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Subject: {ASSM} "The Inquisition" (Mg first oral)[1/3]
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   @(C) 2002 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.

                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following story is a work of sexual fiction.  So it follows that 
youngsters should not be reading it.  If you happen to fall into that category 
and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing.  
That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information 
today compared to say...Just ten years ago.  Shit !  How about thirty years 
ago ?  Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we 
had...Things we never thought about.  The war was the defining issue of my 
time.  Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they 
don't need that much ?  Guidance, that is.

    Having said that.  I really believe censoring the material a young mind 
absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility 
for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because 
I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the 
information...A tremendous example would be the demise of the soviet union.  
In retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their 
government into submission.  A great time to be a member of the armed forces 
but then why aren't enlistment offices packed ?  Another part of the problem ?  
And who says it's a problem ?

    I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot 
and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination, 
the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the 
tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich 
and long life.  I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, 
doesn't do the same.

    Quite a youthful story about a whole lot of shit.  Willy's got a lot of 
different methods of operation.  It's really hard to pin him down as the 
following ditty elaborates on.  Real names have been changed to protect the 
innocent and aren't we all innocent until proven guilty ?  We shall see !

    I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most 
to me...From the early years to the present.  The tales we could tell about 
this and that...The secrets we shared and still share.  The times we've been 
not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right 
there and that was cool.  The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex.  It's 
hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ?  I'm not sure but it sure was 
fun !  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to the 
usual.

                               The Inquisition
                                   Part One
                               (Mg first oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    This work was completed before Eleven September and reflects a world that 
will never again be.  A transformation, other than by violence, is never 
quick.  That only buildings and citizens were damaged or destroyed is rather 
remarkable.  God Bless...Democracies !  Long live Democracies !

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

    The woman kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  "My name is 
Laurie Hamilton.  I'm a citizen of the United States of America and you have 
no right to hold me.  I demand to see a representative of my government.  I 
have not broken any German laws."

    "Yea...Yea...We got that, Mrs. Hamilton."  Their english was excellent.  
Made you almost think they were americans but they weren't.  "What we want to 
know is the last time you saw a William Buffalo Tamarack.  The sooner you tell 
us; the sooner you're out of here..."  A commotion was going on out in the 
hall.  An elderly gentleman and her husband burst into the room.  A lot of 
german ensued.  David was bending over her, asking if she was all right.

    And now this...They wanted him bad.....

    .....Three men in suits were bracketing the woman.  A man on each arm and 
one following.  It was mid-morning and warm for October.  The woman appeared 
to be in her mid-twenties...Very alert and quite attractive.  She was allowing 
the men to push her through a maze of desks and chairs.  She imagined the 
interrogation rooms were in the back.  Several of the men were looking at her 
bust.  The young woman was stacked.

    She heard a non-descript man exclaim, a little too loudly, "That can't be 
her...She's too young."

    Another just as non-descript man, this one a little older than the first, 
called to the men escorting her.  "Her lawyer just called.  You've got less 
than ten minutes."

    The young woman thought, "What fools !  Letting the prisoner know how long 
the interrogation will last !"  She sat and smoothed her skirt as the men moved 
chairs around the room.

    "Do you know where Willy Tamarack is ?"  It was the one behind her.

    "My name is Laurie Hamilton.  I live at 242 Beverly..."

    It was very frustrating to interrogate Laurie Hamilton.  Now, there are 
probably a lot of ways to make a young lady talk but not many democracies 
practice those techniques unless their national interests are threatened...Or 
the enforcers get a little too gun-ho.

    "This is serious shit, young lady."  To the side, two of the men were 
puzzling over how her lawyer could be on the way already ?  They just picked 
her up ten minutes ago.  Right after she dropped her son off at day care.  Her 
old man was at work...Fuck !  Only a handful of guys knew this was going down.

    "How long have you known William Buffalo Tamarack ?"  A different tact.  
Just as pointless, she thought.  The effort they were exerting would really 
please him.  They must be bored...No big world catastrophe in the mill.  He 
must be driving them nuts.  She laughed.  She could tell they were pissed.....

    .....Her mind drifted back...Way back.  She was born in nineteen 
eighty-five.  Seven months after her father "bought the farm" in a brand new 
F-16...On some bombing range in Northern Utah...Not enough left to put in a 
grocery bag.

    The first man in her life was Willy...The first she remembered.  She was 
five...He'd drop by every night for a week, sometimes two...Maybe, twice a 
year.  Take her mother and her out to dinner or eat at their place.  He'd 
always bring a video and almost all the time would wrestle with her on the 
front room carpet in his flight suit.  He started bringing little gifts when 
she was six...The miniature liquor bottles for her mother and the peanuts for 
her.  He no longer wore the flight suit and was only there for the 
evening.....

    .....The door to the interrogation room burst open and in rushed a very 
well dressed young woman.  "Are you Laurie Hamilton ?"

    I remember laughing.  The lawyer couldn't pick me out of a line up !  What 
a riot !  She was young...But older than I was and just giving the suits tons 
of shit about the questioning.

    "Her client was just a casual acquaintance of Mister Tamarack."

    "If he's done half of what you claim, he should be easy to apprehend."

    She seemed non-pulsed that they were DEA agents.  At least that's what 
their I.D.s said.  They were all in this large harangue about drugs, dope, 
marijuana...Willy called it hemp.  The cops were pissed.  I was laughing.  
Finally the lawyer came to some agreement with them.

    She bent and spoke to me quietly.  "Sorry to meet under these 
circumstances, Laurie.  I'm Terry Brewer.  Willy's real sorry about this.  I 
told them you'd answer a few questions.  I told them you'd cooperate.  Willy 
told me to tell you that you can't hurt him...Tell it all..."  To trust her ?  
Fuck !  It was always so hard.

    Laurie pulled on the woman's sleeve.  The lawyer leaned down again.  "What 
number are you ?"  Laurie whispered.

    "Sixty-two."  She felt better.  She was number one.  Would always be 
number one and by the time she was in her middle years, would be worth 
millions and millions of dollars.  She wanted to tell the woman she was number 
one.  The woman was at least ten years older than she was...A lawyer...She was 
only a house wife...Yet she was number one.  She reached out to grab the 
woman's sleeve again.

    The young lawyer leaned down and whispered.  "I know, Laurie.  That's why 
I'm here.  I'm your lawyer...From now on...Forever...Just like ELY."  The 
young woman gave Laurie's shoulder a squeeze and then it began.

    "Do you know where Willy Tamarack is ?"

    "No...I know a William Buffalo Tamarack but not a Willy Tamarack.  
Although I imagine they just might be the same person...Sometimes he goes by 
Willy but his real name is William..."

    The interview was into hour number two.  I know my answers sounded flippant 
and not very polite.  Not many people understood Willy like my mom and 
I...Kind of surprised me, she wasn't here, too !  Shit !  I've known him all 
of my life.  Had been intimate with him on many occasions...

    "When's the last time you saw Willy Tamarack ?"  Broke into my day 
dreaming.  I think this was the last salvo.  Jesus !  When was the last time ?  
Two, three years ago...Mazatlan, again.  I laughed, I was six months pregnant, 
big as a house and moving on to building size.  Mother, Willy, Dave and me - 
separate suites this time as I was married and pregnant.  Dave and Willy got 
along great, always going surfing in the morning and playing beach ball all 
afternoon...

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

    After the interrogation ended, Terry Brewer took Laurie to lunch.  They 
wiled away most of the afternoon, shooting the shit about Willy and 
Mexico...Terry had seen him about a month ago when she and her husband went 
down to spend a week at their condo.  "...he fucking looked great, was still 
playing beach ball and doing a little surfing...And Pablo...Oh !  God !  
Laurie, you'd cream your jeans !  He's a hunk !  Got young things hanging all 
over him !"  Laurie was cracking up.....

    .....I was hanging on to his arms for dear life.  He had his back arched 
and I was trying to stop myself from sliding off of him.  He started bucking 
like a bronco and off I tumbled.  He was tickling me and I was out of control, 
rolling around on the carpet.  I tried crawling away but he caught me by the 
ankle and now his hands were back on my waist and I was hysterical.

    Nora, my mother, was yelling over my laughter.  "Laurie...Time to go to 
bed, dear.  Come on now, you're going to kill Malibu if you don't quit beating 
on him."

    "But...Mom, he started it.  I was just sitting there."  I was picking 
myself up off the ground.  Willy had curled up like a potato bug on the 
carpet.

    "Now, kiss Malibu good night and be off to bed...Now, young lady !"  I 
bent and kissed Willy's cheek.  It had whiskers on it and he smelled of sweat 
and JP-4.  Mom called it JP-4 but Willy told me it was really kerosene.  He 
grabbed my hand and kissed it.  I was off to bed and sweet dreams of flying my 
very own F-16.

    It was around this time that Willy explained how my dad died.  A lot of 
people contributed to his death...He explained risk to me...My father knew he 
was risking his life.  That's what he chose to do for a living.  Up until his 
untimely death, he had lived life to the fullest and loved me very much.  He 
wanted me to be happy.  It was like magic.  I really felt I could communicate 
with my father through Willy.  Oh !  It was just little thoughts.  But 
still...Yes !  William Buffalo Tamarack was like a father to me.

    After his family "bought the farm,"  Willy stayed with us for about a 
month; while he was getting settled in Las Vegas.  He was moving here from 
Southern California.  I was eight...Thought I was pretty special.  Before 
this, I never considered whether Willy was being a husband to my mother.

    To pay us back for the month he stayed with us, Willy took us both to 
Mazatlan, Mexico for a week.  We had a terrific time.  The beach, dining out, 
going boogie boarding with Willy and my mom, it was all wonderful.  I don't 
think I'd have ever come up with it myself but I walked in on them one night.  
They were both under the covers and Willy was on top of Nora.  They were both 
making noise but froze like a deer in the head lights when I asked what they 
were doing ?

    Willy quickly flipped off Nora, pulling the blankets up around his chin.  
I couldn't even see mom and then she started laughing like crazy.

    "We're wrestling."  It sounded reasonable to me so I went to the bathroom 
and then to kitchen to get a drink of water.  Willy came and tucked me in.  
When we got home, mom told me about the birds and the bees.  I never put the 
two together until way later.

    We saw him on and off for about eight years straight...Oh !  He did 
disappear, as he called it, for about a year once...Well, maybe it was twice ?  
I can't remember.  What I do remember of him is colored by the love a young 
girl sometimes has for an older man without knowing everything that goes along 
with it.  I was confident of my place with both of them.  My mom was great and 
took care of my every need.  Willy rarely attempted to temper any of her 
judgments about what was proper for a girl my age.  He'd started contributing 
some money for my college fund.  He kept telling me I could go to any college 
I chose to, provided I possessed the academic skills required.

    During this time, my mother would date other men and I no longer 
considered Willy the husband to my mother.  Yes !  I had fantasies about him.  
About age ten or eleven he told me that it wasn't proper for us to wrestle any 
more.  I'd started growing breasts and they were rather prominent for a young 
lady my age.  Now, we rarely wrestled any more anyway but every once and a 
while, I'd get his goat and we'd end up doing a lot of pushing and shoving.

    The following year or so my mother became involved with a gentleman.  They 
dated all the time.  That was cool with me as I was maturing and wanted time 
to myself.  The gentleman had invited her away for a weekend.  My mother was 
excited and going to hire some woman to come and stay with me.  I was furious.  
I could take care of myself...Blah, blah, blah.....

    .....He arrived early in the morning...On the day she was going to leave 
for the weekend.  Willy did.  Mom called the sitter and told her the trip was 
canceled.  Willy left.  A while later he was back with an overnight bag.  Mom 
called from the office that afternoon the minute I got home from school for 
one last check and then she was gone.  Willy slept all day...Well, he was 
asleep when I left for school and was still in bed when I got home.

    I jumped in the shower...Was priming myself.  In my mind, I know I was 
thinking I'd seduce him.  I swiped some of my mom's make-up, lip stick, 
perfume...The whole works.  Shit !  She wouldn't even let me shave my legs and 
my under arms, forget it.  Anyway, I'm all dressed up in this sexy house coat 
with just my panties on underneath...No bra.  I really didn't need one.  Mine 
were just a bit larger than baseballs and just about as firm...The areolae 
very light, the nipples almost non-existent.

    I still had a lot of baby fat and my belly button was a deep hole in my 
stomach.  I'd started growing hair about six months ago and had quite a bit 
for a seventh grader.  Auntie Martha showed up a month or so after my pubic 
hair started growing.

    I felt sexy; prancing down the hall toward the room where Willy was 
sleeping.  It was just a little after four and he was still out like a light 
when I shook him.  He mumbled something.  I leaned down and whispered in his 
ear.

    "Wanna wrestle ?"  He was awake.  I could tell but he hadn't moved.

    "Do you know what you're talking about little girl ?"  He was up and had 
his arms around me.  Our faces were very close.  He pushed me away, held my 
shoulders at arms length.  "What's this shit ?  Am I supposed to be overcome 
with lust and take you here and now ?  Or can we wait until we've had 
something to eat ?  I'm starved...Now, go wash that shit off and put on some 
jeans and a sweater.  It'll be cold tonight."

    I was embarrassed and ran down the hall, tearing up.  He was at my bedroom 
door, knocking.  "It's four-thirty.  The van's leaving at five.  With or 
without you.  I'd rather you came but that's up to you.  You're old enough to 
take care of yourself for a couple of hours."

    I brushed by him in the doorway on the way to the bathroom.  I was ready 
to go with five minutes to spare.  He was pleased.  His van was in the garage 
instead of Nora's corolla.  I got in the van while he slapped some metallic 
signs against the side of the van...A catering outfit.  I'm pretty sure he 
changed the plates too but I could have cared less.  This was like a date.  I 
was out of my mind with excitement.

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

    We ate at a sports bar out in Green Valley.  It was really cool and packed 
with young people on a Friday night.  Now, none of them were close to my age 
but they were a lot younger than Willy.  Although the girl, bussing our table, 
wasn't much older than I was and knew Willy by name.  We ordered and Willy 
drank one of those big bottles of japanese beer.  At the time, I'd never seen 
such a big beer bottle.

    He talked all through dinner.  We were going to run some errands.  He was 
telling me that we'd have to back each other up tonight.  They wouldn't expect 
the two of us.  He didn't tell me who "they" were.  I was supposed to look 
natural and keep an eye on his six.  He was very detailed with his 
instructions and made me repeat them three times on the way to the Strip.

    It was easy for me to act natural.  Willy handed me a roll of quarters as 
we approached the video arcade.  I wandered around until I found a game that 
was descent and gave me an unrestricted view of Willy at the bar.  Like he 
instructed, I scanned the area as part of my cross check of the game.  Now my 
scores were real shitty but nobody was paying any particular attention to 
Willy as he used the bar phone...Or me for that matter.

    I timed my departure to fall in right behind him as he wandered through 
the casino.  It was exciting, following him.  I was in the back and watching 
for cars as we pulled out of the parking area and headed South on the Strip.  
We made three more stops...All the same.  I played and checked six while he 
made a couple of phone calls.

    The evening ended at a race track out on Boulder Highway...The amusement 
kind of race track.  You know those little cars you drive around a track out 
in the middle of nowhere...So you don't run into anything.  Willy gave me a 
little instruction and sent me out on my own.  Now, there was nobody else on 
the track but I was by myself and tremendously excited.  I only ran into the 
baled hay twice.

    On the way home he told me about his cancer...How he was on the way to the 
West Coast to have it taken care of...After that, he was thinking of getting 
married and his girl friend would be tremendously jealous he was spending the 
weekend with such a beautiful young lady.

    I was over come with grief about his cancer.  He was too young and then I 
remembered my father.  He told me the cancer was our secret...Nora, my mom, 
didn't know.  I felt like a million dollars because he had confided in me but 
was envious as hell about the girl friend thing.  I melted when he kissed me 
good night, right on the lips, on the front porch.  He told me to get ready 
for bed, he was checking around a bit.

    I watched him through the front windows.  He melted into the darkness and 
I just saw a hint of movement as he rounded the house.  I raced down the hall 
to the back bedroom but couldn't see a thing in the back yard.  A flicker of 
light, like a lighter, over in the right corner of the yard.  A few minutes 
later there was one in the left corner.

    It didn't dawn on me until I met him entering the back of the house.  He'd 
been smoking marijuana.  I'd been through D.A.R.E. but had already smelled the 
odor of weed before the policeman burned it for us in class.  I knew Willy and 
my mom had done it occasionally as the smell was very familiar.  I'd never 
caught them but the smell is unmistakable.  He smelled like that now.

    "I've got a friend who's tried it.  She's trying to get some so a couple 
of us can do it.  Is it cool ?"

    He just nodded as he propelled me toward my bedroom.  He closed the door 
and told me he'd check in on me in a few minutes.  I was totally bare ass 
naked, under the sheets.  After all, Willy didn't know how I dressed for bed 
now a days.  He couldn't give me shit about this !?

    He knocked and then entered the room.  I had the bed side lamp on and was 
pretending to be reading.  He stood at the edge of the bed until I looked up 
at him.

    "Ok...But if your mother finds out about this...She'll probably kill me !?  
Get your fanny out of bed and meet me in the front room."  He turned but I 
know he saw I was naked.  I was bounding toward the closet and felt his eyes 
following me.  When I came out of the closet he was gone.

    I could smell it coming down the hall.  Some music was coming from mom's 
piece of shit stereo...A radio station...Oldie/Goldie type shit.  I changed it 
to a new age station.  After the usual instruction period, he let me drag on 
the pipe and then changed the station to rock and roll.  I was smoking again.  
In ten minutes we were in stitches and I didn't have any idea what we were 
laughing at ?

    I started it and wouldn't stop.  I was digging my fingers into his side, 
tickling him.  He was laughing and then wrapped me up in his arms.  His breath 
smelled like hemp.  He asked me to dance and now we were gliding around the 
front room.  I was back in my jeans and sweater but left my bra off and my 
panties, too.  His hands were roaming up and down my back like he was 
searching for my bra strap.

    One of his hands slipped down the back of my jeans and when he had a cheek 
of my fanny in his hand he whispered, "I hope we don't live to regret this."

    "We won't...I promise, Willy.  You going to show me how to wrestle under 
the covers ?"  I felt his excitement against me for the first time.  He was 
pushing it against my stomach.  His hand was kneading my ass cheek.  His mouth 
was against mine and his tongue was exploring my lips.  I opened my mouth and 
he invaded it.

    We were no longer dancing, just kissing.  His tongue was alive in my mouth 
and woke mine.  We were fencing with our tongues and he was picking me up.  
Now on the couch and I was partly on his lap.  One of his hands was under my 
sweater, kneading my breast meat while his other was still in my pants 
squeezing my butt.

    I was having a hard time breathing though my nose so I broke the kiss.  He 
started on my cheeks and ended up on my neck and ears.  His tongue and teeth 
driving me crazy.  Both of his hands were active in my sweater and pants, 
pinching and squeezing my nipples and breasts and kneading my butt cheeks.  I 
started frenching with his ear and my sweater started coming up.  I raised my 
arms and was now bare to the waist.  I pulled his "T" shirt off and now we 
laid down on the couch.

    His mouth devoured my breasts and I was breathing very hard when I felt 
his hand in my crotch.  He was just cupping my groin through my jeans.  I felt 
warm between the legs and spread my thighs so his hand would have more room to 
wander around...

    ...We didn't get to sleep until three or so and by then he had worked his 
hand inside my jeans and was rubbing my hair and mound.  I was quite excited 
by it all and was rubbing his dick.  He was hard as rock and I grabbed at it 
and rubbed it up and down like his fingers were doing between my legs.  I know 
I was wet because I could feel it.  His fingers were slippery as they roamed 
around my lips.

    I'm pretty sure he came while I was fondling his penis.  He went stiff 
for a bit and then jerked around, grinding his dick against my belly and hip.  
His finger slipped inside me and I went crazy, humping my virgin vagina up 
against the invasion.  His hand was moving quite quickly in my crotch and then 
I was there, panting and whimpering...Grasping at his body and trying to get 
more of his finger inside me...

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

    He tucked me in.  I was naked as a jay bird but he went down the hall to 
sleep.  We didn't rise until late but it started almost immediately.  He 
walked into my room naked.  I'd never seen a naked man before.

    "Let's shower, beautiful.  We've got a big day ahead of us."  He laughed.  
"Maybe that should be night ?"  It was after four.  He stopped talking when I 
got out of bed and then we were in each others arms and I could feel him 
growing against me.  He was rubbing it against my belly and massaging my butt.  
I was out of my mind.  I was naked with him and it felt so good.

    He dropped to his knees and feasted on my breasts while his hands crept up 
my legs and teased between my legs.  The edge of the bed was next and when his 
mouth left my belly button, I knew I was going to go crazy.  My stomach was 
doing summer-saults and my legs had started to shake.

    He was pulling my hair with his lips and then his tongue dove into the 
crease of my thighs.  Like a key in a lock, I spread my legs and dug my heels 
into the crease between the mattresses.  His tongue painted my hair and lips 
in saliva.  Oh !  I felt so gooey down there.  When he slithered his tongue 
between my lips, I went wild and started shrieking.  It just goaded him on and 
he eventually had to forcibly hold me still.

    He was back in my belly button but there were fingers in me now.  I was 
humping up into his hand as it had it's way with me.  Our mouths were fused 
together and I could taste myself.  His fingers were still moving between my 
legs but there was no urgency.  I was spent and limp on the bed, covered with 
a sheen of perspiration.

    He was half on top of me like a blanket when it's just a little too hot.  
Our bodies were sticking together.  He bit my ear lob so I bit his shoulder.  
He rolled away but I followed.  My mouth on his chest, my hand on his dick.  
We both knew I was going to put his dick in my mouth.

    He was getting hard in my hand and I was doing nothing, just touching it.  
I looked up at him.  He had his hands back behind his head, like...  "You're 
on your own, now."  He was smiling and finally whispered.  "Hope your mother 
doesn't notice the mess you made in my pants last night."  I squeezed his dick 
and he moaned.

    He was very hard when I started stroking it.  My tongue was in his belly 
button and he was thrusting up off the bed.  Every once and a while he'd pull 
me up and kiss me.  My mouth was a swamp of saliva.  I put my lips around the 
end of his dick and he almost screamed.

    He was holding on to the head board and it was like he was my slave and I 
had him chained to the bed.  For the next ten minutes Willy remained frozen 
while I explored his cock and balls.  I licked him.  I tasted him.  His cock 
was a shimmering pole when he guided my mouth to it.  He wrapped one of my 
hands around the base of his cock and my mouth covered the rest of his shaft.

    I started working my hand and mouth like a pump and started pumping 
Willy's cock.  Almost before I knew it he was spurting loads of cum into my 
mouth.  I was gargling it and then the damn burst.  His cock and balls were 
drenched in it.  It was dribbling down my chin.  His pubic hair looked like 
environmentally protected wet lands.  There was just too much for me to 
swallow.

    His eyes were closed when I looked up at him.  He was breathing heavily, 
his chest moving up and down.  I kissed up to his belly button afraid he might 
not want to kiss me with all this goo on my face.  He rolled me over and 
started raining kisses all over my face.  His tongue was in my mouth and now 
he was licking my chin clean.  I was getting turned on again.

    Like he sensed it, his hand found my pussy and started rubbing me.  I 
started grinding against the hand that was exploring my crotch.  I was 
clutching him again and wrapping my legs around him.  His hand was still down 
there just driving me crazy.....

    .....We started at one end of the Strip and worked on down to the other 
end.  We rode every amusement type ride the Strip had to offer...All in one 
night.  It was really fun.  We were both very mellow and scared the shit out 
of ourselves on every ride...Then into the van and off to the next place, 
taking hits off the pipe on the way.

    After he kissed me good night on the porch, I ran to the bedroom to get 
out of my clothes.  I was wrapped up in the sheets when he entered.  He held 
out the pipe and I smoked while he stripped.  His dick was almost hard already 
and I just knew tonight was the night.

    I tossed the sheet aside and spread my arms.  His dick actually got harder 
as he looked at me and then he was beside me and our mouths and hands were 
attacking each other's body.  He had a knee between my legs and I could feel 
myself leaking on to his thigh.  I was humping him like a dog.  His fingers 
were in me from behind and I was wild.  I could feel his hard dick between us 
and wanted it between my legs.

    His fingers were pumping in and out of me.  I knew there were at least 
two, maybe more ?  Our mouths were plastered to each other and I was starting 
to stick to him.

    He rolled and now I was on top of him.  He guided my crotch to the bone 
growing out of his pubic hair and I was rubbing myself against him.  His hands 
were running up and down my sides.  I was eager and knew I could do this 
myself.  My hand snaked between us and I was guiding him to my womanhood.  
He'd been fingering me so much that it was anti-climatic.  He was more than 
half way in before I felt anything and then it was just a tug and I was 
sitting, with him all the way inside me.

    We were both staring at each other.  His hands were on my thighs, rubbing 
the down of golden brown hair I had growing there.  When he flexed his dick, I 
actually jumped but then he was laughing and I was laughing with him.  I moved 
a little and he seemed to sink further into me.  Now that I was here, I wasn't 
quite sure what to do.

    His hands were soon filling themselves with my breast meat and then I was 
leaning down so that his mouth could suck on them.  When he started moving it 
felt so good I moaned a little and then he was off.  His arms were wrapped 
around my waist and his pelvis seemed to be working like a machine.  His dick 
was sliding in and out of me at an ever increasing pace and before I knew it I 
was panting and sweating and making noise.

    He was kissing my mouth, both of his hands on my rear end and still his 
dick was pumping in and out of me.  I found myself pushing back against him 
and his dick was a blur between my legs.

    He started cuming first, I could feel the rush of his seed as it coated my 
insides.  For a moment I didn't think I was going to have an orgasm but them 
it flooded over me as I felt his penis slip out, still pumping like a machine.  
Twice he pushed his dick back in to me and twice more it fell out but by then 
it didn't matter.  I was slithering around on his chest and belly as the waves 
of pleasure raced from my finger tips to the tips of my toes.

    He ended up on top of me with my legs wrapped around him.  We were still 
kissing.  We didn't do much else Sunday...Except make love.  Four wonderful 
times Willy slid himself into my belly and pumped his dick in and out of me 
until we were both blithering idiots.  He finally called it quits when he 
noticed I winched a bit when he slid into me.  I was raw and laughed when he 
told me his dick was sore.

                                [continued in]
                               The Inquisition
                                  [part two]


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