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From: "Willy Tamarack" <willytamarack@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Party - A Widower Episode 1/8 {Willy Tamarack} (MF cheat)
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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Party
Part: 1 of 8
Universe: The Widower Episodes
Summary:
Keywords: (MF cheat)
Language: English
@(C) 2006 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).  This is the first in a series named
the Widower episodes.  Bob just lost his wife of many years.  He was moving
on with life and didn't appear to be very upset about his loss.  He had a
list.  Bob was going to enjoy the rest of his life that's for sure !  Don't
we all wish it was as easy as Bob makes it out to be.

   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 Party A Widower Episode (MF cheat)

   by Willy Tamarack

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

   The Party

   What really sealed it was the conversation I overheard in my kitchen. 
The house was packed with people.  I just sold the place and was moving to
a condo.  Consequently my son had to move out.  He sure as fuck wasn't
coming to live with me...Unless he let me fuck his girl friend a couple of
times a day.  And I didn't think that was going to happen...Not that I
didn't think I couldn't fuck her.  I was pretty sure I could.  She was a
real flirt.

   Anyway, we were having a "going away" party...Although neither of us is
moving very far away.  My son was talking with a group of people.  Three
were friends of mine...In their fifties, married for many years.  There
were a couple of young people, too.  Anyway, he and one of the old guys
were gabbing about my well being...As if I couldn't exist by myself.  My
son just finished stating that maybe "they" ought to inform the brothels,
over in Nye county, that I was a widower now.

   His mother had just passed away...Less than six months ago...My mate of
thirty years or so.  He was twenty-two and still finding his way.  I was
leaning forward.  My mate and I had discussed her demise.  I remember
gently asking how long I should wait...

   "Well, I might like to start dating ?!"

   "Jesus, Bob !  Get your shit together, man.  I'll be dead.  What the
fuck do I care !" We never discussed it again.  I quit work shortly after
she passed on and bought the condo a month later with her life insurance
money.  The house was a quick sale and now I was standing at one end of my
kitchen listening to a group of people talking about me at the other end.

   "Yea !  I'll call all the escort services in town !" My son and friend
burst into laughter.  The people around them joined in.  I put my beer down
on the kitchen counter and wandered back into the den.  It was full of my
son's friends; watching two kids playing a video game on the TV.  The
stereo was blasting something I didn't waste time trying to comprehend.

   I avoided the front room as that's where all my friend's spouses were
gossiping about this and that.  Not that I wouldn't mind balling about half
of them.  Instead I wandered out on to the back patio.  There, I found
another group of my son's friends passing around a pipe on the other side
of the pool.  I sauntered over toward them and watched as they tried to
conceal the smoldering pipe.

   "Aaah...If I had my cell phone, I'd be speed dialing the heat right now.
I must have misplaced it." The look on their faces was priceless.  I burst
out laughing.  "Just joking !  Fire up that pipe.  It's been thirty years
or so since I got zoned." The kids looked puzzled.

   I took the pipe out of some young guy's hand and flipped open my Zippo
to fire it up.  The pipe was glass and looked pretty cool, full of grass
and no longer smoldering.  Another guy says, "Aaahh...Use the butane one,
man...Less shit for your lungs to get fucked up on." Several heads bobbed
up and down.  A young lady was holding out her bic lighter.  I took it and
blasted off into the universe.

   I should have never quit.  Some conversation was going on in front of me
but I was hardly paying attention.  I was holding out the lighter.  Nobody
seemed to want it back so I stuck it in my pocket.

   A while later my son asked me where I got the lighter ?  I couldn't
remember ?  He accused me of being stoned.  I started laughing and wandered
into the front room.

   Time to start phase one...And I'd already gotten a line on phase two.  I
was elated.  The object of my desire...More likely lust, was one Carolyn
Drake.  Known her for years, always joking with each other with lots of
sexual innuendo involved.  She was talking with another woman, who I
wouldn't mind fucking either, but Carolyn was number one on my list.  And I
did have a list...Oh !  Not written down...I'm not that stupid...But in my
head, I had one.  I moved up behind her and looked over her shoulder.

   Carolyn Drake had a superior bosom.  Huge pillows of breast meat adorned
her chest and on such a small woman.  My wife said she was five three or
four but I didn't think she was that tall.  I always imagined being able to
tit fuck her standing up.  I'd love to try.

   Carolyn looked up at me.  "You pervert !  Want a better view ?"

   "Love one, honey.  Just name the time and place." She laughed.  Not ten
minutes earlier I over heard her husband saying he was going to be out of
town all week.  I'd have to see if Carolyn was lonely ?  I left the two
women and wandered back out on to the patio.  I wanted more dope.  I wanted
to return the lighter to the young lady.....

   The Conquest

   The door bell to my brand new condo rang.  The first of many I hoped as
I wandered to the door.  She's right on time...About thirty minutes late.
Just wants a short tour...Doesn't want to stay long...Doesn't want to give
me her purse.

   "Then why did you come ?"

   "Wasn't sure..."

   "Wasn't sure of what ?"

   "Oh !  You know..."

   "There's the door.  I'm going to have a drink." It was three-thirty.  I
called it a late lunch or maybe a supper.  She agreed to come on the phone
and now had cold feet.  She knew I wanted to fuck her and I knew she was
interested.  She followed me into the kitchen about five seconds later and
tried to talk above the blender noise.

   It sounded like, "You know we're going to get into trouble." My cock got
a little spongy in my jeans.  I turned off the blender and poured two
drinks.

   "What'd you say ?"

   "You know we're going to get into trouble." She was accepting the
margarita.  I could see her bra through her blouse...Black.  If that wasn't
a come on then I didn't know what one was.

   "Why the sexy bra ?  You're begging for it !" She colored and I closed
the distance.  I had her pinned against the kitchen counter.  Well, not
really pinned but back against it.  I was very close to her.  Her size
turned me on to no end.  I wanted to watch her bouncing up and down on my
cock...Had for a long time.  She was so small but with a nice big chest. 
My wife always said they were fake.

   My hand was on her side, sliding up to her left breast.  She shied away
just a little and then I was feeling a very firm tit.  I kissed her on the
lips.  Our mouths opened and my hand became bolder with her breast.  My
cock was hard in my jeans.  I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to my
boner.

   She broke the kiss.  "We can't do this..." Yet her hand never left my
cock and I slipped my hand from her tit, down her belly, into her crotch.
She made no effort to resist the groping I was doing between her legs.  Her
hand was now squeezing my cock.

   I worked on getting her jeans open.  I was going to fuck her right here.
She might chicken out if I tried to maneuver her to the bedroom or the
couch in the den.

   "Bob..." It was a hiss.  I had her jeans open.  My cock was hard in her
hand and she was groping me.  I ground my cock against her hand and started
pulling her jeans down over her hips.  She wiggled her hips.

   I dropped to my knees and grabbed both sides of her jeans and yanked
them down to mid-thigh.  Her panties came with them.  Carolyn's bush was a
triangle of dark curly hair.  I bit her just above her pubic hair.  She
sucked in her breath.  I rose and filled her mouth with my tongue.  My hand
was in her hair, sneaking a finger between her thighs every once and a
while.  Her hand found my cock again and she was eagerly stroking it.  I
could have probably gotten her into the bedroom, the den for sure but now I
wanted her in the kitchen.

   I broke the kiss, turned Carolyn toward the kitchen counter and pushed
her down a bit.  Her ass was very nice.  Not near as wide or flabby as my
dead wife's.  My hand was between it and she was hairy.  Her lips were fat
and spread very easily.  I could smell her.  Carolyn Drake had a hot,
skanky cunt.  I wondered how many other guys she'd fucked in the past ?

   I dropped to my knees again and spread Carolyn's butt.  She had a good
patch of pubic hair between her legs.  I bit her ass.  She jumped and
hissed at me.  "What the fuck are you doing, Bob ?"

   I spanked her butt and then licked her crack.  She shuddered and then I
buried my tongue deep in her ass crack.  She pushed her ass into my face. I
reamed my tongue into her vagina and was soon gargling a mouth full of cunt
butter.  My face was covered with it.  My cock was still like a crowbar in
my jeans and it was just about time to stick it to her.

   Carolyn Drake was just about to cum when he rose behind her.  She hadn't
been eaten like that in a long, long time.  She felt his cock against her
behind.  He was rubbing it up and down the crack of her ass.  She couldn't
believe she was allowing him to fuck her here, in the kitchen.

   "Spread your ass, Carolyn." It was an order.  He'd been right.  She
wanted it as much as he did...Had been wondering how long it would take him
after his wife died ?  Carolyn looked back at him.  He was holding his dick
with one hand.  It was a fat one.  Way fatter than her husband's !  She
reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart.

   She had a thick growth of pubes around her asshole.  I pushed the head
of my dick against her slick, dangling cunt lips and grabbed her hips.  I
forcefully connected us.  Her head snapped up.  I drove her harder against
the kitchen counter.  She moaned and I was off to the races.  She brought
her hands back to the counter and was thrusting her ass back against my
assault.

   Carolyn was just about to cum when he reached under her and started
mauling her tits.  He was using her tits to hold on to her as he fucked his
fat dick in and out of her.  She hadn't been fucked this hard since some
college kid boffed her during a vacation down in Mexico about ten years
ago. Oh !  God !  Here she came !

   "Ooooh !  God !  Yea !  Bob...Pump me, honey !  I'm gonna cum, baby ! 
Pump me !" I was slamming my cock into her cunt.  My hands were gripping
her swaying breasts and they were fucking huge.

   Now...I did have her pinned to the counter and was just hammering my
cock in and out of her.  She was making noise, a gurgling, as I pounded her
ass with cock.  I was nearing the end but it was so fucking good I wanted
it to last.  No doubt in my mind...She'd cum.  She was still now but just a
minute ago had been forcing her ass back on my cock like a nympho.

   I jack hammered for a minute or so.  It sounded like, "Oh...Oh...Oh" as
I fucked her.  She was much tighter than I thought she would be.  I rested
for a moment and then pounded until her cunt was a sloppy mess with my
semen.  I kept pounding, grabbing her hips and trying to get her off again.

   I finally came to rest.  My pubic hair was soaked with cum.  I pulled
out of her and rubbed my shrinking cock up and down the crack of her ass.
   [Continued in] The Score A Widower Episode 

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