Hi !  I'm Willy Tamarack.  I sure hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I
enjoy telling them to Frederick T.  Shit !  You're probably wondering why I don't
write'em up myself ?  Well...I'm a bit lazy and usually too stoned most of the
time to get my shit together.  It's much easier to let Freddy do all the hard
work.  Plus, now that I've have/had prostate cancer - Who knows, just because I
had it cut out doesn't mean that it's gone for good -  I'm convinced that I have
to cram every little bit of life, I can, into the time I have left.  Writing
about it just doesn't seem all that important.

Speaking of Prostate cancer...I know Freddy did a little research on it, on top
of the research I did.  What we told you in "The Travels of Willy Tamarack" is
true.  There is quite a controversy surrounding the treatment of Prostate Cancer.
 I believe it's very similar to the controversy that surrounds Breast Cancer
treatments.  I'm sure that until cancer is totally understood by the medical
community; there will always be controversies surrounding it's treatment.  Breast
and Prostate Cancers strike at the heart of women's and men's sexuality; not to
say that sex is more important than life itself but it sure makes living more
enjoyable.  Cancer is a horrible disease.  It scares the hell out of most people,
I know it did me, so if you can afford it ?  How about making a contribution of
your time or whatever to the American Cancer Society or some other worthy cancer
charity that comes to mind.

Sorry for taking so much of your time but having cancer is the shits. Anyway, you
didn't download this to listen to me whine.  I mentioned this story to Freddy
while we were working on the "Travels."  Carol and I ran into Robert at the
tennis club right up the street from my parent's place a while back.  We spent an
evening with him and he had quite a story to tell.  It began when he was working
for the government...Aw !  Shit !  I'll let Freddy tell you.....

The two monkeys were fucking like...Well, like rabbits.  This was the third time,
in the last forty-five minutes.  Neither one of them showed signs of being sated.
 Robert D. Trancas watched from across the room.  Robbie or "Trank", as his
friends called him and there weren't many of them, was voted the "dork" most
likely to succeed nineteen years ago when he graduated from high school.  At
thirty-six, he still hadn't succeeded but in his estimation, was getting real
close.

Robbie didn't look his age at all.  In the semi-thick glasses, he usually wore,
most people thought he was in his mid twenties - maybe a graduate student.  He
was often carded when trying to purchase liquor and resented the fact that he
looked so young.  It took him only three years to graduate from high school and
after six years of college - three years of undergraduate work and then three
years of post-graduate work - he was hired by a company that was doing research
for an arm of the United States government.  Robert, he hated to be called
Robbie, was placed in the section that was attempting to develop an aphrodisiac
that would incapacitate enemy troops.  The research was similar to the LSD
experiments that were carried on in earlier times.

Rob, as he liked to call himself, had been hired right out of grad school in 1984
and was tremendously excited about the project.  His excitement stemmed not from
any desire to incapacitate enemy troops but from a desire to "borrow" some of the
proven formulae and use it to make himself a "stud."  Rob wasn't a bad looking
guy.  It's just that his social skills were next to nil. While he could talk for
hours about the molecular composition of just about every element known to man;
after saying "Hi" to any decent looking woman, he usually stood there like a wall
flower until the woman got bored and left.

As the youngest member of the section working on Project "Sex," as it was called,
he was given most of the tedious assignments.  He was usually at work from well
before sunrise to well after dark.  Rob didn't mind, though, because he was sure
that the project was going to succeed - and when it succeeded - Rob succeeded. 
He would often lay awake at night and fantasize about the different women he was
going to fuck when the project finally bore fruit. There was no doubt in his mind
that the formulae would work on both men and women - so he figured that not only
would it give him a hardon that would last for hours but would also make the most
desirable women he met become his sex slaves, unable to control their desires,
regardless of what they thought about him.

While working on the project he would often get a raging hardon thinking about
the receptionist on the third floor, a cute little blond who would hardly give
him the time of day; or the buxom secretary of the project manager, Robert P.
Thorpp.  She once told him to wait in the hall as there were some important
people waiting to see the "boss" as she called him.  He could hardly wait to
watch her facial expressions and hear her cry out as he pumped his cock in and
out of her hairy twat.  He was sure she had one.

Rob was quite hung.  He measured almost six inches in the flaccid state and when
he was hard, it grew to just over eight inches of hard muscle.  He didn't come to
that realization until he was well into college and happened into a men's
changing room late in his senior year.  He couldn't remember why he was there. 
He avoided almost all physical activity because he was always the butt of most of
the jokes due to his slight build and glasses.  He was amazed that of the twenty
or so guys taking a shower at the time - not one had a penis anywhere near his
length.  Now, Rob may have led a cloistered life as far as actual sex was
concerned but in the liberal America that was the seventies and eighties he had
seen his share of porno flicks.  The guys in those videos had cocks about the
size of his, when he had a hardon.  He just assumed that everyone did.  He got a
real ego boost that day when he realized that everyone didn't.  Bigger is better,
right !?

Rob had been summoned to Mr. Thorpp's office by Betty, the buxom, brunette
secretary.  As usual she hardly acknowledged his presence.  While waiting to see
Mr. Thorpp, Rob fantasized about pumping a huge load of cum all over her tits. 
"Robbie...The 'boss' will see you now."  Betty called across the room. Rob hoped
she noticed the semi that was growing down his pant's leg as he walked toward Mr.
Thorpp's office door.

Rob had no idea what this meeting was about.  During the six years that he had
been working on the project, he had become instrumental in providing some of the
answers that would lead to the project's success.  And while success was a way
off, he was confident that in just a couple of years "Sex" would become a
powerful weapon in the arsenal that defended America's freedom.  He was also
confident that it would become a powerful weapon in his own arsenal.

Robert P. Thorpp was sitting behind his desk, going through some papers when Rob
stood in front of his desk.  "Have a seat, Robbie, I'll be right with you."

Rob sat and tried to relax a bit.  He had rarely been called to Mr. Thorpp's
office as the man managed several of the projects that the company was working
on...And Rob was hardly high up enough in the pecking order to merit many trips
to the top floor.  Maybe he was going to get a promotion ?  He'd heard through
the grape vine that one of the senior researchers was leaving.

"Aah...Robbie...got a little bad news for you.  Project "Sex" has been canceled. 
There just hasn't been enough progress in the last few years to warrant it's
continuation.  Plus, there is a large contingent of people who thought the
project was a little crazy to begin with and they have managed to garner quite a
bit of support in the last couple of months.  There's good news though, you've
been chosen to close up the project and write up the final report.  That will
keep you here for, I figure, six months at the most and by then we might be able
to transfer you to another project.  Unfortunately, right now the company is
going through a little streamlining and quite a lot of people are going to find
themselves without work in a short time.  You should be real happy to have six
months or so of wrapping up.  I recommend that you use it wisely and look for
some other work.  Be assured that I'll give you a good letter of recommendation. 
You've been a valuable team member here.  Keep me appraised of your progress,
wrapping up "Sex."

Rob had been dismissed.  He didn't know what to say.  After Mr. Thorpp told him
the project was going to be canceled, the rest was just noise.

"Aaaah...Mr. Thorpp...I think we're real..."

"Robbie...The decision is final...Now I've got a lot of people to talk to today
and none of them are as fortunate as you, being asked to stay on for a bit.  You
should be real happy that I chose you to wrap up the project.  If you're going to
argue with me about the decision, I'm sure I can find someone else to wrap up. 
Now, be a good lad and get started or..."  Robert P. Thorpp left the "or" hanging
in the air.

Rob slowly got to his feet.  He was in shock.  Fuck !  What was he going to do ? 
He wandered the halls on the way back to his small office and decided to call it
quits for the day.  It was a little after three when he ended up back in his
apartment lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.  All his plans were destroyed
in the few short minutes he spent in Thorpp's office.  He was devastated.

Rob mopped about all weekend and it wasn't until Sunday night that it came to
him.  "Perfect !"  He thought.  He went to work on Monday with a big smile on his
face.  Most of his co-workers figured it was because he was being allowed another
six months or so of pay checks.  It wasn't though.  For the next six months, Rob
was the hardest working son of a bitch in the company. While the entire work
force, from the lowliest research assistant to the highest paid researcher and
even the management, were constantly in fear of losing their positions; Rob, on
the other hand, came to work every day with a determination that most had a hard
time understanding and few could duplicate. Most figured he was attempting to
make such a name for himself that the company would offer him a position when the
project, he was working on, was all wrapped up.  They were wrong.

Rob had researched the company employment policies and come to realize that he
would be given a very nice severance package when he was terminated. And he was
sure that he would be terminated, regardless of what Mr. Thorpp told him.  The
severance package plus his 401K plan would give him a nice little nest egg with
which to continue project "Sex" on his own.  Every day before he left work, he
down-loaded all the files, he was organizing, to his lap top computer.  When he
got home he up-loaded them to his home computer.

He spent most of his free time at home preparing cover letters and resumes, which
he sent to most of the West Coast Universities.  Rob was looking for a research
assistant's job.  He figured that he was way over qualified for the positions, he
was applying for, but that was the idea.  He needed the facilities that a major
university could provide but didn't want the responsibility of running his own
program.  He wouldn't have the time anyway.  Not if he was running his own
program at home...And he would be - Project "Sex" was not dead - just in
hibernation.  When Rob got terminated and settled on the West Coast it would be
full speed ahead.  At the time the project was canceled, Rob determined that
"Sex" was about one or two years away from becoming a reality.  He factored in
the fact that he would be working on his own and figured that in three or four
years, at the most, he'd bring it off.

In his fifth month of wrapping up the project, Mr. Thorpp left the company for a
lucrative management position at a major university in the L.A. area. Rob was
excited and made an appointment to see him before he left for his new position. 
Betty, Mr. Thorpp's buxom secretary, kept putting Rob off.  Telling him that Mr.
Thorpp was very busy man, with the move and all.  He may not have the time to see
him.  Rob was determined and waited after work one day.  Rob caught Mr. Thorpp on
the way to his car and begged and pleaded with him to put in a good word for him
at the university where he was going to manage several large programs.  Thorpp
laughed in his face and told him that a major university wouldn't touch the stuff
he'd been working on, plus there were countless others who were much more
experienced than Rob was.

Five months ago Rob would have been devastated and manufactured all sorts of
doubts about his abilities but that afternoon, when Mr. Thorpp snubbed him, Rob
changed a little.  In fact he changed a lot.  He realized that in just a few
short weeks he would be running his own project, on his own, without the support
that a company or a university provided.  He would have to become accustomed to
failure because the majority of research ended with failure. Rob was determined
to succeed !

Three weeks later he was terminated and packed up all his shit.  He left the
following morning and drove straight through to L.A.  He choose L.A. because he
had done some post-graduate work there in the early eighties and because, like
the song said, California girls were just about the hottest chicks around - or
something like that.  Rob immediately found the job market in California was
tighter than he had ever imagined.  He went from university to university and
found that not only was he not over qualified but that people with Phd's were
working as lab assistants and felt lucky to get those jobs.  He finally swallowed
his pride and accepted a position as a pharmacy assistant in a major food store
chain.  The pay was better than minimum wage but a far cry from what he was
making, working for Uncle Sam.

Since the pharmacy, he was working for, didn't have the facilities he needed to
continue Project "Sex," he was forced to spend some of his severance pay to build
a small lab in his apartment.  After a year of laboring in both the pharmacy and
at home on "Sex," Rob came to the conclusion that he had been overly optimistic
about his ability to complete the project on his own.  He was discouraged and
disappointed.  Every night he would stay up until all hours, brain storming for
new ideas, different paths that would lead him to a successful conclusion of the
project.  He was lucky he wasn't working at a demanding job as he surely would
have been fired by now.

Before he realized it, six years had passed.  That was a far cry from the two or
three he figured it would take him to complete "Sex."  It was Spring time in
Southern California and Rob was sitting at his kitchen table, laughing as he
watched the monkeys fuck for the forth time in the last hour.  He laughed at all
the put downs he had endured during his thirty-seven years of life and the last
six years he had spent in the shity pharmacy job he had, laughed at all the
disappointments he had endured, laughed at the hell he had gone through procuring
the monkeys in the PRC (People's Republic of California).  He was delirious,
laughing like a fool.  He got up from the table, went out and bought a bottle of
the best whiskey he could find and got rip roaring drunk.  When he was in control
of his faculties again, the following morning, he mixed another dose of "Sex"
into their food and fed the monkeys.  Within twenty minutes they were fucking
like...Well, like rabbits.

Rob tested his monkeys until - no shit - they passed away from fucking so much. 
He compared the dosage to their weights and then went out and begged, borrowed
and stole to obtain another set of monkeys.  Even after cutting the dosage in
half several times, the results were the same.  They actually fucked themselves
to death.  Rob spent several weeks reviewing the data.  While he was excited
about the results of the experiments, he was hesitant about starting human
testing, especially since all four of his test cases had died. Total fear flooded
his mind and body when he even thought about slipping one of his "Sex" pills to a
woman, let alone himself.

He managed to procure another set of monkeys and this time cut the formulae to a
tenth of what he had used before.  He then decided to fed them "Sex" only once a
week.  These monkeys lived.  Rob couldn't explain it but the monkeys appeared to
look forward to their once a week orgies.  In fact they would even become
depressed and anxious if they didn't receive their "Sex" every week.  Rob decide
that the time had come.  Since the success, if you could call it that, with the
original monkeys, Rob had started frequenting bars in and around the L.A. basin.

All of the bars were located near major universities as Rob felt he would have an
easier time getting to know a coed than trying to hit on an older woman.  He had
narrowed them down to about five and would spend every bit of his free time
visiting them.  Originally, Rob had planned on six months of testing but now
figured that he'd be lucky if he stretched it to three.  His bank account was
down to almost nothing.  He had spent a big chunk of money on radial surgery on
his eyes so that he could shit can his glasses.  The surgery really boosted his
confidence.  He was stoked with the results and felt he now looked like any other
normal guy.  All during this time, he was practicing every night on different
techniques to deliver the pill to a glass of water. He finally settled on one
technique and practiced it a hundred times every day. He had it down pat.  He was
ready and had a hard time controlling his emotions.  During the last twenty-four
hours he damn near had a constant hardon.  It was time for human testing !!!


Linda Montgomery was twenty-six and a grad student at USC.  She was working on
her masters in chemistry.  While certainly no bathing beauty, she was an
attractive young lady.  A big boned woman with short blond hair, a modest bust
and if she was honest with herself, about ten pounds over weight. While no where
near a virgin, Linda didn't date much and on the occasions she did, found herself
fending off most men's advances.  It seemed to her that most guys were after just
one thing and that was that hairy place between her legs.

Linda was having a cup of coffee in a small bar just off the campus.  She did
this often on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, just before proctoring a freshman
chemistry lab for Dr. Monroe.  She was a professor's assistant.  The position was
just what she needed.  There was no way she could continue her education without
it.  She looked up from her notes and noticed a man across the room staring at
her.  She looked back down at her notes.  He wasn't bad looking but there was no
sense encouraging him.

Rob got up and slowly walked across the room.  He had noticed the blond several
days before and was sure she had never noticed him until today.  He walked right
up to the table she was sitting at and asked, "Have you started your dissertation
yet ?"

Linda was startled.  She looked up and found the man, who was staring at her
earlier, standing right next to her, looking over her shoulder.  He continued, "I
wrote mine on the molecular structure of the compound..."  Soon Rob and Linda
were in a lively conversation about the difficulties of grad school and how USC
compared to where Rob had received his masters degree.

Rob was getting worried.  He had dropped "Sex" into Linda's coffee over twenty
minutes ago and could detect no change in her demeanor.  With the monkeys it
rarely took over twenty minutes and the female was usually all over the male,
attempting to arouse him.  Rob had decided that he would forgo taking any "Sex"
until the initial phase of testing was completed as he wanted to be aware of
everything that happened.  He felt if he took the pill also - there was a chance
that they'd just fuck like rabbits, until exhausted and he would be unable to
objectively evaluate the testing.

He couldn't stand the suspense any longer, leaned across the table and whispered
to her, "I put something in your coffee that's going to make your hornier than
you've ever been in your life."

Linda wiped the perspiration off her upper lip and smiled a real goofy smile. 
She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Linda's foot sliding up Rob's leg felt like a jolt of electricity running up his
leg.  By the time her foot reached the back of his calf, he had a raging hardon. 
Eureka !!!  When he held out his hand, she grasped it eagerly and left all her
notes and purse at the table.  They were quickly out the door of the bar and into
the street.  He had his arm around her; his hand, up under her arm and was
rubbing her breast as he guided her to his car.  She had one of her hands on his
ass and his boner was very visible in the crotch of his jeans.

"You live around here ?"  He asked as he held the door of his car open for her. 
She just nodded.  By the time he got into the car, she had one of her hands in
between her legs, rubbing her crotch.  He almost laughed.  His cock was painful
in his jeans.  As soon as he closed the door, she came across the console and
started kissing him and groping for his cock.  He kissed her back and felt her
tongue invade his mouth.  It was like a warm, wet snake, dueling with his tongue.
 He reached between her legs and found her crotch warm and damp.  Before he knew
it, she was dragging his zipper down and he had to push her away.  She had that
goofy look on her face again and pouted a bit before she started to unzip her
jeans and drag them down her legs.  Rob started the car and sped out of the
parking lot.

He asked where she lived again and got no response.  When he looked over at her,
she had her jeans and panties down around her ankles with her knees spread.  Her
hand was in her blond pubic hair and she appeared to be fingering herself. 
Jesus, he had no idea it would work this well and was dumfounded. Where was he
going to take her ?  Shit !  He should have rented a motel room. No way he wanted
to take her to his place; plus it was all the way across town.  He pulled into
the first motel parking lot he found and parked well away from the front.  Linda,
by this time, was humping her hips up off the car seat as she plunged her fingers
in and out of her cunt.  She was moaning and groaning and Rob was sure she had
cum several times.  Just his luck, she'd satisfy herself before he could get a
room.

It took him just over five minutes to register.  As he approached the car, he
could hear her yelling out her orgasm.  Her blouse was open and she had pushed up
the cups of her bra.  She had the fingers of one hand twisting and rolling her
nipples while the other hand was still pumping two or three fingers in and out of
her cunt.  When he got in the car he could smell her. The hardon, he lost while
registering, was coming back in spades.  There was a sheen of perspiration all
over her.  He tried to slow her down and cover her up a bit.  The room was
several doors down and there was no way he wanted to be seen escorting a near
naked young lady into a motel room at two-thirty in the afternoon.

She wrestled with him but he finally got her blouse buttoned up and her pants up
around her waist.  He rushed around the car and yanked open the door. Linda was
struggling to pull her pants back down.  He grabbed her by the arm and dragged
her out of the car.  He wrestled her pants back around her waist and guided her
to the motel room.  She was working her blouse off as he got the door open and
pushed her inside.  He slammed and locked the door, then headed to the window to
see if anyone had been watching them.  The coast was clear.  Rob would definitely
have to have a better plan in the future.

Linda's arms came around him as he was turning from the window.  He kissed her
and felt her tongue slither into his mouth.  Her hands worked themselves between
their bodies and he could feel her working on the fly of his jeans. He finished
working her blouse off and had a hell of a time unsnapping her bra.  By the time
he had it off, his jeans were around his thighs and she was jacking him off with
both hands.  Shit !  If she didn't stop he'd cum in a couple of seconds.  He
pushed her away.  She had that goofy look on her face again and was just staring
at his cock, which was throbbing and hard up against his stomach.

"You've got a big dick, Rob."  The first time she had said a word.  He smiled and
almost came thinking about poking his cock into her.  He stared at her tits - not
real large but well shaped.  About the size of apples with tiny light brown
areolae and nipples the size of pencil erasures.  Her breasts and nipples were
covered with goose bumps.  He had his shirt off and was working his jeans down
his legs when she dropped to her knees and went for his cock.  She grabbed it
with both hands, just allowing the head to poke out from her cupped hands.  Her
mouth went around the head of his cock and he started cuming.

"Ooooh...Fuck !!  Jesus !  I'mmm cuming."  Gobs and gobs of sticky, white semen
were exploding from the head of his cock.  The first couple of spurts were shot
into her mouth but when she removed her mouth from the head of his dick, the next
couple of shots splattered against her cheek and lips.  When he stopped spurting,
she gobbled him up again and started pumping his shrinking dick with her hands. 
Rob finally managed to push her away.  He staggered back against the window. 
Fuck, he hadn't planned on this.  He'd never keep up with her.  She was up on her
feet, coming toward him again.

He still didn't have his pants off but met her half way and wrestled her to the
bed.  They rolled around for several minutes before they were both naked.  Rob
started to get excited as he poked several fingers into her sopping wet vagina
and Linda's hand found his cock and started jacking him off.  As soon as he was
hard enough her rolled her over on her back and crawled between her legs.  He
looked down and found her pink slit visible in the tangle of damp, blond pubic
hair between her legs.  He flexed his cock a couple of times and it got harder. 
Linda had her hands on his shoulders and was pulling him down onto her.  As he
nestled between her legs, they came up around him and he felt himself being
sucked into her womanhood.  At three-twelve on the afternoon of May
twenty-second, 1996, Rob Trancas was no longer a virgin.

Rob started pumping his hips immediately and could feel Linda's warm sheath
almost sucking on his cock.  He was really pounding his meat in and out of her. 
She was yelling and screaming and for a few seconds he thought he was hurting
her.  He raised himself up on his arms and gazed into her face.  It was twisted
in a mask of lust, her mouth open, breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest
heaving.  He wasn't hurting her - she was out of her mind with lust and he
increased the tempo of his cock - pounding in and out of her.

She started cuming, "Oooh...Yeeaaa !  Fuck me faster, Robbie, baby.
Fuck...Fuck...That's it...Harder, honey !"  He couldn't believe how good she
felt, so slick and snug and wet and warm and gooey.  He was on cloud nine and
then it hit him.  The head of his cock started spewing spurt after spurt of warm
cum into her cunt.  He threw his head back and started screaming it felt so good.
 He wished it could last forever but all too soon his cock shrunk and slipped out
of her.  He rolled over on his back.  He could hardly catch his breath and here
she came again, rolling over on top of him.  He tried to push her away but was to
whipped to get her off of him.

In seconds she had her mouth wrapped around his cock and was nibbling on it.  Rob
was starting to get worried.  There was no doubt, he'd have to lower the dosage,
in the future, if this young lady was any indication.  He knew he couldn't
possibly keep up with her.  Her head had been bobbing in his lap for several
minutes now and he was no where near ready to fuck her again.  He reached down
and grabbed her ass.  She rotated around and soon was on top of him with her cunt
just above his face.  He could actually see his semen dribbling out of her
swollen, pink cunt lips.  He was surprised at how spread her cunt was.  It looked
just like the cunts he'd seen in the many porno videos he'd watched.  Her pubic
hair was matted with his cum and some had even dribbled onto her asshole.  It had
a sprinkling of blond hair surrounding it and Rob felt himself start to get hard
as he imagined fucking her in the ass.

He reached up and shoved a finger into her asshole.  She jerked a little but soon
accepted the digit and started fucking back against it as she sucked on his
growing cock...And it was growing - like a weed.  It was soon hard and slick with
her saliva.  Rob yanked his finger out of her anus and raised his head to her
asshole.  His tongue replaced his finger and reamed around inside her.  Her head
was bobbing on his pole and he had blown off all thoughts of evaluating his or
her performance.  All he wanted to do is fuck her in the ass and quickly rolled
her over onto the mattress.  He was up on his knees in seconds and wrestled her
over onto her stomach.  She got to her knees on her own and he slammed his cock
into her cunt.  It was like a boiling cauldron of flesh.  He started fucking her.

Linda had very wide hips but not much of an ass.  He could see her anus wrinkling
with every thrust of his cock.  He wet his finger and reamed it into her asshole.
 Her head came off the mattress and she wailed, real loud.  He kept pounding his
cock in and out of her cunt.  He was going to last a good long while.  Shit !  He
couldn't believe it - he'd cum twice and was hard as rock, fucking her again.  He
looked down at his watch and it was only a quarter of four.  Jesus, he forgot
when they got here.  So much for this evaluation.  He reamed another finger into
her anus and kept pounding his cock in and out of her vagina.

She was up on her arms, fucking back against him when he decided it was now or
never.  The tingling sensation of his orgasm was approaching.  He pulled out of
her and pressed his cock against her anus.  The first poke sent his cock sliding
up the crack of her ass.  She was looking back at him as he angled his cock back
to her asshole.  The next thrust buried about three inches of his cock in her
ass.  Her head snapped up and she howled.  Rob started sawing his cock in and out
of her anus.  Every time he buried it in her, she muffled a scream into the
pillow that she now had her head buried in. Rob was in seventh heaven.  Her
asshole was tighter than her cunt.  He could actually feel it grab his cock as he
dragged himself out of her.  He was fucking her ass as fast as he had been
fucking her cunt.  Oh !  Jesus !  Here it came.  He was shaking around behind her
as his penis pumped several spurts of semen into her bowels.  He finally stopped
pumping and collapsed behind her.

When he glanced up, Linda still had her behind sticking up in the air. Her
asshole was stretched wide and he could see his seed dribbling out of her anus,
down into her blond bush.  He was wiped out and didn't think he could get up off
the bed.  Her asshole was spazaming and more of his thick, white spunk was
dribbling out and then she rose and turned toward him.  Oh !  Shit ! It was going
to start all over again !