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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Afternoon Feast
Part: 1 of 13
Universe: Adventures of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (Mf oral)
Language: English
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The Afternoon Feast
(Mf oral)
A Willy Tamarack Adventure
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLONG ***
This is the first in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures. In this
adventure you learn a little about Willy and meet his teenage friend, Karen.
Hopefully the series will become popular enough for me to become stoked enough
to continue writing them. All the stories are written to stand-alone but are
so much more fun to read together. As always e-mail your comments to
willyt@willytamarack.com
*** CHAPTER ONE ***
Well I really stepped on my dick this time. I don't know what the fuck I
was thinking about - giving half a joint to some high school teeny-bopper.
Last night was when it started. I had decided to do Australian for dinner,
The OutBack, as they have an excellent dish with chicken and shrimp on a bed
of Fettuccini Alfredo. I was thinking that and a couple of Fosters ought to
just about make the start of a great evening. So I tapped out the joint I had
just smoked half of; put the roach into my cigarette pack and headed out the
front door for a leisurely walk to the restaurant. About an hour and a half
later, I had finished an excellent dinner; the service was great and as usual
I over tipped - what the hell, they are all college kids working their way
through school. I am now wandering the maze of the Taco Bell parking lot on
my way back home, when.......
"Hey ! Mister."
I turn to find a not unattractive young lady racing across the parking lot
towards me. She arrives a bit out of breath.
"Ah....You come here a lot, don't you ?"
"Yea."
"Well...I was your bus boy....I mean girl and the waiter and I were
wondering...Well, I mean, you always seem so....are you just naturally high
all the time or do you always have a couple of bong hits before coming to
dinner ?"
I suppose the fear showed in my manner or maybe my eyes as she immediately
backs away a bit and apologizes, but then I start to laugh, take the
cigarettes out of my pocket; light one, finally fish the roach out of the pack
and hand it to her.
"It's a natural high, miss." I tell her.
She starts to giggle, looking at the roach in her hand and says, "Thanks,
Mister."
I hadn't walked half way back to the condo when the paranoia sets in.
Fucking stupid; just fucking dumb !! Later the paranoia eased somewhat as I
spend a very enjoyable evening masturbating and having fantasies about the
women I watched fucking and sucking everything in sight on my big screen TV.
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
That was last week. This morning, as I was completing my morning run at
about 06:30 a.m., I am startled by a car horn. I immediately jump to the
sidewalk and notice a new model car, that has passed me on the opposite side
of the street, begin to back up toward me. It stops right across the street
from me, the passenger door opens and out comes my "bus girl," as she put it.
She crosses the street and stops about three feet away.
"Boy ! I've been looking for you everywhere. I was hoping you would have
come back for dinner again before now. Why are you up so early ?"
It's damn hot in Las Vegas during the summer and although the temperature
does abate somewhat in mid-August; I still confine my running to the early
morning. "It's a little rough running during the heat of the day around
here." I reply.
"Hey...Yea, you're right. I'm sorry, it's just that...."
"Yea, I know, you don't often see old stoners out running, trying to act
like they're 20 years younger than they are."
"No, it's not that, I just figured that....well, you know, the natural
high. It's not often that stoners exercise."
"Shit, my entire high school football team either got stoned or drunk
after every game." I reply.
"Yea, it's the same here. Hey, I was wondering if you had any more of
that natural high you had the other evening ? I could sure use some more of
that. The little bit that you gave me really got my friend and I, like really
high.....I mean I'll pay for it."
"Yea and twenty minutes later you'll be trading me into Las Vegas' finest
to get you and your friend off the hook for some previous infraction of the
law. I can see the headlines now - Large dope bust in Green Valley. Is that
your friend in the car ?"
"No, it's not like that at all....man, like I don't even know your name or
where you live, so how can I rat on you ??" She asks.
"My name is Willy Tamarack...What's yours ?
"Karen Wilson."
Just then her friend honks the horn and yells, "Hey, Karen ! Come on.
We're late !"
Karen looks back at me and says, "I've got to go, Willy. Can I meet you
this afternoon, say at the park up by the Mormon Church and we can talk some
more ?"
I thought for a second and then the horn sounded again. "No, "I'll meet
you up at the top of the hill, right over there. What time ?"
She runs across the street, calling back, "One o'clock, Ok?"
She was looking back at me over the top of the car as I yell, "Ok !" Then
she's into the car, slamming the door and the vehicle speeds away.
As I walk back toward the entrance to the complex, the paranoia comes back
again - big time paranoia. What the fuck did I do that for ? I had almost
forgotten about the first incident and now I agree to meet her about a hundred
yards from my own condo. Exceptionally smart, Willy.
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
I am fairly new here; having lived in Las Vegas now for just a little over
a year. Las Vegas - Wow !! What a place, the original adult Disneyland. To
be honest, I really don't live in Las Vegas but in one of it's suburbs; which
most of the residents call Green Valley. I moved up here about six months
after my family was wiped out in an automobile accident on one of Orange
County's many freeways. No one's fault - shit happens - I guess ?! After the
accident I just had to get out; away from our friends, our neighborhood, away
from just about everything. I have a military friend in Las Vegas who
convinced me to move away from Southern California. So I sold everything;
packed the rest and drove North on I-15 to Las Vegas. I bought a small, 12
year old, two bedroom condo in a upper-middle class development where the
landscaping is rather lush for the desert.
Anyway, while going through the shit, shower and shaving routine, I
attempt to devise a plan so that I can get my pink ass out of this self-made
jam. The paranoia starts escalating about noon as I still hadn't come up with
any good ideas. I was now thinking that if I didn't show up she might rat on
me for not getting her more dope. So I went to the freezer, where I keep my
smokable dope, and got out an ounce or so; what we used to call a three finger
lid. At twelve-thirty I start walking through the complex to see if I can spy
any unusual activity. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, I arrive at
the meeting place about ten minutes early.
I sit with my back to the wall of one of the complexes' condos, noticing
that at least we won't be able to be seen from the street. Through the trees,
I catch a glimpse of Karen crossing the street about a half a block from where
I'm sitting. For the first time I really take a good look at her and notice
that she appears quite tall, but it might be because she is so skinny. Her
legs look like tooth picks - not much of a figure. She is wearing, what looks
like, a man's shirt with a blue "T" shirt on underneath and a pair of fairly
short, cut-off jeans. She has on a pair of girl's tennis shoes and her hair,
which both of the times I've seen her before has been done up on the top of
her head, is now undone and flowing behind her, hippie like, as she hurries
across the street. Her hair is brown but much of it has been bleached by the
sun or the bottle. I've never been good at telling the difference.
She casually walks up the hill toward the condo complex about a hundred
feet or so to my right. She sees me sitting against the wall, waves and
starts toward me. As she gets closer I see that she is not wearing a "T"
shirt at all but one of those tube tops that just cover her breasts, which
look incredibly small. She is also wearing more make up than I have seen or
noticed from our previous meetings. She sits about three feet away and leans
back against the wall. We sit like that, not talking, for a couple of minutes
or so. Finally.....
"I didn't mean to hassle you this morning, honest, and I've never been
busted and my dad is not the chief of police. I just want to buy some of the
dope that you gave me the other night. That is if you have any more...." She
starts.
"Well, I'm a little paranoid about all that has happened....I don't mind
selling you a little dope. I'm just concerned about covering my ass." I
reply.
"That's cool. I understand. I haven't told anyone where I got the stuff
you gave me the other night, honest."
"How about your girl friend, you know; the one you shared it with.....or
the girl who drove this morning, how did you explain stopping ?" I ask.
"They are both the same girl. Her name is Monica. She's my best friend.
I told her I got the joint from a customer at the restaurant who was real
baked.....
"Well that's a fact." I interrupt.
"And this morning I told her that you were a family friend and I had to
give you a message from my dad."
We talked for about a half hour, some about her, some about me. I learned
that she is a high school senior and has a boy friend. She learned that I am
fairly new in town and no longer have any family. We shared some stories
about the "evil weed" and laughed at each others jokes. I started to feel
comfortable about the time she started discussing her grades and her college
ambitions. She stressed that she doesn't get stoned 24 hours a day. I told
her that I usually get stoned once a day, at least. She asked how I could get
up early to run. I laughed and said that it was sometimes real hard. It was
about that time that I asked her to come to my place and we could do the deal.
"Now who should be paranoid ?" she asks.
"Probably you." I laugh.
She laughs and says, "Where to, Willy ?"
I get up, explaining that I live at the back of the complex and we head
off through the trees towards my place. As we're walking up the hill from the
community pool towards my patio, I notice that her shorts don't quite cover
all of her ass and that she shows some cheek with every step. Ah ! What the
fuck, if I'm going to sell her dope, what's the harm in having fantasies about
fucking her brains out too ? Probably 20 to life, all expenses paid by the
state.
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
I close the sliding glass door and ask her if she would like to hear some
music. She says "ok" and asks if I have any Hootie and the Blowfish. I say
no and put on some Neil Young. She is eyeing the hemp filled baggie that is
laying on the coffee table.
"Have a seat." I say.
She keeps looking at the lid on the table and blurts out, "Ah...I don't
have enough cash to buy all that. I mean I don't think that I've ever seen so
much dope." She sits down next to me on the couch.
"Well, how much do you want ?"
"I only brought twenty bucks..." She lets the rest hang.
I pull some papers out of my pocket, open the baggie and begin to roll a
joint; asking her if she wants to get high. She nods and I light up, take a
large drag and hand her the joint. As she is taking a "hit," I wander into
the kitchen and get another sandwich bag. We pass the joint back and forth as
I take dope out of the baggie on the table and put it into the new bag. Both
of us are getting pretty stoned about now and she mentions that she still
doesn't have enough money to buy what I am offering. I tell her it's no
problem as I grow my own in one of those growing contraptions that you hide in
the closet. She laughs and says that some of her friends had tried growing it
in their back yards but nothing came of it.
The joint is now rather small and Karen complains about not bringing her
bong. Rather boldly I offer to be her bong and she asks how I'm going to do
that. I take a deep drag of what's left of the joint and motion her closer.
I hoarsely tell her to open her mouth and then place my mouth over hers and
exhale. She starts to inhale the smoke I'm blowing into her mouth. Both of
our eyes are wide open and suddenly hers open even wider. She backs away and
exhales in a loud...."Oh Wow !!
I exhale the rest, get up and wander into the kitchen again. I yell back
into the front room, "You want a diet Pepsi ?" Not hearing a response I peer
into the front room and see her leaning back on the couch with her head thrown
back, eyes closed and her legs slightly spread. Her jeans are not quite
covering her crotch and I can see that she is wearing white panties. I begin
to feel a stirring between my legs - "Oh Jesus" - I'm getting a hardon. I
pour a couple of glasses of Pepsi and head back for the front room. She
hasn't moved. I say, "Here's your Pepsi, Karen."
She opens her eyes, takes the glass and gulps down a couple of swallows.
I ask if she wants another hit and she only nods. I relight the roach, take a
big hit and move over to her. She leans her head back and opens her mouth. I
once again cover her mouth with mine and exhale. This time her eyes remain
closed and as I finish exhaling; I allow my tongue to start exploring her lips
and teeth. Her eyes open real wide but then close as she starts to exhale
through her nose. I continue my exploration of her mouth with my tongue and
her tongue now comes to meet mine. I break the kiss and say, "That was nice.
Want another one ?"
"I don't think I can take another hit......I don't think I've ever been
this stoned."
"No, another one of these." I say as I lean toward her and again cover
her mouth with mine. Her mouth opens as my tongue slips between her lips. We
are kissing rather energetically when her arms come up around my neck. I slip
my arm around her waist and rest my other hand on her bare thigh. She moves
her thighs apart a bit and I feel a tugging on my shorts as my hardon begins
to grow again. The kiss continues as I move my hand up the left side of her
body stopping on her belly and rubbing it with a back and forth movement. Her
shirt is unbuttoned to just above her belly button and I proceed to unbutton
the rest; sliding my hand onto her bare belly. I continue rubbing; stop
kissing her mouth and begin to lick her neck, right up to her ear then start
frenching her ear. She hasn't made a sound so I slip my hand up and cup her
left breast. Karen has really been short changed in the breast department but
I can feel a very prominent nipple through her tube top. I move my mouth back
to hers and this time she kisses me with abandon, all tongue, lips and teeth.
I drag her tube top down to around her belly button and start to roll one
nipple, then the other, between my index finger and thumb.
I break the kiss and cover her left nipple with my mouth and begin sucking
and licking as I slide my free hand down her belly and into the waist band of
her shorts She sucks in her belly, which causes my boner to throb and makes
me believe that I am not alone in my desire. I slip my fingers into her
panties and continue towards her cunt until I run into a tuft of pubic hair.
I stop my hand at the top of her mound, which is not very prominent, and
squeeze and rub in a circular motion. I was concentrating so much on her
nipples and mound that I totally freak out as her left hand moves onto my
hardon. Once found, Karen immediately starts to rub it from my balls to it's
tip. I remove my hand from her shorts, unbutton her jeans, slide the zipper
down and replace my hand down the front of her shorts and into her panties.
After rubbing her mound for a bit, I slip my finger down deeper into her
crotch and inside her. I start to finger fuck her slowly. I go back to
kissing her mouth and am met by a very active tongue as her hand increases the
tempo on my cock.
God, does this feel good. If she keeps this up for a little longer I'm
going to cum in my pants; so I remove my hand from her pants and slip
partially off the couch onto the floor on my knees. This removes her hand
from my cock. I look up at her face; her eyes are still closed and she is
breathing just a bit deeply. I stare at her nipples, which are about the size
of quarters and much darker than her skin. They are like cones on her almost
non-existent tits. I hold her by the hips and french her belly button, then
take a hold of each side of her shorts and tug them down her skinny legs. Her
panties come with them and after getting them off her feet, I drop them on the
floor next to me. My tongue leaves her belly button and starts licking
towards her cunt. I run my tongue through her pubic hair and see that it is
the same color as the hair on her head - a deep brown. I spread her legs a
little more and begin taking large mouths full of her thighs as I place both
hands on her mound and rub back and forth in opposite directions, trying to
create some friction. I spread the lips of her pussy and lick up and down her
slit. She doesn't move or make a sound. I lick up and search for her
clitoris; as I slide a finger, then two into her and start finger fucking her
again. She is not as tight as I had imagined and would easily take my cock.
I am almost positive that she isn't a virgin. After finding and lubricating
her clitoris, I replace my fingers with my tongue and tongue fuck her rather
briskly. After a few moments of no reaction, I remove my face from her cunt
and ask, "Are you always this quiet when you're making love ? Do you want me
to stop ?"
Her eyes open and she looks at me for a moment or two and then says, "Oh !
No. Please don't stop. What you're doing feels good....real good. My boy
friend has never done this - all he does is finger me and then stick it in me.
I like what you're doing - don't stop."
I lower my head and lick from her cunt to her clit. I do it again with my
eyes locked on hers and ask, "You sure ?"
"Oh ! Yes I'm sure. Lick me, please."
I now bury my tongue in her cunt, fucking it in and out of her as fast as
I can. I place a thumb on her mound and rub it up and down the top of her
slit trying to stimulate her clitoris. My tongue is tired so I replace it
with my fingers and begin sucking large mouths full of her thighs into my
mouth. I am now finger fucking her like crazy, moving to the side of her I
move my mouth to the top of her mound, sucking as much of her mound into my
mouth as I can. With my other hand I spread her pussy lips, sucking on her
clitoris. After a minute or so of this I remove my mouth from her clit and
ask, "Are you getting close to cuming ? I want you to cum, Karen. Come on
help me get you off, Karen. I want you to cum, baby." I go back to licking
her clit, never stopping my fingers from fucking in and out of her cunt.
Her hips start to move and it becomes more difficult for me to keep my
tongue zeroed in on her clit so I suck as much of her mound into my mouth as I
can and kept on sucking. I feel her orgasm first in her thighs as she starts
to spread them, then close them in a cadence that she no longer controls. I
keep fingering her rapidly. I take my mouth off her clit and whisper, "Come
on Karen, get off baby." She is breathing very rapidly and her hips are
coming off the couch as she pushes back against the fingers that I am sliding
rapidly in and out of her cunt. With her hips up off the couch she reaches
down with both hands and pulls my head back to her pussy. I take as much of
her mound in my mouth as I can and suck.
"Oh God. Ahhhhh !!! Ahhhhhh !!!!" She doesn't quite scream.
The pressure of her hands on my head subsides and I slowly start licking
my way to her navel, then to her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other.
I finally reach her mouth and kiss her open mouthed for a few minutes before
saying; "Well, how was that ?"
*** CHAPTER FIVE ***
"That was wonderful - no shit - the best I've ever had with anyone. My
boy friend says that he won't do that because it smells and he'd get too much
hair in his mouth."
I laugh as I pull a couple of her pubes from my mouth; get up off the
floor and sit next to her on the couch. "Your boy friend is a fool, then."
Look who's talking, the guy who is going to spend the next century in the
slammer.
Karen slides closer to me on the couch and kisses me on the lips,
"Thanks," she says, "that was real super, the best ever. No kidding. Do you
want to... ?"
"Fuck," I fill in the blank.
She only nods back in response. Unfortunately, my hardon has totally
deflated and is now as limp as a dish rag. So I continue, "We should have
done that a little while ago as I'm not quite up to the task right now."
Karen slides her hand under my "T" shirt and starts to gently rub my
belly, seemingly heading toward my cock with every passing second. She soon
has her hand in my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock stroking me
slowly. And while I am starting to get hard; it is not the tremendous hardon
that I had earlier. She kisses me and my fingers are now playing with her
nipples. She takes her hand out of my pants and with both hands unbuttons,
then unzips them and pushes them down around my ankles. I kick them aside.
After a while, with not much improvement in my non-turgid member, I break our
kiss and say, "Why don't we take a break for a few minutes, sometimes old men
have a hard time getting it up." I lean forward, pick up the roach and light
it again.
She giggles and says, "My boy friend also has that problem when he gets
too drunk. I can sometimes work on him all night it seems and he never gets
hard."
"I know the feeling." I say as I pass her the roach and begin to roll
another number. She has leaned back against the couch with her eyes closed,
holding the roach out towards me. I take the roach and throw it in the ash
tray. I light up the number, take a deep hit and stare at her almost nude
body. "Do you ever masturbate ?" I ask.
Her eyes flash open. For the first time she appears to have some modesty.
She closes her legs a bit and puts her hands over her bush. "Do you ?" It
was defensive.
"Yea, all the time. I love to play with myself and usually do it when I'm
watching porno flicks or looking at magazines filled with nude women. I was
thinking that if you don't mind I could stare at you and play with myself and
when I get hard we could...."
"Fuck." she finished.
"Yea." I lean back against the end of the couch and slowly stroked my
cock. I don't normally masturbate this way so I look around and find her
panties. I pick them up off the floor, cover my cock with them and begin to
rub the fabric up and down my shaft. I tell her not to worry that I won't cum
on her panties and she says it's ok as her boyfriend would often clean off his
cock with them after fucking her. After a few moments she asks me if I want
her to do anything.
"Yea, play with yourself, Karen."
She moves to the other end of the couch, now we are facing each other, and
starts rubbing her mound with one hand and her belly with the other. I take
my "T" shirt off and continue to gaze at her masturbating. "Play with your
nipples." She does. One hand in her bush and the other rolling one nipple
then the other between her fingers. I'm starting to get hard - real hard.
"Do you ever finger yourself ?" I ask. She nods and I tell her to finger
herself and when her fingers are real wet to bring them over to me as I want
to suck and lick them. After only a couple of plunges into her cunt she gets
up, and crosses the length of the couch and holds out her hand for me to lick.
I tell her to take her panties off my cock and when she does she exclaims,
"Oh ! Yea !" and starts to move onto her back, down at the other end of the
couch.
"No, sit on it, Karen." I tell her, holding my cock straight up from my
belly. She slowing moves over me, with a puzzled look on her face. I put one
hand on her ass, guide her over my cock and tell her to lower her cunt a bit.
The head of my cock comes into contact with her pubes and I rub my cock up and
down the length of her slit. I put my cock into the entrance of her cunt and
tell her to lower herself on to my lap. She is very wet and I slide about
half the way in. I take a hold of her hips and rock them back and forth as I
bury myself in her cunt. Oh, is she nice and very warm.
"God ! That feels good."
She nods and says, "Oh. Yes, it does."
I tell her to lean forward a bit, put her hands up by my shoulders and
rock back and forth. "Rub your pussy against my pubic bone." I tell her. I
am dying to start pumping my cock in and out of her but know that if I do;
I'll be finished in just a few minutes. So I just lay there watching her rock
back and forth while my hands play with her nipples, slide up and down her
thighs and squeeze her very firm ass. I pull off her blouse and push the tube
top up over her head and throw them both on the floor. We were now both nude,
except for our shoes. Her rocking becomes somewhat intense so I slow her down
with my hands on her hips and tell her to lean back with one hand behind her
and use the other to rub her mound and clit. She does so and is soon rocking
again. I reach out and begin to pinch her nipples. They are swollen and
again look like small nose cones. She is starting to breath more rapidly and
even though she is not causing much friction on my cock, I can't stand the
wait any longer. I have got to cum. I reach up with both hands and pull her
shoulders down to me, mash my mouth to hers and slide my hands to her ass. I
take a cheek in each hand and start fucking her with everything I have,
lifting her off me with each thrust. I break the kiss and start babbling
incoherently. It comes quickly, about three or four spurts of semen. I keep
on pumping until I feel myself start to deflate. We lay still, breathing
heavily as my dick shrinks out of her. "Did you cum ?" Karen asks.
"Yea, I think you could say that."
"So did I. That's the first time I ever did.....you know, fucking. God,
was it great. You know, I wasn't sure when you started talking about playing
with myself.....like you were some pervert or something but I've never had an
orgasm like that, even by myself."
"I think we're about to dribble on the couch, so why don't you roll off me
and I'll go get a wash cloth or something." I say.
"Where did you put my panties ?" Karen asks.
"No, I'll get us wash cloth." I say as I disengage from her and walk off
toward the bathroom. I come back in just a few minutes but she already has
her panties on and is pulling on her shorts. I'm wiping my dick with the wash
cloth.
She looks up from the couch and says, "Shit, Willy. I couldn't wait. Its
almost five and I have to get home or I'll catch hell for being out so late."
With that she jumps up off the couch, comes up to me and plants a great big
kiss on my lips and says, "Thanks." She backs away grabs her tube top, slips
it over her head and begins putting her blouse on. I feel rather stupid and
embarrassed standing there bare ass in my tennis shoes. She fishes a twenty
dollar bill out of her pocket and puts it on the table.
"Why don't you take both, Karen ?" I ask.
She shakes her head from side to side and says, "I can't do that, Willy.
It's way too much for how much I'm paying. Even with this I'm ripping you
off." With that she picks up the smaller of the two baggies, walks over,
gives me another big kiss and heads to the door. "I don't think you ought to
go out like that, Willy, it might cause the neighbors to gossip." She laughs,
opens the sliding glass door and is gone. I wander over to door, realizing
that the whole time we were getting it on - the drapes were open. Oh ! Well,
shit happens. "Rippin' me off - Yea Right !"
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