the hospital.  
I used my credit card to dial Carol's number.  Nobody was home but I left a 
message on the answering machine.

    "Aaah...Carol...It's Willy.  Aaah...Thanks for the card.  Aaah....Can I 
call you tonight ?  Well, I'm going to call you tonight.  I can't believe you 
came all the way out here to see me.  I'm sorry the S.A. wasn't to high.  I'll 
talk to you tonight...I love you..."

    I called that night, from my parents.  We talked for an hour or so.  I 
told her that my week in Mexico started in early March and that I wanted to 
take her up on her offer to nurse me through my recovery.  She laughed.  I 
told her I'd would come get her in Colorado because we had some things to talk 
about.  Carol asked me if I wanted to take Erin, too.  She said it was ok with 
her.  I told her I'd be more comfortable with just her.

    The next eleven days were hell with the catheter in.  I followed the 
catheter management techniques I found on the net so long ago and struggled 
through it.  I have a couple of hardons with the catheter in and they are 
painful as hell.  The doctor calls on Monday and tells me the good news - the 
cancer was confined to the capsule, he spared both nerves and wants to see me 
next Monday to take out the catheter.

    Erin visits almost daily.  I'm anxious to get started with some physical 
therapy but can't start until six weeks after the operation.  The time drags.  
When the catheter comes out, my urine spills all over during my first piss.  
In a couple of days though, I've thrown out the diapers and going in my shorts 
with no underwear.  I start walking about five miles a day, with some snacks 
and some water in a back pack.  Erin got it for me.  She also brought the 
baggie full of dope that I left with her.  I was back to getting high every 
day and could hardly wait for February one.

    I joined the local gym and on the first, start to lift weights.  I've lost 
fifteen pounds and Erin says I looks great.  One problem.  I'm not getting 
hardons any more.  I become pretty depressed and smoke more dope.  Nothing 
seems to work.  I have fantasies about all types of sexual situations with the 
same negative effect - a limp dick.  Then one day at the gym I see a couple of 
teenage girls climbing the rock wall.  I feel a stirring in my crotch.  I rush 
to the head and in a stall, stroke my cock a little.  Shit !  It might even be 
hard enough to fuck somebody with - definitely hard enough to suck on.  I'm 
stoked and call Erin with the good news.

    The next day we hit the beach together for an afternoon of mischief.  Not 
real warm but we didn't care.  We walked forever along the cliff side and then 
descend to the beach.  We made out on a blanket but I was unable to get hard 
and it's very frustrating to the both of us.  We walk back to the brand new 
van I bought and get in the back.  I eat Erin until she comes and then she 
goes down on me.  I get partially hard and then cum just a minute or so later.  
The orgasm is really different - a kind of all over your body type of orgasm.  
Maybe like a woman has.  Oh !  It starts in my crotch but really spreads out 
and encompasses my whole lower body, making me jump around on the mattress in 
the back of the van.

    Erin lifts her head from my noodle soft penis and said, "That looked and 
sounded like fun !  And look, mom - no mess !"

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

    I left my parents home in late February and drove to Colorado.  It took me 
two days.  I stayed over night at the condo in Henderson without telling 
anyone, not even Mrs. Abernathy.  I got in late at night.  Carol was home 
alone.  As soon as she answered the door, she threw her arms around me.  We 
slept together that evening, cuddling most of the night.

    After Carol closed on a house the next morning; we were off.  I asked her 
if she was sure she was cool with this as I might not be worth a shit - right 
away.  I also asked her if she wanted to stop in Las Vegas and maybe we could 
stay with "Wildman" for a night ?

    "Willy, if I wanted to be with Gary...I'd have called him long ago.  I 
haven't done that.  When I go to Las Vegas...I go to see you.  If you want to 
stop and see him that's ok with me but I'm here to be with you."  We switched 
off driving and drove straight through to my parents.  It took us almost 
eighteen hours.  Both of us slept very little.  We spent the whole time 
talking - a little of this and a little of that.  I even mentioned that maybe 
she could think about taking her real estate license in Nevada and come live 
out there.  She asked if that meant that we'd live together ?  I said maybe we 
could talk about that when we got to Mexico.  We slept about twelve hours 
after we arrived at my parents and went out to lunch with Erin the next 
afternoon.

    The lunch was kind of strained.  Earlier I mentioned to Erin that Carol 
thought it would be cool if she came to Mexico with us but Erin said she 
couldn't get any vacation time until later this year.  I kicked myself for 
bringing it up at all.  Just who the fuck did I think I was ?  I could hardly 
get a hardon and here I had asked two ladies to share a week with me in 
Mexico.  In my best days I could hardly handle two - well, sometimes but I 
usually had to get pretty kinky to do it.  Carol stayed behind and talked with 
Erin as I brought the van around front.  Erin gave me a big kiss on the lips 
and then got in her car and motored out of the parking lot.

    "Erin would have really liked to have come to Mexico with us.  She was 
just a little unsure about how things would go.  I told her that you expected 
her to visit when you got back to Las Vegas.  You really want me to get my 
Nevada license ?"

    "I thought we were going to talk about that when we get down there."

    She laughed, "Well, you know how it is sometimes when we party...We don't 
talk too much..."  She kept laughing.

    We took the shuttle bus to LAX and flew to Mazatlan.  SoCal had been 
pretty cool, weather wise, so I was stoked when we got off the plane and it 
was eighty-five degrees.  We got to check right into our room and spent the 
afternoon sitting out under the cabanas sipping Pacificos and swimming in the 
Pacific.  After a great shrimp dinner and a joint on the beach on the way 
home, we ended up in bed.  I tried like a champ but was very disappointed with 
my performance.

    "Willy, I think you're trying to hard."  Carol said after about an hour of 
oral sex.  "You want to try something different ?"

    "What do you have in mind ?"  I asked.  I was real depressed and had lost 
most of my high.  Carol went to her suitcase in the closet and came back with 
an eight inch dildo with straps.

    She stood naked at the end of the bed.  "I want you to fuck me with this."

    I started to shake my head back and forth when she threw the dildo down on 
the bed and crawled up next to me.  She put her face was just inches from 
mine, her apple size breasts dangling below her.  Her nipples were erect, dark 
berries on her chest.  "Willy Tamarack, I want you to fuck me with this dildo.  
I want you to make me cum like crazy and then when you're done fucking me I'm 
going to suck your brains out through the head of your dick.  Right now this 
is the kind of sex we have to have.  Maybe later things will get better but 
right now this is it.  Now, can this stupid macho game you're playing with me 
and fuck me."

    I looked into her eyes and saw that she was very serious about what she 
had just said.  As I got up, she smiled and watched as I strapped the dildo 
on.  She helped me adjust the straps and made sure that it was firm against my 
pubic bone.  It looked grotesque poking out from my pubic bone at about a 
ninety degree angle.  She dropped back onto the bed and said, "I want it 
doggie style, Willy."  He legs were spread and she was running a hand through 
her luxurious bush.  Her fingers were sliding up and down her pink furrow.

    Then she flipped over onto her knees and kept running her fingers in and 
out of her cunt and up and down her pussy lips.  I crawled up behind her and 
licked her from asshole to cunt.  Her pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I dug my 
tongue into her.  She kept up a litany of expletives.  Telling me how to lick 
her and how good it felt.

    "If you keep this up, I'll cum before you stick that big cock in me.  Come 
on, lover...fuck me."

    I rose up and grabbed the dildo with one hand, her ass with my other.  I 
rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her slit until she squeaked out.  
"Fuck me, Willy."  I then drove the rubber cock into her cunt.  It was like I 
shocked her with electricity.  She started bucking back against me and soon I 
had the entire thing buried in her, my cock dangling down below her pussy, 
useless.  I grabbed both her hips and started fucking the shit out of her.  It 
didn't do much for me but let me tell you, Carol came about twenty times in 
the next half hour, finally falling to the mattress, screaming..."Enough, 
Willy...Enough...Stop...lover...Oh !  Stop !"  I gazed at her cunt which was 
clearly visible between the cheeks of her ass.  Her lips were spread wide, red 
and swollen, her pubic hair cleared away from the half hour fucking I gave 
her.  I imagined it looked like it did after Gary fucked her or one of the 
other guys she'd done it with.  All we needed was a little cum in her pubic 
hair but I wasn't able to do that any more.

    The next morning we laid in bed for a while.  We had planned to go to the 
market this morning and then spend the rest of the day at the hotel.  Tomorrow 
we were going to "our island" as we called it.  Carol said she had another 
surprise for me.  I remembered the blow job she gave me after I fucked her 
with the dildo last night.  She licked my cock, my balls, my asshole.  She 
reamed out my ass for what seemed like an hour and I finally got hard enough 
for her to suck me like a pro.  It didn't last long and I was afraid to try to 
fuck her with it but she told me afterward that she thought it was hard enough 
to do it.

    She came back from the closet again with a funny looking contraption.  
When I started to protest she shook her head back and forth.  She again stood 
at the foot of the bed and put the contraption on the bed.  She placed her 
hands on her hips.  It was one of those things you see in men's magazines that 
is supposed to make your dick bigger.  "Are we going to have an argument about 
this too ?  I went to a lot of trouble ordering all these toys.  If after a 
couple of tries with these things and we don't think they're working then 
we'll shit can them.  I don't know about you but that fuck you threw me last 
night was fucking "A" great.  You were hard enough to fuck me when I blew you 
afterward and you know it...Let's try it !"

    What could I say ?!  I laid back and watched her as she positioned it on 
my cock.  For the first few minutes it didn't do shit.  She told me about a 
friend of hers who had to use it for her old man because he was into his 
seventies and couldn't get it up without a little help.  I asked how old her 
friend was and Carol said she was in her forties.  "Why...You want to fuck 
her...She's got the biggest tits and loves it in the ass.  She says this thing 
is good enough to get her husband up...it ought to be good enough for you."

    I laid back and imagined my dirtiest thoughts.  I thought back to the 
first time I met Carol after we were out of the service - the hike we took - 
fucking her on the rocks - I guess, I really just ate her and she blew me - 
and then she played with herself on the way home and I carried her to the 
bedroom and fucked her brains out.  I could actually feel my cock get harder 
and then Carol was taking the thing off and mounting me.  She felt fantastic - 
warm and wet and tight.  She just sat on me.  "Well, Mr. Tamarack...How does 
this feel ?"

    "Fucking fantastic, Carol."  She told me that she put a band around the 
base of my cock and that her friend told her we shouldn't keep the band on for 
more than a half hour and or I'd become sore.  I started fucking her like a 
mad man.  Fuck !  A half hour.  Shit !  I never lasted that long before the 
operation.  Carol rolled off me in about ten minutes.  I was just about there.  
She sucked me until I couldn't stand it any longer; took off the band and I 
came in about thirty seconds.  My cock stayed hard for a couple of minutes 
after I came.

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

    We shopped.  We sat out by the beach.  We swam in the ocean together and 
drank until we were fucked up drunk, arguing politics late into the afternoon.  
Carol and I ended up eating in the room after we made arrangements to get a 
sail boat the next day.  Both of us were too fucked up to do anything sexual.  
We spent the next day at "our island" and ended up back in the room late in 
the afternoon.  Sun burned and tired, we headed down town for another shrimp 
dinner.

    We were stoned as shit after walking home and ended up on the patio.  
Carol went and got the "pump," as she called it and I got hard again on the 
patio with my pants down around my ankles.  Carol pulled up her skirt and 
fucked me in the chair where I was sitting.  She had just cum and I was still 
hard with the band around the base of my cock.  Carol slithered to her knees 
and with a combination of her mouth and tits had me jumping up and down in the 
chair within minutes.  It was the best orgasm since my operation.

    After a long rest, Carol whispered, "Come on and fuck me with the dildo 
again, lover ?"  I got up and told her to wait a minute.  I rushed back to the 
bedroom and pulled my shorts off.  I strapped on the dildo and then put my 
shorts back on.  I walked back out on the patio with my shorts tented, the 
rubber cock never got soft.  Carol noticed the bulge right away and got out of 
the chair and rubbed herself up against me.  I ended up guiding her to the 
railing of the condo patio, bending her over it and fucking the shit out of 
her.  Carol was quite loud and if I wasn't so stoned I might have noticed the 
young lady, staying in the condo next door, watching us from her patio.  She 
was less than ten feet away, peeking through the bushes.

    The next day we went back to the island but came home early as the sky 
clouded up and the temperature dropped about ten degrees.  We were out by the 
pool, hitting the Pacificos again, when I noticed a young thing sunning 
herself across the pool.  I figured she was no more than thirteen, maybe 
fourteen.  She was sitting with her parents.  They appeared to be European.  A  
skinny, little thing but with a nice little body.  Carol notice I was hunting 
and crawled up on my lap.

    "Would you like to fuck her ?"  I started getting hard.  I struggled to my 
feet and took Carol by the hand.  I had my hand in her cunt as we rode up in 
the elevator and ended up fucking her on the tile floor just inside the door.

    Carol looked up at me as I got off her.  "I think I like this no mess 
Willy better than the previous model."  We both laughed and headed for the 
shower.  After another shrimp dinner; we were back on the patio, sharing a 
joint.  Again I didn't notice the young thing peeking through the bushes.  I 
finally took Carol to the bedroom and fucked the shit out of her with the 
dildo.  Carol screamed and moaned and groaned throughout the ordeal.  I had 
done her about three ways from Sunday on one of the queen size beds in our 
bedroom.  She was getting ready to suck my brains out and had started licking 
and sucking on my cock and balls.

    I smelled the strong aroma of marijuana and looked up at the door way.  
The young girl, I had fantasized about this afternoon at the pool, was peering 
around the corner of the door, watching Carol working on my cock.  She finally 
looked up at my face and found me staring at her.  Her head disappeared around 
the door jam.

    I pushed Carol off of my cock and got off the bed.  My cock was limp as a 
noodle but I was dying to see if she was still in the hall.  I whispered to 
Carol, "That young thing, I was watching this afternoon...I think she's been 
watching us..."

    Carol put a finger to my mouth and whispered, "She's staying next door.  I 
asked at the desk.  They're Dutch, her parents are about thirty-five or so and 
all blond.  Did you even notice mom today ?  She's tall and thin like her 
daughter.  I bet you want to fuck them both, don't you, Willy ?"

    I kissed her and crept to the doorway.  The young girl was leaning back 
against the wall.  The remains of the joint, Carol and I had shared earlier, 
was lying on the tile floor still smoldering.  She was wearing a terry cloth 
bath robe.  The front appeared open and she had both of her hands between her 
legs.  I slid out into the hall and made my way toward her.  When I put a hand 
on her shoulder, she jumped, her head snapping toward me.  I smiled my best 
smile and leaned down to kiss her.  Her hands came out from between her legs 
and up into my face.  They smelled of pussy.  Her fingers were wet with her 
cunt butter.

    I held her by her wrists and licked her fingers - one by one.  Her eyes 
were closed.  She was an adorable young lady - about five foot five with short 
blond hair.  I stood in front of her and continued to clean her fingers off.  
Her robe was open and I could clearly see the small mounds of her breasts, 
topped with a very small, light brown almost pink areolae and nipples about 
the size of a pencil leads.

    As I licked her fingers, I allowed my gaze to fall to her pussy.  It was 
covered with a very light thatch of blond pubic hair that had just a little 
curl to it.  I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her belly button, 
let my hands creep up the back of her legs and cup her butt.  My cock started 
to fill with blood and by the time I had my tongue in her pubic hair, I was as 
hard as stone.  Now, the pecker wasn't standing straight up against my stomach 
like it used to.  But there was no doubt in my military mind that I had a 
boner poking out from between my legs and unless this young lady started 
screaming her head off I was going to fuck her brains out with it.

    My tongue was at the top of her slit, just starting to get a taste of her, 
when I felt her hands in my hair.  She said something in a language that I 
didn't understand and then raised her leg and rested her thigh on my shoulder.  
I crooked my neck a bit and was licking her almost hairless slit.  She had 
thick little cunt lips with just a sprinkling of straight blond hair covering 
them.  I slipped a finger into her from behind and started pumping it in and 
out of her cunt.  She was very tight and sticky wet.

    I spread her labia and whipped my tongue back and forth across her 
clitoris.  Her legs tensed up and she started sliding down the wall.  Her legs 
were shaking and spreading as she slid down the wall.  I ended up on my back 
with her partially sitting on my chest and face.  My mouth hadn't left her 
crotch and now I had unrestricted access to her cunt.  I reamed my tongue into 
her and she came again, rubbing her crotch against my face.  I finally rolled 
her off me and found Carol standing in the hall watching us, a hand buried in 
between her legs.

    I helped the young lady up and guided her to the bedroom.  Carol stepped 
aside and let us past.  My cock was still hard and sticking out in front of 
me, bouncing with each step.  The young lady crawled up on the bed and rolled 
to her back.  I climbed between her legs and felt her hand come down and wrap 
itself around my cock.  She gave it a couple of squeezes and then guided it to 
her wet, little cunt.  I pushed it in and started fucking her like a crazy 
man.  She hardly made any noise, just some groaning, but Carol, standing in 
the doorway, kept up a litany of, "Oh !  Yea !  Willy, fuck her brains 
out...Faster, honey.  I bet she starts cuming any second...Faster, baby...Oh !  
Oh !  Here she cums."

    And she did, squeezing her legs around my middle and bucking up to meet 
every one of my thrusts.  I still hadn't cum and pulled out of her, my hardon, 
still that.  I slid up beside her and placed my cock at her lips.  Her eyes 
were slits; her mouth partly open, still panting.  I rubbed my cock all around 
her lips and then she leaned forward and took me in her mouth.  Her lips felt 
like feathers sliding up and down my cock and I could feel her tongue 
caressing the head of my dick.  I grabbed her head and started thrusting my 
hips.  I only lasted a couple of strokes or so and felt that she was somewhat 
disorientated; I didn't pump a load of cum into her mouth.

    I laid in bed for an hour or so with Carol and Tanja.  One on each side of 
me.  I didn't think I could get it up again but they both tried a little with 
their hands and mouths.  I could see the way Carol was acting that she wanted 
to taste Tanja but didn't quite have the balls to make the first move with me 
between them.  Tanja's left about midnight after sharing another joint with 
us.

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

    The next day was overcast so we spent it at the hotel.  We bought Tanja's 
mom and dad a couple of beers from across the pool, finally picked up our 
stuff and spent the afternoon with them.  Christina and Walter were their 
names and they were both blond and beautiful.  She wore a skimpy string bikini 
and he wore one of those bikini bottoms for men that I wouldn't be caught dead 
in but it did have a very definite bulge in it.  Using a little English and 
some of Carol's German we were able to converse fairly well.  Carol introduced 
me as her husband, which surprised me but I said nothing about it.

    She went on to tell Walter and Christina that we often went to the island, 
over there, to sunbathe in the nude.  She pointed off to the west.  Walter and 
Christina were very excited about nude sunbathing and wondered if they could 
tag along tomorrow.  Carol made it a date and was so hot when we got to the 
room that she forced me to my knees in the hall way and had me eat her to 
orgasm.  We showered and headed down town for another excellent shrimp dinner.

    That evening on the way home and after getting pretty ripped on the beach, 
we stopped at a night club and danced for a while.  The place was crowded with 
young people and Carol talked about how depressing it was to be thirty-seven.  
I laughed and asked her how she'd feel at forty-nine.

    Carol snuggled up close during a slow dance and whispered to me, "There's 
a young guy over by the bar that keeps giving me the eye."

    I looked over and saw a young Latino guy standing at the bar.  He was 
rather short but had the typical good looks of a young guy on the make - dark, 
wavy hair and well built with a smooth brown complexion.  "He probably figures 
that I'm too old for you.  Shit !  He probably wants to do all kinds of 
perverted things to your body, Mrs. Tamarack."

    She looked up at me and kissed me.  "Do you mind, Mr. Tamarack ?"

    "Not as long as I get seconds."  I laughed.

    "You wanna watch ?"

    "I don't think our latino friend will go for that..."

    Carol interrupted with, "He'll go for it or go without."

    She left me on the dance floor and walked right over to the young guy.  I 
found a table and sat.  After fifteen minutes or so, Carol led him across the 
dance floor and he held her chair as she sat.  "Willy...This is Ernesto.  He's 
a college student and likes to party."  She had a smile plastered on her 
face...a mile wide.

    The three of us shot the shit for less than five minutes before we were up 
and heading for the door.  Ernesto's English was excellent.  He told me that 
although he had never had sex with a woman while her husband was watching, he 
assured me that he had pleasured many "Norte Americano" women.  If my wife was 
as hot as he thought she was, it would be no problem.  I got a semi walking 
back to the hotel.  Carol and Ernesto started groping each other in the 
elevator on the way up and by the time I fixed three rum and cokes, Carol was 
going down on Ernesto on the front room couch.

    He had his head thrown back with his pants down around his ankles.  His 
cock was not that impressive though, just a little longer than mine and about 
the same circumference.  Carol sucked his cock like she was starving, sliding 
her lips up and down his shaft and nibbling on the head.  I just watched and 
felt my cock grow in my pants.  I torched up a number and sat across from 
them.

    Carol got up abruptly and started shedding her clothes on the way to the 
bedroom.  Ernesto had a disappointed look on his face when he stood, pulled 
his pants up and followed her.  I followed and by the time I arrived; Carol 
was nude, spread eagle on the bed, playing with herself.  Ernesto couldn't get 
out of his clothes fast enough, wasted no time climbing between her legs and 
fucked her like a mad man for about ten minutes before coming to rest on top 
of her.  They were both covered in sweat, I could see the light from the 
bathroom reflect off of both of them.

    Ernesto finally rolled off of Carol and lay on his back.  Carol attacked 
his cock and in just a few minutes had him hard again.  She rode him like a 
crazy woman, pumping her herself up and down on his cock and then back and 
forth.  I stood at the end of the bed and watched Ernesto's cock fucking in 
and out of the jungle of hair that Carol has growing between her legs.  I 
definitely had a hardon and could hardly wait for Ernesto to finish with "Mrs. 
Tamarack."

    Ernesto lasted quite a while the second time.  Part of that may have been 
that Carol was on top and pacing herself.  He finally could take no more and 
grabbed her by the butt and pistoned himself in and out of her until he shot 
another load into her.  From the vantage point I had, I could see Ernesto's 
cum seep out of her vagina and coat his balls.  When Carol got off of him 
there was a river of semen leaking out of her cunt.  I had a ragging hardon 
and was hoping that Ernesto was through for the night.

    Carol asked me to get them a drink and the three of us shared rum & cokes 
and a joint.  I marveled at how good Carol looked naked.  She had lost about 
five, maybe ten pounds since the last time I had seen her - that night at the 
cabin about a year and a half ago.  The night she fucked and sucked Bruce and 
Kyle and the two black guys that later posed as cops.  In the back of my mind 
I remembered I'd have to ask her about that.

    Carol was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread.  Her breasts, 
although just a tad bigger than a hand full, were firm on her chest.  Her 
areolae were almost too large for the size of her breasts and a deep brown - 
the nipples about the size of a pencil erasure, erect in the air conditioning.  
She had lost the weight in her hips and thighs, she was always pretty skinny 
around the waist.  Her navel was a deep one and I loved to ream it out as her 
bush started just below her navel and was diamond shaped.  Now, up by her 
navel the hair was real sparse but noticeable; the closer you got to her cunt 
the thicker and kinkier it got.  She really didn't have a bush but a jungle 
growing between her legs.  Her pubic hair was dark almost black and long and 
very curly.

    Carol was up on an elbow with a hand on Ernesto's cock.  As she started 
stroking it, he pulled her on top of him.  She slithered down his body and 
with his cock in one hand, started licking the crown of his penis.  "Come on, 
Ernesto, my Latin stud, get it up for Carol again."  She started sucking and 
he started to get harder.  Within five minutes he was pumping his cock, I 
figured it to be about six inches, in and out of her mouth.  She started on 
top but eventually tired of that and begged him to do her doggie style.  He 
was an eager participant and lasted over twenty minutes.  I timed him.  Shit !  
I didn't have anything else to do.

    They both came about the same time although Carol'd had several orgasms 
before Ernesto filled her once again.  "Ernesto, honey.  Could you be a doll 
and give me the rest of the evening with my husband ?"  She was still on her 
knees.  Ernesto hadn't even pulled out of her yet.  He got the big picture 
faster than I would have and wiped his cum soaked cock on the bed spread, then 
dressed and split.  I escorted him to the door and put on the chain.

    My cock was twitching when I entered the bedroom.  Carol was still on her 
knees peering back at me.  "Get out of your clothes, Mr. Tamarack and fuck 
Mrs. Tamarack's brains out.  I need to cum about a hundred more times; these 
young guys always cum to fast.  I need an old man to really give me a work 
out."

    My clothes hit the floor and I was up on the bed with a respectable semi.  
Carol motioned me up to her face and sucked my cock until it was as hard as 
stone.  Once again, it wasn't hard up against my stomach but poking out of my 
groin at a ninety degree angle.  I moved behind her and spread the cheeks of 
her ass.  Her crotch was flooded with semen, her pubic hair matted with 
Ernesto's seed and sopping wet.  She reached back between her legs and guided 
me into her cunt.  I couldn't believe how slimy and wet she was.  As I pushed 
myself into her, I actually heard a squishy noise.  I bottomed out and started 
fucking for all I was worth.

    "Ooooh...Yeaaaaa...Come on, Willeeeee.  Fuck me...Fuck me...Faster, lover.  
Faster, honey.  Ooooooh !  Aaaagh !  Fuck...I...I'mmmm cumming."  I was still 
pumping her like there was no tomorrow.  My pubic hair was drenched with their 
love moisture, matted with his cum as I fucked her faster.  I could feel her 
cunt lips try to keep my cock in her as I dragged it out and felt like I was 
ripping her apart as I forced my entire length into her.  I was rapidly 
approaching a tremendous orgasm when she dropped to her belly, breaking our 
connection.

    "My ass, Willy.  Fuck my ass, baby.  Come on, stud, pack my fudge, lover."  
I was on fire and yanked her back to her knees.  Her hands came back and 
spread the cheeks of her ass.  My cock was coated with their love juices and 
her asshole was hidden in a tangle of cum soaked pubic hair.  I reamed my 
finger into her ass.  Her asshole gripped my finger and tried to prevent me 
from removing it.  I yanked it out and then pressed the head of my hard cock 
on her anus.  I grasped both of her hips and filled her with one thrust.  She 
kept her ass cheeks spread and I bottomed out.

    Her asshole had swallowed me whole and then I started fucking her.  She 
immediately started screaming that she was cuming and I wasn't far behind.  My 
orgasm started deep inside of me and spread out through my crotch and then my 
groin.  My cock was twitching in her bowels and I buried it to the hilt.  I 
felt her sphincter tighten against the base of my dick and I started cuming 
again.  I started fucking her again and then she started cuming again.

    I was on my back.  I knew it hadn't been long as I was still breathing 
hard.  Carol was on my chest.  Her body was wet - with him, with me - I didn't 
care at the moment.

    "Well, Mr. Tamarack...How was that piece of ass ?  I'll have to tell you 
that the guy who just fucked my ass off was a lot better than that young 
latino stud who did me earlier.  Maybe, I'm prejudice but..."  And then she 
kissed me.

                           ***** Chapter Five *****

    Walter, Christina and Tanja were waiting under a cabana when Carol and I 
finally got down stairs.  I was carrying our cooler, packed with Pacificos and 
several sandwiches.  Carol was carrying a plastic bag full of chips plus our 
towels.  I was surprised they brought their daughter as I figured this was 
going to be a free for all once we got to the island.  Maybe they knew the 
youngster was a player - thoughts of mom and daughter flooded my mind.  I gave 
the Dutch family a thorough briefing on how we were going to get into the boat 
and off we went.  Carol and I had figured out long ago that it was easier to 
get into the boat with four or five than it was with two.

    As tradition dictated, I torched up a joint about half way to the island.  
I held the joint up for everyone to see for a few moments and got eye contact 
with both Walter and Christina before putting the match to it.  The five of us 
were very stoned when I yelled for Carol to drop the sail.  We hit the beach 
in usual Tamarack fashion about two or three knots too fast and everyone damn 
near broke their necks before the boat came to rest on the shore.

    Christina was talking with Carol as we set up camp.  I was still 
fantasizing about mother and daughter, getting a woody in the process.

    Carol came over to me as I laid out my towel.  "Ah...Willy, Christina says 
we just go topless.  Something about Tanja that I don't understand and mom is 
kind of being evasive about it.  I think they're not too sure about us and 
don't want their daughter running around naked with a strange guy scoping her 
out."

    I couldn't understand their concern and laughed.  The young lady didn't 
have much on the other night and I treated her just like any other teenage 
girl I'd met in the last couple of years.  I continued laughing as we laid out 
our towels and the girls stripped off their tops.  I made a very concerted 
effort to keep my eyes off Tanja.  On the other hand, I openly stared at 
Christina's tits at every opportunity.

    She wasn't that well built - not even in Carol's league.  Hey !  They were 
nice tits but nothing like Carol's.  I concentrated on getting a tan as the 
sun had broken out of the clouds.  It was a nice day at the beach and I was 
stoned.

    After lunch, Christina asked me if I wanted to go for a walk.  Tanja 
accompanied us as we walked way down the beach.  We kept walking and walking 
and if I hadn't been so stoned and ogling their tits, I might have figured it 
out.  We arrived back at the boat about an hour and a half later.  The sky had 
clouded up again and the wind was picking up.  I wasn't a fool and wanted to 
push off as my sailing expertise didn't include anything but fair weather 
sailing.

    I did some hot dogging on the way back to the mainland and beached the 
boat perfectly after catching a small swell about fifty yards from the beach.  
Carol went up to the room immediately.  I hung around and said good-by to the 
Dutch family - certainly not the afternoon I expected.

    When I got to the room Carol was lying on one of the beds in the buff with 
her legs spread.  Her semen streaked pubic hair caught my eye.  I just stared 
at her crotch.  "Want to tell me about it ?"  I asked.  She was nodding her 
head when the phone rang.  I answered it.  It was Walter and he wondered if we 
could joint them for dinner in a couple of hours, just the four of us.  I 
accepted and then turned back to Carol.  She was still lying spread eagle on 
the bed but now had a hand in her bush, fingering herself.

    "You guys hadn't got a couple a hundred feet away and I felt his hand on 
my ass.  Then it was in my bottoms squeezing my butt.  I spread my legs a bit 
and in no time at all he has a finger in me.  I turn my face toward him and 
he's pulled that faggy little suit of his down...Jesus !  Willy you should 
have seen his cock.  It was as big as the dildo I brought..."

    "And then what happened ?"  I asked as I dropped my trunks and separated 
some pubic hair from the hardon that was growing out of my bush.  Carol 
started telling me as I climbed between her legs and filled her in one thrust, 
her legs up over my shoulders - she was bent damn near in two as I started 
fucking her.  She came in just seconds, her pussy stretched by Walter's large 
cock and gooey with his semen.  I kept pumping and finally came after about 
three minutes.

    We rolled apart and Carol continued.  "He was uncut too, Willy, and I love 
a guy who isn't circumcised.  He didn't last too long at all the first time 
and I didn't come close to having an orgasm.  Wow !  Was he pissed off, 
telling me over and over that he was too excited by my beauty.  Boy !  What a 
line of bullshit.  He just kept going on and on until I went down on him.  
Then he couldn't talk.  I must have sucked it for ten minutes or so until I 
just had to get on and ride it.  He lasted a good long time and I came like 
crazy..."  I was hard again.  I was doing her doggie style as Carol related 
how Walter had got to his feet while she was blowing him for the second time 
and was really pumping it to her face when Carol broke off and turned her ass 
to him.  He fucked her like a mad man - doggie style..."Shit, we were watching 
the three of you walking back down the beach, way off in the distance."  I 
came a second time, my whole lower body writhing with my orgasm.

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

    I was pissed I fucked her again - I probably wouldn't be able to get it up 
for Christina tonight.  We showered and met the Dutch couple in the lobby.  
Christina was nowhere to be seen, instead Tanja was with her father.  Walter 
explained that Christina wasn't feeling too good - a little Montezuma's 
revenge, he thought.  I told him about the pills Carol and I are taking and 
Walter said he'd like to have some.

    Dinner is uneventful.  As we were walking back to the resort we passed a 
video arcade.  I was thinking what a terrific way to fuck up Mexico - fucking 
video arcades.  But Tanja wanted to play and I ended up staying with her as 
Carol and Walter continued down the street.  Carol turned her head and winked.

    After twenty minutes or so of video insanity, I tapped Tanja on the 
shoulder.  "Aaah...Wanna go get stoned ?"  I asked her.  She looked at me like 
I was the village idiot.  I pulled out my cigarette pack and slid a joint half 
way out.  Tanja's face lit up like Times Square on New Year's eve.  We were 
cloistered in the room and out on the patio in minutes.

    The joint was passed back and forth for a while.  I was keeping up a 
litany of talk, realizing that Tanja couldn't understand a word of it.  She 
laughed every once and a while and just smiled when I put my hand on her 
thigh.  I was about to take her hand and lead her down to the bedroom when the 
door bell rang.  I got up to answer it.

    Christina was at the door and started reading me the riot act - half Dutch 
and half English.  She sent a string of Dutch down the hall, the only part I 
recognized was "Tanja."  The young girl squeezed past me and out the door.  
Christina was backing away from the door when I reached out and pulled her 
into the room.  I had the door closed and her backed up against it in less 
than a second.

    I stood about a foot away from her, looked her right in the eyes and took 
a hold of her arms just above the elbows.  "What's going on here, Christina ?  
Your husband fucks my wife's brains out on the beach this afternoon.  Right 
now, he's probably fucking her again with that big cock of his...And...I'm 
supposed to sit up here and play with myself all night ?  I don't think so, 
Christina."  I leaned forward and kissed her real hard, finally forcing my 
tongue into her mouth.

    She made some sounds and used her teeth on my tongue as I tried to french 
with her but struggled very little.  I slid my hands down to her waist and 
under the half "T" shirt she was wearing.  She was braless and I filled my 
hands with her tits.  The were no where near as large as Carol's but nice 
little mounds of breast meat.  Her nipples were erect and I could feel them 
dig into the palms of my hands.  I started massaging them.  Her mouth opened 
wider and her tongue came into my mouth to play.

    I felt some stirring in my crotch but was sure that I was going to have to 
work at it hard to get it up.  I laughed to myself thinking that Tanja would 
have been a better incentive for me.  I was up against her, grinding my crotch 
into her, my hands sliding down her back to her ass.  I slid my hands inside 
her shorts and forced them down her legs.  She started to struggle a little so 
I backed away from her a bit.  Her shorts were around her hips and I could see 
a bit of her pubic hair - yellow like straw.

    "Christina, I just want to eat your pussy a little and then you're going 
to suck on my cock a little.  Carol tells me your husband loves to have his 
cock sucked so I'm sure he won't mind.  Carol's probably sucking that big cock 
of his right now.  Mine's not nearly as big as his.  I'm sure you'll like it."  
Boy !  Was Willy stoned ?!

    I kissed her again and then slithered down to my knees, dragging her 
shorts to the floor.  She was wearing some sandals and I left her shorts 
around her feet as I buried my tongue in her pubic hair.  She smelled real 
musky.  I brought my hands up the back of her thighs and grabbed her ass 
cheeks.  I pulled them down and now she was sliding down the door, her legs 
spreading before me.  I played the rubber man with my neck and finally got my 
face up against her cunt.  She had a good thatch of pubic hair growing there.  
Nothing like Carol but nice and curly and all blond.

    I got tired of the rubber neck routine and got to my back on the floor.  I 
slid my head right under her crotch and grabbed her thighs pulling her pussy 
right onto my face.  She was squatting over me, her cunt lips spread a little 
and I slid my tongue right up into the pink.  Christina cried out, her legs 
pushing her back against the door, her thigh muscles chorded.  Her legs 
slipped out from under her and she damn near broke my neck.  I rolled her off 
of me onto her side on the tile floor and kept my face plastered to her cunt, 
my tongue snaking around, up and down her slit, occasionally tongue fucking 
her for a few strokes.  She was still crying out as her orgasm continued for 
what seemed like minutes.

    When she stopped moving about on the floor, I jumped to my feet and helped 
her up.  Her shorts were still around her feet so I picked her up and carried 
her to the bedroom.  I placed her on the bed, stripped off my clothes and 
pulled her shorts off.  Her "T" shirt came next; I left her sandals on.  I 
rolled her over on to her stomach and began at her feet, licking the backs of 
her heels, then ankles, the calves.  There was a thick down of blond hair on 
her legs.  I was past her thighs and starting to nibble on her ass.  It wasn't 
even in the same league as Carol's but I continued until I had her cheeks 
spread, reaming out the small rose bud of her anus.  She had a sprinkling of 
blond hair surrounding her asshole and I started feeling a stirring in my 
crotch again.

    Her hips started to wiggle around on the bed.  I poked two fingers into 
her cunt and now she was bucking against them as I reamed out her asshole.  
She came shortly and I was tired of eating her - time for some head.  I pulled 
her to the end of the bed and then sat up by the head board with a leg on 
either side of her.  I reached forward and pulled her up so that her face was 
right over my limp dick.  She was on her hands and then got to her knees.  I 
guided her face down to my cock and she was mouthing me.  Within just a few 
minutes I had it figured out.  Walter wasn't getting any.  Shit !  Her 
daughter gave better head than her mother and I was positive Tanja had never 
sucked a cock before sucking mine the other night - well, maybe not positive.  
I'd never get it up this way.

    I heard some voices in the entry way and Christina came off my cock in a 
flash.  I grabbed her by the hair and put a finger to my mouth.  The door 
opened and then closed.  Carol called out, "Willy..," as she came through the 
bedroom door.  Christina was trying to get off the bed.  Carol started 
laughing while she started undressing.  I watched.  Christina was trying to 
get dressed, blushing like crazy.  Carol was naked and Christina was still 
trying to pull on her shorts.  Carol came up beside her, wrapped her arms 
around Christina and pulled her down onto the bed.  Christina was struggling 
but didn't make a sound.

    The two of them wrestled around on the bed until Christina finally stopped 
struggling.  "Did you fuck her yet ?"  Carol asked me.

    "No, I think I over did it this afternoon with Mrs. Tamarack.  How'd you 
do with the stud this evening ?"

    Christina just lay there on her side with her head in her hands, probably 
wishing she could disappear.  "Two more times.  He was hornier than this 
afternoon.  Says his wife doesn't take care of him.  Wants to see if we can 
get together tomorrow."

    We both just stared at the naked Christina.  "She cum yet ?"  I just 
nodded my head.  "You know Mr. Tamarack, you must give the best head in the 
universe.  Walter says he's eaten her for hours and she never cums.  He ate me 
like crazy tonight...pretty good too...but hardly in your league."  She paused 
and then began again, "Wanna share..."  She let the sentence and it's meaning 
dangle in the room.

    I nodded and Carol rolled Christina on her back.  She brought her hands 
away from her face and looked almost scared.  Carol bent over and buried her 
face in Christina's bush.  I leaned over and started sucking on her tits.  She 
struggled momentarily but then resigned herself to the fact that she was going 
to get the shit fucked and sucked out of her.  In less than five minutes, she 
came.  Her shrieks filled the room and I fed her my cock to keep her quiet.  
She used a lot of teeth and it was more annoying than anything but it kept her 
quiet.

    Carol jumped off the bed and got the dildo out of her suitcase.  She was 
strapping it on as I wrestled Christina to her knees and kept her working on 
my cock.  She was getting a little better.  I had a hand wrapped in her short 
hair and was guiding her head up and down.  At least she wasn't using her 
teeth as much.  When Carol got on the bed with the dildo sticking out in front 
of her, Christina looked back, bolted and rolled off the bed.  We both 
wrestled her back on to the bed.  Carol finally got between her legs and I 
helped guide the dildo into her.

    Carol started slow but quickly picked up the pace.  After about five 
minutes of steady fucking, Christina wrapped her legs around Carol and was 
fucking back.  She filled the room with a combination of Dutch and English.  I 
was getting turned watching the two of them fuck and squiggled on down so that 
they could both use their mouths on my cock.  I was a ways away from being 
hard enough to fuck either of them but the idea of fucking Carol while she 
fucked Christina was turning me on.

    Carol got off her and told me to sit up by the head board.  Christina was 
now eager to get to her knees and get the dildo back into her.  I put a hand 
on her head and she was sucking me while Carol fucked her senseless.  I had a 
mild orgasm as they both sucked me after Carol got tired of fucking her.  I 
couldn't remember whose mouth I was in at the time as I was alternating 
between two very wet, hot cunts with my mouth.

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

    Christina left about two or so.  Carol and I slept late and blew off going 
to the island.  We didn't see hide nor hare of Walter and Christina or Tanja, 
for that matter, the whole day and I figured they probably checked out.  Carol 
asked at the desk and was told, "No, they're still registered."  An uneventful 
day passed and the next day we sailed out to the island.  Our last day at the 
resort.  Carol knocked at their door early in the morning to see if they 
wanted to go but got no answer.  I tried calling them on the phone.  Oh !  
Well, win a few - lose a few.

    That night, after a terrific day at "our island," sunbathing in the nude, 
Carol and I resolved to spend a quiet evening in the room - sitting on the 
balcony, smoking some hemp, drinking Pacificos and snacking on the left over 
food in the refrigerator.  We were both giggling and laughing at something 
neither of us could remember when I spied Tanja looking through the 
landscaping that separated our balcony from our neighbors.

    "Well...Hello Tanja."  I called out.  Tanja put her finger to her lips and 
I shut my mouth.  She crawled into the vegetation and crossed over into our 
balcony.  It was just getting dark, the horizon a real deep magenta with a lot 
of pink in it.  Tanja sat down in one of the chairs and stared at the roach in 
the ash tray.  I smiled, got up to take a piss and get another joint.

    When I got back, Tanja was still staring at the roach.  Carol said, "Tanja 
and her family went fishing all day today.  She says that mom and dad are busy 
now in the bedroom, fucking."  Tanja looked embarrassed when Carol mentioned 
"fucking."  The words must be similar in Dutch.  Maybe she didn't think Carol 
would tell me.

    I started laughing.  Carol lifted a leg and started rubbing my shin.  I 
reached for the roach and torched it.  We passed the roach back and forth in 
silence.  Carol kept glancing at Tanja.  Tanja didn't seem to notice but I 
sure did and my cock was growing in my pants.  We were well into the second 
joint and higher than kites.  I was kind of pissed as I brought several more 
and would have to flush them down the toilet tomorrow.  No sense trying to get 
a couple of joints through customs when I had about two hundred joints and 
about half a pound buried at a beach in SoCal.

    Tanja was wearing a pair of shorts and a bikini top.  Her breasts hardly 
filled the cups but I was dying to get her out of her clothes and into the 
bedroom.  I was positive that Carol wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of 
her tonight and was eager to watch them get it on.  I was damn near hard 
enough to fuck her now.  I stood, my cock clearly outlined in my shorts.  
Tanja was looking right at it and I had to tap her on the shoulder to get her 
to look at my face.  I held out my hand and she took it and then looked over 
at Carol.

    I held out my hand to Carol and guided the two of them down the hall.  The 
look of lust on Carol's face was priceless.  My cock felt strong.  When we got 
to the bedroom I pulled off my shorts and "T" shirt and got up on the bed on 
my back.  These two ladies were going to pleasure me a lot tonight.  I wanted 
to watch them undress.  "Carol, take her clothes off."  Tanja was staring at 
my hardon.  I was stroking it a bit.

    Tanja's shorts came down first, followed by her top.  She was a beautiful 
young lady.  Totally blond - not much pubic hair but waist long blond hair and 
thin as a rail.  I bet her hips and waist measured the same.  Her breast were 
just small mounds of flesh topped with just a hint of areolae and nipples so 
tiny that you could hardly make them out.  Carol was naked and put her arms 
around Tanja.  "Kiss her, Carol."

    I watched as Carol started at her neck and worked her lips and tongue all 
over her upper back and shoulders.  I could actually see her nipples harden.  
What a contrast - Carol all tanned, with large, dark areolae and nipples, a 
dark, very hairy bush standing next to Tanja - all fair with little hair and 
all of it blond.  I was as hard as rock.  I moved to the end of the bed and 
buried my tongue in her navel.  She went off, grabbing my by the hair and 
pushing my face down to her crotch.

    I pulled them both on to the bed and scrambled between Tanja's legs.  She 
spread them for me and I buried my face in her almost hairless groin.  She was 
wet and gooey when I tasted her.  I looked up and found her and Carol 
frenching.  Carol was feeling her breasts and Tanja was doing the same to her.  
I licked up and down her slit, alternating between tongue fucking her and 
teasing her clitoris.  She had thrown a leg over Carol and I had unrestricted 
access to her cunt.  I was fingering her and teasing her clit with my tongue 
when she came.  Most of it was Dutch but the words a woman makes during orgasm 
are almost international.

    I was still hard and decided that now was the time.  I slowly got to my 
feet off the edge of the bed and then crawled up between Tanja's legs.  Carol 
looked up and said, "Let me do it, Willy."  I pulled Tanja's legs up to my 
shoulders and felt Carol's hand on my dick.  She rubbed the head all around 
Tanja's cunt and then finally whispered, "Now...Willy."  I pushed a little and 
was in one of the tightest cunts I've ever been in.  It seemed much tighter 
than the other night and then I was fucking her.

    Tanja was screaming and shrieking.  I was pumping my cock in and out of 
her like crazy.  She was hot, wet, tight, gooey...She was fucking great.  
Carol's hand was on my shoulder, "Slow down, lover."  I stopped pumping all 
together and just gazed at the young woman below me.  Her mouth was open 
gasping for air, her eyes closed in concentration.  I could feel her cunt 
around me like a glove.  I started fucking her again and didn't stop until she 
was screaming again and I was jerking and spasming around on top of her like 
someone had taken a cattle prod to me.  I finally rolled off of her - spent.  
My crotch felt like a nuclear explosion had gone off in it.

    I rolled over in a ball and watched as Carol climbed between Tanja's legs 
and began eating her.  Tanja initially just lay there but in a few minutes or 
so started to wiggle around on the bed.  After the orgasm I just had I figured 
I was done for the night but now watching the two of them I wasn't too sure.  
Carol was really chowing down on the young thing and yes...I was feeling the 
stirrings of another hardon although it was far from a done deal.

    Tanja was being quite vocal when Carol lifted her face from the young 
lady's crotch.  "Had enough rest, baby ?"  I laughed as she rolled Tanja over 
and pulled her to her knees.  "I bet she'd love to suck on your cock, Willy."  
I laughed some more but scooted over so that the young lady's face was above 
my groin.  She didn't need any coaxing and gobbled up my soft dick.  Carol was 
smiling, when I could see her face that is, as she took long swipes at Tanja's 
behind.  "Oh !  Willy, you should see this beautiful thing's asshole...So 
small and tight...And not a hair on it."

    I could feel the blood rush to my cock and Tanja noticed it too as she 
raised her head and smiled at me.  I pushed her mouth back down to my cock, 
her lips spread and she swallowed about four inches of me.  Her head started 
bobbing and I was in Nirvana.  My hips started hunching up into her face and 
Carol whispered, "Not to fast, lover.  I know you want her ass and she's 
almost ready."

    Carol was kneeling next to her off the end of the bed and I was positive 
she had a finger or two stuck up Tanja's asshole.  I was just about hard 
enough to consider it when Tanja spit me out and started filling the room with 
a torrent of Dutch.  She was cuming again and Carol pumped her hand faster.  I 
got off the bed and went to the where Carol was kneeling behind her.  She had 
two fingers buried in Tanja's asshole and was rotating them around and then 
pumping them in and out of her.  I was stroking my cock.

    With her other hand Carol pulled my hand away from my dick and pulled it 
to her mouth.  Jesus !  Her mouth felt like someone had just cum in it.  Her 
tongue was running around my cock, lubricating it.  Occasionally she'd spit on 
it and the swallow me again.  Carol pulled me by the cock until I was standing 
behind Tanja's ass.  I was mesmerized watching Carol's fingers disappear in 
Tanja's asshole.  She pump them in and out for a few moments, then bury them 
in her and rotate her hand back and forth like she was stirring something.

    I finally pulled her hand away from Tanja's ass and started to line myself 
up.  Carol laughed and grabbed me by the wrist.  I looked over at her as her 
mouth encompassed my cock again.  When she came off me, my cock was coated 
with saliva.  Carol took the base of my cock and as I spread Tanja's ass 
cheeks, placed it against her anus.  I pushed and slid up the crack of her 
ass.  I laughed.  Carol coated my cock again with her mouth and then held me 
against Tanja's hairless asshole.  I pushed and the head of my cock popped 
into her anus.

    Tanja's head came up off the bed and she screamed.  I pushed harder and 
forced about three or four inches into her.  The screaming stopped, replaced 
by very heavy breathing - almost panting.  I pulled out again and her 
sphincter almost forced me out of her anus.  I pushed again and buried myself 
in her.  Oh !  Jesus !  Her asshole was so tight.  I started fucking her.

    When Carol saw that I wasn't going to fall out, she got up and walked to 
the head of the bed.  She arranged herself so that Tanja's head was right in 
her crotch and then scooted down as she raised her head.  Tanja didn't make 
much noise after that.  She was too busy eating Carol's very hairy pussy.  
Occasionally she lifted her head and uttered a string of Dutch but I figured 
she was just cuming.  Watching her anus with my cock sliding in and out of it 
was just about all I could stand and with a mighty finish I had an orgasm that 
left me withering on the floor.

    When I came back to the here and now Carol and her were going 69.  Carol 
had the cheeks of her ass spread and I could see her wide open asshole 
spasming open and closed as Carol reamed out her cunt.

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

    I woke as we started our descent into LAX.  I had a smile on my face and 
Carol's head on my shoulder.  I shook her awake.  She woke with a start and I 
whispered in her ear, "Have a big night...last night, Mrs. Tamarack ?"  She 
smiled up at me and leaned over and gave me a big kiss.  "I vaguely remember 
you talking that young lady into fucking you with that big dildo of yours.  
Was I just stoned or what ?"

    "You must have been stoned, Mr. Tamarack."  Yea !  Right, Carol.  We 
grabbed the first shuttle bus to John Wayne airport and called my parents.  By 
six we were sipping margaritas at the Tamarack's and looking forward to 
something other than shrimp.  We spent a week in Newport Beach; shopping, 
goofing and generally just fucking around.

    It took us two days to build a frame for the mattress that I wanted to put 
in the back of the van.  Carol kept asking, "...why it had to be so fucking 
high ?"  I showed her when we drove down to Pendleton and spent the night at 
S.O. Ten.  We cooked hamburgers on my new barbecue and drank beer until 
sunset, then took a nap - woke at midnight and started digging.  I told her 
the story of the Vietnamese young lady who stowed away in the van when I came 
down to bury the stuff.  After we stowed all the growing equipment under the 
frame, Carol found the money and the dope - then the VCR, the computer, the 
camera and finally the tapes.

    "You figure this is why the guy sent the Vietnamese chick with you ?"

    I just nodded my head and started taking off my clothes.  Even in the cool 
March air we had worked up a sweat and I wanted to go swimming.  Carol 
followed my lead and the two of us walked hand in hand down to the ocean.  
After a quick dip in the sea, we ended up in the back of the van and made 
love.  Afterward Carol asked me, "You gonna leave me here like you left her ?"

    I laughed and whispered, "Not a chance, Carol.  You give better head than 
she did."

    Carol grabbed me by the penis and whispered back, "Better watch yourself, 
Mr. Tamarack.  One false move and I'll have to chew it off."

    We woke late in the afternoon and drove straight through to Las Vegas.  I 
felt better than I had in two years.  I had totally forgotten about Connie and 
Rich, the drug bust, Wayne Montana, wandering around the country with my head 
up my ass, my trip to the orient and most importantly my cancer.

    Carol brought me back with, "Yo !  Willy...What the fuck !  Do you know 
you've got a hundred and six thousand dollars and change in this B-4 bag ?  
And what are all these video tapes of.....Oh !  Jesus ! They're not what I 
think they are...Are they ?"

    I laughed real loud and yelled into the back, "Probably...I didn't know 
there was that much money there."  I hadn't told her yet about my travels.

    Carol climbed over the front seat.  "Do I get to see the video tapes ?  I 
bet they're real nasty...Aren't they ?  And where did you get the money ?"

    I just laughed again and then in a very serious voice said, "You thought 
any about getting your license and living in Las Vegas and..."  I let it hang 
in the air, not really knowing how to continue.

    Carol snuggled up close to me and said, "...and...what, Mr. Tamarack ?"

    "Well...You know...Living with me and working and..."

    "You guys always get hung up on the and..."  She leaned over and kissed my 
cheek.  "What are you going to be doing while I'm working ?"

    "Growing the most dynamite dope in the world and taking care of your every 
whim."

    "Why do I have to work if you've got all this money and growing all this 
dope ?  Where'd you get the money ?"

    "Like I said, Carol, it's a long story.  Growing dope is a pretty laid 
back life style and I think you'd get bored with it.  Your real estate license 
would give you something to do to keep yourself busy.  Like growing dope keeps 
me busy.  If you can stay a couple of days in 'Vegas, I'll tell you the whole 
thing but right now all I want to do is get settled in the condo and take 
about half of these tapes to "Wildman."

    "What's 'Wildman' got to do with the tapes ?"

    "Another long story, Carol.  How'd we get on this...I thought we were 
talking about you coming and living with me ?  Well...Can you stay for a 
couple of days ?"

    "I'll stay as long as you like, Mr. Tamarack.  I think I have some things 
to tell you also...before we see 'Wildman'...ok ?"

    I reached over and rubbed her thigh.  Carol kissed me on the cheek again 
and the sign for Route 146 flashed by.  It was close to eight when we pulled 
into the drive way of my place.  I had driven around the area for ten minutes 
before finally getting to the condo - nothing suspicious.  I hopped out of the 
van and went in the front door.  In just a minute or so the garage door 
started up and Carol drove the van into the garage.  The condo smelled musty, 
like no one had lived in it for a while.

    I told Carol to open some windows while I sat at the breakfast room table 
and wrote Mrs. Abernathy a note.  I slipped out the front door and crossed the 
street to put it in her mail box.  When I got back, Carol wanted to know where 
I'd been.

    "Inviting a neighbor over to dinner tomorrow night.  We've...I mean, I've 
got to do some shopping tomorrow.  I don't think there's jack in the ice box."

    "We got time to watch a video, Willy ?"  Carol had an impish smile on her 
face.

    I laughed and moved over to the stereo and started pushing buttons.  I was 
surprised it all still worked.  Being a stupid shit, I forgot to pull the 
plugs in my haste to get out of town.  I got all the shit working and then 
plugged in a tape that I was sure Carol would remember.

    The screen filled with static and then I watched a very nude Carol walk 
into a room filled with mattresses.  She was accompanied by two men, both of 
them were sporting rather impressive hardons.

    From behind me, I heard, "Oh !  Shit...I don't fucking believe it...Where 
the fuck did you get this ?"

    "You've seen it before, dear, or were you too stoned to remember ?"

    "I usually am, when I'm with you."  She was watching herself damn near 
swallowing a very fat, uncircumcised cock.

    I walked over to her, cradled her in my arms and kissed her.  "Would you 
rather watch 'Wildman' fuck a couple of teeny boppers ?"

    She started laughing and we ended up on the floor, pulling each other's 
clothes off.  We finally made it to the couch and after we both came, Carol 
said, "Can we watch 'Wildman' now ?"

    We screwed again watching our friend, "Wildman;" the man, with a cock the 
size of a small baseball bat, screw the fuck out of two teenage girls, cuming 
all over their faces and pussies.  I knew one of them, I'd fucked her in Idaho 
and I wouldn't mind meeting the blond.  She was a nasty little bitch.

    The video continued and Carol started telling me about her and "Wildman." 
Oh !  So many years ago.  It wasn't a very long story and I tired to stop her 
several times but she kept putting her finger over my mouth.

    When she stopped, I said.  "Maybe I ought to put you over my lap and whip 
your ass a bit...Is that what you want, Carol ?  I don't give a shit what 
happened with you and 'Wildman' way back when.  Jesus...I've done the same 
fucking shit.  Did you forget that I was the third guy in that orgy we just 
watched with you as the star ?  Is this going to change things between us.  I 
certainly hope not and I hope you can go with me when I go to 'Wildman's' to 
give him the tapes."

    She shook her head back and forth and then up and down.

    "Well, what is it ?  You ok with this or what ?"

    Carol told me she was ok with it and then I spent the rest of the night 
telling her about the year or so I spent on the road.  I didn't leave out a 
thing; coming off the mountain after being fucked over by Rich and Connie, the 
bus trips, the cancer, Jamaica, the dope deal, Ogden and Lucy, growing dope in 
Idaho, the transcript scam, surfing my way down the coast, going to the 
Orient, coming back to Las Vegas a couple of months ago with the young girls 
and working the video arcades, meeting Erin when I got busted.  Well, I did 
leave out the part about watching Carol and Rich and Kyle plus the two black 
make-believe cops.  There was a lot of sex and dope and more sex and more 
dope.

    Carol was sleeping with her head in my lap when I finished.  I laid down 
next to her on the couch and grabbed some "z's."  The doorbell woke us at a 
little after one.  I staggered off the couch, struggled into my clothes and 
went to answer it.

    "Oh !  Willy...I'm so glad you're back !"  Mrs. Abernathy exclaimed as she 
threw her arms around me.  "I just got the mail and your note.  What can I 
bring ?"  I finally disengaged from her and told her nothing.  I'd take care 
of everything.  I found Carol standing behind me just watching.  I introduced 
Dorothy to Carol.  They were both very formal and I finally convinced Dorothy 
that she didn't need to bring anything.  She left after I told her that I'd 
just as soon not have anyone know I was in town.  She winked at me as I closed 
the door.

    "How come you didn't tell me about Dorothy ?  Eh...Willy...You giving 
Dorothy a little cock every now and then ?"  I chased her around the front room 
for a few minutes and then said, "Fuck it !"

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

    The minute Dorothy left, I left Carol to do the wash and headed for the 
Smith's up on Sunset.  I spent an hour or so shopping and arrived back with 
lots and lots of bags of groceries.  Carol and I put the groceries away and I 
started cooking.  Carol kept kidding me about Dorothy Abernathy with comments 
like, "Am I gonna have to share you with her ?" - "Does she do girls, too ?" - 
"Does she give good head ?"  Each time I would chase her around the front room 
or kitchen and give her a whack on the fanny.  Each time she'd come back with 
another comment.

     I asked Carol to call Karen's number before Dorothy arrived.  I didn't 
expect her to be there but wanted Carol to ask for her best friend, Monica's, 
where-abouts.  Carol did as she was asked and after what seemed like ages, 
started writing a number on a pad of paper by the phone.  I dialed it as soon 
as she hung up.

    "Hello."

    "This is Willy Tamarack.  Is Monica there ?"

    "No...She's got class 'till...Hey !  Peggy Sue, what time does Monica get 
home ?"  There was a long pause and I could hear someone talking a long way 
off.  "She usually gets home about four or four-thirty."

    "How about telling her Willy called.  I'll call her tonight about nine."  
I figured that Dorothy would be gone by then.

    When I got off the phone, Carol asked.  "Now, who's this Monica ?"

    "You don't remember...The weekend we went up to Connie's cabin...The young 
lady we spent the night with and performed all types of perversions with !  
Come now, you must be smoking too much dope, Carol."

    "Oh !  That Monica...You sure have a lot of girl friends, Mr. Tamarack."

    "Just trying to keep up with you, Miss Whitouski."

    Dinner with Dorothy went splendidly.  She got mildly smashed and I walked 
her home, fully expecting Carol to rib me unmercifully when I got back.  I 
wasn't disappointed.

    I called Monica as soon as I got back from Dorothy's.  The phone was picked 
up on the first ring with a very tentative, "Hello."

    "This is Willy Tamarack.  Is Monica there ?"

    "Willy ??  Is this really you, Willy ?"

    "How you doing, Monica ?  Jesus, you must be a sophomore now.  Wow !  How 
time flies when you're....."

    Monica interrupted me with, "We heard you were dead, Willy.  You sure 
you're ok ?"

    "Couldn't be better, Monica.  Did a little traveling and...you remember 
Carol ?"

    "Sure...she's that friend of yours from the military, right !?  That's 
the last time I saw you....When she was visiting."  Boy !  Did I remember that 
night.

      I remembered that I had once invited her flying but hadn't had the time 
to follow through.  I asked her if she remembered and finally invited her over 
for dinner the following night.  I went on to chat with her for a while about 
Karen and school.  She asked, "Carol gonna be there tomorrow ?"  I assured her 
she would and then Monica told me she could come over tonight.  I said that we 
had been traveling a bit and were plum tuckered out.  Monica broke the 
connection with, "See you tomorrow, Willy."

    The next morning I was up bright and early.  I called my friend with the 
airplane and after shooting the shit with him for a while told him that I was 
pretty sure I owed him some money.  He agreed.  I left Carol at the condo and 
drove out to Henderson Sky Harbor.  I settled up with my friend and gave him 
twenty five hundred dollars - on deposit - because I had stiffed him for 
almost two years.  I ended up talking him into sitting in the right seat as I 
flew the Cessna 172 around the traffic pattern a couple of times.  It felt 
good to fly again and it wasn't 'till I was on the way back to the condo that 
I wondered if my physical was still current.

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

    I spent most of the afternoon explaining my future plans to Carol and 
cleaning house.  I was amazed the condo was so filthy.  Shit !  No one had 
lived in it for almost two years.  Carol was curious about what we were going 
to do this evening, with Monica.  I told her it was a surprise.

    Monica arrived about four-thirty.  I got the girls to pile in the van 
right after she arrived and we headed off to the airport.  Both Carol and 
Monica were quiet on the way.  I was sure it was because they didn't have a 
clue where they were going but it may also have been that the only thing they 
shared was me and neither of them was too sure of her place.  Well, Carol was, 
kind of, but not really.  The sun was low on the horizon when we arrived at 
the airport.  After I did a quick walk around, I put Carol in the back and 
Monica in the front next to me.

    After take off, I turned to the west and leveled off below the Terminal 
Control Area as I headed toward our destination.  Both the ladies were 
excited, especially Monica who had never flown in a light airplane before.  I 
turned North once I was clear of McCarran's airspace and in no time we were 
climbing toward Mount Charleston.  We spent about a half an hour flying up and 
down Lee and Kyle Canyons as the sun set and it started to get dark.

    "That's where I want to move to, Carol."  I yelled over the noise of the 
engine.  Carol moved forward to the back of the front seat and put a hand on 
my shoulder.  "I want you to find us a place up in the mountains...some place 
right around here."  I was banking the airplane right and left as I flew low 
level over the forest.

    It was almost dark when we approached Las Vegas again and I requested a 
"Strip" tour from approach control.  Both Monica and Carol were like school 
girls, squealing and pointing here and there, as I piloted the 172 down the 
strip at four thousand feet.  The lights were almost blinding, twinkling and 
flashing on and off - the only Las Vegas, most people ever saw.

    On the way back to the condo, I torched up a joint and the three of us got 
pleasantly stoned.  We goofed and sipped margaritas as The Byrds played on the 
stereo.  Carol cooked some cheese crisps - we had the munchies.  I wasn't sure 
how to precede and was a little hesitant to say or do anything.  While the 
three of us had been intimate with each other before - that was a long time 
ago and times were always "a changing."

    When Carol went into the kitchen to make another cheese crisp, Monica 
scooted over next to me on the couch.  "You and Carol gonna get married ?"  The 
question surprised me as I felt I hadn't treated Carol any differently than I 
used to.  Maybe Carol had talked with Monica ?  I figured not and chalked it 
up to women's intuition.

    Carol came back from the kitchen and sat next to Monica.  "What are you 
two conspiring about ?"  I started laughing and torched up another joint.  
Monica started laughing.  Soon all three of us were laughing like school kids.

    When it got quiet again, I said.  "Carol and I were wondering if you could 
spend the night with us ?"  Both Monica and Carol were smiling and then they 
looked at each other.

    Carol put her arm around Monica's shoulder and said.  "There's something 
we have to tell you about Willy...."  She proceeded to tell her about the 
cancer and my sometimes failings in bed.  The conversation continued through 
dinner.  Monica informed us that she was looking for a place to stay for the 
Summer as her roommates were all either moving back home or going out of town.  
Carol looked over at me and winked.  I invited her to stay with us but said I 
wasn't sure how long we would be in the condo.  Monica said she could always 
move home and visit us on weekends.  She had to attend Summer school if she 
was going to graduate in three years and that was her goal.

    We ended up in the big sunken tub in the bathroom, smoking another doobie.  
Monica was really interested in my scar and spent a lot of time inspecting it 
through my sparse pubic hair.  It was still growing back from the operation.  
She looked over at Carol, who was sitting across the tub, then slid to her 
knees at my feet and sucked my soft penis into her mouth.  I was real stoned 
at the time and it was a few seconds before I realized it had started.

    I reached down and ran my hands through her dark mane of hair.  It was 
shorter than I remembered.  Her tongue was painting my penis and I was 
starting to get hard.  Monica was digging her tongue right under the crown of 
my cock and I started wiggling my ass about on the edge of the tub.  Carol got 
up and sat by me, "Having a good time, Mr. Tamarack ?"  I just smiled.

    I was about three quarters there when Monica got to her feet.  The water 
cascaded off her body and what a body it was.  She was several inches taller 
than Carol and a little thicker around the hips.  Her breasts stood out 
proudly on her chest, just a teensy bit larger than Carol's with large, dark 
areolae and nipples, the size of thimbles that stood out about a quarter inch.  
Her bush was dark and thick, like a forest on her lower belly.

    "Let's go to bed...now."  Whether we were too stoned or too captivated by 
Monica's body, Carol and I didn't move.  Monica finally grabbed both of us by 
the hand and dragged us out of the tub.  We spent a few minutes drying each 
other off; that's when I kissed her and then Carol and then the two ladies 
kissed each other.  Our hands started roving over each other's bodies and I 
couldn't get enough, rubbing their asses and finally slipping a finger into 
each of their pussies from behind.  Carol started to go to her knees but I 
pulled her up and the three of us walked arm in arm to the bedroom.

    To say it was an orgy is probably an overstatement but there was a lot of 
sex happening on the big king size bed in Willy's bedroom that night.  We 
formed a triangle with my head between Monica's legs as she ate Carol and 
Carol sucked on my cock.  Monica's pussy was wet and juicy when I finally 
parted all the hair and buried my tongue in between her cunt lips.  She came 
very quickly and I could hear her muffled cries as she licked and sucked on 
Carol's twat.

    It took a while but I was in no hurry.  I finally got hard when both of 
the ladies started sharing my cock and once hard, wasted no time climbing 
between Monica's legs and burying myself in her liquid warmth.  She felt 
tighter than the last time but that was so long ago.  I was in for a ride, 
that I was sure of, for as soon as I was settled in her she became wild below 
me bucking up to meet my every thrust.  I settled on my hands above her and 
watched her breasts giggle around on her chest.  Occasionally Carol would lean 
over and suck on Monica's nipples or kiss her.  It seemed to me that she came 
about a hundred times but it may have been the dope.

    I finally spent myself and as soon as I slipped out of her, rolled to my 
back.  Carol was giggling.  There were goose bumps all over Monica's chest.  
"Willy, get the dildo, honey.  I need to get fucked."  I jumped off the bed 
and came back wearing it.  Monica was up on her elbows, her legs still spread 
and I could easily see the gash of her pink cunt between her legs.

    "Oh !  Willy, that was good."  Monica whispered.  She was running her 
fingers through her pubic hair as if not believing that I hadn't filled her 
with semen.  It was like she was just coming back to the present.  Shit !  I'd 
been out of her for several minutes.  God !  Was Willy's dope good or what !?

    I got on my back and held the dildo up.  "Monica...How about eating Carol 
while she bounces up and down on this ?"  Monica's face lit up as Carol 
straddled me and rubbed the head of the rubber cock between the lips of her 
cunt.  When she filled herself with it, she leaned back and brought her feet 
up next to my knees.  Her crotch was totally spread and Monica scrambled to 
get between our legs.

    "Oh !  I can do both of you this way."

    Carol laughed, "Come on, Monica.  Do me first.  You two have already got 
off."  Then she started thrusting back and forth on the rubber cock that was 
strapped to my crotch.  In just a few seconds she was going wild, egging 
Monica on, as the young lady licked and sucked on her cunt.  I brought my 
hands around her and pinched and rolled her nipples with my fingers.  It 
didn't take long and she came.

    "Aaaagh....Ooooh !  Fuck...Heeeere I come."  She was really riding me and 
I was wondering how Monica was managing to keep her face in Carol's crotch.  
She finally collapsed on me and I reached down and rubbed my finger up and 
down the crease of her cunt, massaging her clit.  She shook a little more and 
then I felt a warm, wet mouth on the head of my cock.  In a few seconds, 
Monica was becoming a contortionist.  Her lips were sucking as much of my cock 
in her mouth.  I was getting hard.  The dildo was still in Carol's cunt and I 
started thrusting.  Monica's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking on my 
dick.  She was taking more and more of my strengthening cock with each passing 
second.

    I pushed Carol off of me and started undoing the dildo straps.  I threw it 
to Carol and told her to strap it on.  Carol's eye's were slits, whether with 
lust or dope; I didn't care.  There was a tube of KY on the night stand as the 
dildo often made Carol very dry.  I motioned to it and she started slathering 
a liberal amount on the rubber cock.  Monica's head was bobbing over my groin.  
I watched her lips sliding up and down my now very hard cock.  Carol handed me 
the tube of KY when I motioned for it again.

    "Carol, I want you to fuck Monica, honey."  Carol was more than ready and 
pulled her off of my cock.  I started beating off with the jelly.  Carol 
rolled Monica over and was positioning herself between the young lady's legs.  
Monica let out a little scream when Carol poked the dildo into her and then I 
was behind them pulling then by their legs to the end of the bed.

    Monica had her legs wrapped around Carol's hips and waist as Carol's legs 
were now hanging off the bed.  I watched her cute butt pump the rubber cock in 
and out of Monica.  Monica was going crazy, rolling her head back and forth on 
the mattress and keeping up a litany of expletives.  "Monica, spread Carol's 
ass."  I rasped out.  My cock was hard in my hand and got harder as Monica 
revealed the jungle of curly growth between Carol's butt cheeks.  I laid on 
top of them and angled my cock toward where I thought Carol's asshole was.

    It took me three tries but I eventually got the head of my cock in her 
anus.  Then the fun really began.  Carol was screaming like it was the first 
time I'd been in her ass.  I started thrusting in and out of her tight butt.  
I could feel Monica's hands still spreading the cheeks of Carol's ass apart.  
Carol was no longer thrusting.  I was doing all the work.  The sweat was 
pouring off of me.  I could feel it roll down my sides and arms as I pumped my 
cock in and out of Carol's asshole.  It seemed like it took me forever to get 
off.  Both of the girls had cum several times and were frenching with each 
other, their moans and groans somewhat muffled as they had their tongues deep 
in each other's mouth.  My hips were a blur and then I was there.

    "Oooooh !  Shit...Fuck...Shit...Fuck !  I'mmmm fucking cuummmming !"  I 
screamed as my entire body shook with the intensity of my orgasm.  Carol's 
asshole was spasming around my cock, forcing it out of her anus, when I became 
aware of the surroundings again.  I was spent and fell to the floor.  Later I 
woke between the two women.  I saw the dildo on the night stand, the shaft 
still slick with Monica's cunt butter or maybe it was KY ?

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

    The three of us were very subdued the next morning.  Monica blew off class 
and we spent a quiet morning snuggling in bed.  I brought up "Wildman" and 
Carol got real excited, telling Monica about him.  Monica was sure Carol was 
bullshitting her about the size of his dick so I went and got one of the tapes 
and we watched "Wildman" fuck the shit out of that little blond thing.  This 
time "Wildman" was her teacher, giving her extra instruction.  Both of the 
girls got horny watching the tape and tried to talk me into fucking them.

    I laughed as I scampered out of bed, "You two damn near killed me last 
night.  I'm saving myself for tonight.  I don't want to be a limp dick at 
Gary's and that's what I'll be if I allow you two to get your hands on me."  I 
headed to the shower and when I got out; found Monica, with the dildo strapped 
to her, fucking the living shit out of Carol - doggie style.  I went to fix 
breakfast, maybe it was more like lunch.  If I stayed and watched, I knew I'd 
join them.

    The ladies joined me about an hour later.  Carol said the young thing 
couldn't keep her hands off of her.  Monica yelled, "Bullshit !  I think it 
was the other way around, honey.  You can't keep your hands off this dynamite 
bod of mine."  Carol slapped her on the butt and the three of us ate in 
silence, sharing a day old newspaper.  I thought, maybe I was in paradise.

    A couple of hours later, I called "Wildman."  We shot the shit for a while 
and when I came back into the kitchen I said, "Well, ladies, there might be a 
change of plans.  'Wildman' is back with his wife and his son is living with 
them.  He's a sophomore in high school."

    Carol started laughing uncontrollably, "Well, Willy, what's good for the 
goose is good for the gander, honey.  You can't count on your toes and fingers 
the number of high school sophomores you've done, I bet.  Plus, if his name is 
Al ?  That's the name on those other tapes, Monica.  I bet he's as hung as his 
dad...What do you say Monica ?"

    "Yummy !  I can almost taste him now, plus he's probably not as big as his 
dad.  A good warm up !"  She was giggling and we weren't even stoned yet.

    "Aah...Ladies, what about mom ?"  Silence filled the kitchen.  "Hey !  
Carol where'd you put the Hornitos that we brought through customs ?"  I 
yelled back to them as I rummaged around in the liquor cabinet.  I was eager 
to go.  I wanted to deliver the tapes to "Wildman" and thank him for doing a 
favor for Carol while I was traveling about.  We were soon in the van heading 
up Frenchman's Mountain.

    Close to an hour after talking to "Wildman" on the phone; Carol, Monica 
and I were standing on Gary's front porch, ringing the door bell.  Monica was 
holding two boxes of pizza.  I was carrying a case of beer, like a surfboard, 
under my arm and had my B4 bag slung over my shoulder.  Carol was carrying 
nothing and as soon as Gary opened the door, threw her arms around him.  
Monica and I giggled as we trooped past Carol and "Wildman" into the house.  I 
noticed how embarrassed "Wildman" looked and wondered if it was such a good 
idea to bring the girls.  I didn't want to fuck up Gary with his old lady.

    When we arrived in the kitchen, I found, what I assumed was Gary's wife 
and Al plus a young girl.  I couldn't suppress the grin that broke out on my 
face - such a delectable young thing.  Then I noticed Gary's wife...Jesus !  
She was built like a brick shit house - tits, out to here !  Oh !  Were nasty 
thoughts filling my head ?!

    I stuck out my hand and said, "Hi !  I'm Willy Tamarack.  You must be Al.  
Gary's always talked a lot about you."  Al took my hand and shook it, not 
knowing what to say.  "I'm an old friend of your dad's."  I turned to what I 
assumed was Gary's wife and continued, "You must be Gary's wife.  I don't 
believe we've met."  I shook the lady's hand and then introduced them to 
Monica.  Al finally got a word in edgewise and introduced Wanda and Diane to 
Monica and I as Gary and Carol entered the kitchen.  I was busy popping the 
top on some suds and passing cans around.

    As I was taking the bottle of Hornitos out of the B-4 bag, Gary introduced 
his wife to Carol.  Wanda started laughing as Carol quickly dropped her arm 
from around Gary, "I hope you don't think you're the only "other" woman in 
Gary's life, besides me, that is ?"  She was still laughing and everyone 
joined her.

    Nobody thought tequila went too well with pizza so the bottle remained, 
unopened, on the kitchen counter along with the pizza as everyone moved out 
onto the patio.  I was busy, talking about the time that Gary and I got so 
fucked up we couldn't talk out on the patio, just goofing on the lights of the 
Strip.  While talking about that time so long ago, I produced one of my 
cigar-like looking joints, rolled in green marijuana leaves instead of rolling 
papers and started passing it around for everyone's approval.  Diane eyes got 
real big as she inspected it.  She was visibly impressed and came over and sat 
by me on the couch as I spun my tale.

    As soon as I finished with my yarn, she said, "I really like your pony 
tail, Willy...Al you ought to let your hair grow out."  Al said something 
about how hot it was with a football helmet on.

    When he finished, I looked right into her eyes and said, "Diane, you are 
the best looking young lady I've seen in...a long while."  Carol burst out 
laughing and everyone joined her.  I finally lit the joint and it started 
making the rounds - the pizza was forgotten.  Well, everyone has a microwave 
now-a-days, don't they !?

    No shit !  Within three rounds of the joint, everyone was stoned - real 
stoned - everyone, that is, except Gary.  He had sworn off the evil weed as 
his preparation for the airlines didn't allow it.  The level of conversation 
dropped dramatically, interspersed with a little giggling and laughing, as 
everyone climbed inside themselves and sought their own Nirvana.  Gary laughed 
that loud laugh of his and spooked everyone - everyone but Willy, that is.

    I picked up the B4 bag at my feet and headed for the kitchen and another 
beer.  I motioned for Gary to join me.  When the two of us were in the kitchen 
I lifted the bag up on the kitchen counter and opened it.  I started taking 
out VCR tapes.  There were eight of them.  Gary handed me a beer.

    "These look familiar ?"  I asked Wildman.  Gary shook his head from side 
to side.

    I continued, "Well, I ripped these off from a guy and his wife in Idaho 
last Summer.  They're rather entertaining.  Being the perverted cock bite I 
am; I've watched them several times.  I'll tell you, Wildman, you've got one 
big cock dangling between your legs.  I'd cut my pony tail off and swear off 
dope forever if I could grow half the cock you've got.  Shit, I'd do it to 
have a dick the size of your son's.  From what I've seen on these tapes, your 
son is hung like a horse, too.  Now I know why Carol goes ape-shit every time 
I mention your name."  Gary started to say something but I waved him off.  
"Now, I can't guarantee that there aren't copies of these floating around but 
these are the originals and now they're yours."

    I took a long swig of my beer.  Gary was silent for a few moments, not 
sure what to say.  He finally blurted out, "Where'd you say you got these ?"

    "From a couple in Idaho.  I was fucking their daughter and well the three 
of us kind of got together and made some porno films and then I found they had 
these and didn't think you'd want them floating around....so, I got'em real 
stoned one night and split with the tapes."

    "Thanks, Malibu.  I can't...."  I waved him off again.

    "Don't say a thing, Wildman.  You'd do the same for me.  That's what 
wingman are for.  Plus, I owe you one for what you did for Carol while I was 
gone.  You didn't have to do that.  I appreciate it.  That's why I brought 
Monica tonight.  I kind of thought the four of us could party together.  I 
didn't know you were back with your wife until I called."

    "Aah...Willy...My wife is pretty cool with a little fucking around.  We've 
had some pretty wild parties over here since we got back together."

    I smiled a great big cheshire cat grin, looked out on the patio and noted 
that no one had moved since Gary and I had left.  Neil Young was singing "Long 
May You Run" on the stereo when I turned back to Gary.

    "I know your son's a player.  How about his girl friend ?"

    Gary laughed that loud laugh of his and said, "Yea, Malibu !  She's a 
player.  How about Monica ?"

    My face lit up with that cheshire cat grin again as I fished another joint 
out of my shirt pocket.  "Aah...Yea, you should have seen the three of us last 
night.  Hey !  Wildman, those fools on the patio will be zoned for a while.  
Let me tell you about my travels...Oh !  Shit, I almost forgot to tell you.  
I've had cancer or have cancer.  I can never figure it out and I don't think 
anyone else can either."

    The kitchen got real quiet.  "Cancer ??"  Gary gasped.

    "Hey !  Shit, it's not that bad.  I had an operation to cut it out last 
December and I'm feeling great...a hundred percent.  It's just sometimes I 
can't get a hardon but Carol and I'm working on that...getting better 
everyday.  It's prostate cancer.  Now, I don't know how much..."

    I was interrupted when Carol and Wanda walked into the kitchen.  "What are 
you two low lifes talking about in here ?"  Wanda bellowed out as they came 
through the door.  "Shit...Diane can't get over how great your weed is, Willy.  
Carol says you grow your own ?"

    When neither of the us said anything, Wanda asked.  "What are you two up 
to ?"

    I looked over at Gary and when he didn't say anything, I told her I had 
cancer.  Another silence filled the kitchen and Carol came over and put her 
arm around me.  I passed her the joint.  I continued with my narration 
concerning the ambiguities surrounding prostate cancer.  I ended with the 
thought that I hoped I was cured and that Carol and I were working on the 
impotence.

    "Wow !  Are we...I can't keep this horny fucker out of my knickers or 
anybody else's for that matter."

    "Yea...Well, you do a pretty good job yourself."  I laughed and the frost 
that had formed in the kitchen melted somewhat.

    It wasn't but a few minutes before Wanda asked, "Well, what movies did you 
bring us to watch ?"

    Carol and I started laughing uncontrollably.  "Wildman" looked 
embarrassed.  Wanda looked puzzled.  The youngsters came in from the patio, 
wondering what all the racket was about.

    "Aah...Wanda...You remember I told you about Tina and her cousin, 
Jennifer...And her parents were kind of into home movies..."  Wanda looked a 
little embarrassed now as she walked over and inspected the tapes.  Al looked 
real embarrassed.  I noticed that Diane looked real interested.

    "Gary, I don't remember you telling me there were so many ?"

    "Well..."

    Diane interrupted with, "Aah...Willy, can we watch them ?"

    I just smiled and nodded over toward Gary.  "Wildman" hemmed and hawed a 
bit and then asked if anybody else was interested ?

    "Monica and I have already seen them.  Willy, why don't you take Wanda and 
Diane into the TV room and watch the tapes with them ?"  Carol had a great big 
shit eatin' grin on her face.

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

    I was settled on the couch in "Wildman's" front room.  Wanda was on one 
side of me and Diane was on the other.  The credits were just completed and 
filling the screen was Jenny and the little blond.  So, her name was Tina.  It 
appeared they were studying or something ?  The conversation was as inane as I 
remembered the other videos were.  Both the women were silent, watching the 
video.  I wondered what Gary, his son, Carol and Monica were doing ?  I 
imagined they were all naked in the hot tub and both of the ladies were 
getting their brains fucked out.

    On the TV screen, Jennifer was pulling her pants and panties down.  I felt 
a tingling in my crotch as her furry brown bush came into view.  I looked to 
both sides of me and found both Wanda and Diane mesmerized by the action on 
the screen.  Jennifer soon had the fingers of one hand roaming through her 
pubic hair.  She told Tina how good it felt.  Tina wasted no time and joined 
her and now both of the girls on the screen had their pants and panties down 
around their ankles.  Tina's pussy was bare, her cunt lips clearly visible as 
she rubbed a couple of fingers up and down her slit.  I could have sworn that 
she had a dark little bush in some of the other videos I'd watched.

    "Oh !  Wow !  Tina shaved her pussy."  Diane exclaimed.  I wondered how 
familiar Diane was with Tina's pussy ?  I started to get a woody.

    Soon the two young ladies on the screen were fingering their brains out 
and then Jenny reached over and started playing with Tina's pussy.  It didn't 
take long and Tina was doing the same for her.  Jenny brought her hand to her 
mouth and sucked on the fingers that she had just pulled out of Tina's cunt.  
Tina kept fingering Jenny.  She was really working on her.  Jennifer had her 
legs spread and was just slowly licking her fingers as Tina's fingers banged 
in and out of her hairy cunt.  As if on cue, Jennifer was on the floor and 
spreading Tina's legs.  There was a great close up of her tongue first making 
contact with Tina's bare cunt.  Soon she had Tina's ass moving all over the 
couch as she licked up and down her slit and teased her clitoris with her 
tongue and fingers.

    Again, as if on cue, Jennifer got up and moved over Tina in 69.  Both the 
girls were bare from just the waist down, their blouses and shoes still on.  
The camera moved from one end of the couch to the other getting some great 
shots of their tongues in each other's pussies.  Tina was reaming out 
Jennifer's asshole and my cock was growing down one leg of my jeans.  I looked 
over at Wanda and found her still mesmerized by the action on the screen.  I 
stared at her tits.  I had a hard time believing they were the tits of a forty 
year old.  They appeared so youthful, sitting high on her chest and pushing 
her blouse out almost grotesquely.

    "What the fuck is going on in here !?"  Made me jump.  I initially thought 
it was "Wildman."  It was but he was on the screen.  He was yelling for Tina 
to go to her room and reading the riot act to Jennifer.  Tina left the room, 
carrying her pants and panties.  The camera man gave us a great shot of her 
cute little butt as she walked down the hall.  Jennifer was starting to pull 
her pants and panties back on but then Gary was forcing them back down her 
legs.  He pushed her back onto the couch and then started undoing his pants.  
Jesus !  I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans.  When it 
sprang out of his jeans, the women on either side of me gasped and I'm sure 
they've seen Gary's cock plenty of times before.

    Gary wasted no time pulling Jennifer's face to his monster cock and told 
her to suck it.  She did.  As her lips were sliding back and forth on Gary's 
cock, he pulled her blouse off over her head and now she was naked.  Her tits 
were just about perfect - big apples on her chest with no hint of sag.  The 
areolae dark brown, nipples erect.  He started massaging them with his hands 
as she sucked on his cock.  She had both hands wrapped around it and was still 
taking about three or four inches in her mouth.  God !  What a cock "Wildman" 
had.  When he took off his shirt I knew that Jennifer was going to get her 
brains fucked out.  He pushed her to her back on the couch and crawled up 
between her legs.  The camera man got a great shot of Gary burying his cock in 
her cunt.  Her scream would have been very impressive if I hadn't seen her 
fuck about a dozen other guys before.

    As Gary started fucking the shit out of the teenager on the screen, I felt 
Diane's hand grasp my thigh.  I looked over and found her staring at the 
screen.  I put my arm around her shoulder and let my hand rest on her left 
breast.  I could feel her nipple through her blouse and bra.  I started to rub 
it and then captured it between my fingers, just pinching it a bit.  Her hand 
moved higher on my thigh and ran into my growing cock.  I moved my hand to the 
buttons of her blouse and opened the top two, slid my hand inside her blouse 
and bra and went back to pinching her left nipple.  I could feel goose bumps 
on her areolae.  Her hand was now stroking my cock through my jeans.  I was as 
hard as rock.

    I was watching her face the whole time and when she looked up at me, I 
kissed her and forgot all about the video on the TV screen.  We were frenching 
wildly.  My other hand unbuttoned the remaining buttons and pulled her blouse 
out of her shorts.  I pushed her bra up above her tits and lowered my face to 
her right tit.  While I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could and 
ran my tongue around her areola and nipple, her hand started working on the 
fly to my jeans.  My right hand wandered down her stomach, to the waist band 
of her shorts.  She sucked in her waist and my hand was inside, sliding toward 
her crotch.  She had a hairy bush and I ran my fingers through it until she 
spread her legs.  Her cunt was wet and one of my fingers slid right into her.

    I had started finger banging her and she was working on the button of my 
jeans when I heard, "I don't think anybody is watching Gary and his bimbos any 
more.  I'm going to turn it off."

    I broke the kiss with Diane and watched as Wanda got up off the couch and 
started toward the TV.  I went back to kissing Diane and kept my finger 
fucking in and out of her.  She had the front of my jeans open and I lifted my 
hips as she started to tug them down my legs.  I felt another pair of hands 
start yanking my tennis shoes off.  I looked down and found Wanda, naked as a 
jay bird, kneeling at my feet.  I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.  They 
were large melons of flesh topped with large brown areolae and nipples the 
size of grapes.  They were jiggling as she pulled on my pants legs.  Her bush 
was a tight triangle of black hair at the junction of her thighs.

    "Hope you don't mind if I join you two."  It was a statement not a 
question.  She was smiling and I smiled back at her.  When Diane leaned over 
and sucked my cock into her mouth, I threw my head back against the couch.  
Diane had sucked a cock or two in her life; I was positive of that.  Her lips 
were like a suction cup around the shaft of my cock.  She'd suck my cock into 
her mouth and then slide her lips almost off of my cock as her tongue teased 
my entire length.  Wanda was busy pulling my pants off and then started to 
work on Diane's.

    As soon as Wanda got Diane's shorts off, she spread her legs and buried 
her face in the young lady's crotch.  After just a few seconds of eating her 
she looked up and said, "Oh !  Willy, she's so wet."  I laughed and damn near 
had an orgasm as Diane's head started bobbing in my lap.  I pulled her off me 
and got to my feet.

    As I was taking my shirt off I told Wanda to get on the couch.  As soon as 
she did, she spread her legs and I dropped to my knees.  Diane was busy taking 
off her blouse and bra as I buried my tongue in Wanda's hairy twat.  She was 
sopping wet, her cunt lips almost greasy.  I ran my tongue from her clit to 
her vagina and continued to lather her with my saliva.  Her hands were in my 
hair and when I looked up I found Diane sucking on her tits.  I couldn't get 
over how firm they looked and leaned over and sucked the tit that Diane wasn't 
working on into my mouth.  These were grade "A" tits or my name wasn't William 
Buffalo Tamarack.

    My hand found it's way to her cunt, filled her with two fingers and 
started to pump them in and out.  Her breathing increased.  I dropped back 
down to her crotch and sucked as much of her pink meat into my mouth as I 
could.  She had started to hump her hips into my face when I moved over to 
Diane and spread her legs.  I could see where her pubic hair was matted with 
Wanda's saliva or maybe it was her cunt butter.  I ate her, finally lifting 
her leg and working my tongue down to her asshole.  It was a tight little bud, 
surrounded by a lush growth of pubic hair.  I reamed it out good and then 
eased a finger into it.  My thumb found her cunt and I pumped both of them in 
and out of her.

    During all this activity my cock had gone limp and I was anxious to get it 
hard again.  I rose and grabbed both of them by the hair.  They needed no 
coaxing and were soon sharing my half hard pecker.  Wanda got off the couch 
and started to lick my thighs and ass while Diane just kept her lips sliding 
back and forth on my cock.  Wanda had my butt cheeks spread and was licking 
and poking her tongue into my asshole.  I wanted to fuck one of them but was 
way past the point of no return.  My orgasm started in my crotch and slowly 
worked it's way along my penis.  It felt like an electric current, rushing to 
the head of my cock.  I grabbed Diane's head and started spasming.  She had 
almost my entire dick in her mouth.  I was shaking - like I couldn't control 
my body.  I could feel my orgasm in my legs, my stomach, my back, my ass, my 
neck.

    When I came to, I was on my back on the floor.  Diane and Wanda were on 
each side of me, rubbing my stomach and chest.  I was still breathing hard.  
Diane whispered, "Aah...Willy did you cum ?"  Wanda laughed then kissed me and 
said, "Wana go in and join the others ?"

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

    The three of us found Carol and Gary in the hot tub.  Al and Monica were 
nowhere to be seen.  When Gary saw us coming through the kitchen, he waved.  
Carol bounded out of the hot tub, bare ass naked.  I assumed that Gary was 
naked also.  Shit !  His wife and son's girl friend were.  So was I.  Carol 
rushed up to me and threw her arms around my neck.  Wanda and Diane jumped 
into the hot tub.

    "Have fun, Willy ?"  Carol whispered.  "We could hear you all the way in 
here.  Gary got a gigantic hardon listening to the three of you."

    "Did you have fun ?"  I asked.

    "I've been waiting for my favorite guy."

    I had a hard time believing that but wasn't about to say anything as I'd 
just spent about an hour with the host's wife and his son's girl friend, 
watching porno flicks and sucking and eating everything in sight.  I looked 
over at Gary, Wanda and Diane.  Gary was up on the side of the hot tub and the 
ladies were taking turns sucking his cock.

    "Think you can get it up again, honey ?"  Carol asked.  She had a hand 
running through my pubic hair.  I put my arms around her and kissed her.  
After a short kiss, she whispered. "God !  You taste like pussy, Mr. Tamarack.  
Aah...Willy, I want you both...I want you to fuck my ass while I'm riding 
Gary...Ok ?"  My cock started to get hard as she wrapped a hand around it.

    "Oh !  I think you like the idea."  I hadn't said a word yet, watching the 
two, I was with earlier, suck on Gary Cahill's cock.  It looked even bigger 
than in the videos I'd watched.

    Carol turned to the hot tub and yelled out, "Come on people, it's party 
time !"  I laughed.  Gary was up off the side of the hot tub, taking his wife 
and Diane with him and the five of us played grab ass as we walked down the 
hall toward the back of the house.

    When I entered, what I figured was Gary and Wanda's bedroom, I found 
several futons all over the floor.  I saw Monica on one of them.  She was on 
her knees, between Al's legs, sucking on his cock.  Her cunt was visible 
between the cheeks of her ass and I could see some of his spunk running out of 
it.  As if Carol had this planned, the five of us pulled a couple of futons 
together and then got down on them.  Diane went down on Gary and Wanda wasted 
no time getting between Carol's legs.  I appeared to be the odd man out until 
Carol motioned me over to her.  She started sucking my cock.  I was in a 
watcher's paradise.

    I wasn't sure I was going to be any good until Al pulled Monica out of his 
crotch and she moved her over to Gary's cock.  Diane gave way and scooted over 
by me.  She was on her knees next to me and whispered in my ear, "I love oral 
sex."  I kissed her until she slithered down my body and got under my spread 
legs.  Al was slowly fucking Monica as she sucked on Gary's dick.  I started 
to get hard as Diane started licking my balls while Carol kept my cock in her 
mouth.  Wanda was licking Carol like there was no tomorrow and I was there.  
As if it was choreographed, Carol disengaged from Wanda's mouth and moved over 
to Gary.  She pulled Monica's face out of Gary's crotch and straddled him.  I 
watched as she guided his mammoth cock into her pussy.  Gary thrust a couple 
of times but I felt that was just to get situated in Carol's cunt.  He reached 
back and spread the cheeks of her ass.

    "Come on, Malibu.  What's keeping you ?"  He laughed that loud, obnoxious 
laugh of his as I knee crawled, my boner bouncing in front of me, over to 
Carol's ass.  I took a hold of my cock.  I was afraid it wasn't hard enough to 
get into her.  Wanda crawled over and sucked my cock into her mouth and Diane 
was rubbing herself up against me.  When she slid her hand between the cheeks 
of my ass and massaged my asshole with one of her fingers, I felt my dick 
hardened as blood rushed to my penis.

    Carol looked back and almost yelled, "Come on, Willy...Fuck my ass, 
lover."  I crawled forward a bit and pulled Wanda's mouth off my cock.  I 
could just make out Carol's asshole in the jungle of hair between her legs.  I 
forced the head of my cock against it.  My cock slid up the crease of her ass.  
I tried again and the head of my dick popped into her asshole.  Jesus, she was 
tighter than hell.  Just like some of those young things I'm always going 
crazy over.

    I pushed forward and buried myself into her as far as I could.  "Feels 
like you're in, Malibu."  I nodded my head, almost afraid that I'd slip out 
when Gary started thrusting.  "You ready, Carol ?"  Gary asked and when she 
nodded her head; he started thrusting his gigantic cock in and out of her.  I 
could feel it moving through the membrane that separated her anus from her 
cunt.  His thighs were rubbing up against my thighs as he fucked the shit out 
of her.

    Carol threw her head back and screamed, "Ooooooh...Fuuuuck me !  Come 
oon...You studs !  Aaaaaagh...Yea...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck !"  Pretty soon the 
three of us were chanting "fuck" at the same time.  I started thrusting, no 
longer afraid that I was going to be squeezed out of her asshole.  I was 
packing her fudge like there was no tomorrow.  Gary came first and I could, no 
shit, feel his monster cock spasm in her cunt as he pumped her full of spunk.  
Carol was next and was bellowing like an animal, bucking back and forth 
between the cocks that were filling her cunt and asshole.  I wasn't far behind 
and if I thought I lost control in the front room earlier; it was nothing like 
what occurred now.  I was fucking to beat the band when my whole body started 
jerking around.  I was just along for the ride.  I could feel Carol's 
sphincter spasming around my cock as I had it buried in her and then I was 
totally filled with a warm feeling as I lost consciousness and fell to the 
floor.

    When I came back to the here and now, I found the room was an orgy of 
bodies.  Carol was rolled up into a little ball on a futon by herself.  Diane 
was sucking Al while he stood in front of her and Monica and Wanda were 
straddling Gary's body - Wanda on his face and Monica riding his cock.  They 
were sucking each other's tits.  I crawled over to Carol and frenched with her 
ear before saying, "Want to shower ?"  She giggled and we got up and headed to 
the shower.

    While soaping up, I felt between her legs - there was a flood of semen 
leaking out of her cunt.  I slid three fingers into her and I'm sure I could 
have forced another one into her.  I pumped them in and out a bit and then 
offered my hand to her mouth.  She sucked all three cum soaked fingers into 
her mouth.  We went back to the bedroom.  Al was fucking Diane while Monica, 
Gary and Wanda just laid back, watching the show.

    Gary looked over at me and laughed, "Fucking young guys...Always trying to 
impress their elders."  I started laughing.  Wanda and Monica left.  They came 
back with Gary's ginseng wine, another joint and Carol's strap on dildo.  We 
shared the first two and then Wanda held up the dildo and said, "My turn 
fellows !"

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

    Carol, Monica and I spent the night at "Wildman's" that evening and Monica 
missed another day of class.  I promised Gary and Wanda that when Carol and I 
got settled, we'd have them over for a house warming.  Wanda made Gary and me 
promise that we'd have plenty of studs over so that she didn't always have to 
wait her turn.  Carol laughed and seconded the motion.

    .....The next morning Carol and I drove up into the mountains after 
dropping Monica off at UNLV.  I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to find a 
place that suited my purposes and was already thinking we may have to move 
further North, maybe Reno or Tahoe.  Carol was confident that we could find 
something here, plus she said, "We'd be fools to leave the Sodom and Gomorra 
of America to live in Northern Nevada."  She had a point but I had to find a 
cooler place in the Summer time than Las Vegas.

    We spent three days driving back and forth and had just about covered 
every place that was for sale up in Kyle and Lee Canyons.  The real estate 
agent we were using was an older woman, pretty close to Mrs. Abernathy's age 
and Carol kept teasing me about wanting to get it on with her.  It was lunch 
on our third day of looking and I was discouraged.  We were eating in the 
lodge and the real estate lady was telling us that we had seen just about 
everything.

    She described a couple of other places that I knew right away, wouldn't 
meet the criteria I had set and we were about to part when she mentioned an 
old "A" frame that needed a lot of work.  We followed her to the place and I 
was immediately interested.  The road to the place traveled through a dense 
forest for about a quarter mile before opening up into a little draw.  The 
road was in poor shape and needed to be graded.  The woman, her name was 
Martha, told us that was one of the reasons the place was for sale.  Sometimes 
the road was almost impassable during the winter - if there was a lot of snow.

    The "A" frame was built right into the side of the draw and I was really 
interested now.  There was a small car port under the right side of the "A" 
frame and a steep set of stairs that lead up to a patio that was built onto 
part of the draw.  The patio ran the width of the front of the structure and 
you entered the house from the patio.  I was already mentally putting a hot 
tub on the patio that was supported by the draw.

    It was rather small inside - really, just two rooms - a large communal 
area encompassed most of the main floor with this real old wood stove just 
about in the middle of the empty space.  Over in the back was a small bedroom 
with a real small bathroom and closet.  Martha was going on about this and 
that and I wasn't paying much attention until she mentioned the fruit room 
that was under the rear part of the structure.  She lead us over to a trap 
door in the floor and down we went on a rickety ladder.

    The fruit room had a bare electric bulb hanging from the ceiling and 
shelves lined the walls on both sides of the room.  It was about ten feet long 
and I figured about six feet wide if you got rid of the shelves.  Perfect !!  
I was sold and made Martha an offer immediately.  She was right, it needed a 
lot of work but this was the place as far as I was concerned.  To top it off, 
there was a loft built over the bedroom and I was already imagining about six 
people up there rolling around on several mattresses - fucking and sucking 
until the cows came home.

    .....Special Agent Wayne Montana received the call late the day before.  
The condo manager out in Henderson told him he'd seem Mr. Tamarack several 
times in the last couple of days and was sure he was living in the condo 
again.  Wayne had arrived early this morning and just missed catching Willy as 
he and Carol left to look at more real estate.  Wayne hung around most of the 
morning and was on his way out to grab a bite to eat when the condo manager, 
Anthony, flagged him down.  They were shooting the shit about how fucking hot 
it was when Anthony got this excited look on his face and pointed to a white 
van turning into the complex.

    I was excited as I drove down the hill, explaining my plans to Carol.  
Carol expressed her doubts about the winter time and I told her that's what 
four wheel drive vehicles were for.  We were turning into the complex when I 
spied Anthony pointing toward my van.  There was a man, dressed in a suit and 
tie, with him.  The man grabbed Anthony's arm, pushing it to his side and just 
stared at us as we drove by.  I stared back and there was no doubt, in my 
military mind, that I had just met Mr. Wayne Montana, Special Agent of the 
Drug Enforcement Agency.  I laughed as I drove the long way around to the 
condo, organizing my thoughts.  Too bad they couldn't enforce people to do a 
little dope every now and then - the world would probably be a better place to 
live.  Carol was chatting about this and that when I told her to be quiet and 
listen up.  I talked non-stop until we pulled into the garage.

    Monica met us at the door to the garage.  She was excited, as she had been 
baking chocolate chip cookies with marijuana since getting home from class.  
She could hardly wait for us to try them.  I laughed my ass off for a few 
seconds and then told her we were going to have company in a few minutes and 
briefed her on what I wanted her to do.

    The door bell rang and I went to answer it.  "Mr. Tamarack."  It wasn't a 
question and I could tell that he recognized me.

    I looked him right in the eye and asked, "And who might you be ?"

    "Wayne Montana, Special Agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency.  Can I come 
in ?  I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you."

    "Could I see some identification, please.  And could you tell me what this 
concerns ?"

    He looked flustered and reached for his wallet.  "I'm trying to establish 
your where abouts during the month of February of this year."  He stated as he 
opened his wallet and showed me his ID.

    I considered asking him to take it out of his wallet but figured that I 
had scored enough points for the opening round.  Instead, I stepped aside and 
led him to the front room.  He sat on the couch and I sat in my favorite 
chair.  "Fire away, Wayne."

    He was in the process of establishing my presence in Atlanta back in 
February, talking about the apartment I was staying in and had just asked me 
why I never checked out; when in walks Carol.  She was wearing short shorts 
and a see-through blouse.  I watched as her breasts bounced around in the 
blouse, her dark nipples clearly visible through the material.  Her butt 
cheeks peeked out below the short shorts.  I glanced over at Wayne and found 
him staring too.  She looked good enough to eat.

    I got up and introduced Wayne to my wife, Carol.  Wayne was a little 
tongue tied but quickly got back to the subject at hand.  I admitted that I 
had been in Atlanta and had not returned but went on to say that I had paid in 
advance for three months so I was wondering what this was leading to ?  Wayne 
told me he'd get to that, when in walks Monica in Carol's string bikini - on 
the way to the pool - Yea !  Right !  I introduced Monica as my daughter and I 
could see that Wayne was confused and didn't know what to say.  I'm sure if 
Wayne had done his homework he would know that I lost my family several years 
ago.  Monica's tits were billowing over the top of the bikini top and were 
really hard to keep your eyes off.  Her ass was totally bare with just the 
string visible above her butt cheeks.

    Monica went on and on about how she had baked these dynamite chocolate 
chip cookies this morning and went to get some for us.  I thought Wayne's eyes 
were going to pop out when she bent over and offered him some.  While I'm sure 
Wayne felt he had the advantage when he entered the house and I agree, he did.  
The playing field was now becoming level and I hoped, would be tilting my way 
in a short while.  Monica sat on the couch with Wayne as he ate his cookie.  
Carol was sitting at the bar.

    "Now where were we, Wayne ?  I asked.

    "Aah...Yea...Mr. Tamarack..."

    I interrupted him with, "Call me, Willy, Wayne."

    "Yea...Mr...Aah...Willy...Did you travel to Jamaica during the month of 
February of this year ?"  I answered in the affirmative and he continued to 
detail that there was a record of me leaving the country but no record of me 
returning.  I explained that I went with my neighbors, the guy's name was 
Tom...I couldn't remember the girl's name.  I looked over at Carol, "Honey, 
she was the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen, blond all over with blue 
eyes.  You would have loved her, Carol."  Carol laughed and Wayne looked 
confused.  Monica offered him another cookie and scooted over next to him.

    Wayne wanted to know how I got back to the states ?  He went on to say 
that my finger prints were all over some suitcases that contained several 
hundred pounds of cocaine found in an airplane crash at a drug bust in the 
state of Alabama.  I knew that was bullshit as the suitcases were out of the 
plane when I crash landed it a couple of miles from the bust.  I told him the 
last time I'd been in Alabama was to attend Air Command and Staff College and 
I assured him that the air force frowned on the use of cocaine but I did 
remember helping Tom and "what's her name" carry some suitcases down stairs 
the day they checked out.

    As to how I got back to the states: I told him, I'd hired on as a deck 
hand on a very rich lady's yacht and sailed through the Panama Canal back to 
my parents home in Southern California to have my cancer treated.  It was 
about a six month trip and since then I've been recuperating and making future 
plans with my new wife and her daughter.

    I could see it in his eyes.  Wayne had lost his concentration and couldn't 
keep up with my story.  There were too many half truths and contradictions.  
And I'm not even talking about the visual distractions.  If Monica had put all 
the dope, I gave her this morning, into the cookies; in just a few minutes, 
Mr. Wayne Montana would be stoned as fuck and then the fun would begin.

    "I suspect that you piloted that airplane...."  That was the last coherent 
thing Wayne said.  When Wayne failed to continue his thought, Monica scooted 
over a bit closer to him and told him he was wearing a real nice suit.  She 
was rubbing the fabric of his lapel.  He couldn't take his eyes off of her 
breasts.  I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned, Carol 
was on the couch on the other side of Wayne.  Monica's top was off and Wayne 
was sucking on her tits as Carol was struggling to pull his coat off.  Carol 
had taken her blouse off and was topless also.  I went to get the VCR camera 
and spent the rest of the afternoon filming Special Agent for the Drug 
Enforcement Agency, Wayne Montana, fucking and sucking with my "wife" and 
"daughter."

    Several times Wayne looked up from what he was engaged in and tried to 
focus his attention on the guy who was moving around the room filming his 
debauchery but he never could quite make up his mind to do anything about it.  
Ol' Wayne, Baby was one tired mother fucker - make that a mother and daughter 
fucker when he left my place at a little after five.  I escorted him to his 
car and handed him a package; told him to open it before he headed back to the 
home office.  I assured him that it would answer all his questions.

    In the package was a copy of the tape I'd made of him fucking Carol and 
Monica along with the letter that Erin got for me, about being an undercover 
agent for the L.A.P.D.  I included a short note.

              Wayne,
              This ought to clear up the Tamarack investigation and
              close the case.  If you have any further questions,
              I'd be more than happy to answer them.  Drop by any time.
              My wife and daughter would love to see you again.  Good
              hunting.

                                          William Buffalo Tamarack
                                          Major, U.S.A.F. Retired

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    It was mid-May - just a couple of weeks before Memorial Day Weekend.  The 
weather was warm in the desert - up over a hundred every day in Las Vegas but 
it was quite pleasant up at the cabin, only in the mid-seventies.  I had just 
finished the "weed" room as Carol called it and had about fifty small sprouts 
working their way to plants.  I'd hired a couple of guys to help me renovate 
the inside of the cabin and Carol and I were planning our house warming.  The 
cabin was just about finished and was really "tits" but I'll have to tell you 
about it another time.

    Just yesterday, I received one of those tube canisters in the mail.  Since 
I'd been spending just about every day and night up at the cabin, Carol 
brought it up this afternoon.  She'd convinced me to keep the condo and had 
been spending her time in town working on her real estate license for the 
state of Nevada and looking for a sponsor to get her into the business in Las 
Vegas.

    "Come on, Willy.  Hurry and open it."  I was struggling with one of the 
end caps which was wrapped with tape.  I finally got it open and pulled the 
thick paper out.  It unrolled on it's own.  My heart started beating faster as 
I saw what it was - a two foot by three foot mural, in full color, of me 
streaking across this huge wave at Launada Bay.  My hand was in the wave - the 
wave was coming over just behind me and I was looking up at the section that 
was forming in front of me.  Shit !  It had to be twenty feet if it was a 
foot.  Well, ok, maybe more like fifteen feet.  It was just as I remembered 
it.  There was a Surfer Magazine and a note included.  I read the note.

              Willy,
              Ran into a woman named Connie.  She brought the
              mural and magazine by and wondered if I could get
              them to you.  Check out page 72.  You made Surfer
              Magazine !  My best to you and Carol.
                        Erin

    "Wow !  Willy, is that really you ?  Now, I'm really pissed that you 
didn't have me come out and stay with you before your operation."  Carol said.  
Then whispered, "That was nice of both of them."  I went right to the phone 
and called L.A.  I got Erin in a few minutes and couldn't thank her enough for 
sending the mural.  We shot the shit about her sisters for a bit and then I 
stumbled through inviting her up to the cabin for our house warming in a 
couple of weeks.  She was very hesitant and finally Carol took the phone out 
of my hand and told me, I may have had my prostate removed but I could still 
fuck up a wet dream.  She told me to go get a joint.  They were still talking 
when I got back from the kitchen.  I laid on the bed and smoked.  I was real 
stoned when Carol finally got off the phone.

    "That girl really has it for you bad, Willy.  Did you and her ever talk 
about anything serious...like getting married ?"

    I shook my head back and forth.  "Well, I don't know then..."  Carol 
continued.  "She feels very uncomfortable about coming up here with me here.  
Did you tell her we were going to get married ?"  I shook my head again.  "Of 
course you didn't.  You haven't told me yet...And I'm just assuming that you'd 
tell me before it became common knowledge...Which might not exactly be the 
case with a stoner like you."  She laughed and then crawled over on top of me.  
"Well, I finally convinced her to come.  I'm going to call her next week and 
get her flight number and shit.  I'll pick her up at the airport and drive her 
up here.  She's going to arrive Thursday afternoon late...You ever party with 
her ?"

    I laughed and told Carol about my last day of freedom before the cancer 
operation.  "You were probably sleeping when I told you the first time."

    "Yea !  Right, Willy."

                                    #####

    Erin and I were on the sitting on the patio.  It was Friday afternoon of 
Memorial Day weekend.  Carol was putzying in the kitchen.  A vehicle was 
making it's way up the road that led to the cabin.  I could see the dust being 
kicked up.  I figured it was Al and Diane and their friends.  Gary and Wanda 
were coming up tomorrow.  The hot tub was percolating and looked great.  I 
wandered to the railing and lit my first joint of the day.  Shit !  We just 
got up a couple of hours ago.  Last night was utterly fantastic.  Damn near 
non-stop sex from the time Carol and Erin arrived.

    Well, it started a little slow but once it got going it hardly stopped 
until we were exhausted.  That story, too, will have to wait for another time.  
Erin came up and stood by me as Al's vehicle pulled into the clearing that I'd 
had enlarged when I had the road graded.  I waved as Carol came out on the 
porch to join us.  Al waved back.  Carol took the joint out of my hand, took a 
rip and handed it to Erin.

    "Where's Diane ?  Oh !  Jesus, Willy !  She's darling."  Carol squeaked 
out.  And she was - probably about sixteen, tall with long light brown hair - 
not much in the tit department, I thought, but real long legs.  A real good 
looking, tall black kid got out next and the three of them wandered toward the 
stairs that led to the deck we were standing on.

    Introductions were made while we passed the joint around.  Al said that 
Diane couldn't make it.  Her parents were camping out at Lake Mead.  Al 
introduced Jefferson as his best friend.  The young lady was named Sherry.  I 
introduced Carol and Erin to Al, Sherry and Jefferson.  Carol already knew Al. 
Boy !  Did she !  We headed inside and Carol blended some margaritas for us.  
Al was hot to check out the hot tub.  So Carol and he trooped back out to the 
deck and stripped.  Erin didn't look too comfortable but it didn't seem to 
phase Sherry.  She wandered over to the only picture that I had hanging in the 
cabin.  It was the huge mural that Erin sent me a couple of weeks ago.  I'd 
had it framed and Sherry was just staring at it.  Jefferson excused himself 
and said he was going to join the others in the hot tub.

    "Is this you, Willy."  Sherry called back over her shoulder.

    Erin jumped off the couch and rushed over to her.  "Yea !  It is.  I was 
there and watched the whole thing.  Willy caught three waves and..."

    I walked up behind Erin and put my arms around her.  I just gazed over her 
shoulder at Sherry as Erin continued talking about that day, way back in 
December of last year.  It seemed so long ago.  I was much more content now, 
happy even, very happy - everything was going to work out.  I was sure of 
that.  I looked up at the mural - before framing it, I signed it in the bottom 
right corner - Carol had written just above my signature - "signed copy - #1 
of 1." and then notarized it - below that was, "Surf's Up !  William Buffalo 
Tamarack."

                                     end

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