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TWINS IN LOVE

PART 19

"Feel me Kenny, Feel me like I feel you honey." We are finally as one,
like I said. As your father has only had of me." No others, ever!

OOOOHHH Kenny honey. Your manhood feels so wonderful in me.!

"Love me Kenny as I love you now."

Her pussy became wetter as I plunged in and out of her now. My moans of
pure pleasure. Her meeting each of my thrusts with her own and her soft
smile.

OOOOOHHH Mom, this is such...."OOOOHHH.

"Yes! I feel it too honey!" I feel that electricity of my own son
fucking me."

"Yes, shocked to hear me say that?"

"I speak like that with your father Kenny, here in this bed as we love
each other." "I say that, and much more as he loves me." "I know YOU have
never heard me say these words of sex."

"Now, you are in this bed and we are loving each other." Yes, Kenny....I
DO talk like that in this room of our love."

Her pussy was gyrating in circles as we pumped at each other.

After long, long minutes of this intense loving, I felt my cock begin to
start spurting.

"OOOOHHH mom, I'm....OOOOHHH I'm.... "I feel you honey, I feel it
leaving your manhood into me." "OOOOOHHH Let it go honey." I want you in
me."

Her pussy now seeming to give extra caressing, exta urging as I felt
spurt after spurt leave my cock deep inside her. Her hands reaching to
pull me down for a kiss. Her pussy pressing much tighter to me as she felt
my spurts.

Once again her parted lips as she humped softly and milked me of my cum.

Her tits now pressed so hard into my chest, feeling her hardened nipples
and her arms holding me tightly to her through my spasms into her massaging
pussy.

Her gentle moans as we kissed and felt me emptying into her for the very
first time! Feeling so much of her wetness now, as my cock stayed buried
so deep inside her wet warmth.

Knowing she had also cum somehwere through this wonderful union.

Her pussy continuously massaging my buried and softening cock so nicely
as her hands caressed my back and arms.

Long moments of just laying there now.

Still feeling her pussy caressing slowing now. Her touches bringing me
back to the present once again.

"I trust that this will stay only between you and I honey." "You know
what it would mean if...." she said.

"OOOHHH Yes, mom. I understand. I really do."

"Do you want this to happen again honey?"

"Do you want to continue making love like this with me?"

I looked into her eyes only inches from my own. I saw deep desire, a
different expression now, a look of love and hope in her eyes.

I knew that my own eyes must have had much the same expressions.

"Yes, mom, Yes, I finally said. I would really like to do this again if
it's OK with you." This has been so ....so...

"I know honey. I'm having a hard time to explain my feelings into words
also."

"This MUST stay between just you and me honey. There can be NO
expressions from you to me like I have seen you do with Marie or Donna."

Now, I pulled out of her and stood between her legs at the side of the
bed.

Again she stared at my softened cock with a soft smile.

Her tits heaving slightly with her breathing. Her hands now caressing
her them as she smiled up to me. Her pussy still wide open for my pleasure
to view.

"We will have our times Kenny. When it is safe, when I know we can have
time for this once again. Her hands now reaching down to her pussy an
caressing it. Seemingly for my benefit.

Now, she sat up and reached for my softened cock. Smiling softly up to
me, she once again lowered her mouth and sucked me very softly.

After a minute of licking and sucking, she let go and rose to kiss me.
Full on the lips and with her complete naked body now pressed into me. Her
wonderful large tits that I hungered for, now openly pressed into my chest
with complete openess.

"It was wonderful Kenny. Even more than I ever imagined it would be
with you."

"Yes it was mom." My arms holding her tight to me now, in an embrace of
pure love and sex that I never, ever imagined would happen in my dreams.

"Well, time for school honey. You have about twenty minutes."

Both of us now beginning to dress with new smiles of appreciation and
feelings for each other.

Now, openly watching her hanging tits sway as she leaned over to put on
her panties. How erotic! My naked mother openly sharing this personal
part of her femininity.

I know you will be busy with Donna, making love with her as I will also
be making love with your father.

"Enjoy her Kenny. Through whatever time we have, I will help you learn
to pleasure a woman, and then be able to pleasure her even more, honey."

"Let me know when you would like to be with me honey, I will try to
arrange it for us." Just remember you now have to be more of an adult than
ever, and remember to handle your urges with a much more guarded discretion
honey. We can NEVER allow this part of us to be known."

She now came to me and we kissed tenderly once more. Her hand taking
mine to her tit and pressing into it.

"Come to me Kenny when you feel the need." She whispered in my ear. How
soft and tender her whole body was now, as she openly pressed all of it
into mine.

Letting me feel her complete self in this embrace.

I gave her another kiss and then a sincere look of NEW love as I parted
to leave for my school tests.

My head was spinning faster than Haley's Comet. Now, this new life long
dreams and fantasy of making love with my own mother had really happened.

I was actually inside her, watching her face as she fucked me!

OOOOHHH , I shivered now, just recalling her movements as I went in and
out of her. Her tender soft words in my ear as she felt me sliding in and
out of her pussy. My MOTHER'S pussy.

OOOOHHHH. Karen went through my mind. How much I loved her, my own
twin. Now, she too sharing our sex together. Cindi also at anytime I
might need her.

Marie, and most of all DONNA.

There was no way I could handle all of them with any sanity, I thought
as I balnkly found my classroom seat.

Words of instruction from the teacher as she passed out the test forms
and answer sheets. How important this was right now. I MUST clear my head
for this test.

There are .....judges on the U.S Supreme Court?

The number of Representatives in the U.S. House are determined by what
manner?

I have this sewed up, I thought. When do I get to the hard stuff? All
in all the full test took less than 30 minutes and I was out of that class
onpy to repeat it over again in Chemistry.

I was done with both tests for this day by noon, but still had not been
able to catch up with Stan.

I did see Karen for a few moments changing classes and Her, Cindi and
Donna were kicking around the idea of going to the mall for a while after
school. They didn't feel like going to our spot at the river today.

I kissed her quickly while we had the chance and remembered to give her
what money I had on me to give Donna in case she needed it.

Since I was done for the day, I went home. I was certain of the
Government/History test, but a few tricky questions on the Chemistry test
haunted me.

I was unsure of a couple key answers. I made a note to recheck them
when I got home.

Mom was just coming out of the basment again with another load of
clothes. Our "NEW" set of smiles for each other kicked in right away.

"Oh, your finished already honey." "Yeah mom." I think I got through
both of them pretty good. I was worried about the chemistry though. if I
can pass THAT, them I'm certain of the rest."

I told her of meeting Karen and that they were all going to the mall
after school for a couple hours.

I took the basket of clothes from her again and went upstairs with it.

I could see much of my own stuff on top, and karen;s right underneath. I
took it to my room and was surprised to see mom quietly standing there at
the doorway as I was putting things in drawers.

She came over and laid on my bed as she watched me. Smiling.

She was on her side and asked me, "How do you feel about this morning
honey?"

"Oh mom, I was afraid to bring it up to you." "Oh I am so excited over
it. Over making love with you like we did." "I thought about how nice it
was all the way to school."

Now, the basket was empty and I put it on the floor. Mom sat on the
side of the bed now and opened her arms to me. Pulling me close to her and
pressing her face to my stomach. Her arms around my ass.

My hands went to her hair and face as I caressed her softly.

"I love you Kenny, so very much honey." "I know mom, I know." All of us
have always felt your love.

"It looks like we have unexpected time honey if...."

Her eyes looking up to me, questioning, desiring, hoping once again. I
knew for her to mention it meant that she wanted me.

"Yes, mom. I'd really love to." Her quick smile, and then her fingers
undoing my belt and zipper. Quickly lowering my jeans once again as she
sat there.

She softly caressed my half hard cock as she smiled up to me. I enjoy
doing this Kenny. I have always loved doing this for your father, and
feeling his cum shooting." "Now, I can feel YOU too honey." "I'm amazed at
how close both you and your father are with your sizes." "Yes, If you've
noticed, your dad often makes a beeline to our bedroom after work for me to
do this for him."

"I know it relieves hi tension from the Office, and holds him of until
we both go to bed."

"We both have "OUR" look too honey." Often I will look at him and we
smile at knowing we are both thinking about me just finishing sucking him
just a few minutes earlier."

"I've noticed some of those looks mom. I kind of figured they meant
something special to both of you."

Both her hands were caressing my cock and balls softly now as she
lowered her warm mouth to my cock once more.

Again, the shock of electricity as I watched my mother sucking my cock
into her warm mouth.

Watching her head move up and down. Feeling her lips as they went
completely down to the base of my cock and make it disappear.

Now she raised her head, "Yes, honey, I have always enjoyed doing this
for your dad."

"Do you want to be in me now Kenny, or would you like me to finish you
this way?"

Both her hands and fingers were cradling my balls now and softly
caressing them as she looked up to me for an answer. "Its up to you mom. I
would like to, really I would."

"OK honey. I think we have enough time. Its quite early in the
afternoon yet."

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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Makin' Movies
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Fm interr oral anal)(Mf oral anal)(FM MFmf gang bang interr)(MmF oral)
Language: English

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1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.

!!! WARNING !!!

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

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

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

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

"Makin' Movies"
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(Mf oral anal)
(FM MFmf gang bang interr)
(MmF oral)

by
Frederick T.

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

PROLOGUE

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

The slacks were gray. The socks were plaid...The shoes, penny loafers.
The guy's fly was open and a woman was sucking his cock. He was just normal
size but was really fucking the woman's face. She was about twentyone, maybe
two. Real dark hair that cascaded down around her face, almost resting on her
shoulders. She looked a little heavy but then only her face was showing. Her
eyes were closed as her lips were being dragged back and forth on the cock in
her mouth. Her lip stick was a bright red...A dark, bright red. She was
sucking the guy's brains out.

He took his hands off her head and reached for her tits. The camera
panned out a bit and now you could see his hands, working on the zipper at the
back of her dress. Down it came, exposing a large, wide, white skinned back.
The guy immediately grabbed the black bra strap and fiddled with it a bit. It
finally came undone. He was pulling the shoulders of her dress off. Her
tits were huge...Pillows of breast meat with tiny dark areolae and nipples
about the size of pencil erasures On second look, her areolae were probably
three inches across but the size of the tits made them look small.

He was palming them now, occasionally rolling her nipples with his
fingers. He rasped out. "Let me fuck'em." The woman leaned back and forced
her huge udders together. He squatted a bit and poked his cock up between her
tits. You never saw his cock again. It fucking disappeared. He was really
moving it, though. The woman was being pushed back and forth by his
thrusting. You could just see her chin and lipstick covered lips...Her dress
and bra straps down around the middle of her upper arms.

"Oooh ! God ! I'm cuming...Suck it !" He croaked out. The young woman
let her tits fall apart but too late. The first shot spurted out of his cock
head and landed on a part of her dress.

Hard to tell from this angle where it hit. The projectionist switched
monitors and rewound. He looked at the scene from another perspective. Yea !
This one was better. Her mouth was back on his cock and she was sucking on
his softening cock.

When the woman finished, the guy stuffed his soft pecker back in his
slacks. He didn't bother helping her up. She was busy putting her tits back
into her bra and dress. "Same time next week, Mr. President ?" The guy
laughed and mumbled something then turned and left. The young lady got to her
feet, ran a comb through her hair and then looked at it with one of those
little compact mirrors. She left the scene and the camera zoomed in on the
seal of the President of the United States. A small blob of semen was resting
at about the three o'clock position. The projectionist sat back and pressed
reverse. He wanted to see how it looked from beginning to end without getting
lost in the cutting and pasting.

Sometimes you think you got it right but when you watch the whole thing,
it looks like shit. He torched up a joint...Figured this was going to bring
him about a hundred grand. The actors were amateurs and hardly knew they were
being taped. The cum shot had to be done three times but that wasn't usually
a problem now that he figured out how to stretch them a bit. An eighth of
what he used in the beginning...And they're hard as steel...For about an
hour...And cum by the bucketful's.

He pressed "PLAY" and watched the President of the United States take a
phone call. The President quickly got up and headed toward the camera. The
camera panned the room, finally locating them in a vestibule. It zoomed in as
the young lady went to her knees. This was going to be fucking great ! It
actually looked like the oval office. It'd taken some bread to build but was
worth every penny.

The man looked up and standing next to him, with a hand on his shoulder,
was the grim reaper. "Looks good, buddy...Looks real good..."

CHAPTER ONE

I sat watching T.V...The Clinton Impeachment Hearings...I was rolling a
joint. Time out from editing. Some of these things could take days to do. I
always felt they were better when I was fucking stoned as shit but sometimes
Carol and Erin disagreed. Some representative was going on and on about Bill
Clinton, The President of the United States. I listened for a few moments,
figured the guy had his head up his ass and then torched up the joint.

You know...With a few changes, Bill could have had it made. As good as he
is with people, he could have made a killing in 'Nam. Hey ! It was a
people's war. Towards the end...No one was in charge...Many of us were
checking six, making sure we weren't the last one to buy the farm. I was
sometimes the same way...Who wouldn't admit that they didn't want to be the
last mother fucker to die in Nam ? Who wanted to sacrifice all for those not
sacrificing at home ?

Anyway...Then he could have inhaled with pride, daring someone to throw
the first stone. And the women thing...Shit ! Did many say a word about
Kennedy, the war hero...And even now, the only reason people are talking about
him is because of Clinton ! And Thomas Jefferson...Give me a fucking break !

Anyway, Bill aligned himself with the antiwar faction...Not a bad move.
The real faction...Not the leaders but the faceless masses who accomplished so
much to change the face of the nation...Ended the draft, shrunk our
involvement in the war to just about zero and in the process smoked lots of
dope and fucked around a lot. Probably more significant...Changed the sexual
mores and politics of the United States more than any event in history.

Guy goes to war for a year in 'Nam, leaves his family, brother, sister,
wife, honey, past girl friend and most important his male friends, those he's
really bonded with...Comes home and finds a whole new world...Their attitudes
radically changed on a number of issues...Sex, drugs, career aspirations. He
feels left out, can't catch up...Probably happened a number of times during
the 60's. No parades...No kissing lovelies...Everyone is out making their way
but he's kind of left behind...Two or three years of his life gone...Many
shrugged it off and made up the time...Many didn't. But, I digress.

Back to Bill...Nothing but a politician all his life and yet his net worth
keeps going up...How does he manage to do that ? Public service is not
supposed to make you richer...I think that's what got him in trouble but never
mind...Just about all U.S. males should be indebted to Bill for his deeds or
misdeeds. For the last ten years or so men have been on the defensive. The
slightest remark could get you in hot water, in the office...At the company
picnic...Just about any place where men were in competition with women. There
seemed to be no let up in the risk...You might say something that would
offend...Make a pass at a lady and the next thing you knew she was complaining
about some sly remark that rolled off your lips. She was offended and you
were out of a job or promotion.

Oh ! It probably wasn't that bad. The press, I'm sure, had a lot to do
with building up those events just like they swarmed Clinton on the cunt
thing. The fuckers didn't have the balls to admit they fucked up on the
Jennifer Flower's story. She was a nobody...A cabaret singer...Well,
assholes, that's who he hits on. He wasn't stupid ! Nobody in their right
mind hits on an educated woman...A lawyer, a doctor...Those women are
professionals, have connections...Maybe, feminists...Feminists seemed to want
little to do with the average, common women, who works an eight hour shift
along side her male counterpart. Yea ! Every once and a while they'd
champion the cause of a common woman but most of the press covered the Anita
Hill's and the poor women Bob Packwood molested.

Shit ! The press let their liberal drawers hang out of their pants for so
long...And then when Monica Lewinsky showed up...Paid Clinton back in spades
for their shitty, fucking reporting in the first place.

I was rather shielded from all of it in the service. Not too much of a
chance that Sgt. Whitouski would make too much of a sly remark or an off color
joke...And for the most part, those were the women I served with in the early
years. Officer or enlisted, it made no difference...Sharp, confident, good
looking and most of all competent. They got the job done. Whatever it was.
You worked hard and played hard. Places like Kunsan. Osan. Clark. Yokota.
Kadena. I once heard that you ran twice the risk of getting the clap from a
Clark AB wife than from a local girl downtown...Anyway...Not many complaints
out there...But I digress...The Bill Clinton defense will now wash all those
sins away. You can lie about sex and get away with it...All your life !!!
It's a personal matter...None of your business...Even in the office...I
mean...The Oval Office, now ! What a concept !

CHAPTER TWO

I looked for the box and slid the video into it's container. The
representative droned on and on. Jesus ! I'd been working on this for weeks.
Four cameras now bracketed the bed in the small cabin bedroom. They were not
very conspicuous and if you searched, you could find them. Most people in the
bedroom never had the desire to search around. They were usually too
busy...Well...I'm not sure busy is the right word. That was movie number
one...That was a busy video. Carol and a high school boy's basketball team.

Carol got the idea from Vicky, I think...Was spending a lot of time with
her. Lunch...Shopping...Drinks. One day Carol comes up to the cabin a day
early and tells me about this friend of Vicky's...Her husband arranged for her
to be mock raped by three guys on her fortieth birthday. Carol wanted a boy's
basketball team. I assumed she meant five black guys but the basketball team
idea was pretty nifty. I sent out some feelers but wasn't close to scoring
until I found an article in the paper about one of those high school boy's
basketball tournaments. A preseason thing...Looked to be the perfect place
to score my love's desires.

I was settled at the hotel and waiting for two o'clock. I was to be
sitting out by pool number three and wearing a hawaiian shirt...Looked like a
fucking tourist. Should be stripped down and catching rays. Legions of young
men of all colors moved back and forth in front of me. A large group was
approaching. A young kid ran ahead and tripped over the lounge chair next to
me. He almost sprawled across my chair, then was up and gone. After the
crowd surged by, I found what looked like a cocktail napkin stuck in the
webbing of the chair. On it was written "2165." I was not familiar with that
room number. I hoped it was in this hotel.

I remained sitting, reading a book and only left after the pool area was
deserted. I ambled off toward the lobby. Keeping my head on a swivel...Not
noticeable but I didn't miss much. I'd been practicing. There was one of
those room maps at the entrance.....

.....The guy was huge...Well, tall anyway...About sixsix. Fuck ! He
dwarfed me. I sat on the bed. He looked like a gangster...Baggy jeans...Wife
beater "T" shirt. I was sure I was letting stereotypes get the better of me.
On the other hand, maybe this was a stupid idea ? Maybe, Carol was right ? I
should start carrying a gun. All the air force ever trained me to do was
escape and evade. I thought I'd used that training rather well in the
past...But it's hard to escape and evade when you're locked in a room with a
guy !

Anyway, what's this fucker going to do...Shoot me ?! I kind of doubt it.
He wanted to get laid. The furthest thing from his mind was shooting me. He
looked anxious, paced the room while I sat on the bed. He finally blurted
out. "Your add...A no shit real add ?!"

I followed up with, "You're not with any type of law enforcement are you ?
Or maybe doing a favor for some law enforcement types...Are you ?" The guy
tells me he'll ask the questions. I get up and head to the door. He beats me
there and blocks my way.

"Maybe, I was a little edgy there. How about sitting down and I'll let
you explain the thing...And no ! I have no connection at all to any type of
law enforcement and I want it to stay that way. Can you make me feel good
about that ?"

I broke out in a big smile and dragged a joint out of my pocket. I held
it up for him to see. He nodded. I lit it and passed it to him. He sat down
in a chair across from the bed and I began. He had a big smile on his face
when I finished.

He stared into my eyes. "They have to be from the same team ?"

"Nah...Allstars are ok." He seemed to think that over while taking a
huge hit off the joint.

"Fuck ! This dope is mother fuckin' bad." I laughed. He joined me.

"They'll be plenty of that for the whole team. You don't mind if I
video...Do you ?" He was taking another hit.

His eyes opened wide at the mention of video. "You mean like TV ?" I
nodded and he thought about that for a few seconds. "Any rules ? Like,
things we can't do ? Shit like that..."

"Once she figures it out...I think you'll find her pretty cooperative.
Enthusiastic is probably a better description...But, I don't want her
harmed...No beating the shit out of her...The three major sports are ok..."

He seemed puzzled. "...She loves it in the ass...And of course oral and
regular intercourse." He smiled a very bright, white smile.

"The guys I was thinking of are rather..." He paused.

"Hung ?" I filled in the blank and continued. "She likes large
cocks...The bigger the better."

He smiled and went to the phone. I could hardly hear him but was able to
pick up a couple of words..."Yea !" and "Cool" was about it.

I was in my car and about a mile away before I started feeling good about
it. J.J. kept telling me that back East I'd have been deluged by now. J.J.
and I often had silly little arguments about the East versus the West. Anyway
it's all set...Next Friday night at the cabin, dressed in colors. I was
getting hard thinking about it...No heavy force or hitting her. I was scared
about that part...No way I could hold off five high school kids. J.J. assured
me it'd be cool ! That should have warned me right off. Some force was
protecting me, maybe ?? But who ?? Maybe Carol's mysterious phone calls ??

After a week of farming, I left the cabin Friday at two and picked up the
team at a 711 in North Las Vegas. They were pretty handsome guys and I was
sure Carol was going to have the time of her life. Three of the guys were
well over sixsix or so but two of them were rather small in my
estimation...Not any taller than I am. They were all sitting in the back of
the van, smoking their brains out. From the compliments coming over the seat,
they were very impressed with the reefer. Soon they were laughing and
giggling.

We were parked down the street waiting for Carol to leave work and head
for the cabin. This was the tricky part as sometimes she told me she was
coming up but then sometimes she didn't make it. Erin was in California,
visiting her sisters.

I saw Carol walk through the parking lot and get into her car. My heart
started to beat faster. I followed at a conservative distance. The sun was
going down. I breathed a little easier when she got on 95 and dropped a
little further behind her. The van was filled with marijuana smoke. I was
stoned and I hadn't even had a joint, yet. I torched up one of my cigars and
told the team it wouldn't be long now.

I could barely see her turn off the highway and head for the cabin. I
doused the lights and coasted down the dirt road. The team was stoked and
again I whispered my instructions. I was sure I was wasting my time as I
could hardly remember what I wanted them to do. The lights in the cabin were
on and I imagined Carol changing in the bedroom, wondering what the kneeler
was for ?

CHAPTER THREE

All five of them piled out of the van but only two headed for the stairs
to the deck. All five of them wouldn't fit and the initial capture would be
easier with just two. I headed for the side of the cabin and hot footed it up
to the deck from the hill side. I reached the decking just as the guys
started to climb the stairs and turned on the video camera I was using for
this part of it. Shit ! I could hardly see anything it was so dark...Just
shadows.

They were on the decking and knocking at the door. I could see Carol
moving through the cabin, going to answer the door...Imagined her wondering
who it was ? She was still dressed in a skirt and jacket, probably a blouse
on underneath. I almost laughed when she yanked the door open and out came,
"You asshole, Willy..." The two black teenagers pushed into the front room
and I heard them cut off a yelp from Carol as one of the guys grabbed her
around the mouth.

I was on the decking and getting it all. Carol was struggling a bit but
one of the tall black kids had lifted her up off the floor...It was all over
but the shouting. The other three team members were taking the stairs two and
three at a time and I followed them into the cabin. Carol was being carried
to the bedroom and the guy following was already taking out the velcro straps.
Fuck ! This was great !

I detoured to the closet and switched on all the videos, then got back to
the bedroom door as the first two were strapping her to the kneeler. She was
screaming and yelling like all get out.

"What...What...You mother fuckers...Think you're doing...Cut that shit
out...Let me go...My husband's going to be here any minute...Oh ! What the
fuck are you doing ?"

She was bent over the kneeler, her ankles strapped to the base with her
arms stretched to the floor. Some of the guys were already getting out of
their clothes and the tall kid who carried her into the room was running his
hand up underneath her skirt. Her ass was wiggling around like it was on
fire.

"Shit...Fuck...This is some hot pussy !" I panned the group and found
three very hard cocks pointing out of very dark groins. Two of the guys were
stroking themselves and let me tell you, they had very long, hard cocks in
their hands. The guy with his hand between Carol's legs, dragged the kneeler
to the center of the room and yanked her skirt up over her hips. All she had
on was panty hose and they soon ended up stretched around her thighs.

"Look at the hair on this bitch !" It was one of the small guys and he
was sporting the fattest cock I'd ever seen. He moved over to Carol's bare
ass and ran his hand into her bush. "Shit ! The bitch is hot for it...Her
cunt's already wet." With that he poked his fat cock in between Carol's butt
cheeks and grabbed a hold. It took him a few moments and a couple of
adjustments but once he started fucking her; it was impressive. I moved in
for a close up with the hand held and watched his fat, black cock fucking in
and out from between Carol's ass cheeks.

She was screaming to beat the band and finally turned to see who was
assaulting her ass. When she caught sight of me, her eyes got real wide and
the screaming abated a bit. If you asked me it sounded like she started to
get into it...The screaming turning into moaning and I was pretty sure she was
going to start egging the guy behind her on but then one of the tall black
kids pulled up a chair and pulled her by the hair until her mouth was full of
cock.

The other three were sitting on the bed, passing some reefer back and
forth when the guy fucking her came. He bellowed and groaned as he pumped his
seed into her. I moved in for a close up and watched him pull his cum soaked
cock out of her. Number two, another tall guy...Fuck ! With a foot long
cock, taxied right up and buried himself in her swollen, red, cum slick cunt.
I had a hardon like I hadn't in a long while...Yea ! Right, Willy ?!

I turned and filmed Carol's head bobbing above the guy she was blowing.
Really he had both hands on her head and was guiding her hungry mouth up and
down on his cock as he sat in front of her. I could tell she was into it now
and didn't need to be restrained but the rules said the first round, she
remained tied to the kneeler and I wasn't about to change them now. Everyone
was way too stoned for any rule changes.

The guy, Carol was blowing, started cuming about the same time the guy
behind her did. I got some good shots of Carol spitting what seemed like a
quart of cum out of her mouth and held up number four so I could get a shot of
her cum drenched pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with jizzim and some of it
was dribbling down her thighs. Number four was another small guy but he had a
real long pecker and wasted no time driving it into her. She was cuming and
filling the cabin bedroom with shrieks of joy and that turned the team on even
more. They were egging on the guy fucking her and then one of them shouted
out. "Hey ! Fuck her in the ass...Don't want to wear out her cunt !"

Carol lifted her head and turned to the guy behind her, "Yea ! Come on,
stud...In my ass...Big boy !" The kid couldn't pull his cock out of her cunt
fast enough. The first two times his cock slipped up the cheeks of her butt
as he tried to plug into her ass. She was wiggling her ass around and that
wasn't helping him. He scored on the third time and I watched as Carol's
entire body tensed up as the guy pushed his cock into her bowels. She came a
few minutes later.

"Oooooohh ! Fuck...Fuck...Aaaagh...Yeaaaaaaa ! I'm cummmming...Fuck me !
Harder...Faster ! Aaaaagh !" The guy behind her was a blur, pumping his meat
in and out of her anus and I was up close and personal, getting some terrific
footage. Number five was standing off to the side and ready to go, stroking
about an eight inch slab of dark meat. When the guy in her started to cum, I
could see his gray spunk dribble out from around the cock he had buried in her
ass. She was still cuming and thrusting her ass back at the guy.

When he pulled out, I got a great shot of her wide spread anus, cum
dribbling out of it. Her cunt was below it and still coated with jizzim, her
pubic hair now more a light color rather than dark as it was drowning in lots
of semen. Number five forced his cock into her cunt for a while and then
started alternating between her asshole and cunt. I kept the close up going
until he filled her anus with another load of teenage spunk.

The first two to take her were ready to go again and as soon as number
five was done, untied her and the five of them started to strip off her
clothes. There were several "ooooh's" and "aaah's" as Carol does have a
pretty terrific body for a forty year old.

She was over on the bed on her back with one of them between her legs and
he was just fucking the shit out of her. Carol was fucking back like a
banshee and filling the bedroom with a torrent of profanity that would make
anyone blush. The rest of the team were really turned on and even though
they'd all had a piece of her, three of them were sporting rather impressive
hardons and ready to go.

The guy on her rolled off and her legs remained spread wide as the next
took his place. Her cunt was gapping, a steady stream of semen draining out
of her. Her legs were up around this guy's shoulders and I sat on the floor
and filmed a little of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her anus
was visible amongst her drenched pubic hair, still squeezing out some cum.

The second round lasted much longer than the first and I was afraid they'd
fuck Carol to death. I didn't see how she could keep going and tried talking
to a couple of the guys but they were so stoned I didn't think they had a clue
what I was talking about.

After number seven or eight...I wasn't sure...I lost count...Carol rolled
over to her knees, spread her ass apart and yelled for someone to fuck her in
the butt. I guess I underestimated her endurance. I went and sat down in the
front room, figuring I had enough close ups. Several of the last loads were
not quite up to standards, just a couple of squirts. I felt the team was
running out of semen.

CHAPTER FOUR

Several of the young guys came out and sat in the hot tub so I wandered
back into the bedroom. Carol was on top of one guy, riding him while sucking
off one of the others. It didn't look like she was having much luck with the
guy in her mouth. The bed was a mess of pecker tracks so I panned the bedding
for some ending shots.

Carol saved the best for last and tired to suck off all five while
kneeling in the hot tub, the team surrounding her as they passed several
joints around the circle. It was obvious to me that only one or two of them
were going to produce anything worth filming but I did just the same. I
caught some mediocre shots of one of them dribbling some spunk on to her tits.
The best part was just getting some shots of her tits...They looked great,
high up on her chest...Apple size, large apples at that, with real dark
areolae and her nipples never seemed to get flaccid.

The boy's basketball team had had it and after cleaning up in the hot tub,
they dressed and were ready to go back to town. It was like after the big
game and most of them were drained and too tired to even talk but the
excitement of the evening was contagious and soon the five of them were high
fiving each other and jumping around like all kids do when they're turned on.

On the other hand, Carol just sat in the hot tub and waved as they trooped
down stairs. One of them ran back up the stairs and said something to her but
I was too far away to hear anything. I told Carol I'd be back in a couple of
hours and drove the team back to 'Vegas. When I got back to the cabin, Carol
was sound asleep. She slept for a little over fourteen hours.

I was in the weed room when she woke. She crept up behind me and threw
her arms around my middle. "Thanks, Willy. That was super...Really great."
I turned and we kissed for a long time. We spent the rest of the weekend
viewing some of the footage. Carol was anxious I get started on editing and
told me she knew someone who'd be real interested in distributing it. I
figured it was her new friend, Stephan and was surprised when she said it was
Jay.

I had a rough cut done by the following weekend and had Carol and Erin up
to view the product. Erin appeared subdued during most of the preview but
Carol was visibly excited. I thought it was pretty good ! When the tape
ended, Carol stood, stripped off her clothes and dragged me to the bedroom.
Erin followed and we spent the rest of the night quenching our hunger for each
other. We polished up the film a little and on Sunday night previewed it for
Jay and his wife, Charlie.

Jay was stoked beyond belief and couldn't believe the sequence of Carol
strapped to the kneeler...Thought it was some of the best he'd ever seen. We
settled on a rather large sum and he paid us in cash before we left. Where
the film ended up, I have no idea but Carol was trying to talk Erin into doing
one...She thought the blonde hair would be even better. Erin was very cool to
the idea and I don't think it went any further than that.

I spent most of my time at the cabin, tending the crop as every time I
traveled into town I felt I was being spied on...Maybe, followed is a better
description. I was always very careful and would often drive about a hundred
miles to get where I was going. I never caught anyone following me after that
night with Lucy. Shit ! Maybe, it was her old man but I really didn't
believe that.

I'd traveled almost to Tonopah before turning back to town, stopping every
twenty miles or so to squirt any pursuers out in front of me. I'd spent about
three hours one morning going over the van and the SUV to make sure there was
none of those tracking devices attached under the chassis or bumper or
whatever. I was pretty confident the vehicles were clean.

I arrived at the condo about eleven and smoked a little reefer before
taking a nap. The girls wouldn't be home until after six so I figured I'd
treat them to dinner after I hit an late afternoon matinee at the movie house.
It was Christmas Vacation and there were a lot of kids lined up to get in the
theater. After getting my ticket, I stood in line for some candy. As I was
fishing around for a couple of bucks, I purposely dropped a joint on the
floor. After paying, I moved off toward the theater and was stopped by a very
nice looking young lady. I figured her to be fourteen...Maybe, fifteen.

She was looking around like she was up to something and was very obvious.
I figured she might be stoned already, turned and walked away. I entered the
theater, taking a seat in the rear. The young lady sat a seat away. I stared
at the usual advertising shit they show before movies, figuring it was just a
coincidence that the young lady was in the same theater I was. It wasn't.

"Aaah...Mister...You dropped this in the refreshment line." She was
looking straight ahead but holding her hand out toward me. The joint was
lying in her palm.

I pushed her hand away from me and whispered, "It's yours."

She whispered "Thanks" and watched the movie. When it was over, I stayed
to watch the credits scroll...After all isn't that what old people were
supposed to do ? She was at a bank of phones in the lobby, I figured calling
someone to pick her up. I hit the head and when I got out she was gone. I
wandered out into the parking lot and passed her sitting on the curb. I'm not
sure she noticed me.

When I drove by the theater, she was still sitting on the curb. I slowed
and as I did she got to her feet and waved. I came to a stop and she hustled
around the van and jumped in the passenger side.

"God ! I thought you'd left." I chuckled. "Wana go smoke your joint ?"
I smiled and accelerated out of the parking lot.

Doug elbowed Larry and said quite matter of factly, "Wake up, asshole.
He's driving away."

Larry came awake abruptly and immediately lit a cigarette. "Fuck you,
Doug...Where is he ?" Doug pointed and the two of them watched the guy pick
up the young girl and motor out of the parking lot.

My concentration on the young girl is probably the reason I didn't pick
them up earlier. We were just turning on to Green Valley parkway when I
noticed a vehicle about three cars behind me cut off another car moving into
the left hand turn lane. It followed us to Highview and when it turned left
with us I decided to fuck with them. I was torn between ditching the girl to
concentrate on the car following me or ditching them and getting really fucked
up with the darling young lady sitting next to me. The young lady sitting
next to me won out.

I accelerated to about fifty and coasted down the hill toward the condo
and Valle Verde. Just short of Valle Verde, I turned right and worked my way
through some residential area until turning South on Valle Verde. I
accelerated again and finally ended up in the parking lot behind the Mormon
Stake house up by Warm Springs.

I was pretty sure I lost them but wanted to make sure they didn't pick me
up accidentally just wandering about. The young lady was oblivious to my
twists and turns and sat quietly in the passenger seat. After all we were
going to get stoned and that was a very illegal activity in the Great State of
Nevada.

I could tell she was anxious to smoke the joint. She kept playing with
it. I leaned over and popped open the glove compartment. Just inside was a
fat sack of weed with my traveling bong lying next to it. "How about packing
the bong. You can keep that for later."

I kept a good look out and after she had the bong packed, pulled out and
threaded my way through Foxridge on the way to...Well, where the fuck was I
going to go ? If I went to the condo, the fuckers following me would probably
pick me up again and the cabin was a long ways off.

Just yesterday I'd done a photo shoot for that friend of Carol's out by
Nellis. An abandon house with some real shitty furniture. I was pretty sure
I could get back into it. I laughed. The first couple of shoots I did for
this guy were in pretty descent hotels...I figured those young ladies
yesterday were a bit underage and we were doing it at the shitty house because
of it.

"I'm Willy. What's your name ?"

"I know...I'm Terry."

I was paranoid now and just pulling onto the freeway, heading North. "How
do you know my name ?"

"My sister pointed you out when we were getting our tickets...Said she'd
seen you at a couple of parties in Green Valley. She told me about this."
She held up the sack of weed. I just nodded. I'd been attending quite a few
parties and not only in the Green Valley area. My paranoia abated a bit. I
got off the freeway at Charleston and motored up on to Sunrise Mountain. This
piece of shit house was near where Gary lived and had a terrific view of the
valley.

I told her to wait in the van and hurried around to the back. The sliding
glass door was easy to open and I moved through the house, making sure nobody
else was there. I opened the garage door and drove the van into the garage.

We were sitting in some real dilapidated patio furniture and the bong was
cooking off like crazy. Both of us laughing and giggling, pointing out weird
cloud shapes. The sun was low on the horizon and both of us had slant eye,
looking into it...Yea ! Right ! We were fucking stoned as shit. Terry was
laughing uncontrollably. When she started coughing, I slapped her back a
couple of times. The sun disappeared and the lights of the strip started to
twinkle in the distance. We started goofing on the lights and I packed
another bong full.

"What time do you have to be home, Terry ?" I must have thought ten
minutes before I got it out and her answer took almost as long.

"My parents are out of town...Won't be home until..." Sounded good to me.

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Meanwhile back in Green Valley...Doug was driving up and down streets
without any rhyme or reason.

Larry was pissed. "Why the fuck didn't you stay closer ? Fuck ! We had
him. He was probably going to sell some dope to the teeny booper...Could have
nailed him...And you fuck it up."

"Shut up, Larry. We're just supposed to shadow him and find out where his
farm is...Not bust him. Wayne's got a little surprise in store for this
mother fucker. The only thing we've got is the condo and Wayne's sure he's
not growing dope there...Had the cops scope it out with infrared...Too cool."

CHAPTER FIVE

We piled into the van after the sun set and motored off to a fast food
place...Brought it back to the house and had a terrific meal of nachos,
refried beans, burritos and lots of coke. We didn't finish all the food and I
was lighting up our third bong when the half eaten burrito slapped against the
side of my face. Terry was laughing like a fool and I could feel the beans
start to slide down my cheek. I picked up a spoon and dug out a good chunk of
beans with it. The chunk ended up splattering against her cheek and falling
to the floor.

She reached for the beans but I grabbed her wrist...After all I'd gotten
the worst in the exchange and didn't want to get clobbered again. She tried
to reach the beans with her other hand and I had to drop the bong to grab her
other wrist. I captured both of her wrists with one hand and scooped some
beans out with my fingers. I slathered it all over her cheeks and mouth.

We were both laughing like crazy, with beans dribbling off our faces. She
made a valiant attempt to go for the beans one last time so I stood and picked
her up off the chair. I carried her to the den and sat on the couch with her
on my lap. She was wiggling around like a worm and I finally worked her over
on to her stomach. It was a natural reflex to spank her nice padded behind
and I did it several times...Not very hard, though.

She was yelling and screaming but that stopped when I started to massage
her very nice rump. Her wiggling turned into a grinding and my cock started
to grow in my jeans. She looked up at me and there was no doubt in my
military mind that this young lady wanted to do more than have a food fight.
I rolled her over and licked some of the left over beans off her cheek. I
felt her tongue on my cheek and soon we were visiting each other's mouths.

She tasted of refried beans but then I'm sure I did, too. My hand slipped
up under her sweat shirt and there was nothing but skin. Her breasts about
the size of tennis balls, her nipples erect under my hand. She moaned into my
mouth when I pinched one and then I was dragging the sweat shirt up over her
breasts.

My mouth found her right nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth. She
shivered and almost yelped when I bit it. Her areolae were dime size and the
nipples were surprisingly large for such small tits. I chewed on both of them
while my other hand tried to work her jeans down over her hips. It became too
hard so I pushed her off my lap and on to the floor.

She sat, pulled her sweat shirt off and then started to pull her jeans
down. I was rapidly approaching lust, my cock tenting my jeans. I stood and
pulled off my shirt and then dropped my jeans. My cock was sticking out
through the fly of my shorts, just about as hard as it got. Terry was staring
at it as she wiggled out of her panties. They were a dark blue and very
skimpy. I had a hard time believing she was only fourteen or so. Her bush
was a thick "V" of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs...A tremendous
contrast to her almost blonde hair. Her areolae seemed smaller and her
nipples stuck out about half an inch. I was pulling off my tennies and was
almost naked.

I joined her on the floor and helped her pull off her panties. I held
them to my face and smelled her. My cock was like stone and jerking around in
my groin. She grabbed it and I almost started the "Joe Cocker" stomp.

"You've got a big dick, Willy." I smashed my lips against hers and my
tongue drove deep into her mouth. I rolled to my back and brought her with
me. I could almost feel her nipples poking against my chest, my hands
grasping her plump ass cheeks. She was grinding against me and I ground back
against her. We rolled over several times on the floor, our mouths still
tasting like refried beans. I ended up almost on top of her and quickly slid
down until my face was above her groin.

She spread her legs and I was in heaven. Her pubic hair was a thatch
right through her groin and I buried my mouth where I thought her cunt would
be. I wasn't far off and soon had my tongue painting nothing but pink. She
squealed and wiggled about until her entire body tensed up and spasamed a bit.

Then she screamed. "Oooooh ! Lick iiiiit ! Willleeeeeee ! Aaaagh !
I'mmmmm cummmming !" I had my tongue pistoning in and out of a very tight
cunt. Her clit a small sheath of skin up at the top of her thin labia. I was
dueling with it when she came again. "Fuuuuuckkk ! Lick me...Lick meeeee !"
The scream went on for several seconds and then I was climbing over her. Her
legs came up off the floor and captured my middle.

I was holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was trying
to guide my hard dick into her pussy. It was greasy, slick with cunt butter
and I could feel my cheeks coated with her juices. I poked and poked, finally
forcing the head of my cock into her. She was so, so tight. I froze and then
pushed slowly until I was sure I was in her and would remain in her. She was
tense below me and I was some what concerned she was a virgin. Yea ! Right,
Willy !

When she started to move below me, I lost it and buried my cock in her
belly. She screamed and I was off to the races, just fucking the shit out of
her. Her legs were sliding up and down my hips and thighs, her ass thrusting
her flower against the pole I had buried in her. Fuck ! She was a machine
and fucking me like no other young thing ever had. I was panting and she was
chanting.

"Go...Go...Gooooo ! Ooooooh ! Fuck...Willlllleeeeeeee !" I was beyond
lust, just pounding my cock in and out of her like a fucking maniac. Sweat
was pouring off of me and I could feel it dribble down the crease in her neck,
my face buried in the cheap carpet. She finally came in one big, loud
explosion of sound and movement. She twitched for a long while after I
stopped pumping in and out of her, my cock now a shriveled viena sausage. I
slipped out of her and rolled to my back. I could hear myself panting and was
self conscious when she rolled over closer to me.

"Oh ! Wow ! That was some high...Fuck ! Can we smoke another bowl ?"

We showered together and washed all the refried beans off of us and I
seriously considered going out for another food run. I wonder what young
pussy tastes like with a little hot sauce ? Terry didn't let me though and
after I popped one of my magic pills we ended up in the bedroom.

Her cunt was so clean smelling and tasted so great. I must have eaten her
to fifty orgasms. She kept wiggling around on the mattress until I could take
no more, rolled her over, yanked her to her knees and buried my dick as far as
I could into her womb. She fucked back like a crazy woman, reminded me of
Carol. Her compact ass was a thrill to watch, squishing up against my stomach
as I drilled my iron hard cock in and out of her.

You're right, I couldn't resist and pried her tight butt cheeks apart to
watch my pole sink into her. Her anus was surrounded by a light down of dark
hair and I went crazy fucking her like a mad man, finally pounding her down on
to the mattress. "Joe Cocker" made several appearances and when I was finally
whipped, rolled to my back and wished I was twentyfive again.

The room was light when I woke. I was confused and wasn't real sure where
I was ? Terry was curled up across the bed and I slowly got out of it and
made my way to the bathroom. I had to piss. Memories of last night flooded
my consciousness. This young lady was the hottest teenager I think I'd
ever...What ! Seduced...Raped...Oh ! Fuck ! I had no idea...Felt guilty. I
was sending a thick stream of urine into the bowl when she threw her arms
around my middle.

"Willy...I had the greatest time...Can we get stoned...It's so much fun in
the morning." Her hands were in my pubic hair and I was starting to feel
aroused. I could feel her naked body against my back. Fuck ! I wanted her.

I disengaged and rushed to the kitchen. She followed and stood there as I
stoked up the bowl. Blonde hair, proud tennis ball size breasts, her nipples
erect in the cool air of the house, her dark pubic hair matted in places with
her day old juices. My cock started to grow. She noticed and came to me,
went to her knees and opened her mouth.

"I've never done this before...Teach me." I threw back my head back and
moaned. Her lips captured the head of my penis, blood surging through my
body. She nibbled and licked and took her turns with the bong. "I can't
decide what I like more...Your dick or the bong ?" She got plenty of both and
we ended up back in bed going sixtynine, both of us reaching for the universe
and the stars and the moon...Fuck ! What more was there ??!!

CHAPTER SIX

It was the week before Christmas. Erin was pissed I didn't make it that
night for dinner as she spent most of the day preparing her mother's macaroni
and cheese. Nice try, Erin...But I know it doesn't take that long. I wasn't
about to tell her that I spent that night with a fourteen year old young
lady...After all, I wasn't that stupid. I figured she knew as much anyway.

Terry and I had plans for the new year...Her parents were going to
California for the big weekend...Funny, most people from California come to
Las Vegas to trash our city. Maybe, it's not so surprising that some of us go
to the coast and trash their cities ??!!

I'd narrowed my pursuers down to government workers because of their
obviously limited budget and some what inept ways. I wasn't ruling out
Carol's new found friend or Rich Clark of Clark Enterprises or whatever but it
really smelled more like a government job and that narrowed it down to the
DEA. Fuck ! Who else would be following me around...It sure wasn't the air
force checking to see if I'd expired from prostate cancer and maybe they could
cut off my retirement.

I spent a lot of time driving in and out of the condo complex but never
got a whiff of surveillance. Maybe the fuckers got better...Not likely ! We
celebrated the birth of Christ at the cabin. Erin cooking the turkey and
Carol doing the stuffing. I added a little special herb to the dressing and
the entire cabin smelled like drying hemp when we sat down to eat. The three
of us were stoned as shit and after dinner romped around in the snow behind
the cabin. I kept the girls away from the tin cans, I'd strung about knee
high between some of the under brush. No sense in being totally stupid about
people following you. I was sure they had no idea where the cabin was and was
intent on keeping it that way.

We exchanged presents after dinner and our romp in the snow. Carol got me
a real nifty hand gun that was going to take me years to figure out. She said
I could stop the Denver Bronco offensive line from ten feet or some shit !
She got Erin a small women's hand gun that wasn't quite as powerful as mine.
I got both of the girls a diamond ring about the size of a large grape. I was
mobbed after they opened their presents and we didn't get to Erin's presents
until late the next morning.

Erin had deposited a hundred and fifty thousand of the "sting" cash into
our very own personal "retirement" accounts, she called them...Fifty thousand
an account. She told us that if we wanted to deposit more...No
problem...George LaBlume was a very cooperative banker. I wondered if she was
fucking him ?

Before we left the cabin, Carol got me alone and told me she had a very
special filming she wanted me to do early next year. She wanted it all done
with hidden cameras. I wasn't to be there at all but she wanted me to edit
the product and maybe...Just maybe, we could make a little contribution to our
"retirement" accounts. I was intrigued but Carol was very vague about who the
subjects were. This Stephan guy, who I was taking the pictures for, was a
pretty good source of income and I often wondered how close he and Carol had
become ? Not much I could do about it anyway plus I wasn't exactly being
celibate.

Erin was planning on spending the New Years in California with her sisters
and Carol had her own plans. So I picked Terry up at Sunset Park during the
afternoon and drove through a maze of housing complexes to make sure I was
clean before heading off to the cabin. It was almost dark when we arrived and
the snow looked so great in the fading light. Terry was anxious to get high
but I made her wait to torch the bong until we turned off the highway and
started bumping over the dirt road to the cabin. There was still just a
single set of tire tracks in the snow and I'd spent a lot of brain power and
concentration keeping it that way. Yea ! I know it doesn't sound that tough
but let me tell you...Aaah ! Yea ! Right, Willy.

I was stoking the wood stove and she was going bonkers over the hot tub,
dancing up and down around it. Shit ! She looked like a kid...Shit ! She
was. I'd never asked...Just figured she was fourteen or so...Really had no
earthly idea ? The steam was rising off of it as I'd had it cooking off since
I left. I watched as she stripped off her clothes and sunk into it. I forgot
all about how old she might be and started to get out of my clothes.

"Hey ! Willy...Bring the bong." Coming right up, princess. I rushed
over to the tub, my cock bobbing before me. I slid right in and the hot water
took the starch right out of my member. I had a pretty good idea Terry would
make it better later.

We passed the bong back and forth for a while before either of us spoke.
Off in the distance you could see the glow of the lights from the strip. She
started talking first. "Aaah...Willy...My friends..." She paused for a long
time and I initially thought she might have forgotten what she was going to
say ? Maybe she wanted to bring some friends up...Now there's an idea !

"...Aah...Well, you know that shit you gave me the last time ?" I'd let
her have the entire baggie from the glove compartment. I just nodded my head.
"Well...My friends thought it was the greatest bud in the world and wondered
if I could get some more...I mean they're willing to pay...Shit ! An eighth
of that shit would go for sixty, seventy...I mean if you could trust me to
bring you the money...If not, I could set you up with these people...They're
not narcs or anything..." She was staring at me but I was still staring off
at the lights of 'Vegas.

"How old are you, Terry ?"

I looked into her eyes, watched the expression on her face when she said,
"Thirteen." My cock twitched, even in the hot water. Fuck ! Thirteen...She
looked a lot older, I thought.

"How much you thinking of selling ?"

"Shit ! As much as you can get me. I'm being mobbed with kids and my
sister and her friends found out I had some of your shit and went wild trying
to get some."

I leaned back against the decking and looked off at the lights again.
Would be a good source of income for my mole hills as Erin called them. Plus
not much threat...Except to Terry. "You sure you're cool with this...Could
get you in a lot of trouble...Fuck up your life real good...For a good long
time."

Terry leaned back on her elbows, looking off at the lights. Her proud
breasts were poking up off her chest, her areolae all crinkly, nipples erect.
She was silent for a while and then blurted out. "Shit ! Yea ! Willy...I
sell it for seventy an eighth and give you fifty. Gives me some walking
around money."

"How much you want to start with ?" I asked.

"I already started. Shit ! I was being mobbed at school. The word
really got around. I've got over a thousand bucks in my jeans...You mad ?"

No, I wasn't mad. I figured the baggie I gave her had close to two ounces
in it. Fuck ! A thousand dollars...This beat the shit out of selling it
wholesale. I turned and kissed her. Her mouth tasted like dope and turned me
on. Her tongue like a little snake in my mouth, against my teeth, fencing
with my tongue.

I rose out of the hot tub, intending to help Terry out. Instead, she
captured my dangling penis with her mouth. I stared at the lights as her
mouth and lips gobbled me up. The hardness coming quickly, her mouth starting
to slide back and forth on my cock. My hands were in her hair, I was pumping
my hips. I looked down and watched as her lips slid back and forth on my
dick. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock, searching for that
special place. She found it and I shivered. My thrusting became more urgent.
I tightened my grip in her hair, dragging her mouth on and off my cock. I
threw my head back just a moment before my knees started to shake.

"Ooooh ! Suck It, Terry...Suck it, baby !" "Joe Cocker" was in full
force tonight. My stomach was as tight as a drum, my thighs ached and the
warmth spread out from my groin and raced to my belly, my chest. I crumpled
in a heap on the side of the hot tub but Terry kept sucking and licking and
nibbling as I jerked around like a bug on a hot skillet. She was still
between my legs, painting my scrotum with her saliva when I regained situation
awareness.

CHAPTER SEVEN

We were bouncing up the dirt road to the highway. It was late New Year's
Day and I wanted to get to the condo and watch one of the late afternoon
football games...UCLA and Wisconsin, the Rose Bowl or whatever. We were both
stoned as shit and if Carol was still out, I was going to have Terry spend the
night. The thought of the three of us sharing each other was appealing
but...Well, I guess I really didn't have a but...But Terry sure did. As nice
as Carol's just not as mature.

Down the hill we went and last night became crystal clear. Terry on the
edge of the bed. My magic pink pill surging strength through my cock. Her
butt wiggling around in front of me. I could see some of her dark pussy hair
and dropped to my knees on the floor. Her ass cheeks spread so easily and my
tongue painted her from bearded clam to her puckered anus. She shrieked and
screamed as I wormed my tongue; first, into her cunt and then into her
asshole. I bit her ass cheeks until there were teeth marks in them and then
reamed out her anus until she slid down flat on to the mattress.

I could feel her anus trying to capture my tongue and slid my hand under
her pubic bone while digging my thumb into her cunt. She was bucking up and
down on the mattress, cuming about every two or three minutes. I ground my
cock against the side of the mattress and I was hard a steel. When she was
babbling incoherently, I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. I came back
with some of Carol's magic lotion...A combination of oil and some other shit
that got slick and hot as shit when you rubbed it on someone.

I squirted some on Terry's butt and she looked back at me. Her eyes were
slits and this time I was sure it was lust. Her eyes told me she knew what
was going to happen. I started to rub the oil around between her legs and all
over her bum. She struggled to her knees and I slid my finger into her cunt
and my thumb up her ass. She immediately started to buck against the digits I
had buried in her. With my other hand I stroked some of the oil on to my
cock. It glistened in the lamp light of the bedroom and Terry's butt was
slick with it.

I pulled her to the edge and told her to spread her ass. Her little hands
came back and spread herself wide. Her anus was shinny and I poked my cock
head right up against the opening. One push and I was half way in her. She
wiggled back and forth in front of me and in the process, impaled herself on
my engorged cock. My hands were on her hips and I started pumping. Her anus
clung to my hard penis as I dragged myself out of her and then looked
grotesque as I buried it in her bowels. She kept wiggling her butt and it was
driving me crazy. I fucked her faster and only stopped when my brain exploded
with pleasure, my limbs shaking, my stomach cramping.

I was sure her anus was trying to keep me in her bowels but I was finally
able to drag out my sore, spent cock. The hot tub felt awfully good after
that and I don't remember how I got back to the bedroom. The sun woke me and
I found Terry in the kitchen, wearing one of my "T" shirts and trying to
scramble some eggs. The bong was lying on the counter top, still cooking off.
Next to it was a stack of twenty dollar bills. It seemed like a big stack but
then a thousand in twenties was probably a pretty big stack.

We arrived at the condo well after dark and I decided that if she spent
the night...We'd just start all over again and I wasn't sure I could keep up
with her. I was glad Carol wasn't around and instead of watching the game,
drove Terry home and ended up at Thirstbusters watching the game with a bunch
of young guys and drinking lots and lots of Asahi Dry. I can't remember who
won and struggled down the block to the condo about eleven.

Into the new year, I spent a lot of time in town and was able to pick up
my friends just about every day as I left the condo. I'd lead them on miles
and miles of wild goose chases and...Well, I will admit that getting back to
the cabin was a fucking pain in the ass, usually involving hours and miles of
driving all over Las Vegas to lose them before heading up the hill.

You're probably wondering why I spent so much time hanging my ass out with
these fuckers ? Well...It was a matter of principle, like the Rick Clark
thing. I thought I had a deal with Wayne Montana...I had some pretty good
dirt on the mother fucker (WTT#13D). I mean it's one thing to be the
president but quite another to be just a worker bee for the federal
government...The same rules hardly applied.

Now...Wayne probably thought he had some dirt on me but it was all
circumstantial...He'd never caught me red handed and I intended to keep it
that way. The back of my mind, though, was filled with other possibilities.
There was always the Rich Clark thing...The sting. I had no doubt in my mind
that if that fucker ever connected me to his missing five hundred g's, I'd be
a dead man. From what I had heard through Jay, though, the fucker was much
too busy just fending off the audit the board of directors were clamoring for.

A third possibility presented itself when I went to wire the suite Carol
wanted the hidden video in. I spent most of the morning working the cameras,
laying the wire and trying to conceal everything. Carol told me not to worry
too much about people looking for them as they'd be pretty well preoccupied.
I figured it was a sting on some guy and his girl friend or something like
that...Really I had no idea but that's what it sounded like. I was coming
down the back stairs of the hotel, dressed as a hippie...Wig...the works,
granny glasses, bell bottoms, madras shirt, wearing a pair of sandals.

Anyway, I'm more or less sneaking down the back stairs when I happened
upon them.....

CHAPTER EIGHT

Connie Clark exited the ramp or what ever it was and looked around. The
America West jet was over an hour late. Low clouds and low visibility in
SoCal and they waited for what seemed like hours on the ground before getting
airborne. Carol was waiting, standing over by a bank of phones. She was
talking on one but also watching the gate. When she saw Connie, she waved.
Connie waved back and headed for the phones.

"Thought you wouldn't make it...Just a second." Connie figured she was
listening to someone on the other end. "Yea ! John, just make sure it's all
set up. Willy is supposed to do his thing..." A long pause. "Oh ! Shit !
How am I supposed to know...The fucker is stoned almost twentyfour hours a
day and chasing his teeny boopers...He could be anywhere...No ! I'll call
him. Just make sure all the players are ready for tonight...Ok ?" Carol
listened for a bit and then finally hung up.

"Well, Connie...Good to see you. How's sunny California ?" Carol laughed
a bit.

"Dog shit ! As Willy would say. How is he ?"

"Willy ? He's fine...Couldn't be better...Growing his dope, selling it,
too, from what I hear and still robbing the cradle...Erin and I can't keep him
away from the young stuff...But life is great here." Carol held up her hand
with the large diamond plainly visible. It made the rock on Connie's hand
look like something she got out of a cracker jack box. "How's hubby dealing
with the loss of all that money ?"

"Not worth a shit, Carol. I haven't been laid once since you fuckers left
town...Well, that's not exactly true. He was an animal just after you all
left, thinking we were on top of the world but when the reality of it sunk in
about two weeks later...Shit ! That's all he talks about...Getting the
fuckers who screwed him."

"He have any ideas ?"

"Not a clue and he's spent plenty of cash trying to come up with some
info. How the fuck did you cover your tracks so well ? I mean the hotel
rooms were rented to old fucks from Kansas and South Dakota...Fuck ! And the
boat...Those people claim they were moored at Catalina that weekend. Every
time he gets some good news it turns into a dead end...Carol, you sure this
weekend is going to work ?"

"Positive, honey." Carol draped her arm around Connie's shoulder and the
two of them walked toward the people mover that would transport them to the
main terminal.

.....There they were. Carol and Connie plus a couple of guys in suits. I
have a natural distrust of guys in suits. Now, I realize that most successful
men in the world wear suits and maybe, just maybe, that's why I'm slumming
around, growing dope and chasing teenage girls but when I get real stoned and
connect with the Karma binding the universe, I'm positive that suit guys are
fucking hypocritical bastards who deserve to rot in hell. Fuck ! That was a
mouth full !

I climbed up two steps and leaned against the wall of the stair well. I
still had a good view and it was obvious to me Carol was very familiar with
the guys she was talking to. Connie was just gawking around the casino. Now,
what the fuck was she doing here ? My mind wandered back to the sting and
Carol sending me off with the money.....

"...Connie and I set this up, Willy." Or som

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As dusk approached, they got dressed and he walked her back to the gate.
Max told her that on the third Sundays of the month he would be the only
one there. Hurriedly she kissed him full on the mouth, grabbed his ass
and told him she'd visit again. She turned and left. She had to hurry
to get home for her date that night.

In an hour she was home. She felt a little peaked from the day's
excursion, so she put on a pot of coffee. She'd thought about her day
as she trotted home and though she felt sated, she wondered what tonight's
date with Brian would bring. She took a shower then drew a bath. He'd be
there in less than an hour. She had to hurry. She poured a few drops of
lavender oil into the water, then she lit a candle and turned out the lights.
She thought better of it and put a note on the front door.

"Brian, come on in. Help yourself to something to drink in the
kitchen. I'll be out soonest."

She went into the bath and got in. She reached over and turned on the radio.
She had it set to the jazz station. The scent of lavender relaxed her and she
leaned back with her eyes closed. Scenes from today's romp played across the
silver screen of her mind. Max seemed to have the ability to know her every
move before she made it, and her every thought. It was spooky. Those grey
eyes probed her inner thoughts. It seemed, as she reclined there reminiscing,
his eyes haunted her, boring even now into her soul.

Gently she massaged her breasts. Pinched half heartedly at her nipples. Her
thumbs absently stroked her globes. Hmm. She could almost recapture the feel
of his course hands as they explored her body. She shifted in the tub and drew
her knees up allowing her legs to open wide against the sides of the tub. Her
hand strayed to her pubic hairs and her fingers played amongst the curls. Hmm.
She'd have to trim it back a little when she got out of the tub. As she fingered
her clit she had vivid flashbacks of the sensation of his tongue on her slit. As
she fingered herself it seemed she felt his tongue. As she pinched at her pleasure
knob, she felt his teeth nibble her button. She sighed deeply; only vaguely aware
the door had closed in some other part of the house. Her pelvis rolled forward
and she recalled how he had teased her clit in retribution. She convulsed as she
climaxed and squeezed her thighs together in an effort to prolong the sensation.

Tati finished bathing, then got out of the tub and dried off. She reached for the
roll of butter rum life savers she kept on the shelf, inserted two into her
cunt, then trimmed her snatch and massaged lotion all over her skin. She then
dabbed
her favorite perfume in a few choice spots, put on her makeup then her
clothes. She wore her eyelet peasant blouse that buttoned down the frontthe skirt
that wrapped around and was secured with only one tie. Eyelet lace ran all
along the hem. That done, she removed the life savers from their nesting place.

"So much for dessert." she thought.

She put on her lace underwear. She'd purposely put on a bra that was just a bit
small. Her bust was well defined beneath her blouse.

When she walked out into the living room she found Brian sitting there. He smiled
as he looked up from his magazine. She crossed over to him, and greeted him with
a kiss to the forehead, brushing back stray curls with her lips.

"Hi! How long have you been here?" She asked.

"Oh, about fifteen minutes or so." He said as he took a sip from his wine cooler.
"Where did you go today? I saw you walk by just as I was getting off from work."

"Just went for a walk." She went over to the bar to pour herself a cup of coffee.
She laced it with Grand Marnier and Amaretto. "Let's go Dutch tonight. I'm fairly
flush."

He came up from behind her and put his arm around her waist. "Where should I
throw this bottle?" She pointed to a box by a big palm like plant in the corner.
"Hmm, you smell great. What's that perfume you're wearing? Such a smoldering,
sensual scent. It suits you."

"Oh, Ombre Rose." She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. The opening in her
skirt fell open slightly. Brian sat down next to her, his knees just barely touching
hers.

"I never noticed your eyes are hazel. They're the most attractive color of yellow/
green. They were light brown today in the store. What does that mean your mood
is now?" He looked at her, a barely suppressed grin on his face.

She looked intently into his eyes. Her leg relaxed against his knee. Her fingers
toyed lazily with the lace on her skirt. She leaned forward. Holding his gaze, her
lips parted revealing the tip of her tongue just between her teeth. Her breathing
thickened and she ran her finger up the leg of his trousers. She began to speak,
"We'd better leave. We'll be late." She hopped up from the couch, laughing,
grabbed him by his wrists and pulled him to his feet. She laughed as she grabbed
her keys and purse and ran out the door. He followed with a bewildered look on his
face.

The lobby was crowded when they arrived, but after a few minutes they were able
to determine that it was the scifi flick that was the draw. Any number of pimple
faced, schoolaged kids stood around giggling and bull shitting as they waited for
the movie to open.

She and Brian stood close together, looking out the window, watching as cars drove
up and dropped people off. Occasionally, she would see someone she recognized.
As she was turning from the window she saw Misha walking up. Every bit as "drop
dead gorgeous" as on the first occasion she'd seen him. His arm was around the
waist of a tallish girl with belowthewaist length, blond, very curly hair. She
appeared to weigh about 250 lbs. She drew Brian's attention to the couple.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? He seems to prefer women who come wrapped in large
packages. When he first got here he was really putting the moves on Kelley from
down at the coffee shop. I don't understand him. Half the girls in town would do
anything for time with him and he's only got eyes for the other threeeigths of the
female population young fat broads. Oh, well to each their own." He had a smug
look on his face as he imparted this knowledge to Tati.

Annoyed, Tati determined to try her hand at getting Misha's attention. On that note
she slipped her hand into Brian's hand and led him in to see 'Summer Nights,' a
steamy movie with John Clod and Missy Piper. It was supposed to be a spy
adventure flick. Deliberately, she chose seats as close to dead center as possible.
She owed Brian a favor for his oversight. She sat on his left so the opening in her
skirt was out of reach.

Tati mentioned that she wanted popcorn and a soda. He decided to go for some
since there were still several minutes before the film actually started.

She watched as people drifted in. A couple sat five seats to her left and a threesome
sat in the center two rows in front of her. She turned to watch the giggling,
laughing bunch that sat behind them a few rows. Brian returned with a huge bag of
popcorn and two large soft drinks. The movie started and Tati leaned to her right
on the arm rest. Brian kindly held the popcorn for them. She was glad to see no
one had sat very close to them.

The movie progressed, John played the very typical lead male role of international,
distinguished, and wealthy stud. He had a woman waiting in every hotel, every
restaurant and even at the library. (Tati had never thought those stacks could be so
accommodating.) The real kicker was the scene in the bathroom aboard his flight
back to the States. She was impressed that Missy could wrap herself around him
like that while standing up in such a small place!

About 20 minutes from the end of the movie, Tati leaned over and whispered
something into Brian's ear. He looked at her and laughed. She looked at him.
"You don't believe She allowed her arm to fall over the arm of the chair. While
looking into his eyes, her hand slowly wandered over his thigh. Watching closely
for his reaction, she paused, ran her tongue slowly over her lips, then walked her
fingers up the fly of his pants.

He slid down slightly in his chair. He barely resisted the urge to turn to Tati and
kiss those most delectable lips. Because of the other persons sitting around, he
could not put his hands on Tati. He didn't want to get them kicked out for publicly
displaying affection (you know small, biblebelt towns). So he found himself in the
predicament of having to endure her attentions without reciprocating.

Her fingers deftly opened his fly and to her delighted surprise, he wore no
underwear. She had his very eager limb liberated in a second. Sure no one could
see what she was about, her right hand continued to play with his hardness, shaping
its fullness. She casually watched the movie, while her fingers worked expertly at
their task. Occasionally she looked at him to gauge his state of arousal. He was
hard pressed to sit in his seat as though nothing was happening. He nearly bit off his
lip trying to suppress a moan. As the movie was ending she looked over and saw
that his crisis was near at hand. She kissed her right index finger and touched it to
the weepy little eye of his friend. This having done, she tucked it away, zipped
up his fly, and smiled at him.

He let out an anguished groan.

The house lights came on. He sat there for a few minutes with his softdrink cup
resting on his groin. Tati looked at him and said, "Believe me now?" She stood and
gathered their trash and her purse. "Are you ready?"

He followed her and deposited his cup in the waste can on the way out the door.
"Whew!" he exclaimed as they exitted, "You are quite something! Let's go for
something to eat, I'm starved! How about Japanese? Shoggi's in Cloven should still
be open."

She agreed and they headed that way, stopping at the convenience store to pick up
some breath mints. The drive to Cloven was short. There were few people on the
road. There was a rodeo in town, which probably accounted for it. The restaurant
was also fairly empty. They were able to get a private room for their dinner. These
rooms are usually booked for banquets and special parties, but since Brian was a
regular and there were few people in at the time, they got lucky.
The room was arranged in a traditional Japanese style with tatami flooring and
zabutan cushions on the floor around the low oriental table. There were flower
arrangements around the room and a stereo and TV at one end of the room were
visible in an open cabinet. They ordered an appetizer of sushi and entr�es of
sukiyaki and teriyaki chicken.

When they were alone, he turned to her and asked, "Where'd you learn to do that,
Tati?"

"What?" She responded as she reached for a piece of Sushi.

"How could you tell how close I was to cumming? You stopped seconds before
that critical moment!"

"That's my secret. It should give you some idea what I'm capable of." She looked
at him and smiled her most demure smile. "I think you've learned to believe what I
say to you, haven't you?"

"I guess. You know you've been quite the tease all night. However, I bet you can
be a realdiversion when you choose to be. I've not come across someone that can
be as provocative so naturally!"

"I try my best."

When they'd finished eating, Brian ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter knew
Brian's tastes and thus didn't need to ask which bottle to bring. He returned with a
bottle and glasses. He told Brian to press the buzzer when he needed something.

"So Tati, what's your major?"

"I've not decided yet. I'll need to decide next semester since my general studies
requirements are almost met. What's yours?"

"Music. I've played the piano since I was a child and I also play the flute and violin.
I plan to go to Europe next summer to study."

"That should be fun. I spent time in Italy and France when I was younger. I really
miss it. My father was in the diplomatic service at the time."

"My father was a fireman," he told her, "and my mother was a maid at the resort
hotel in Hiltonhead, S. C. where we lived. She always loved music and encouraged
me to pursue my talents. Before she died, my father promised her he'd always
encourage me after she was gone. She died of Leukemia."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It must have been hard. How old were you?"

"Ten. I remember it because I had my birthday the week before. She'd been in
remission and when it became active again she deteriorated quickly."

"My folks divorced when I was 14. I regret it because my life changed drastically
on a social and economic level. On the other hand, my mother was happier and so
was I. She never liked those dinners, and banquets and society do's that were
mandatory for my father's job. My mother wanted to utilize her medical
background. She moved to New Mexico to work on a Navajo reservation in the
northwestern part of the state."

"You know Tati, you're so different than these smalltown girls here. I don't know
what I'd do if I didn't have my music and karate to occupy my time."

"Well, life in Portas is different but, I'm adapting slowly. That's actually kind of
scary. Let's talk about something else."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something." She turned to him, and put her hand on his
shoulder, then leaned over to him and kissed him gently on the mouth. Her tongue
glided slowly over his lips."

"Uh huh, let's..." She straddled his lap while on her knees and drew his face to her,
her fingers fondled his ears. His hands roamed tentatively as they explored her body
until he found the opening in her skirt. He caressed the lace of her underwear with
one hand and the other one continued to explore her body through her clothes.
When he found her breasts he cupped them (as though weighing them), kneaded
them, and rubbed at the nipples. She was busy getting to know his body as well.
She had the buttons of is shirt undone and was caressing him through the tee he
wore She kissed him hotly. Her tongue played "footsie" with his.

>From where she sat on his lap she felt signs of life beneath her crotch. "As I recall,
I have some unfinished business." She said as she moved backwards pushing the
table further behind her. She bent down and nibbled the fly of his pants. Making
eye contact with him, she was pleased to see a grin on his face. She turned to the
table and dabbed a little wasabi (Just a touch!) on her tongue. With a demonic grin
on her face she opened his fly and extracted his tool. She licked the base first, then
ran her tongue to just below the head. Then she sucked at the head."

"Oh, that burns...so nice!" He bent over to kiss her on the lips. He leaned back on
his elbows to let her resume playing with his friend. She toyed and sucked and rode
it with her mouth, her tongue caressing it fervently. She turned around briefly for
some of the pickled ginger and chewed it, then began her efforts again. The
forward rolling motion of his hips plunged his pacifier ever deeper into her mouth.
As the burning subsided it was replaced with a cooler sensation. Gripping the base
of his cock she sucked expertly alternating with flicks of her tongue around the rim.
He attempted to pull out just before he exploded into her mouth and found that she
held him immobile just where she wanted him. After the last gush she swallowed
and turned demurely to the table.

"So very luscious! Couldn't go making a mess on your pants." She said as she
dabbed at the corners of her mouth.

"Gawd! Where did you ever learn to do that!?" He was amazed and rather
pleasantly surprised.

"One of my more natural talents." She refilled the two wine glasses. "I'm not all
tease, now am I?"

As he sipped his wine, he looked pensively at her. "You know, if Portas had one,
you'd be very popular with an escort service."

"I've considered that option for when I move to a real city." She didn't seem at all
repulsed by his suggestion.

His hands stroked the smooth skin beneath her shirt absently. "Let's finish this
bottle and then head back. Would you like to come up to my place to listen to
music?"

"That would be nice. Let's go by my place first."

When they finished, they split the tab and tipped the waiter. His discretion in not
disturbing them was generously rewarded.

On the way back they passed several cars stopped here and there by cops. finally he
pulled up to her place and they went in.

"I'll be a few minutes. Help yourself." In her room, she grabbed the carry all she
kept packed with overnight necessities and threw her purse and makeup bag
inside. She changed into a pair of pants and a baggy sweater, as she checked her
messages. She grabbed a jacket and went back out to the living room. She'd have
to remember to call Rae, her best buddy, tomorrow. Brian was drinking a glass of
milk and reading the same magazine he'd been reading earlier."

"I'm ready. Would you like me to bring anything?"

"Nope, just you!"

His apartment was a studio located in the upstairs, rear portion of a "storybook"
house. She followed him up the rickety stairs. When she walked in she was
surprised by how neat and organized his place was. On the far side of the room was
a huge tropicalfish tank that took up a majority of the width of the wall.
She walked over to it to look at the fish she counted ten different kinds.

"This is wonderful!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, I just sit here for hours sometimes staring into the tank. It relaxes me
tremendously." He stood behind her, his hands rubbing her tummy from behind.

"I'll be right back." He disappeared behind a divider positioned cattycorner to the
room. The fireplace and fish tank walls were adjacent
to it. When he returned from behind the divider he was wearing baggy flannel jams
and an oversized silk shirt. "Oh, it's a bit cold in here. Let me light the fire. Make
yourself comfy."

Tati was so entranced with the fish tank that she appeared not to notice that he'd
returned. When she did finally look around the room, she noticed bookshelves on
another wall and a doorway next to them. She walked over to check out the books
and knick knacks. She saw a small kitchen through the doorway that was barely
large enough for the stove and refrigerator. On the wall across from the fish tank
was small couch and a Native American design rug on the floor in front of it. The
couch was centered under the only window in the apartment. She set her bag down
on the easy chair next to the sofa and went over to kneel next to the fire place while
Brian built the fire. As the flames started to rise she turned to him.

"You have a nice place here."

"Thanks. Would you like something to drink? I have beer and milk, water and a
few sodas."

"I'll take a beer," she said as he walked towards the kitchen. She went back over to
the fish tank and noticed the huge sheepskin rug on the floor in front of it for the
first time. She was entranced by this water world and determined that she'd set one
up at her place, on a smaller scale of course.

He came back with her beer and handed it to her. He sat on the rug and leaned back
to look at the tank. He reached his hand up to her as she turned towards him.

Sitting down she smiled at him then turned back to the tank. They sat there for
several minutes and it would seem their vibes meshed on the same plane. She
turned back to him to find him staring at her.

He smiled. "This is nice." He reached over and brushed her hair over her shoulder.
"It would seem I've had all the fun tonight. It's your turn. He scooted closer to her
and kissed her neck. His tongue tickled a trail up to her ear and explored it. Her
perfume was still so intoxicating. He turned on his hip and placed his right knee
over her legs. His right hand traced the outline of her form.

She looked at him all yearning. She wanted him now. Her game playing earlier in
the evening had left her all afire. Deep in his eyes she could see how sensitively
passionate he was. As his hand stroked her thighs she felt her own desires
heightening.

Her finger traced the pattern of his lips. She wanted him now but she was satisfied
to let him stoke her fires ever so gradually. He rolled over on to his knees, thus
freeing her legs. He grasped the hem of her sweater and raised it slowly, each
centimeter of revealed flesh inciting him to raise it further. She raised her arms over
her head to accommodate his efforts. As her bust became visible he paused with the
sweater partially over her head and kissed her chest. He sighed in adoration. He
sucked at her nipples through the lace of her bra. Her breathing stopped for a
moment as a shock went through her from head to toe. He laid it behind her as it
came free of her arms. He laid her back gently, her head coming to rest on the
balled up sweater. The wool of the rug felt cool to her skin.

"I'm yours... do what you want." She said, looking into his eyes.

The depth of her arousal excited him. He used his mouth and tongue to get to
know this unexplored territory. She writhed in her pleasure. He sat astride her and
opened her bra releasing her twin melons. They were flushed in her excitement.
Her nipples were erect. He kissed her lips and followed the ridge of her teeth
with his tongue. Not satisfied to taste only one of her delicacies, he ran his tongue
over to her ear and nibbled on the lobe and then traced a path down her neck. She
sighed with delight, her eyes, half open.

Seemingly unaware of what she was doing, she unbuttoned his shirt and clawed
gently at his chest. She could feel his attentions increasing the tempest within her
and all she could do was flow along with him. He was in control now. When he
reached her breasts she fumbled for the drawstring of his pants. She reached
inside and her nails gripped the tight ass inside.

His experienced tongue sought to know every crevice of her body. He traced the
outline of her form. Gently tonguing first one side then another. His tongue lazily
lolled around her belly button. When it arrived at the snap of her fly, he paused to
look at her. Her eyes pleaded for him to continue.

With deliberation he undid her pants. She raised her hips to accommodate him as he
pulled them over her slender hips. He removed her shoes then pulled them the rest
of the way off. She was wearing hose beneath. His index fingers ran over the soles
of her feet. She curled her toes. He rolled the hose down over her legs then pulled
them off. Then he leaned over and nibbled at her snatch through her lace bikinis.
Deftly he slipped his fingers under the elastic band and had them off in seconds.

He pulled her legs together then sat astride them looking at her, as though finished
a smile toyed at the corners of his mouth. As realization sank in, a look of sheer
anguish played across her face.

He laughed at that then spread her legs and bent over the delta of her Nile. With
fingers entwined in her snatch she touched his tongue to the tip of her clit. A
shudder shook her whole body. As he ran his tongue over the lips of her cunt he
paused...looked at her with a question in his eyes that asked...

"Butter rum?"

Her eyes twinkled, but she did not reply. His tongue delved deeply into her inner
recesses wriggling like a snake. She arched her back and cried out.

"Yes, eat me..."

He needed no encouragement as he proceeded with his exploration. He ran his
tongue around her outer lips. Then he progressed to nibbling them, licking them,
then sucking on her little button of joy.

She couldn't take anymore. She bucked up and amidst the fireworks that exploded
in her head she realized that those sensations were not subsiding. They were
becoming more intense. Attempting to rise onto her elbows, she realized that he
was exerting enough pressure on her tummy to keep her from doing so.
Relentlessly he teased on. Within minutes she came again. She dug her heals into
the floor and arched up. When the stars in her head faded she looked up to see him
kneeling over her with his thick rod pleading for attention. Where his tongue had
wreaked havoc with her nervous system she soon felt a knob knocking at her
gateway. Slowly he entered and pushed forward as though he had all the time in the
world. Every centimeter or so he'd pause, look at her as though asking...

"Should I continue?"

She could only stare back at him, begging in her eyes, as she nodded her head. He
continued to advance until entrenched to his balls in her little Chinese puzzle. He
then began to retreat and advance. With his legs together he was soon plunging into
her with the regularity of a drill pumping oil. He drove in slowly and retreated
slowly...he allowed his orgasm to creep up on him and peaked as she passed out
from the intensity of her climax.

When she came to, she lay there for several minutes before moving. She rolled over
to find him resting on his elbow staring at her. She looked into his eyes and said,
"Gawd, that was great!" Her cunt throbbed from the recent attention it had
received and her flesh tingled all over.

"Butter rum?" He asked.

She smiled. No response.

"Let's take a bath together." As he got up, he helped her to her feet. She was a
little shaky. She allowed her bra to drop to the ground. She followed him over to
behind the divider. In the corner was a triangleshaped bathtub that easily
accommodated two. Adjacent on one wall was a sink; adjacent on the other was a
commode. In front of the tub, against the divider was a bureau.

He started the water and asked her if it was a good temperature. It was fine with
her. He got out a few towels and wash cloths and wrapped her in one of the towels.

"Hold on, I'll be right back." She could hear him moving around doing something
amidst a few thuds. When he came back he had a bathrobe which he handed to her
and a pair of boxers for himself.

They got in while the water was still running. She stretched out and lounged on her
side. The water slowly brought her senses back into balance. Lazily she toyed with
the sparse hair on his chest as she lay there facing him. When the tub finished filling
he turned off the water. He reached for the soap. He lathered the wash towel then
slowly massaged her body with the soapy cloth, stopping to toy with her breasts and
belly button then each leg as he held it up over his shoulder.

"Sit here." He patted the ledge. She sat thereon then he gently spread her legs
open. He reached behind her and pulled her bottom almost to the ledge. Gently he
soaped her inner thighs then her rose bud. Her lips still pouted. He tossed the
towel into the sink then took the cup that was resting on the back of the commode
and filled it with water from the tub. He poured the water slowly over her clit,
fingers playing with the wet curls on her mound. She relaxed back and enjoyed.
Soon she realized the water had stopped and that there was a digit traipsing
over her pussy. Through half closed eyes she saw his head buried between her legs.
Slowly the tide rolled in, but before it could roll back out to sea carrying her with it,
she raised his head and slid back into the water pushinghim away gently.

"Sit back." She said as she straddled his thighs. She held herself over him then
impaled herself on his wooden stake. It felt so good as she engulfed it. She leaned
against him; her nipples touching his chest. She began to ride him. She increased
the tempo gradually, spurred on by the sound of the water lapping against the sides
of the tub. He tensed beneath her, then she felt his fountain deep within her cubby.
She trembled as she came then collapsed against him. Moments later she rolled over
and began to soap him all over. When they'd finished bathing they dried each other
off. He helped her into his bathrobe. When she walked around the corner she saw
that he'd pulled the couch bed out.

"Would you like to crash here tonight?"

"Sure."

"I have some ice cream in the freezer. Would you like some?"

"Hmm, that sounds good."

She walked over to the tank as he disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with
two bowls full of French Vanilla ice cream. He handed her one, then led her over to
the sofa bed. As they ate their ice cream they talked about trivial things, both too
tired to really hold much of a conversation. He sat their bowls down on the floor
when they were done, then pulled back the covers. They snuggled down together
and soon both of them drifted off to sleep.