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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, for example,
people over eighteen years old in the United States. This material consists
of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. Any resemblance between the characters in these
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Mexico, Si
Part One
A Willy Tamarack Adventure
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLONG ***
This is the eighth in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures. It is a two
part adventure. In this adventure Willy and Carol, an old military
acquaintance, vacation in Mexico. They smuggle a brother and sister, Mark and
Lisa into one of the many night clubs on the beach, then party with them until
sunrise. Later they guide some German touristas, Hans and Gretchen to the
central market for some bargains. They're invited to Hans and Gretchen's for
a party and meet Rolf, Erica and Heidi, Gretchen's sister. I'm still stoked
so I'm still writing. All the stories are written to stand alone but are so
much more fun to read together. As always e-mail your comments to the usual.
*** CHAPTER ONE ***
The sun beat down on my naked body. I was covered with sun block, suntan
oil and whatever else I could think of to protect the pink parts of my body.
Next to me, equally naked and greased up, was Carol Whitouski, a friend of
mine from way back. We served together in the military back in the '80's.
Except for an evening and a day last Fall it's been about ten years since
we've seen each other. I sat up and glanced at Carol, she was laying on her
stomach. Her ass was much tanner than my ass and her tits had almost the same
tan as the rest of her body. She told me that she often sun bathes in the
nude, back home, in Colorado. As I got myself a Pacifico out of the ice
chest; I looked off into the distance and gazed at the mainland of Mexico
across the water. What a sight, the Mexican Riviera, dozens of large hotels
and condominiums stretched up and down the coast. This was our second full
day on the beach. It was Wednesday and we would be leaving next Monday.
To be honest, Carol was not my first choice to vacation with in Mexico but
my present squeeze, Debby, has young children and she wouldn't take them out
of school. Plus I didn't want the kids around. Connie, my old high school
sweetheart, would have a difficult time explaining to her husband why she was
going to Mexico for a week with her old high school sweetheart. I don't think
he would have been too excited about the arrangements. So I gave Carol a call
and she was real stoked about going. She even offered to pay her own way. I
told her to get to LAX and I'd pick up the rest. If she had a problem with
that she could buy some of the meals.
After eating and drinking ourselves silly the first night at Senior
Frog's, a popular local restaurant and night club, we returned to our room and
sat out on the balcony watching the ocean. The ocean has always been some
what magic for me and tonight was no exception. I had body surfed that
afternoon before we went to dinner. Carol had taken a nap as she had been up
since about 0400 to get to LAX on time. I caught a shuttle flight from Las
Vegas to LAX and arrived about an hour before our flight to Mexico.
Carol reached over and squeezed my thigh, "What's on those islands out
there ?"
"Not much, about twenty five years ago my wife and I and some friends
rowed over there and spent the day just fucking around. There wasn't a soul
on that one over there but the one over there has tourists visit it every
day."
"Literally !?"
"What ?" I was confused. We had walked home along the beach and shared a
joint on the way back. I had brought an ounce or so of my home grown hemp.
It always amuses me that Mexico used to be a major exporter of grass to the
U.S.A. so everyone was always looking for it coming North. The Federales
never bother to check when you come South. If we didn't finish what I brought
I would flush it down the toilet, either way we would leave Mexico clean.
"Fucking around !! Willy, you're so stoned. Did you really spend the day
fucking around ? You know, really fucking around ?"
"Oh ! No, nothing like that." I was laughing uncontrollably. Carol was
laughing too.
"Why don't we see if we can rent a boat or something to get over there and
spend our days sunbathing on the one that doesn't have any tourists on it ?"
"Sounds like a good idea. I'll look into it tomorrow morning after I go
body surfing." Although right now I had no idea how to go about that.
Carol got up, came over and sat in my lap. "You might not have enough
energy to body surf tomorrow morning."
"Yea ?" Is all I got out before we began kissing. We are both very oral
and in a few moments I carried her to the bedroom and undressed her. In the
process I lost most of my clothes also and we spent the better part of the
night eating dessert.
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
I did eventually get to body surf a bit in the morning and during the
session saw Carol waving from the balcony. I waved back and left the ocean
heading for the lobby. I strolled through the public areas of the hotel on
the way back to the room picking up a cup of coffee for Carol. When I arrived
back in the room I found her waiting for her coffee fix and a shower. The
shower took longer than expected as we both got carried away picking up the
soap. Later we wandered through the lobby trying to figure out how we're
going to get over to the island. One of the beach boys said that it would be
no problem renting a small sail boat and asked us what time we wanted to
leave. We set up the rental, went back upstairs and packed a lunch and some
Pacificos into the ice chest.
When we got back to the pool area we saw a small sail boat tied to a buoy
just beyond the surf line. I grew up near the ocean and had sailed since I
was young boy so I was not too concerned about being able to handle the sail
boat but getting to it would pose a problem. Carol went up stairs and got a
large plastic bag and some towels. She packed everything into the bag and we
headed out through the surf in our shorts and "T" shirts. We only had to swim
about twenty yards or so and it was easy putting the cooler and plastic bag
into the boat but getting in ourselves was a comedy of errors. Finally in the
boat, we quickly set sail and head off toward our private island. We had been
sailing about fifteen minutes and I figured we had another fifteen to go when
I torched up a joint.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Willy ?"
"Yea, sure this is a piece of cake." I told her.
As we approached the shore we were both pretty high and Carol started to
worry about how we were going to stop. I lowered the sail about a hundred
feet off shore but we still had pretty good speed when the boat hit the sand.
The landing was abrupt to say the least but no one was hurt and I was laughing
like a fool. Carol joined the laughter and apologized for doubting my
nautical abilities. I pulled the boat further up on the sandy beach and we
set up camp just above the water line right next to the boat. Carol wasted no
time stripping off her wet shorts and shirt and was soon standing next to me
naked as a jay bird.
"You don't mind if I sunbathe nude, do you ?"
There is something about seeing a woman naked in the outdoors. Carol
stands about five foot five or so and has short dark hair. I see that she has
a pretty good all over tan as her apple sized breasts are almost the same
color as her arms. Her areolae are rather large for the size of her breasts
and topped with small pencil erasure size nipples. She has started rubbing
suntan oil on her breasts and I am getting turned on.
"Of course I don't mind but I won't be responsible for the effect it has
on me."
She laughs and continues rubbing the oil on her breasts, rolling her
nipples between her fingers. If this isn't an invitation I don't know what
is. I drop my shorts and throw my shirt on one of the towels. My cock is
semi-hard and pointing straight at her. She steps up to me and squirts some
oil on my chest and begins to rub it into me. I pull her to me and begin to
rub oil onto her back and ass. She has got the greatest little ass - like the
halves of two good size cantaloupes. I have a hand on each of her firm cheeks
and grinding my hardon against her stomach. We are kissing and slowly sink to
our knees onto one of the towels.
"I want you to sit on my face, Carol." The sun is hot and we are
perspiring freely adding to the lubrication of the sun tan oil. I move onto
my back on the towel and Carol throws one leg over my chest and places her
very hairy twat about three inches from my mouth. I bury my mouth and tongue
into her bush seeking her slit. She really does have a jungle between her
legs - a thick pelt of dark pubic hair that starts just bellow her belly
button and continues to fan out toward her mound and all the way through her
crotch and the crack of her ass. She has as much hair between the crack of
her ass and surrounding her asshole as some women have on their mound. Carol
leans back on one arm and with the other hand spreads her labia. I'm now
licking a very wet cunt as she moves her slit up and down my tongue. She has
a small series of orgasms when I find her clitoris and suck it into my mouth,
teasing it with my tongue. "Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes." She chants as her
orgasms roll over her.
She breaks the contact between my mouth and her cunt, saying, "That was
nice, real nice." She moves down over my body until her mouth captures my
cock. On her hands and knees, she lets me pump my cock in and out of her
mouth. I can see the sweat dripping off of her and feel my own sweat rolling
off the sides of my body. "You're really hard today, Willy. Come on, lover,
be my back door man." She's on her hands and knees in the sand at the end of
the towel and turns so that her ass is presented to me. I'm up on my knees
and quickly have my cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I push the
cheeks together and just slide my dick up and down her crack. "Come on, back
door man, give it to me." I spread her cheeks, we're both covered with oil
and sweat, the forest of dark pubic hair between the cheeks of her ass is damp
and matted. I can just make out her asshole in all the hair. I lean forward
and lick around it a bit and finally push my tongue into her ass. "Oooh !"
Is the only response I get. I have never fucked her in the ass and want to in
the worst way. I wet a finger and slide it slowly into her asshole. She is
slippery wet but very tight. I slip another finger into her ass and she
grunts, her sphincter tightens on the digits I have buried in her ass. "You
really want the back door man, Carol ?" She doesn't answer immediately but
just moans a bit as I pump my fingers in and out of her.
I pull my fingers out and lean forward again to ream out her asshole.
"Put it in, Willy."
"You sure, lover ?" I ask with my tongue flicking in and out of her
asshole. "Ugh huh." Is the response I get so I raise up and rub the head of
my hardon around her anus. After sliding my fingers in and out of her a bit I
force the head of my cock into her. The response is almost immediate, "Oooh !
God !" I'm about half into her. I start pumping, in and out, in and out.
She's pushing back and I'm cramming more of my cock into her ass. She feels
so good, wet, warm, slippery all over - my stomach is up against her ass. I
spread her cheeks and press harder. I start fucking, trying to control
myself, I don't want to hurt her because I want to do this again. God, we are
slippery. I'm picking up the tempo, she is playing with my balls with one
hand, her other arm cradling her head. She moans every time I fill her with
cock. I'm very close to losing a load in her rectum so I stop pumping and
bury all that I have in her. "Squeeze me, lover." I can feel her sphincter
tighten and loosen on my cock. Leaning over her, I reach between her legs,
rubbing her mound. The frequency of her squeezes increases, the cadence
erratic. "Come on, honey, squeeze the cum out of me." I can't stand it any
longer, raise up and start pumping, short, jerky thrusts that fill her bowels
with seamen. Her legs start to slide back behind her and I follow her ass to
the sand keeping our connection. Her sphincter muscles finally force my limp
dick out of her ass. I keep rubbing our bodies together. I can't believe how
wet we are. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, my neck. I can feel it
rolling off of my sides onto her and the sand.
She finally breaks the silence, "When I told you to be my back door man, I
had no idea......"
"Sorry, I couldn't control myself. You have the greatest ass. I just had
to fuck it. You should have told me to stop." I'm biting her shoulder and
licking the sweat off of her neck.
"Would you have ?"
"Probably not."
"It just surprised me that's all. You felt better than the first time I
tried it."
"Aw shit ! And I thought I was the first."
We laughed together as I helped her up and then frolicked in the ocean,
cleaning the sand and sun tan oil off of us. After oiling up again we spent
the rest of the afternoon sunning ourselves and playing in the ocean.
Capturing the buoy on the way back was much more difficult. I was glad I
wasn't stoned. As it was it took us a couple of attempts to get close enough
to the buoy to tie up but once done we quickly romped through the surf and up
to the room. After a shower and quick nap we looked forward to another shrimp
dinner and an early night - the sun just wore us out - yea, right - but what a
first day in Mexico !!
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
Wednesday evening while trying to decide if we wanted to enter a night
club just down the beach from our hotel, we were approached by a young couple.
The young woman spoke first, "Would you guys do us a favor ?"
"What would that be ?" I asked.
"Ah...We left our ID in our room and the bouncer won't let us in. We were
wondering if you two would act as our parents and get us in the door. We'll
give you the money for the cover charge." The girl continued.
"I didn't think they asked for ID down here." Carol says.
The young man speaks, "They do when you look as young as Lisa."
"Come on, please, we won't be any trouble. Once inside, we'll split and
won't bother you at all, promise." Lisa says.
"Aw, shucks, I was hoping you'd stay with us, your boy friend is kind of
cute." Carol has had several margaritas and is feeling her oats. The young
man blushes through his sun tan. "Come on, Daddy Warbucks, let's help the
kids out."
I acquiesce and we play the part of their parents. Once seated inside it
appears that they aren't going to go their own way so I buy the first round of
drinks. They all order margaritas and I switch to beer. We find out that
they are brother and sister. Mark is older by a year and a junior in high
school. They are down here with their parents. Carol buys a second round and
then drags Mark out onto the dance floor. I'm left with Lisa and we soon end
up joining Carol and Mark dancing. I love rock and roll and dancing, although
I'm not worth a shit and usually just jump around on the dance floor. The
youngsters buy their share of rounds and to tell you the truth, I have a
pretty good time. It's now close to midnight and I've already blown off body
surfing early. Carol and Mark are still dancing, I've called it quits and
Lisa is really loaded. We all leave together and as Carol is outrageously
flirting with Mark, I end up half carrying Lisa back down the beach. The cool
night air in March somewhat revives Lisa and as we approach our hotel Carol
invites them both up for a night cap - just what Lisa needs. I refuse to mix
any margaritas, which pisses them all off, so instead they crank up the CD
player and start dancing - the three of them. I pad out to the balcony and
light up a joint.
I'm mesmerized by the ocean and really stoned when I realize that the
music has stopped. I look back into the room and see Lisa lying on the couch,
passed out. Mark and Carol are nowhere to be seen. I go back to staring at
the surf. Time passes, don't ask me how long. It's a quarter to two when I
look back into the room. Lisa is standing in the door to the bedroom. She
turns abruptly and begins blowing her lunch on the floor as she moves down the
hall towards the bathroom. I get up and go indoors. By the time I reach the
door to the bathroom Lisa is kneeling in front of the toilet, still puking her
guts out. I rush to the kitchen, grab some towels and begin to wipe up the
puke in the hall. I glance into the bedroom and find a nude Carol riding an
equally nude Mark for all she is worth. I go back to the bathroom and help
Lisa clean herself up. She has puked on her "T" shirt and shorts so I take
them off. She has a nice little body and I am tempted to take off her bra and
panties and shower with her but right now the puke smell is too strong. I
carry her to the couch and cover her with a blanket.
I then slip down the hall to watch the live sex show that is going on in
the bedroom. Watching has always turned me on but especially since I caught
Karen, my high school friend, and one of her boy friends fucking their brains
out on my bed last Fall. I peek around the corner and find Carol is now up on
her knees sucking Mark's limp dick. She is really working his cock with both
her hands and mouth. My cock is hardening as I drop my shorts and move into
the room. Carol's butt, sticking up in the air, is just too much of a
temptation. As I approach the bed, I throw my "T" shirt over in the corner
and notice that Mark has his arm thrown over his face and appears to be passed
out. I waste no time and climb on the bed and enter Carol's hot, wet cunt in
one thrust. Her head comes out of Mark's crotch and turns to see who is now
fucking her like crazy. "Not so fast, lover," is her only comment.
I pull my dick all the way out of her and then thrust is back in. I
repeat the process, spreading her ass cheeks so that I can watch my cock slide
in and then out of the forest of hair that surrounds her cunt. Her pubic hair
is matted with cum and my cock glistens with their juices. I've increased the
tempo somewhat but am still pulling all the way out and sliding all the way
in. Carol has gone back to sucking Mark's cock but is still getting no
response. He still appears out of it. It's then that I glance up and notice
Lisa leaning against the door jam; watching Willy, Carol and Mark. About this
time Carol looses interest in Mark and also spies Lisa. Carol becomes more
enthusiastic and begins to push her ass back to meet my every thrust. She is
up on her hands and knees and begins to tell Lisa how good my cock feels -
fucking her. Carol tells Lisa to rub her pussy and Lisa slowly slides both of
her hands down inside her panties, into her crotch. I'm mesmerized, watching
Lisa play with herself, and getting real close to blowing my load in Carol's
cunt.
It must have been the weed or maybe the fact that we're in Mexico or some
other cosmic concoction but I pull out of Carol's cunt and order her to sit on
the side of the bed. She hesitates a bit and I notice that Lisa is staring at
my glistening cock. I flex it a bit for her and then guide Carol's mouth to
my cock and tell her to suck it dry. She starts sucking me in and out of her
mouth and I'm almost there. "Come on, Lisa, cum with me. I'm almost there."
I pull my cock out of Carol's mouth, tell her to open wide and begin to pump
my dick about two or three inches from her open mouth. Here it comes, a
couple of short spurts that hit her in the chin and then two or three strong
spurts that blast into her mouth and nose and cheek. I keep milking my dick
as my seamen dribbles onto the tile and watch the cum on Carol's face drip
into her lap. I lean down and kiss her. "Time to go surfin', lover."
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
The maid wakes us when she enters the room to clean at about two the next
afternoon. I push Carol into the bathroom, tell her to get into her bathing
suit and then go out to convince the maid that it's ok to clean the room. We
got back to bed just as the sky was starting to lighten. We had left Lisa to
take care of Mark and when we arrived back in the room, after frolicking in
the surf, they were both gone. Now we head back down to the surf. I order a
couple of bloody marys from the bar and we sit under a cabana and sip our
drinks. Carol asks if I'm pissed about her seducing Mark the evening before.
"Shit no," I answer, "if Lisa hadn't been so drunk and puked, I probably
would have tried to fuck her too."
Carol laughed and replied, "I don't think you would have had much trouble;
she was hot to trot the last time I saw her."
We spent the rest of the afternoon sunning and bathing in the ocean. We
shared some nachos and switched to beer after the cobwebs cleared. Carol
mentioned that since the day was shot and neither of us felt too hot, maybe we
could go shopping instead of partying. I laughed my ass off at just the
thought of trying to party. I felt like hammered owl shit and wanted to make
it an early evening. After a shower and some clean clothes I feel somewhat
human. We grabbed a jeepne and headed down to the golden triangle to get a
substantial dinner - then the plan was to walk home, shopping as we went.
Strolling home, Carol went bonkers at all the jewelry you could buy and I
mistakenly told her that you could get it cheaper downtown. She immediately
wants to go, so I go out to the curb to wave down a jeepne. When I turn, I
see that she is talking to another couple who had been shopping in the same
store, so I wave off the jeepne and return to the shop that we had been
browsing in. Carol is conversing with them in broken German and apparently
has told them that we are on our way downtown - "where the real bargains are."
I am introduced to Hans and Gretchen. They are both younger than we are,
probably in their early twenties. I later find out that Hans is twenty and
Gretchen is twenty three. I will admit that I had been eying Gretchen earlier
as she has a very large chest and long, dark blond hair.
The shopping downtown is great but I feel like the third in a two some as
I don't understand a fucking thing that is being said. Carol's German is a
lot better than I thought it would be and every once and a while she tells me
that living off base in Germany really paid off. On the way home from
shopping I find that Gretchen understands quite a bit of English and can make
sense of what I'm saying. She insists that we stop and let them buy us a
drink for showing them around. Right about now I'm all shopped out and just
want to get into bed. Carol is still stoked about using her German so we end
up at the Playa and one round turns into several. I'm starting to get my
second wind when they start to get up to leave. During the good-byes, I get
the distinct impression that Carol has invited them out to "our island"
tomorrow. As we walk back to our hotel she fills me in.
My initial reaction is, "What the fuck did you do that for ?"
"Well, Hans and Gretchen like to sunbathe in the nude and by the way you
were looking at her tits, I didn't think you would mind."
"Excellent idea, beautiful. Let's get home so we can hit the rack. I
think I'm going to need a good nights sleep to rest up my eyes."
[To be continued]
[in]
[Mexico, Si]
[Part Two]
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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