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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Vietnam Vet
Part: 1 of 1
Universe:
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral)
Language: English
@(C) 2007 Willy Tamarack 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 (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Young minds are being counseled
against the abuse of illegal substances.  Society should be applauded for
instituting such advice.  The intent here is not to argue against this
counsel.  It is also not to criticize the fine police forces that are
employed in the free world.  They are charged with a truly difficult task
and are doing their best to keep society free from dangerous
criminals...And they do a damn outstanding job !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Vietnam Vet

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Friday - Memorial Day Weekend - 2001

   Amanda Quale watched as the old man watered his lawn.  He usually did it
this time in the evening, only watering the places that were brown.  It
usually took him about a half hour or so.

   She looked down at the papers in her hand.  Her daughter, Amy's final
assignment for her middle school's D.A.R.E.  program.  It was an essay
about the medicinal use of marijuana.  Their next door neighbor was the
subject of the first two paragraphs.  Amanda didn't know much about him. 
He'd lived here before they moved into the neighborhood.  But he was a good
neighbor, very helpful and friendly with everyone.  He let Amy and her
friends swim in his pool most days she was home during the summer. 
Sometimes Amanda worried about that.....

   .....He lived alone.  They didn't communicate much.  He had confided in
her once, shortly after she moved in...Said he'd lost his wife to cancer a
few years back.  She shared with him that she was divorced.....

   .....She would always watch out the second story window when Amy and her
friends went next door to swim.  She always found Luke, that was his name,
sitting out in the sun, in plain sight...Like he knew he had to be seen at
all times when the girls were over.  Well, Amanda wasn't sure of that at
all but it sure made her feel better about letting Amy go swimming next
door.....

   .....If the essay, her daughter wrote, wasn't true ?  Then Luke was in
for a very unpleasant surprise come Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday morning
next week.  The essay described how their next door neighbor smoked
marijuana to increase his appetite during his chemotherapy.  It was a very
well written essay.

   But just how does one tell a child that sometimes it's not okay to tell
the truth ?  She was sure Amy believed that nothing would be done to their
neighbor next door because he was just treating his cancer and that law
passed last year.

   Most of the paper dealt with the medicinal uses of marijuana and was
quite detailed.  Amanda wondered where Amy got all this information ?  She
was pretty sure that D.A.R.E.  wouldn't mention it in their curriculum.

   Amanda looked up.  Luke was gone...The water already dried on the
pavement of the driveway.  She could always let it go.  She didn't owe him
anything.  After all it was against the law and if he really did have
cancer ?  Well, just like Amy, Amanda believed that the authorities would
let it slide.

   Shit !  He was an old man...Had to be close to sixty.  She knew he was a
veteran as every Saturday morning he left the house real early, with one of
those veteran hats on...Lots of medals and patches on it.

   Amanda put Amy's essay down and wandered into the kitchen to fix herself
a snack.  Her daughter was gone for the weekend...Camping with some
friends. Amanda wasn't often able to spend time by herself.  Keeping Amy in
tow was a full time job beginning at the end of her other full time job. 
She could never count on the money her ex-husband was supposed to send. 
Sometimes it came.  Sometimes it didn't.....

   .....The tape she rented from Smith's was terrible and she started
rewinding it about twenty minutes into the movie.  Amanda flipped through
the pages of a clothing catalogue until about eight-thirty when she fell
asleep on the couch in the front room.....

   .....The figures were all dressed in black with those police helmets on,
the ones with the clear plastic face shields.  They were creeping by her
bedroom window.  One of them put his finger to his lips.  She was shaking
and turned away from the window.  She brought her hand to her mouth and bit
her knuckle.  There were six that she counted and they were all carrying
shot guns.  She was sure there were others on the other side of his house.

   She tried to move toward the phone but felt she was walking through
quicksand.  The phone seemed to move away from her as she struggled toward
it.  She tried lunging but to no avail.  She could see him being beaten
with the butt ends of the shotguns as he confronted his assailants in his
hallway.  Amanda lunged for the phone again.....

   .....The floor was hard and Amanda's head actually bounced off the
carpet before she came awake.  She was sweating and confused.  For a few
moments she didn't have any idea where she was ?  She truly came conscious
with her back against the couch.  It was pitch black outside but the lamp
on the end table was still burning.  She felt stiff as she made her way to
the kitchen.  The clock on the oven said it was a little after one a.m.

   The coke was nice and cold but tasted flat.  Amanda wandered back into
the den and opened the back door.  She laughed thinking of the dream she'd
had.  She didn't even know his telephone number !  She looked over toward
his yard and saw the reflection of light from what she figured was his den
or front room...Maybe his kitchen ?

   Luke was up.  This was not mere coincidence.  It couldn't be ?!  Maybe
he knew ?  Maybe Amy talked with him about it before she wrote it ?  Amanda
had smoked marijuana before but had lied to her daughter when asked at the
beginning of the school year.  She felt uncomfortable with this course;
that prompted this type of parental questioning.  What was next ?  Is Amy
going to ask her about her sexual preferences when they come to sex
education ?

   Saturday - Memorial Day Weekend - 2001

   The house was dark in front and Amanda almost turned around and headed
home.  Maybe the light in the back was just that...A light on ?  He'd think
she was nuts, waking him at this hour.  She smelled hemp on his front
porch. Not like he was smoking it but something...She just couldn't finger
it...But knew it was hemp.

   A light came on inside almost immediately after she knocked on the door.
She heard movement and then the front porch light came on.  He peeked out
the curtains to the right of the door.  His smile was full of white teeth.

   A moment later the door swung wide open.  "And what can I do for you at
this hour of the morning, Amanda ?"

   "I have something you need to read." Amanda didn't know what else to
say.

   Luke stepped aside and Amanda entered his house for the very first time.
There wasn't much furniture in the front room.  It appeared he was sleeping
on the couch...Sleeping in his clothes...Sweat pants and a "T" shirt.  The
"T" shirt had a picture of Bill Clinton on it and the words "Inhale to the
Chief."

   Arriving in the middle of the front room, Amanda turned and handed him
the three page essay.  Luke looked confused.  He gestured toward the couch
and then realized that there was bedding all over it.  He rushed to gather
it up and tossed it on the floor beside the couch.

   "Have a seat.  What's this about anyway ?"

   "Just read Amy's essay."

   Amanda remained standing but Luke sat after getting through the first
couple of paragraphs.  He was into page two when Amanda started looking
about the front room or den or whatever it was.  There were three
photographs above the fire place, all framed.

   One had to be his wife...An attractive blonde...The picture at least
thirty years old...Probably closer to forty.  The other two were group
photos of a whole bunch of men...Not quite as old as the one of his wife.
The men were all uniformed and the pictures weren't very clear.  Both were
taken with the jungle as a background.  The men were heavily armed and
smack dab in the middle of the group was a younger Luke, although he looked
much older in the photo on the right and there were fewer men in the
picture on the right.

   Other than the pictures there were no other decorations in the front
room.  It looked like the dining area was the same.  She could just see
into it through partially closed french doors.  Just a large dining table,
covered with butcher paper and a whole bunch of plastic bags.  The smell of
hemp was very strong.  She noticed something scattered all over the butcher
paper.  She figured it was marijuana but it was really just a guess.  She'd
only tried it a couple of times.  She jumped when he spoke and she felt bad
about giving the place a once over.

   "This is a particularly fine essay for a fifth grader.  She makes a
pretty good argument for the medicinal use of marijuana.  Is this why you
woke me at zero one hundred hours ?  You think I encouraged her to write
this and you're pissed because you think marijuana is the devil's tool !"
It wasn't a question.

   Before Amanda could form a thought, Luke continued.  "Your daughter
stumbled on to my marijuana smoking about a year ago.  I asked her not to
tell you because the fewer who know, the better it is.  It became our
secret.  I hope it goes without saying that I haven't provided any
marijuana for Amy to smoke.  I haven't and never would.  Neither have I
promoted the recreational use of marijuana to your daughter and believe me
I never would until she was a grown woman and out on her own." He paused
for just a moment.

   "That's your responsibility...To decide what your daughter should
believe or not believe about moral issues...That is, until she's old enough
to form her own opinions.  Up until then you're the one who should be
guiding her.  I apologize if I overstepped my bounds but she came up with
the topic on her own.  I just guided her research.  The bibliography states
as many anti-drug references as pro-drug references.  The conclusions are
your daughter's not mine.  She's got a good head on her shoulders.  I think
you've done a fine job raising her, Amanda."

   Amanda held up her hands as if she was surrendering, probably more like
she'd never even thought to consider he might give or sell her daughter
some marijuana.  "Do you have cancer ?"

   Luke just stared at her...Right in the eyes.  Amanda almost turned away,
the feeling was so uncomfortable.  After a few moments he spoke.  "Yes, but
my marijuana smoking pre-dates my cancer by many years.  I don't believe
there's an honest doctor in the world who would proscribe marijuana for my
condition."

   "And what's your condition ?"

   "Old."

   Amanda laughed out loud.  Luke joined her.  After a brief pause, Amanda
asked, "Where do you get it ?  Shit !  I just smoked what my friends were
able to get when I was in high school.  I never bought any !" She was
trying to bond with him a little.  She liked him.

   "You sure you want to know ?" Luke had a very serious look on his face.

   "Yea..." She was tongue tied again.  He put a hand on her shoulder and
guided her to the hall.  All the bedroom doors were closed and she wasn't
sure where this was going ?  She felt a little uncomfortable.

   "Close your eyes.  The light will be blinding." He reached around her to
open the end door on the right side of the hallway.  Amanda jerked away
from him when he reached around her and then backed into him when the door
opened.

   "Told you." Luke had moved away from her but held her shoulders until
she was standing straight.  The sun was escaping out into the hallway.  She
could just start to pick up the plants...Had no idea how many there were ?

   "Wow !" It was all she could think to say.  The room was full of
them...All her height or higher.  Amanda wasn't all that tall...About
five-five.  Luke left her for a few moments and was back with a pair of
aviator sun glasses.  She allowed him to put them on her and now she could
really see.  He took her by the arm and turned her around.  The other two
bedrooms were the same.

   They were walking back down the hall when he asked her, "Wanna get
stoned ?"

   "What the hell !" Amanda thought.  "Sure, Luke.  I'd love to." She
really did like him and if he wasn't so old ?  Jesus !  He was older than
her father !

   They settled around the table in the dinning room and yes !  It was
scattered with loose marijuana.  Luke had a couple of joints rolled and
quickly lit one.  Amanda was sitting in the only chair, watching him suck
the smoke into his lungs.  He was leaning against the table when his head
snapped back as he finished sucking on the joint.

   He held the joint out to her and squeaked out, "Just take a little hit.
This is the best shit I've ever grown.  Really takes you to outer space."
He exhaled a long stream of smoke and Amanda started sucking on the
marijuana cigarette.....

   .....Out of a thick fog came, "Hey !  Don't bogart the joint, Amanda."
She only faintly heard him.  She was staring at the smoke as it curled up
off the end of the marijuana cigarette.  She had no idea how long she'd
been staring at this particular event.  Time had stopped.  She quickly held
the joint out to Luke.  He ripped on it again.

   The chair became electric and she had to get up.  He laughed.  She
looked annoyed when she faced him.  He was holding out the joint and she
reached out to take it.  She would have fallen to the floor if she hadn't
grabbed on to the chair.  Her legs felt like rubber.

   He was laughing and taking another short hit.  "Good shit, huh ?"

   Amanda was more stoned than she'd ever been and almost scared.  What if
she didn't get back to normal ?  Maybe this was addictive shit and Luke was
trying to get her addicted ?  Sell her dope all the time...Take advantage
of her.  Jesus !  She could hardly sit.  He body felt alive with a billion
feelings floating above her skin...Fear, guilt, joy, warmth, lust,
paranoia.

   Luke was guiding her into the front room.  What was he going to do ? 
She was sitting on the couch and he was fiddling with the stereo...One of
those cheap Korean things.  It was old rock and roll...Way before her time.
She recognized the station though as some people at work played it.

   Luke was off to one side of the room and dancing.  No !  Shit !  Dancing
around his front room, hands waving, head bobbing, hips swaying back and
forth with his feet moving just every once and a while.  When Amanda
started laughing he turned toward her.  He was motioning for her to join
him.  She kept shaking her head back and forth but he came for her anyway,
took her by the hands and dragged her out into the middle of the room.....

   .....The room was full of sun light.  It was hot.  A trickle of sweat
was rolling down her neck and she reached to wipe it away.  She jerked
upright on the couch and immediately knew she was at Luke's.  They'd
watched the sun rise at zero five-thirty-one, smoking a joint out by the
pool...Their feet dangling in the cool water.  This was after they danced
for hours.  Well, it seemed like hours.  Never once did he touch her,
regardless of the tempo of the music.  She was mildly disappointed.

   Okay !  Okay !  She'd put on a little weight in the last five years. 
Her hips had filled out a bit but her bust line was hard to miss and
yet...Not once had she caught him staring at them...Her breasts.  She hoped
Amy wouldn't be top heavy.

   Where was he ?  Amanda had no idea.  She didn't want to leave without
saying good-by and thanks.  She wandered into the kitchen and was shocked
to find that it was two in the afternoon.  She'd had a great time, even
though their merriment had ruined most of her Saturday.  Where was he ?

   A noise in the dinning room spooked her.  She looked in and found him
pulling a lot of marijuana out of a big plastic bag.  Without looking up,
he said.  "Good afternoon, Amanda."

   "What are you doing, Luke ?"

   He looked up at her.  "Getting ready to leave.  I'm sure you've noticed
the lack of furniture.  This isn't the first time I've set up a farm. 
Middle of next week they'll be a lot of interest in my where abouts."
Before she could say something, he continued.  "Don't blame yourself or
Amy. This is a risk I choose to take.  So far I've been extremely lucky but
better lucky than good any day."

   Amanda felt horrible.  She was going to lose her neighbor.  Amy would
never understand changing her essay.  It would be too difficult to explain,
using a fake name or saying it was someone else she'd met.  And then there
was the legality issue...Just how do you explain to your children about
real right and wrong.  The ten commandments surely didn't mention
prohibited substances.

   "The plants are ready to harvest anyway.  I'll just have to work a
little over time to get it all in before I have to leave.  No school
Monday, right ?"

   Amanda just nodded.  He was weighing small amounts of marijuana and
stuffing them into plastic bags.  There was already a small pile of weighed
plastic baggies at the end of the table.

   "Do you sell it ?" He stopped weighing and bagging and looked up at her.

   "Well, kind of."

   "What's 'kind of' mean ?  Is this like Bill Clinton's 'is' ?"

   "Kind of...Three times a year I drive up into the San Francisco area and
sell most of it to some of those places that sell it to sick people." He
was up and moving past her as he headed for the front room.  Amanda
followed.  He stopped near the fire place, looking at the pictures.

   "I experimented with it in college but hadn't smoked for years.  I
started looking for it when Evelyn was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I was
growing it by the time she had her first treatments.  I still had to buy a
lot and it was expensive.  She lived for eighteen months and by then we'd
been self sufficient for almost a year." He paused and stared at his wife's
picture.

   Amanda sensed there was more but remained silent.  "First couple of
times, the crop was a failure.  I couldn't get them to grow past about
three inches.  This wasn't a money thing.  I spent twenty-five in and get a
nice retirement check every month.  It was the thought that I had to risk
my ass every time I went out to buy some." It was like he was trying to
think of a way to continue and then the moment was lost.  He turned to face
her.

   "I just continued smoking and growing it after she died.  And then I
heard about the clubs and started selling it.  I really don't make that
much.  The energy costs are astronomical." He paused for a long while
before continuing with, "But you probably got plenty to do without
listening to the rantings of an old man.  I had a great time last night,
Amanda.  Dancing like that might just become addictive.  Better not let me
catch you out alone after dark.  I might have to kidnap you to the nearest
dance parlor !" He had a darling smile.

   "You're pretty spry for an old man.  I had a great time too, Luke.  When
are you going to leave ?" Amanda was thinking about what she could cook him
for dinner.

   "Probably take me until early Monday to get it all harvested.  Take the
pipes out and the pumps and filters.  Get a good nights sleep Monday night
and be gone before day break.  Don't tell Amy.  She'll figure it out.  She
is one fine young lady.  Really, Amanda, you've done a terrific job."

   "Would you like some help ?" He looked very surprised but answered
quickly.

   "Yea.  That would be real appreciated, neighbor." Amanda felt warm all
over.  He showed her how to weigh and bag the "bud" as he called it and
then started making trip after trip to the growing rooms.  There was no way
she could keep up with the weighing and bagging.  The pile of weighed
plastic baggies at the end of the table grew inch by inch...Ounce by
ounce.....

   .....The big plastic bag full of bud slammed down on the table.  "That's
it !  You've saved me at least a day.  So now I can sit around, out by the
pool one last day and get real stoned.  It's real cool swimming when you're
loaded."

   Amanda laughed.  "Need some company ?  I was figuring on cooking us some
dinner.  You have any favorites ?"

   He stared at her for the longest time.  "Yea !  I do have a request." He
kept staring at her.

   "Well, do I have to guess ?"

   "Nah...How about having dinner with me ?  My treat.  Dinner...Dancing. I
know a place that plays oldies but goodies.  I've been missin' a dancing
partner for a while now."

   Amanda wondered if he missed his bed mate ?  He was still staring at her
and she knew she was blushing.  This was stupid.  She felt stupid.  How
could she lose !?

   "I'd love to, Luke.  What should I wear ?" He guided her to the front
door with his hand against her lower back.  Her blouse was sticking to her
skin.  She'd been packing bud for close to four hours.  The sky was still
bright but the sun was almost set.....

   .....It was dark when the door bell sounded.  Amanda rushed to get it.
She was bare footed but other than her shoes was ready to go.  Luke looked
like a million dollars...Blue shirt, blue jacket with tan slacks.  He was
wearing running shoes and they'd seen better days.  She started laughing
and he joined her, lifting up his pant's leg so she could see his white
sweat socks.

   "We're going dancing, beautiful.  Get your tennies on, baby.  I'm goin'
to dance your ass off tonight !" Amanda knew she blushed and was glad she
hadn't turned on the porch light.  When she returned, wearing her running
shoes, Luke grabbed her hand and almost dragged her to his car.  Her skirt
was too tight.  She hadn't worn it in a while.

   His car was already started, like he didn't want to waste any of their
time together.  Amanda was already thinking of dropping by tomorrow to help
him take down the pipes and other shit.  She knew he'd ask her to stay and
swim.  Oh !  God !  She'd look like a whale in her bathing suit !

   The place was up on Boulder Highway.  It was small and had a lot of
booths.  Luke led her right to the bar and even pulled a stool out for her.
It was an old crowd and not very large at that.  Several people were
staring at them and she felt self conscious.

   "Inn keeper !  Inn keeper !  What do you have to do to get a drink
around here ?" The bar tender was talking with two old guys at the end of
the bar.  Amanda was sure she was the youngest there...Youngest by at least
a couple of decades.

   "Hang on, Luke.  Henry's almost finished fighting the '72 defense of An
Loc again.  He still thinks we could have won the war."

   "Shit !  By then the war'd been over for over four years."

   Somebody in one of the booths yelled out, "Fuck you, Henry !"

   The bar tender had a crooked smile.  It might have been because of the
jagged scar that ran down the side of his face.  Amanda ordered a
margarita. She loved them.  Luke had a beer, draft "bud." She laughed.  Her
ex-husband drank bud...Like night and day.

   "Louie, this is Amanda, my next door neighbor.  Her daughter's out
camping with some friends and Amanda helped me with my chores today.  Can
you recommend a real nice place for us to eat ?"

   Louie mentioned a few places but they all sounded too expensive to
Amanda.  Luke kept mentioning that cost was no factor.  The two guys at the
end of the bar moved down and joined the conversation.

   Luke dragged her away from the bar after their second drink.  He
launched his car in the direction of the Strip and off they went.  They
shared a bit of marijuana on the way and were very stoned when they arrived
at the restaurant.  One of those swanky places on the top floor of one of
the casinos...With windows that over-looked the Strip.

   Amanda felt under-dressed in a skirt and blouse with her running shoes
on.  Felt like everyone was staring at them.  But this was Las Vegas ! 
Just about anything goes in this town.  They drank water with dinner and
the bus boy was a busy "Jose" as he struggled to keep their glasses full.
She kept discouraging Luke from ordering the most expensive stuff on the
menu but that didn't stop him.

   Later, Amanda had to admit that it was excellent and she ate every bit
of hers.  She didn't often get out like this.  Okay !  Okay !  She'd never
been out like this.  Luke settled the bill and off they went.  It was just
a little after eleven.  The night was warm.  They smoked more of the joint
on the way to the "dancing parlor" as Luke called it.

   The parking lot was packed with all types of cars.  Amanda was
surprised. She'd seen this place a million times but had never been
interested enough to find out what was inside.  You could hear the music
out in the parking lot.

   They sat at a table on the edge of the dance floor and ordered cokes. 
Both of them were thirsty.  Soon the band came back out and started warming
up.  Luke and Amanda were the first out on the floor and danced for a solid
thirty minutes before Amanda had to rest.  More coke, more dancing.  It was
a little after one when Luke kissed her...No tongue or anything but right
on the lips.

   "Hey !  Sorry about that...Got carried away."

   Amanda threw her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her level and
kissed him back.  She took her arms away and backed away from him.

   "Sorry...Got carried away." He moved closer and started to waltz her
around the floor.  The music was much too fast for the speed they were
moving but I don't believe either of them cared.....

   Sunday - Memorial Day Weekend - 2001

   Amanda put her hand on his thigh as they drove home but it wasn't until
he pulled into his garage that he spoke.

   "Wanna come in for a good night joint ?" He was getting out of the car.

   "Wild horses couldn't keep me away.  Don't see how you're gonna top last
night, though ?"

   He leaned down and looked back into the car.  "Three and a half hours to
sunrise.  What are we going to do until then ?"

   She imagined the look on her face was practically begging him to let her
spend the night.  God !  She was horny.  They sat on the couch and the
joint went back and forth.  She was laughing about something when he kissed
her again.  Amanda kissed back and could hardly wait to get naked with him.

   She thought about asking him back to her place as at least she had a bed
but the couch would be interesting.  It was like she was a virgin all over
again !

   Her mouth was full of his tongue.  She was going without breathing,
becoming light headed.  She backed away from him.  He looked disappointed.
She was sucking in air.  A moment later, she went back to him and flooded
his mouth with her tongue.  They fenced and Luke's hand started moving up
her side.  Amanda willed it to her breast and was not disappointed moments
later when he started palming her melon size right breast.  She could feel
her nipples come alive and wanted him to suck on her breasts.

   Her hands reached for his waist and then his belt.  Twice she felt his
hardness while getting his belt unhooked.  His hand was mauling her right
breast.  His tongue was sliding in and out of her mouth.  She had his pants
open and was fishing around for his dick.  It was easy to find, just hard
as steel.  His hand was now working on the buttons of her blouse, his
tongue still filling her mouth.

   Her blouse was open and his hand feeling her bra covered breasts.  Her
nipples were hard.  She had fished his dick out through his fly and was
grasping the shaft and pumping.  His tongue was still in her mouth fucking
in and out of her.  His hand had left her breasts and was heading for her
hem line.  Now his hand was running up the inside of her left thigh. 
Amanda spread her legs as wide as she could and in just moments his hand
was covering her panty covered crotch.  She was afraid he would feel her
wetness.

   Luke's hardon was like steel.  He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and
struggled to his feet.  His cock was sticking out of his slacks.  Amanda's
skirt had ridden up to her hips and her crotch was spread for his view. 
Her blouse was open, her bra visible.  He was yanking his shirt out of his
slacks, his chest covered with gray hair.

   "Come on, Amanda.  Get your clothes off.  Let's go skinny dipping."

   Amanda wanted to fuck.  They could swim after he fucked her.  She sat up
on the couch and finished taking her blouse off.  Her bra followed and now
she was naked above the waist.  Her breasts were large, hanging down on her
chest but with good volume.  Her areolae were only about two inches across
but her nipples were pointy bumps in the center of each.  She reached out
and grabbed his belt and pulled him on top of her.

   Luke hadn't often run into a woman who was so hot for cock.  He
unbuttoned his slacks and dropped them and his shorts to his knees.  His
boner bounced around in his groin.  Amanda's eyes never left it.  She was a
little over weight but the tits more than made up for it...Huge melons of
milk white breast meat with a dark tan areolae and nipple.  The were erect
and pointing at the ground.  She was reaching for his pants and pulled...He
was on top of her.

   Her tongue was flooding his mouth.  Her thighs had closed around his
naked hips.  Only her panties separated his cock from her cunt.  He started
dry fucking her.  Her tongue was wild in his mouth.  He could feel her bare
breasts against his chest.  He wanted to poke his cock right through her
panties.

   Amanda reached down to her hips and grabbed for the crotch of her
panties.  It took her three tries but she eventually got a hold of it and
pulled it aside.  Her hairy twat was now naked.  She knew that he would
poke it into her.  Her vagina lips were swollen and oozing cunt butter. 
She was slick and greasy.

   Luke could feel her pubic hair against the head of his dick as he poked
it around her crotch.  One more poke...He was in her and slowly pushed his
cock further into her wet pussy.  He pulled out and then drove himself back
in.  Amanda's legs rose up above his hips and he started driving his cock
in and out of her.  She was beating his ass with her heels and had her arms
around his neck.  She was chewing on his shoulder and almost whimpering. 
He was fucking her faster.  She was shrieking, making a hell of a racket.

   Luke pushed up on his arms and watched her tits bounce around while he
fucked his cock in and out of her.  She was fat around the waist, either
that or the bunched up skirt made her look that way.  Her nipples were hard
little pebbles and he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth.

   That was all it took for Amanda.  The bubble burst in her stomach and
spread it's warmth all through out her.  She bucked up into his fucking
cock several times, her legs wrapped around him now and leveraging her cunt
up to meet his thrusting.  She was exerting herself and felt the warmth
spreading through out her womb.  And blast off !  She could feel his spunk
shoot out of his cock, filling her vagina with his seed.

   Luke had sucked on both of her tits for what seemed like forever.  Her
cunt was so smooth and slick.  He was sweating like a pig as he rutted
between her thighs.  He could feel her tighten up around him and then it
was on him.  The first two spurts closed his eyes.  His insides were trying
to escape through the end of his dick.  He was spurting again...Another. 
Her legs had fallen off of him.  He pushed up, using her knees; driving her
thighs back on to her tits.  They looked huge.

   Her cunt was fat and hid his cock in it's warmth.  He pulled out, his
shaft slick with his seed and her cunt butter.  He drove it back into her.
She groaned.  It turned him on.  He pulled out and drove it in again. 
Another moan.  His cock was shrinking and no longer slipped back into her
when he pulled out for the third time.

   Amanda was sated.  Her nipples were relaxed.  Her legs were still spread
but he was no longer in her.  He was grinding his wet cock into her pubic
bush.  With a burst of energy he was up, standing between her legs.  His
cock was dangling down on his testicles, all wet and gooie.

   "Let's go skinny dipping." He reached for her hands and now she was
standing.  His hands were on her skirt and he was shoving it down over her
hips.  She was wiggling around to help him.  Her tits were bouncing around
and rubbing against his chest.  His dick was getting longer.  Luke was
convinced he was going to fuck her again.

   Amanda was stepping out of her skirt.  She was totally naked.  Luke's
dick was getting longer.  He was going to do her again.  Her nipples got
hard.  He was kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks.  She rushed
ahead of him for the back yard and the pool.  She turned and walked
backward as she approached the sliding glass doors.  He was up and coming
after her.  His cock was even harder and starting to point.

   Luke pulled the doors open while she grabbed his cock.  She stroked him.
He grabbed her and was humping against her.  His hands in both her pussy
and her ass.  His hand was between the cheeks of her butt and he was
sticking his fingers into her pussy.  Oh !  She was on fire again.  They
moved at a snail's pace as they groped themselves on the way to the pool.
Luke was hard when they reached the edge.  He dared her to jump with him.

   Amanda pulled them both into the pool.  The water temperature was near
ninety.  They both went under water and came up sputtering and splashing
around.  Luke finally got a hold of Amanda's hips and guided her on to his
hardon.  Her legs came around him and he was off to the races, just fucking
the shit out of her.  He was walking toward the shallow end and her tits
slowly became dry.  His mouth became active and soon he was hardly moving
as Amanda leveraged herself on and off his cock.

   Luke could keep this up all day...Almost.  She was hunching herself up
and down on his hard dick and just about to cum.  Here it came.  The
flashes of heat in her groin, the uncontrollable fucking her cunt was doing
to his cock.  He had both hands on her ass and was spreading her cheeks
apart.  It was all cunt that was fucking him and she shivered again,
slamming herself against the cock in her belly.

   Luke couldn't take it any more.  She was fucking herself against him. 
It was so good but he finally succumbed and began slamming his cock in and
out of her.  The explosion from the end of his dick was painful and then he
was in hyper drive, just fucking the shit out of her.  His cock spewing his
load all in and out of her submerged cunt.

   They floated apart.  He to the deep end.  Her to the shallow end.  She
was standing and he could see her profile in the light from the kitchen. 
Her tits were hanging down on her belly but still very impressive.  He
reached for and grabbed his cock.  He'd never make another round.  She had
her back to him.  He wanted to do her doggie, fuck those big, fat butt
cheeks of hers until she went apeshit.

   Luke swam toward her.  She knew he was coming, turning her head to check
on his progress.  Her butt was just below the surface.  He couldn't quite
make out her butt crack.  His cock was spongy.  He really didn't believe he
could perform.  Her elbows were on her knees as she bent her ass to him. 
She was wiggling it back and forth like she knew what he wanted.  Like
maybe, she wanted the same thing ?

   He was standing next to her, his cock just above the surface.  His hand
guided her face to his dangling cock.  She used her tongue to suck his cock
head into her mouth.  She was gobbling him up.  All the way and now pulling
her face away with her lips holding on to his cock, sliding it out of her
mouth.  She gobbled him up again and then again slowly pulled him out.

   Luke could feel the blood being sucked into his penis.  He was getting
there.  He slid his hand down the crack of her ass and searched until he
found her gaping cunt.  It was full of spunk and he fit three fingers into
her.  He started ramming them in and out of her cunt and she started
sucking his cock in and out of her mouth.  He used his other hand on the
back of her head and started to fuck her face, shoving his pubic bush right
into her nose.

   His cock was not quite hard enough to fuck her but her mouth was so good
on his dick.  He kept his hand busy in between the cheeks of her butt,
fingering her sloppy wet pussy.  She was sucking in earnest now, trying to
get his cock to fill with blood.  Luke was the one to call it quits. 
Amanda was still using her mouth on him, kneeling on the pool stairs as he
sat on the pool decking.  The sun was starting to come up.

   The Tuesday Following Memorial Day Weekend - 2001

   Amanda was beat.  Work today had been a killer.  Since Amy arrived home
yesterday afternoon she'd had no time to herself.  The events of the past
weekend floated through her head as she drove home from work.  She almost
didn't notice the police cruiser parked right in front of her house.  She
glanced over at Luke's place but it looked as deserted as it did when she
left yesterday afternoon.

   They worked hard and they played hard that last twelve hours.  She was
sad he was gone.  And now the police were here probably interrogating her
daughter without her being present.  She was pissed as she turned into the
driveway and into the garage.

   Amanda Quale was boiling when she entered the kitchen to find two
officers asking her daughter questions.  She was about to start a tirade
when she heard her daughter saying, "...long, scraggly gray hair...And he
was always wearing really weird clothes..."

   One of the officers broke in.  "You mean like a hippie ?"

   "What's a hippie ?" Amy asked the officer.  And then continued with,
"...And he didn't take a bath too often." Amanda just stared at her
daughter.  Luke never looked the way her daughter was describing him.

   "And what about you, mam ?  Your daughter was describing the man who
lived next door.  Do you agree with her description ?"

   Amanda just nodded and then blurted out, "She's right on, officer.  To a
'T', officer."

   The officer finished writing on his clipboard and wandered off to his
cruiser.  The lights were still flashing.  There were three more cruisers
around the corner and a plain clothes car...Ten officers in all.

   The street was dark.  The last cruiser left next door a little under
five minutes ago.  Amanda found Amy in the kitchen and took a hold of her.
Amy turned to face her mother.  She was looking at the floor.

   "Look me in the face, young lady." Amy slowly raised her head but tried
to avoid her mother's eyes.  "And just where did you get that description
of Mister Doyle ?  You been smoking some of his dope ?" Amy looked scared
and then confused as Amanda broke into a big "shit eatin'" grin.  Mother
and daughter held each other for a very long time.
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