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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. 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 (NORMAL)
and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
(MmF+f mild bd)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
CHAPTER TWENTY
They were exhausted. Dale's hardon finally subsided but not before he'd
fucked her three times. Once on her knees, still tied to the head board.
He'd pried her fat ass cheeks apart and rubbed his cum soaked cock right
against her lightly haired asshole; finally burying himself in her bowels and
fucking her until she was screaming. She was hardly tight in the ass and Dale
figured she'd had it plenty of times up the "Hershey Highway." Afterwards he
cut her loose and watched as she sucked and licked his cock and balls clean.
He finally loosened a weak load in her mouth then fell asleep for an hour or
so.
She was watching him when he woke. "What made you tie me up, Dale ?"
He was going to laugh then thought better of it. "I was watching this
pirate movie a couple of nights ago and was pretty stoned when you were
wandering about the boat...Shit ! Joanie, I don't know...Seemed like the
thing to do at the time...Why ?"
She was tangling and untangling her fingers in the mat of hair on his
chest. She looked up at him. "It really turned me on...That's all. It
seemed to turn you on too. If you want...I bet I could introduce you to half
dozen women...Who'd really get off on what you did to me..." Dale looked at
her like she was crazy. "...No, Dale, I'm not kidding...I must have had a
dozen orgasms...Even when you were fucking me in the ass...I was cuming and I
don't usually get off that way."
Dale was thinking, "Well...If they're all your age...I'm not interested."
He couldn't get the young, blonde mother out of his mind. He wondered if
she'd get off being tied up ? He laughed and Joanie asked him what he was
laughing at. He hopped off the bed, without answering her, and got them a
glass of wine.....
Dale was sitting out in the sun on the yacht. It was Saturday afternoon.
As usual, he was stoned. Surfing had been mediocre this morning and he
thought the beach would be too crowded later so he got stoned and was
fantasizing about the young girl on the boat down the way. She'd come out
about ten minutes ago - to sunbathe too. Probably fifteen, maybe
sixteen...Nice little body. He figured he'd have to tie her up to get her to
fuck him. Might be worth it though but the twenty years in San Quinton
wouldn't be. His mind wandered back to Joanie's last night.....
She'd invited him to dinner at her place. He'd gone to a novelty store
that afternoon and bought a pair of handcuffs...As a joke, kind of. He was
bored and drove right over to Joanie's place...Almost an hour early. She
lived in a real nice neighborhood...A little old but nice just the same. He
parked and got out of his car. While walking up the walk to her front door he
had a very nasty idea...She probably wasn't dressed yet, he'd surprise her.
He left the walkway and wandered around to the back of the house.
He found the sliding glass door unlocked and slipped into the house.
Immediately he could hear the sounds of sex, sweaty bodies slapping together.
He could also hear Joanie egging someone on like she had him the other
evening. He slipped down the hall and peaked into what he figured was the
master bedroom, where the sound was coming from. There in the middle of a
king size bed was Joanie with her legs wrapped around a very brown body. Dale
saw the guy's clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed and figured he was her
gardener ?
Was he pissed ? Not really. In fact watching them fuck was turning him
on. He felt the handcuffs in his jacket pocket and the idea exploded in his
brain...Much better than his first. He backed down the hall and then yelled
at the top of his lungs, "Who the hell's fucking my wife ?" He heard the
commotion in the bedroom and started laughing. The young Latino was trying to
pull his pants on when he entered the room. "You've got about two seconds to
get your ass out of here or I'll kill you, you mother fucker !" Dale was
still yelling.
Joanie was up on her elbows, laughing. Dale could see her cunt oozing his
spunk and figured the young stud had fucked her at least once before he
arrived. His cock was now shriveled up and dangling between his legs as he got
his pants on and high tailed it down the hall. Dale followed slowly and made
sure the sliding glass door was locked before he walked casually back into the
bedroom.
"You've been a naughty girl, Joanie. Looks like I'm going to have to
teach you a lesson." He was dangling the handcuffs with one hand as he drew
his zipper down with the other.
"I couldn't help myself, honey. Please not the handcuffs...Please." Her
face part laughter, part lust; legs still spread, her cunt drooling semen.
Dale moved like a cat and had her arms handcuffed to the head board of her
brass bed in seconds. This was going to be fun. He could feel his cock start
to get hard as he struggled with her arms. She was kicking her legs around
when Dale finally got off the bed and stripped off his clothes. When naked,
he sported a descent hardon and could see that Joanie wanted it but first a
little punishment. He pulled the belt out of his pants and hopped up on the
bed. This was the first time she showed any fear and just like the other
evening when he sliced her bra with the carving knife, it turned him on.
He wrestled her over onto her stomach and now she was really struggling.
He used about a quarter of the belt and slapped her ass...Probably a little
harder than he wanted to but it got the desired effect. She almost bent in
half trying to get away from the pain in her ass. He slapped her ass again
and she shirked.
"You...mother fucker...You hit me again with that belt and I'll...I'll
kill you !" Dale laughed and ran his hand up into her crotch. Her cunt was a
swap of semen. He poked three fingers into her and twisted them around.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Such a naughty bitch you
are...Would you rather have my cock punish you or the belt ?"
Joanie sucked in a deep breath and cooed up at him, "Oh ! Yes...Please !
Please...Use your hard cock." Dale grabbed her hips and raised her to her
knees. Her arms were pulled up above her head, her face was buried in the
pillow. One thrust and he was buried in her...She was liquid fire. He
started fucking and didn't stop until he mixed his spunk with that of her
Latin lover. He collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath. He
could hear her ragged breathing below him.
***** CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE *****
It was obvious Joanie had gone to a lot of trouble preparing dinner and it
was excellent. But Dale was uncomfortable she had gone to so much trouble.
He really didn't want the relationship to flourish and probably would never
have agreed to the thing at all...? But then things were kind of getting out
of control for Dale.
"Dale...I want you to meet a friend of mine. I'll treat for brunch Sunday
at the yacht club...What do you say ?" Dale became more uncomfortable but was
relieved she was introducing him to someone else. Still he felt he was being
sucked into her web. He still felt guilty about using the pill on her the
first time and hadn't used it since. Either way she was always horny and
often begged him to fuck her another time...Even when it was obvious he was
exhausted and wouldn't be able to get it up for Lord knows how long ?? He
wasn't guilty about using the blue pills...Jesus ! The hardons they gave him
were fucking unreal !
She was going on and on about this woman she wanted him to meet. She
lived right across the street. It was this woman's gardener who was fucking
her this afternoon when he arrived. She wanted to set him up with her. She
assured Dale he'd really like her. "Come on, Dale, what have you got to lose.
If you don't like her, you don't have to see her." Dale finally acquiesced and
Joanie told him she'd meet him at his yacht about noon on Sunday.....
Dale was driving his brother's station wagon. Timmy had been pestering
him for weeks to come to the San Clemente Surf Festival and watch him compete.
He was glad he hadn't seen Joanie last night because it was a real early
morning. Timmy's first heat was a 0530 show. Dale felt a flush of pride when
Timmy was announced. Then felt self-conscious when the announcer mentioned
that Timmy's uncle, the '60's surf star, Dale Haggerty, was in the audience.
Timmy lived up to the Haggerty reputation too, finishing in the top two of
both his early heats. Unfortunately he finished out of the money and missed
the finals by just one place.
The two of them hung around for the finals but Timmy seemed more
interested in a very nice looking young lady...A typical beach bunny type with
blonde hair and wearing a small bikini. After all, he was now a successful
surf contestant and that drew pussy like bees to honey...Right ?? Dale was a
little suspicious especially after the two of them went to the station wagon
and came back real stoned. It got worse. Timmy begged and pleaded with Dale
to take them to the yacht but they couldn't get there fast enough. Timmy and
the young thing ended up in the back of the station wagon as Dale drove back
toward Newport Beach.
"Oooooh...Timmmy...Your dick feels so goood !" Dale had a ragging hardon
most of the way to the yacht and was continually trying to get a peak at the
action in the rear of the station wagon. He wondered ?? Did Timmy hold out
on him ? Was he still using the pills ? If Timmy was bold enough to keep
some of the pills for himself, he was sure he'd never tell him the truth about
it.
"Slap...Slap...Slap..." is all he could hear as Timmy fucked the young
thing's brains out. The heavy breathing and sex sounds damn near drowned out
the radio. Dale was relieved to reach the marina parking lot without blowing
a load in his trunks. As he got out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the
young blonde pulling her bottoms back on. She had a nice furry pussy. He
just smile at her when she caught him staring.
Timmy rushed to catch up with him as he walked toward the yacht. "Dale !
Dale ! Hold up, man." Dale turned and slowed his pace. Timmy was almost
panting when he caught up with him. "You don't mind...do you ? I mean, this
cunt is hot. She's gona wear me out and then...Then I figured...Well...Shit !
You know what I'm getting at, Dale."
"Timmy...It's ok if you use the yacht but I've got a date to have brunch
with some ladies at the club so I hope you're up to the task." He laughed and
Timmy immediately started laughing with him. The young thing was following
them as they approached the yacht. Once inside, Timmy and the young lady
wasted no time heading for the master suite and Dale hit the head for a
shower.
As he showered, Dale couldn't get the young thing out of his mind. He'd
love to be between her legs, sucking and licking her fur covered twat. Why
did he agree to have brunch with Joanie ? His cock started to get hard and he
considered whacking it a little...Thought better of the idea and got out of the
shower. He was drying off when he heard Joanie call his name. He wrapped the
towel around him and stepped out into the hall.
He found Joanie listening at the master suite door. "I'm back here." She
jumped and backed away from the door. The young thing was moaning out another
orgasm and was clearly audible through the door.
"I...I thought you...you might be in there." She pointed toward the door.
Dale laughed. "No...That's my nephew and his girl friend."
Joanie's eyebrows arched up over her eyes. She almost asked him how old
his nephew was. "Well...Are we going to brunch ?"
"Sure. Let me get some clothes on...Or...would you...?" He let the
question dangle and pulled the towel from his waist. His cock was still
rubbery from fantasizing about the young thing in the master cabin. Let's see
now...Timmy was fucking that older woman down the street ? Maybe he'd be
interested in Joanie and her big tits. Dale closed the distance between them.
Joanie couldn't take her eyes off Dale's cock. She almost glanced at her
watch to see if they had time but knew they didn't...And how old was his
nephew ? She felt his hands on her tits. He was unbuttoning her blouse and
his cock was growing with every passing second. She reached out and started
stroking it. He had her bra unfastened and was sucking on her breast meat.
She could feel herself become wet between the legs.
Dale was almost fully hard and praying Timmy would wander out of the
master state room. His hands were fumbling with the zipper at the back of
Joanie's skirt. The sounds from the bedroom had abated. Joanie's skirt was
around her feet and Dale was dragging her underpanties down when Timmy walked
out. Timmy froze.
He couldn't believe the size of the woman's tits. Jesus ! They made Mrs.
Thompson's look small. Dale was sucking on one of them and dragging her
underpanties down. Fuck ! The woman shaved her pussy ! Timmy's cock, still
hard from the effects of the magic pill, throbbed. He wanted some of this
woman...And while she was a lot older than Mrs. Thompson...That didn't deter
him at all.
He boldly walked into the galley and stated matter of factly, "Aaah...I
think Cindy would like to talk to you, Dale."
Dale was startled. He spit Joanie's breast out of his mouth to find Timmy
staring at it. He looked up and found Joanie staring at his nephew's cock.
It was hard up against his stomach and now Dale was sure Timmy had held out on
the pills. At this point, though, he could care less...If he was in here with
Joanie...Dale'd be in the master state room with Cindy or whatever her name
was. All thoughts of brunch evaporated. He stepped away from Joanie and
Timmy stepped up to bat, his cock slick with the young thing's cunt butter and
who knows how many orgasms ? Joanie moaned as Timmy lifted her to the galley
table and immediately thrust his cock between her splayed legs. Dale could
hear their bodies slapping together as he walked into the master state room.
The young blonde was lying on her stomach and Dale just stared at her nice
tight butt. Maybe he should start hanging around with Timmy ? When Dale got
on the bed, she looked up at him. "Oh ! Hi !" She was stoned as shit and
staring at his cock. He flexed it a couple of times and it bobbed in his
crotch. She rolled to her back and Dale gazed at her cunt. The hair was a
just little darker than the hair on her head. He looked up at her tits...Nice
tits...A little small but with dark brown areolae and fat nipples.
"Timmy's busy in the other room..." She giggled and as Dale moved between
her legs, spread them wider. He could see her pubic hair was matted with
Timmy's spunk and his cock throbbed. He lowered himself to her and poked his
cock into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around him and started moving below
him. Dale started thrusting immediately. Even though she'd been fucked
several times, she was so much tighter than Joanie. Dale gave her everything
he could and soon felt the tingling of his orgasm approaching. The young
thing was thrusting herself up at him and he couldn't hold off. His cock
exploded and flooded her pussy with more cum.
Dale felt himself shrink but kept fucking anyway, only rolling away from
her after he fell out of her jizzim soaked cunt. The blonde rolled over on
her side and while he was getting his breath, said. "You gona get it up again
or you want me to blow you ?" Dale started laughing as the blonde moved over
to gobble up his cum soaked cock.
***** CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO *****
Dale woke late in the afternoon. The blonde was gone. He struggled out
of bed and found the galley empty. He searched the rest of the boat and found
he was alone. He wondered where Joanie went ? He heard someone jump on the
deck above him.
"Dale...Dale...You up ?" It was Timmy. He appeared at the entrance to
the galley and immediately started laughing. "Aaah...the dead has risen.
"Shit ! Man, you missed half the party...Where'd you meet that Joanie...She's
a fucking animal. She's sucking my brains out when Cindy walks in and tells
us you fell asleep. I was glad I'd taken..." He abruptly stopped talking.
"Keep going Timmy..."
Timmy remained silent so Dale continued, "You held out some of the pills,
didn't you ? I thought we made a deal ?"
"Yea...And you aren't using them ? Joanie said I was just like my
uncle...Could fuck for an hour or more and never got soft. So what's the big
deal ? You given her a little of the stuff ? Or what ?"
Now it was Dale's turn to clam up. They stared at each other until Dale
went to the ice box and got them a beer. They sat and talked for about an
hour. Dale finally admitting what he'd done and Timmy confessing that,
"...Shit ! Yea ! I kept some of the pills. I'm getting laid almost every day
and I don't even use the pink ones anymore...Just use the blue ones and have
these monster hardons and the word's gotten around and...Shit ! Broads are
coming up to me every day, almost. You doing anyone other than Joanie ?"
Dale was about to answer when Timmy interrupted him, "Awh...Shit ! I
forgot to tell you. Joanie said she'd meet you at the club for dinner...Six
she said." He started laughing. "I think she had a little too much tube
steak for brunch !" Dale couldn't contain himself and started laughing too.
Little did he know that Joanie had arranged for Timmy to drop by her place
that evening...Jody Pipe was in for a big surprise !
Jody Pipe was pissed...Real pissed. She'd been stood up. She ended up
having brunch with some other women and then spent the rest of the afternoon
playing bridge with them. Joanie never showed up. After all the hype Joanie
had given her all week and the bitch doesn't show...Probably fucking the guy's
brains out...And after she sent the Hernandez boy over to fuck her fat ass the
other day. She finally left the club about four and headed home.
Her phone was ringing when she entered her condo. She was on her way to
answer it when she heard Joanie on the answering machine. "Oh ! Jody...Jody.
It's Joanie, honey. I'm so sorry. Really...You've got to forgive me. But
you're not going to believe what happened to me and...And the deal I'm setting
up for you...You're going to thank me for years. Please call me as soon as
you get home. We'll go to dinner. You won't be sorry. I promise."
Jody was intrigued now. Joanie had been a good friend and for her age
certainly got her share of young men. Jody picked up the phone and called
her. She agreed to meet Joanie for dinner at the club.
Dale found them immediately upon entering the dinning room. He recognized
Jody from a couple of Sundays ago and went right to the table. "Oh ! Dale,
I'd like you to meet Jody Pipe..." And so the dinner went. If Dale expected
any overt come-ons he was disappointed. There were none. To all observers
it was three middle aged friends sharing dinner together, maybe a married
couple taking out their recently divorced friend.
Dale, though, was quite impressed with Jody's looks. Much more preserved
than Joanie but had no where near the body of her friend either...Small
breasted...probably fifty pounds lighter than Joanie and instead of Joanie's
silver gray hair, she still had a lot of color, a sandy blonde. Jody was a
great conversationalist and the three of them closed the bar but it was Sunday
night and that was not the event it would have been on a Friday or Saturday.
As is normally the custom, the ladies retired to the powder room before
the three of them left.
Joanie was first to speak. "Well...What did you think of him ?"
Jody laughed. "A little old for us isn't he ? I haven't slept with a man
near my own age since...Since my personal trainer at the fitness club and that
was years ago. Shit ! As I remember he was just thirty."
"I guarantee you won't be disappointed. He was so slow the first night, I
damn near left him in the bar but was damn glad I didn't and the surprise I've
got for you is just out of this world. You won't be able to walk tomorrow,
honey."
"It's been a long while since I've felt that way." Jody laughed as the
two of them left the powder room.
When Dale and Joanie left Jody at her car, Dale was confused. He thought
Joanie was going to...going to what ? He wasn't sure. Joanie assured him the
woman would go ape shit over him. Well, maybe the lady didn't like his looks.
Dale wasn't that disappointed as after this afternoon he was ready to head
back to the yacht and crash for the night.
"Well...Did you like her ?" Joanie asked as he walked her to her car.
"Yea...She seemed like a nice woman." Dale said, still thinking about
crashing for the night.
"I've got the key to her place...So why don't you pay her a visit tonight
and give her a little of what you gave me a couple of days ago ? Let's
see...The pirate thing won't work and she isn't seeing anyone tonight so the
cuckold husband won't do either..." She let that hang. She could tell Dale
was apprehensive but had already outlined a little fantasy in her mind. She
was sure he'd go along with it. She even bought the props this morning on her
way to the yacht...And including Timmy had been a stroke of genius. Jody
Pipe was in for the time of her life tonight !
Dale was scared. He wasn't sure he could just walk into some stranger's
house, tie her up and fuck her. In fact, he was positive he couldn't and was
about to tell Joanie that very thing.
"Listen Dale. I saw how you jumped that young girl's bones this
afternoon. Just because your nephew was mauling my tits and fucking me like a
maniac doesn't mean I couldn't hear you and that darling, young girl. Well,
Jody Pipe is the head librarian at Corona del Mar and I happen to know that
she knows several young things who love to meet sugar daddies every once and a
while...You show her a good time and I'm sure she'll return the favor. What
do you say ?"
Pictures of the blonde's head bobbing over his groin, her lips sliding up
and down his cock flooded his brain. Was he that obvious this afternoon ? He
sure didn't want Timmy picking up young ladies for him. Before he knew it he
was following Joanie's car and they were motoring out of the parking lot.
***** CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE *****
Jody Pipe was almost ready for bed. She was disappointed Joanie's stud
didn't make a pass at her and was considering calling Joanie and asking her
what was going on. If the guy was fucking her fat ass, she was sure he'd find
her more attractive. Oh ! Fuck it ! The guy was way too old, anyway. But
she sure couldn't get the thought out of her mind...How much he looked like
Howie.
Dale slipped up onto Jody's front porch. Initially, he wasn't too hot on
Joanie's idea but she insisted everything would work out ok...Plus it was kind
of exciting. He remembered how hot Joanie was each time he'd tied her up.
Shit ! It turned him on too...Even without the pill. Joanie had given him a
black sweat suit with a ski mask, no less, and some short pieces of rope. He
pushed the key into the lock and slipped inside after opening the door. The
front room was dark. He could see there was a light on down the hall and
while moving toward it, tripped over an end table. He fell to the ground and
made a hell of a noise doing it. He started laughing as he got to his feet.
Jody jumped when she heard the crashing sound in the front room. What the
fuck could that be ? Not another earthquake ? She moved out into the hall
and heard someone laughing. "Who's there ?"
Dale was into the hall in seconds and saw Jody silhouetted in the light
from the bedroom. She was turning to the doorway as Dale rushed down the hall
and crawling on the bed toward the night stand as Dale threw himself on to the
bed. He landed half on her and drove the air out of her lungs. He quickly
ripped the rope out of his waist and began tying her to the head board. She
was struggling like crazy but hardly making a sound. After securing her arms
to the bed he turned her over. Her arms were crossed above her head which
pulled her night shirt taunt against her breasts. Her nipples were poking
against the material.
As soon as he rolled her over she started screaming. Dale grabbed the
pillow, yanked the slip off and stuffed it in her mouth. The room got quiet.
He was breathing hard but then so was she. He smiled down at her and then
realized she probably couldn't see his smile because of the ski mask. Boy !
Were these fuckers hot ! Joanie told him to keep it on...Fuck it ! He yanked
it off and when he looked down at her, saw her eyes widen with recognition.
She tried to talk but couldn't with the pillow case stuffed in her mouth.
"Friend of mine told me you're a cock tease ? Huh ?" He was almost
laughing as he taunted her and could feel his cock start to harden in the
sweat pants. "Well, you're going to have a lot of cock to tease tonight." He
started taking off the sweat suit.
Fear was surging through Jody's mind and body. Even after he took off the
ski mask and what was he talking about..."a cock tease." Jesus ! And who was
this friend of his ? He was naked to the waist, his chest covered with dark
curly hair. Her mind flashed back to Howie. The resemblance was uncanny.
Her eyes widened when his cock came into view. The resemblance ended there.
Howie was no where near as hung as this guy. He was stroking his cock now and
Jody Pipe was scared to death. She started struggling against her bonds.
Dale was just stroking his cock when she started to struggle. He laughed
and then went through the sweat suit pockets until he found the joint. He lit
it up and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Not expecting any visitors are you ?"
He laughed real loud and took another hit off the joint. He'd taken one of
the blue pills over at Joanie's and could feel the power surge through his
groin. His cock was like steel.
Jody was really pulling against the ropes that bound her to the bed. She
was also kicking her feet around although that wasn't doing a thing for her.
The rope was cutting into her wrists and it fucking hurt. All of a sudden it
dawned on her...Joanie...That fucking bitch set this up...She was his
"friend." Oh ! When she got out of this, she'd kill the bitch.
Dale glanced over at the night stand drawer. Right next to a slim, eight
inch vibrator was the pistol. He would have probably left right then if he
hadn't been so stoned. If Jody would have reached the drawer before he
pounced on her...Who knows what would have happened ??!! He reached for the
vibrator and turned it to high. "Warm up time, honey."
Jody was wearing a thin pajama top, almost like a blouse with matching
bottoms. Dale threw the vibrator on the bed and crawled up beside her. He
reached into her top, ripped it apart and now her breasts were bare. About a
handful with small delicate looking nipples. Her areolae about the size of a
quarter and a light brown against her white breast meat. He ran the vibrator
over her nipples until they were pointing at the ceiling and could see her
expression change...From pure hate to arousal. This was going to be easy, he
thought. In a few minutes she'd be begging him to fuck her. He kept working
the vibrator over her breasts and up into her under arms. She was wiggling
around on the bed like a snake. "Wait 'till you get some cock in you, honey."
Jody was trying to suppress the sexual feeling welling up inside her body
but it was impossible. It had been several days since she'd had a stud
between her legs. She was horny. Her breasts were always super sensitive and
this guy was driving her crazy with the vibrator. She couldn't get enough air
through her nostrils, her breathing fast and shallow.
Dale kept the vibrator working on her tits while he pulled her pajama
bottoms over her hips. Her legs had stopped thrashing around on the bed and
they easily slipped over her hips. The "V" of her pubic hair came into view.
She had a nice bush, well trimmed but thick up on her mons. While he kept
dragging her bottoms down, he slowly slid the vibrator down toward her magic
triangle.
She was sucking her stomach in, in an attempt to keep the vibrator off her
sensitive skin. It had reached her pubic hair and she could feel it slide
toward her pussy. When Dale ran the vibrator into the crease of her cunt, her
whole body tensed up and she arched her body off the bed. Again she had
trouble breathing, her nostrils contracting as she attempted to suck air into
her lungs. Abruptly Dale drew the vibrator away from her cunt. He pulled her
legs further apart and knelt between them.
"Time to lick some pussy, cock tease." He pulled her legs up over his
shoulders and pushed them back on to her chest. Her cunt was spread before
him. He could easily see the lips of her vagina, a pink color in the tangles
of her light brown bush. He bent and licked her crack and it was like he took
a cattle prod to her. He looked up at her and asked, "Like it, huh ?" He
bent again and started reaming his tongue into her. She was wild and could no
longer control her body. Her chest was rising and falling like an earth quake
as she tried to suck more air into her lungs. Her moans and groans clearly
audible even with the pillow case shoved in her mouth.
Her cunt was sloppy wet almost greasy. Dale dug his tongue into her and
held on for the ride as her body spasamed against his onslaught. He could
hear her trying to suck air into her lungs and glanced up at her face it was
as white as the pillow case so he ripped it out of her mouth. The breath she
sucked into her lungs almost sounded like a train coming through a tunnel and
then...
"Aaaaagh...Ooooh ! Fuck ! I'mmmmm cummming !" and then another deep
breath. Dale worked his tongue up to the top of her slit and wormed it around
her clitoris. She was wild below him, her ass bucking up into his face, her
back contracting with his every swipe at her tender clit. He slid his tongue
down the crease of her sex and reamed it into her asshole. Her orgasm was
cataclysmic. Her whole body thrashing around on the bed. Her skin covered
with a sheen of perspiration. Her anus tried to capture his tongue but
failed. He licked back up to her clit and she started cuming again, maybe it
was the same orgasm. It was hard to tell. This woman was definitely wilder
than Joanie or his sister-in-law had ever been even on the pink pills.
He drew his face away from her and watched her writhe around before him.
His cock was like a crow bar and he wanted to pry her cunt lips apart with it.
He dragged her back up on to his knees and started slapping his hardon against
her spread cunt lips. She was throwing her head back and forth on the
mattress and Dale could stand the tormenting no longer. He slipped the head
of his cock into her opening and fell forward on top of her. Her legs
captured his neck and he thought she was going to break it. He started
fucking her liquid warmth and didn't stop until he felt his seed ooze out of
her cunt and soak their pubic hair. Still he kept fucking her. She kept
cuming, now wailing constantly as Dale's cock plowed in and out of her spread
womanhood.
Jody was beyond caring about anything. The exquisite pleasure she was
feeling was overwhelming. She'd never cum like this and couldn't stop the
spasaming of her legs around his neck. Her back and ass arching up to meet
his every thrust. And his cock felt so good, like a lance slashing into her
stomach. She was cuming again and yelling at the top of her lungs. She knew
he had cum because she felt his semen leaking out of her and dribbling down
the crack of her ass...Yet, he kept fucking her...Just pounding his dick in
and out of her like...Like...One of those jack hammers.
Dale finally rolled off of Jody after he had cum a couple of times, maybe
three. He lost count. He was so fucking stoned he hardly remembered where he
was. He was sucking air into his lungs like a long distance runner. Jody was
lying beside him, her chest rising and falling like the tides of the ocean.
She was covered with sweat, her nipples still erect, her bush now matted with
his semen. Dale wasn't sure he could continue. His legs ached, his back
ached but his cock was still as hard as steel.
He slowly got to his knees, rolled Jody over on to her stomach and then
pulled her to her knees. He was in her like a hot knife into soft butter and
began to assault her behind. She was throwing her head back and forth on the
mattress and he was positive she was cuming like a banshee. He kept fucking
until he finally passed out, his blood pressure not high enough to pump blood
to his head but his cock was still hard.
Timmy arrived at Joanie's home about eleven-thirty. He was hot to get it
on with her again. He wanted to fuck those big titties of hers. The house
was dark when he walked up the path to the front door but Joanie answered
before he knocked. She squired him inside and then explained what she wanted
him to do.
Dale finally left Jody, tied to the bed, at midnight. He struggled to his
car and drove off into the night. The chances of him seeing any surfing
tomorrow were slim and none.
Joanie and Timmy watched and then Timmy walked across the street. He
crept through the house and found the woman tied to the bed just as Joanie
told him. He waited for the call.
"Riinnng...Riinnng...Riinnng...Riinnng."
"Jody...It's Joanie, honey." Came through the answering machine. "I've
got another surprise for you. How about glancing at the doorway." Jody
raised her head from the bed and spied Timmy in the doorway. He didn't have a
stitch on and was stroking a nice hard cock. "If you can get out of bed
tomorrow...Let's do lunch." Timmy moved toward the bed, still stroking his
cock. Jody's cunt was a swamp of semen and Timmy could hardly wait to bury
his cock in her. The effects of the pill surging through his body, his cock
hard as a baseball bat in his hand.....
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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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