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A Surfin' Safari
Part One
A Willy Tamarack Adventure
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLONG ***
This is the third in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures. It is a two
part adventure. In this adventure Willy leaves his new home in Las Vegas and
ventures forth to his old stomping grounds - Southern Cal - meets his high
school girl friend, Connie and her daughter, Darlene. 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 ***
It's about a quarter after six in the morning, several days after Labor
day. It's been light for a little over an hour and I'm parked on a
residential street about two blocks up from Launada Bay in Palos Verdes
Estates, California. What the fuck am I doing here ?? Well, the house down
the street is the home of my high school girl friend, her husband and
children. At least that's what a friend of mine told me about eight years ago
when he and I last went surfing at the Bay.
I was born and raised in Southern California. And except for the twenty
some years I spent in the military and going to college; I have lived in
Southern California my entire life. Until very recently I still lived there,
in Orange County; where, after retiring from the military, I was flying as a
first officer for a commuter airline out of John Wayne Airport and surfing. I
can't remember when I haven't surfed. My parents still live in Southern
California; in Orange County. I am visiting them to keep in touch and surf -
mostly to surf. While driving down to my parents, from my new home in
Southern Nevada, I have this amazing day dream; really it was a fantasy and my
high school girl friend is the star attraction. Now I just can't get her out
of my mind. It's been almost thirty years since we have talked or seen each
other.
After arriving at my parents, I do a surf check at Salt Creek and find it
very disappointing. The next morning it is even worse, almost flat. So I
head north to the "Hill," as we used to call it, when the family lived in the
South Bay. Making plans as I go, I tell myself. Really all I'm doing is
thinking about how we, my high school girl friend and I, parted. We had been
going together since grammar school and now had to spend almost a year apart,
a school year that is - so it was only several months at a time but at that
age, time is so important. We had been very sexually active in our later
years of high school and when I went away to school we came up with this great
idea to take pictures of each other. Yea, you guessed it, with daddy's
polaroid and yea, we were naked. To make a long story short, her parents
found them.
Her dad met me at the door one evening, with a gun, and told me in no
uncertain terms that I was never to see his daughter again. A truly
frightening experience for a sophomore in college. I never saw her again and
while at school the following semester a friend of mine sent me the clipping
announcing her wedding plans for the following Summer. She was marrying the
brother of her best friend, a guy several years older than us - a guy who, she
had shared with me, she thought was a dork. Oh ! Well, you win a few and
lose a few.
I've been winning a few lately. I've been seeing a very nice young lady
back in Las Vegas. Young is right, she's a senior in high school and on top
of fucking our brains out as often as possible I also sell her some dope -
maryjane, hemp, marijuana - every once in a while. Probably not too
intelligent for a man who is almost fifty years old - but what the fuck - you
only go around once.
Anyway this is the third day I've been waiting down the street from my
former girl friend's home and so far I haven't seen squat. I am about ready
to call it quits - it's about nine o'clock or so - when out of the drive way
comes a silver BMW, turns toward where I'm parked and drives by. I get a good
look at the driver and a chill comes over me. It is Connie. The hair is a
bit longer and more frizzy than I remember. It also appears to be a shade or
two darker but it still has those tinges of the Summer sun in it. She's
wearing dark glasses and appears to be alone. I start up the bug, pull a "U"
turn and proceed to follow. Now what ?? I really don't have a plan or a
clue. Maybe she'll pull into a Circle K or a Seven-Eleven and I can fake a
chance meeting. Am I fucking smart or what ?! Don't bet on it.
*** CHAPTER TWO ***
She passes up several Circle Ks and Seven-Elevens as we head into the
heart of the South Bay. Suddenly, it seems to me, as I am amazed at all the
changes in the neighborhood; she turns into a strip mall parking lot and parks
her car in front of a bakery. I pull the bug into a slot a couple of spaces
down from her. In the rear view mirror I watch her as she heads into the
bakery. I wait for exactly three minutes, according to my wrist watch, then
get out of the car and head for the bakery door. She is sitting at a table
with her back to the door, taking a sip of coffee, when I enter the bakery.
She doesn't turn to see who just entered the bakery, so far so good. I stroll
up to the counter, browsing at the donuts and pastries behind the glass. I
can almost feel her eyes burning holes in the back of my "T" shirt. Oh !
Shit, maybe she hasn't noticed me as she is thinking about her own life and
problems - worrying about her husband, the kids, or whatever. I am now afraid
that I will hear the bakery door open and close as she leaves the bakery and I
am forced to chase after her again. As I said earlier though, I've been
winning a few lately and my luck must be continuing as I hear:
"Willy....Willy Tamarack....."
I turn with a start and just stare open mouthed at her. "Well,
shit......Connie......I'm sorry I don't know you last name." I move to the
table and put my hands on the back if the chair across from her. "Long
time.....hasn't it. How's life ?" I ask.
"Couldn't be better. Sit down and have a cup of coffee."
Secretly I was hoping that she would say life had been real shitty and
that she constantly thought about me but I guess my luck doesn't go that far.
I pull out the chair, sit down and just stare. We exchange pleasantries. I
ask the usual inane questions about family - her parents, her husband and
children; realizing that by asking the questions she will become aware that I
have been thinking about her and attempting to keep up with her life. She
returns the compliment by saying how sorry she was to hear about the death of
my family in the automobile accident. I wonder how she knew but then she is
getting up, looking at her watch and saying she has an appointment and has to
run. My heart sinks as she moves to the door. She turns as she opens the
door and asks; "Remember that place we used to have lunch and then walk down
to the beach and sunbathe ? They have built a small park there on top of the
cliff. I'll treat, if you can make it about eleven."
I nod dumbly and watch her get in her car and drive away. I sit at the
table for a long time and realize that I have no idea where she is talking
about. The only place I remember us going to the beach was very isolated,
yea, we did bring our lunch and sunbathe but our primary concern was to be
alone and to have some of the best sex I ever had in my life. The guy behind
the counter finally asks if I want anything, I say no and then leave the
bakery. I drive around aimlessly trying to get a grip on my emotions - give
up and then head out for where I think I'm supposed to meet Connie for lunch.
I see her car in the paring lot and realize that I've almost blown it again by
being late. She is sitting on a park bench near a paved walkway that skirts
the edge of the cliff. At her feet is a shopping bag. As I sit down she asks
if I like submarine sandwiches, pulls a Budwiser out of the shopping bag, pops
the tab and hands it to me. She opens one for herself and we continue to sit
and stare at the ocean and sip the Buds.
She starts the conversation by asking what I'm doing with myself now. I
fill her in on my move to Las Vegas, retirement and what ?? I'm really not
doing anything but working out and getting stoned. She says that she could
never figure why I spent so much time in the military, knowing what a stoner
I'd been when we were younger. She asks about the women in my life and I
decide I've got nothing to lose by being truthful - so I tell her about Karen.
She shows no surprise and says, "I assume you're fucking her." I nod and she
continues, "What a dirty old man you've become." She then starts to laugh
almost uncontrollably. I start to laugh also, mostly out of embarrassment.
She offers me another beer and asks, "Do you want to know what really happened
back then ?" I didn't reply right away but just sat and stared at the ocean.
I finally responded, "I don't think we can change it so what good would it
do ?"
*** CHAPTER THREE ***
"Would you mind if I told you as I haven't ever told anyone else about
it ?" I told her I didn't mind and she started. It was a long story with
lots of twists and turns and some really big surprises - like right up front.
The way she told it, her best friend, Mary, now her sister-in-law, was the one
who went through her room, found the pictures and left a few lying around so
that her mom found them. She reminded me that we had discussed having Mary
maybe take a couple of pictures of us together - you know, having sex and
Connie had broached the subject with her. Interestingly enough most of the
pictures that were found by her mother were of me. Most of the pictures of
Connie disappeared for a while. As for the marriage, well, that was pretty
much arranged by her parents. Her best friend's brother, now her husband,
started showing a lot of interest in her shortly after the pictures were
found. I stopped her and said let me guess - he had the pictures. Right she
said but she didn't find that out until later.
On her wedding night she got so stoned and drunk that she passed out when
Rich, her husband, and her finally arrived where they were going to spend
their honeymoon. It was a cabin in Big Bear owned by her parents. She spent
the night on the couch and awoke in the morning very much disoriented. She
wandered into the bedroom and found Rich sitting up in bed smoking a joint and
looking at the pictures. She said that she thought she went a bit crazy,
jumping on the bed and hitting him over and over again. They struggled and he
overpowered her. The next thing she remembers is Rich holding her down on the
bed and blowing copious amounts of smoke in her mouth. Soon she is very
stoned and then it started: He explained that she was now his wife and she
better forget about me and start pleasing him. He then got off the bed and
took off his clothes. His cock was huge, soft it was the size of mine hard,
she says. Well I guess I've got a normal sized penis, when hard it's about
five inches from my pubic bone to the tip but then I don't spend much time
looking at other guys dicks so, who knows ?
Once naked, he approached the bed and told her to strip, that he is tired
of looking at pictures and wants to see the real thing. Then he told her he
was going the fuck the livin' shit out of her. Those were his exact words -
no shit - she assures me. Connie decided that cooperating was the best avenue
and took off her clothes. I think back to what Connie looked like naked all
those years ago and begin to get hard. Connie is about five foot seven and is
a rather large girl. She has broad shoulders to support the best pair of tits
I have ever seen in my life - 38 inches around the bust and she would over
fill a C cup. She said she liked the extra support the smaller cup gave her.
Her areolae were larger than silver dollars and in each center was a nipple
about the size of a small grape. I used to suck on them for hours. She used
to tell me that she could almost cum with me sucking on them. She has a slim
waist and not much hip with almost a little boy's ass. When I knew her, her
bush was luxurious, thick and curly - it covered her cunt. She had a
prominent mons and thick lips hiding her cunt. She wasn't tight by any means
but would get real wet and was one of the best fucks I have ever had.
She continues to describe the first time her husband fucked her. By the
time she is naked he is sporting what at the time she thinks is a foot long
hardon. She says that now she knows exactly how long it is as she has
measured it for him many times - nine and a quarter inches hard. He then
crawled up on the bed and started to suck and bite on her nipples and rub her
cunt lips until she was somewhat wet; then he lifted her legs over his
shoulders shoved his cock into her cunt and like he said "fucks the livin'
shit out of me." She said that during the next four days he fucked her at
least four times a day and that didn't count the times he wanted her to blow
him. She laughed as she told me that I must be a great teacher because he
kept telling her what a great cocksucker she was.
Thinking that the story was over I got up, mostly to cover my hardon, and
leaned on the rail that prevents fools from falling over the cliffs. I stare
out on the ocean until she comes and stands next to me. "That's not all of
it", she tells me, and goes on to tell me that her husband likes a lot of
variety and would often use her to help him seduce other women and men. They
were often involved in swap clubs and had their own special circle of friends
that they would see about once a month, where the sex was wild and crazy -
with everyone fucking everyone - two and three on one - girls on girls and
sometimes even boys on boys. She said that she finally did get her picture
taken, fucking her man, just as we had planned to do so long ago. And she
laughed at the irony. Mary took the pictures just as we had planned, but
after a couple of pictures were taken, she stripped and joined her brother and
Connie on the bed; giving her the best head she had since the last time I had
eaten her, she swore. She went on to tell me that over the years; she has
probably fucked and sucked over a hundred different guys and been with
countless women also, after that first time with Mary, who taught her to suck
and lick pussy. And when video cameras became popular, Rich was one of the
first to get one and now they have a large library, recording their exploits.
"But that was all long ago," Connie continues, "a little over five years
ago, I had breast reduction surgery because my tits were hanging down to my
navel after two kids and all the attention they always got at the parties we
had. I will admit that all the attention I got with my tits was a turn on
even back in high school. But now I'm now a thirty-six "B" and happy with
what I've got. Rich started to lose interest in having sex with me and was
concentrating on his business and bedding younger women. He has power now and
doesn't need his cock to bed his young ladies - money and power - that will
get more pussy than a cock any day."
She went on to say that she no longer sleeps with her husband - they have
separate bedrooms and baths and they only socialize together for the benefit
of his business. Both the children have gone; their son is working back East
and their daughter is a junior at the University of California - Irvine. I
mention that my parents are now living in Newport Beach and she replies that
she does spend some time in Orange County staying with her daughter. She says
that Rich provides her with a very comfortable life; she can go when and where
she pleases and never wants for anything. I casually mention that we ought to
get together again for lunch sometime. She glances at her watch and says that
she has to be getting on as it is now about four or so. I thank her for the
brewskis and we walk toward her car. As we approach her car door she turns
and says, "How about a big hug ?" I waste no time and wrap my arms around her
burying my face in her hair. "I suppose a kiss is out of the question ?" I
almost whisper.
With that she pushes me away and says, "I want you to know that you don't
ever have to ask me that question." Then she presses her lips against mine
and slides her tongue into my mouth. I meet her tongue with mine and we kiss
for a very long time. She finally breaks the kiss and says she must be going.
After starting her car, she rolls down the window and says, "Newport Beach ?"
"Yea," I reply.
"Look, I'm busy tomorrow morning but I could be down there by say one or
one thirty ?"
"I'll be there, where ?" I answer.
"Oh, I don't know ?
"Do you know Corona del Mar ?" I ask. She nods and I continue, "Big
Corona - the parking lot down at the bottom of the cliff. One o'clock - I'll
be there."
She looks over at the board on the top of my bug and asks, "Do you really
still surf ?" I nod. She then says, "See you then, Willy," and then backs up
and drives away.
*** CHAPTER FOUR ***
The minutes are passing like hours as I sit in the bug in the far reaches
of the Big Corona parking lot. I've got a great view of the entrance and exit
of the parking lot and have checked my watch about a hundred times in the last
ten minutes. It's about one twenty five when I see her BMW drive into the
lot. I start honking the horn. She slows, looks around, waves and drives
over and parks next to the bug. I get out of my car and meet her at the
driver's door. Talk about flash backs - she is wearing my favorite dress. A
brown, orange and light purple plaid one piece that reaches mid-thigh and
buttons all the way down the front. I think that's why it was my favorite -
once unbuttoned she was, for all practical purposes, naked. I open the door
and extend my hand to help her out of the car. "The dress, just a coincidence
?" I ask. "What do you think ?" She returns. "There are no coincidences."
I say. I keep a hold of her hand and leading her toward the beach say, "Let's
go for a walk." She complains that she is wearing hose and won't be able to
take off her shoes. "Yes, you will. Who cares." I retort. She puts a hand
on my shoulder and begins to take her pumps off and says, "Yea, you're right -
who cares."
We walk along the beach for about an hour. After Labor Day most
California beaches lose the crowds that frequent them during the Summer so we
are almost alone at times. She asks me a lot of questions about Karen and I
tell her the type of relationship we have - mostly dope and sex. She asks if
I have any dope with me and I reply that I don't leave home without it most of
the time. Either that or I get stoned before leaving. I look at her and tell
her that I'm not stoned now, nor was I yesterday and she laughs and says, "I
know that." I ask her if she would like to get high and she says, "Very much,
it's been a long time." So we head back toward the cars and decide to smoke
in her car as it's larger and has the better stereo system and what a system
it is - woofers, sub-woofers and equalizers - all that shit. I bring over the
cooler that contains our lunch and once we get in the front of the car, tell
her to get out a couple of beers. I light a joint and take a big hit,
exchanging the joint for a beer. We pass the joint back and forth and sip
beer until we are well on our way to Nirvana and the joint is now a small
roach. I pack the roach into a cigarette and light it for her. She quickly
passes me the cigarette and I finish what is left of the roach.
We talk about the stupid shit you usually do when you're stoned until
finally she says, "Pull your seat as far forward as you can and let's get in
the back. I want to sit next to you."
As I move the seat as far forward as it goes I ask her, "What if I want to
do more than sit next to you ?"
She is already climbing into the back seat and her skirt has ridden up
over her hips. I see that she is wearing panty hose without underwear. She
looks back at me and says, "You really are a dirty old man, looking up my
skirt. Are you getting a good view ?" Then she wiggles her hips a bit,
almost daring me to do something.
"Yes, I am - an excellent view." I say as I give her behind a light slap
with my hand. She finally gets into the back seat giving me a very brazen
beaver shot, which causes my cock to start hardening as I crawl into the back
to join her. I pull her into my arms and mash my mouth to hers and our
tongues are immediately intertwined. My hands start roaming over her breasts
and her hand finds my growing hardon. I break the kiss and slide to the
floor, telling her that I'm hungry. She smiles and says, "But I want you to
see my new breasts. I think the nipples are off center a bit. What do you
think ?" As she is unbuttoning her dress, I am reaching under the skirt and
pulling down her panty hose. Her bra hooks in front and as she is unhooking
it, I am tossing her panty hose on the floor of the car. When her breasts are
bare, she asks, "What do you think ?"
"I think they are beautiful," I said, and they were - about the size of
apples with very large brown areolae, maybe three inches across. In the
center of each was a nipple the size of a grape - a large grape. The areolae
were off center a bit but it may have been the way she was half lying, half
sitting in the back seat. I could hardly see the scars of her breast
reduction. I unbuttoned the rest of her dress and just stared at her naked
body. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple and the other into my mouth and
repeated, "They're beautiful." I continued to suck and lick both of her
nipples until they were very hard. Her areolae now had goose bumps all over
them and her nipples are totally erect, standing out about a half an inch from
her breasts. "Enough, eat my cunt, Willy, suck it, lick it, make me cum,
Willy." I need no encouragement and lick my way from her breasts to the top
of her pubic hair. She has much more hair than I remember and it is very
thick and coarse. I slowly work my tongue through it, probing for her slit.
"Lick my clit, Willy," she gasps as she lifts one of her legs over my
shoulder. Her mound is not as prominent as I remember and I quickly find her
cunt lips and use my fingers to spread her lips. Her lips are very thick and
covered with a pelt of curly pubic hair. The contrast between the color of
her pink cunt and the surrounding forest of dark brown hair was a real turn
on. Her clit is erect and staring at me as I begin to lick her hole and
tongue fuck her. "Aaaah, that's it, Willy, Oooh ! Yea ! Willy. Lick my clit,
please, I'm gona cum." She screams, so I lick right up to her nub and tease
it with my tongue, finally sucking it into my mouth as her hips start to jerk
around on the car seat. Her hands capture my head and hold it in her crotch
as she starts to cum; yelling, "Oh ! Yes ! Fuck, that's it. I'm cummmming.
Oh ! Yea !"
I lean back on the front seat, pulling some of her pubic hair out of my
mouth. "I may be a dirty old man but you are definitely one horny, old lady,
Connie," I laugh, "My teenage mistress doesn't get off that quickly and the
last time I saw her she was begging for it."
"In your dreams old man; why don't we trade places and we'll see how long
you last, huh, old man. You still got that boner in your pants ?" She pulls
me up to her mouth and we kiss for a long time, our tongues dueling in each
other's mouth. The next I knew she was on the floor of the car tugging my
shorts down to my ankles. She wastes no time sucking my, now soft, dick into
her mouth. After sucking and licking on it for a bit; I start to pump my hips
off the car seat as my cock is starting to get hard again. She removes her
mouth from my cock and say, "I don't want you to move a muscle until you can't
stand it and are ready to fill my mouth with cum; understand, lover ?" I nod
my head and lean back against the car seat. She begins to lick my cock like
its a pop-cycle, up and down and all around. Her tongue paints my balls with
her saliva and she gently takes my sack in her teeth and pulls it away from my
cock, tugging on it a bit as my hardon reaches for the roof of the car. She
looks up at me and says, "I'm going to suck you dry, Willy, and there's not a
fucking thing you can do about it."
"Who says I want to. You're going to drown in the cum I pump in your
mouth, honey. Now suck my cock, Connie." Her eyes are slits as she plunges
her mouth down on my cock and begins to give me a blow job like I've never had
before. Sliding her lips up and down my cock at an ever increasing pace while
she massages my balls with one hand and eases one of her fingers into my
asshole. She slowly raises her mouth off my saliva coated cock, I could see
strings of saliva hanging from her mouth, still connected to my cock. She
whispers, "I want to swallow your cum, Willy, come on, baby, give Connie your
cum, honey." Then she plunges her mouth down on my cock and just about
swallows it whole; bobbing her head up and down in my lap. I'm getting very
close to losing it but try to hold off as her lips slid up and down my dick.
I knew I was going to lose it when she grasps my cock with the hand that was
massaging my testicles and starts to pump like crazy while keeping her lips
wrapped around the head of my dick. My orgasm feels like it started in my
asshole, which was still skewered on her finger. There was no way I could
hold back. I grabbed the back of Connie's head and press it toward my groin
as my cock spazams and pumps spurt after spurt of gisim into her mouth. My
hips are coming up off the car seat as I jerk around and Connie's lips are
wrapped around the base of my cock with her nose buried in my pubic hair,
swallowing every drop of my seamen. She keeps her lips at the base of my cock
until I'm almost totally soft and then slowly pulls her lips up the length of
my rapidly softening dick. She kisses the tip of my cock, as I look down and
notice that there is no seamen in my pubic hair, none at all; she has
swallowed every drop. She leans back against the front seat, licking her lips
and states, "I'm ready for seconds, how about it, can you get it up again,
Willy ?"
*** CHAPTER FIVE ***
I laid in the back seat of Connie's BMW and was almost transported back to
my teenage years; basking in the afterglow of the tremendous orgasm that I had
just experienced and still high from the marijuana we had smoked earlier. It
was a few moments, quite a few moments, before I notice that Connie has
rehooked her bra and is buttoning up her dress. When she is about half
buttoned she leans forward and kisses me, for a long time.
"I've got to run," she say, as she continues buttoning her dress, "I told
my daughter that I'd take her to dinner and if I don't hurry, I'll be late.
I'm spending the night down here and I expect to meet you right here tomorrow
morning at 0700 sharp, mister. Isn't that what they say in the military ?"
She laughs. I nod my head. "Oh, Willy, you are so stoned. Are you going to
remember to be here tomorrow - you had better. Darlene, that's my daughter,
has class all morning and works all afternoon.....Let's just say that this
afternoon was just a preview of coming attractions - Oh ! That's cute. You
had better get a good nights rest, lover."
I pull up my shorts and slowly got out of the car. Connie already has the
BMW started and leans out the window, "Give me a kiss, Willy." I lean down
and kiss her. "Remember tomorrow morning, seven o'clock - don't be late."
She shifts into gear and motors out of the parking lot. I wandered down to
the beach and rested on the warm sand in the fading rays of the September sun,
munching on the lunch that neither of us had touched. I drove back to my
parents about five, had the usual family dinner and hit the rack early -
hoping that time would fly if I was sleeping.
[To Be Continued]
[in]
[Surfin' Safari]
[Part Two]
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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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