Message-ID: <15856eli$9810030527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten Subject: "If Candy is Dandy....."(M+F+ Spanish Fly)[2/11] 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199810021258.FAA28137@shaman.lycaeum.org> -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(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 ?? Part Two (M+F+ Spanish Fly) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER FOUR ***** Timmy Haggerty was up before the sun even thought about showing up. As he slipped on his wet suit, he could hardly wait to see his uncle's reaction. He hadn't been working weekends for nothing. He'd saved every dime and bought his uncle an old, long board and wet suit. Timmy figured his uncle would be stoked to get back in the waves again...Help him forget about his divorce. Maybe even encourage him to stay in Orange County and take him on surfin' safaris like he did when he was teaching Timmy to surf. Wow ! Were those great times ! That Summer his uncle came to visit - every morning he woke Timmy before the sun came up...Prodding him on with, "You can't soar with the eagles if you stay up all night with the turkeys !" Timmy laughed at that thought as he headed down the hall...And what better teacher than his uncle - the only unsponsored finalist in the old United States Surfing Championships in 1965 - right up there with Corky Caroll, David Nuuhiwa, Mike Doyle - real heroes in the surfing world. His grandmother had shown him the pictures she took. Dale standing on the nose, sliding along, almost effortlessly. He always got real excited when he saw those pictures and listened to the stories his grandmother would tell him. He could tell in the photos how excited her and grandpa were. In the after contest photos, Dale always had his arm wrapped around the most unbelievable girl with the biggest hooters. Timmy'd had many fantasy's about her. Grandma told him that Deborah was Dale's steady girl. Timmy burst through the door and found Uncle Dale passed out on the floor, still dressed in the same shit he was wearing the night before. Timmy had never seen Uncle Dale so drunk. Towards the end of the evening he was sippin' straight from the bottle - didn't even bother pouring it into a glass. Maybe, this wasn't such a hot idea ? Timmy got down on his knees and whispered into Dale's ear, "You can't soar with the eagles if you stay up all night with the turkeys !" There was no response from Dale. Timmy whispered louder. After the third try, he jumped up, flicked on the light and almost yelled, "Come on, you turkey, get your fat ass off the floor and let's go surfing !" Dale jerked awake and squinted into the lighted room. "Who the fuck was this ?" He wondered. He finally made out Timmy, standing over by the light switch. "What the fuck time is it ?" "Zero Four forty-five...Uncle Dale...can't soar with the eagles if you stay up all night drinking Jack with the fucking turkeys ! Now get your ass off the floor. I want to be in the line up before the sun hits the first wave." He laughed, thinking of how often his uncle had used that line on him. At first it was hard because he wasn't very good and really didn't enjoy surfin' or "sliding" as his uncle called it. But after he caught his first wave all by himself and rode it all the way to the shore, he was hooked and was often dressed and ready to go before his uncle came to wake him. "Go away, Timmy...Come back later...There'll always be more waves - tomorrow." Dale rolled over and almost immediately started to snore. Timmy walked over and dropped the wet suit over his head. He got to his knees, put his face right next to Dale's wetsuit covered head and in a normal voice said, "Remember all the times you told me if I didn't have my shit together...You'd go without me ? Well...You've got five minutes to meet me out in the station wagon. I worked all Spring to buy you a surfboard and wet suit...You're not out in the station wagon in five minutes...I'm leavin' and I won't ever come to get you again...understand...Dale." Timmy was waiting in the station wagon with the engine running. His speech was almost word for word what Dale had told him ten years ago on the second or third morning he came to get him, when Timmy told him to get lost. Timmy glanced at his watch...Two minutes to go. The door to the garage burst open and Dale staggered out. His hair looked like a scarecrow's, his eyes - puffy and blood shot. He was trying to get his wet suit on over his shoulders and whispered rather loudly, "Don't leave...I'm coming !" The morning was a disaster. Dale slept most of the way to the beach and only woke as they entered the parking lot. Timmy had his board out of the back and was waxing up before Dale fully came awake. A small two, maybe three foot swell was running. Timmy figured it was perfect for Dale to get back into it and was sure he'd be "hot doggin'" after catching a couple of waves. Boy ! Was Timmy wrong ! Dale got swamped by a two foot shore break paddling out and looked as if he was going to call it quits, walking up the shore to retrieve his surfboard. One of Timmy's friends called over to him, "I thought you said this fucker was good ! My little brother could make it out today and he's only five. The guy's a loser, Timmy." Timmy flipped the guy off and caught the next wave to shore. Dale was sitting by the surfboard, his head in his hands. He looked up at Timmy, his eyes still blood shot and swollen. "Aaah...Uncle Dale...You're kind of embarrassing me here. I've told all my friends all about you and...then you kook out, just trying to paddle out. Now I realize you're not real young any more but you always told me that age makes you wise. So how about using some of that wisdom and get your pussy ass out in the line up and catch a few waves...then we'll go home...Ok ?" Timmy didn't wait for an answer, just turned and paddled out into the surf. Dale joined him about ten minutes later and in the next hour caught several waves. He fell off on most of them, trying to turn or trim up the board but by the time they got back home, Dale was stoked and made Timmy promise to wake him up every morning. Timmy rushed over to the condo's that were still being renovated. Every time he went to work now, he'd spend most of his time fighting off getting a hardon. Those tapes were fucking dynamite ! He'd watched them time and time again, packing his bong with a little bud and laying back to watch this guy, with the big, fat cock, fuck and suck these women silly. Shit, the first time he watched one he had to rush to the bathroom and spray a load in the shower after about the first five minutes..... ***** CHAPTER FIVE ***** .....Timmy would never forget that first tape. It was his favorite. It might have been because the woman had such big tits. Jesus ! They were huge - - large melons of tit flesh poked out of her chest, topped with the largest brown areolae and nipples that looked like marbles. The guy, in the video, just had his pants on and was sucking on them. The woman had her head thrown back and he had a hand in her cunt, rubbing it all around...And she was shaved. Soon the guy got her down on her knees and she started licking and sucking his dick. That's when Timmy had to rush to the bathroom. She was still licking and sucking when he got back and continued until the guy pulled his dick out of her mouth and squirted, what seemed like, a gallon of cum on to her face. Next they were on the bed and the woman was riding this guy's cock like a jockey in a race. All Timmy could see was her ass and cunt bouncing up and down on this guy's cock. She had a lot of hair between the cheeks of her ass and the guy kept spreading her ass apart, giving the camera a fantastic view. Timmy could see her asshole nestled in all the hair. This time the guy came in her cunt and Timmy watched his sticky, white semen leak out of her as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her. Later on, still in the fist tape, Timmy watched as the same guy fucked and sucked with two women. The same one from the first part of the tape and an older woman. They both sucked him off at the same time and even went 69 with each other for a while. Timmy started to notice how the guy's cock never got soft, at least as far as Timmy saw. He fucked these two ladies for over an hour - trading off - in the cunt - a little blow job for variety and he even fucked the old broad in the ass, or that's what Timmy thought as the guy was asking her if she "liked it in the butt ?" Right after that segment was a woman with platinum hair - or at least that's what it looked like - the lighting wasn't all that hot sometimes. Her bush, though, was a dark brown or maybe black, again Timmy couldn't tell. Didn't have much in the tit department but looked like she had nice stiff nipples. They always seemed to be hard, like the guy's cock. He fucked the shit out of this woman after he came all over her face. He thought the other women made noise when the guy fucked them - but this lady took the cake...Loved to bounce up and down on it. He fucked her in the butt too ! She told him that her cunt couldn't take it any more. Then the Chinese girl...Oh ! My God ! What tits that girl had ! She was the youngest one so far and Timmy imagined that it was him making her yell and scream all those wonderful words..."Yeaaaaa ! Fuck me...Fuck me...Fuck me !" - - "Faster...Faster...Faster...Fuck...I'mmmm cuming...still cumingggg !" - "Oh ! Your cock tastes so good with my pussy juice on it and your cum...You gona cum in my mouth ?" With that the Chinese girl licked the guy's cock like a popsicle. Timmy was whacking like crazy. He abruptly got up and rushed to the bathroom...Shit ! Timmy unloosed another load of semen into the shower stall. Barely made it. When he got back the second tape was over. "Shit ! Four hours (he'd fast forwarded through a lot of it because he got tired of watching this guy just ramming the shit out of these women) of the best porno he'd ever seen ! And he had three more tapes - twenty some hours in all...Maybe, I could rent them out ? What am I thinking of ? This shit is gold...Guy's would make copies and it'd be all over...Nah ! This is "private reserve" shit...Nobody but me is going to watch this shit." Timmy thought as he packed the tape back in it's box. "Maybe I could preview the third tape before my mom gets home ?" Timmy barely got the tape out of the VCR before his mother walked into the den. He was so engrossed in the third VCR that he didn't hear the garage door swing open. God ! Was this shit dynamite !? He had to wait a week to really get into the third tape but got a hardon every time he thought about the little he saw. The same Chinese girl...This time with a friend. Fuck they did everything ! Both girls sucking him off...Shit ! He came on both of their faces and they licked it off each other. He filled the new Chinese girl first. She was a lot smaller than her friend - small, little tits with real small, dark nipples. She didn't have near as much hair on her pussy as her friend - almost none on her cunt lips. Timmy got a great view of the guy burying his cock in her almost hairless slit. She yelled up a storm while he was fucking her and when he pulled out, shot his load all over her tits and stomach. Timmy had to rush to the bathroom for the first time. The next woman had dark hair and almost no tits. She also had the hairiest bush of any of the women, all dark and curly. Timmy almost fast forwarded through it until he started to hear what the woman was saying, "Come on, stud. Fuck my cunt...Really pound me with that big cock of yours." Timmy forgot all about fast forward and settled down to watch the nastiest woman he'd ever seen. Made some of the porno tapes, he'd seen, seem mild in comparison. For two hours this woman begged and pleaded with this guy to do anything he wanted...Fuck her in the ass...Cum in her mouth...On her face...And the guy did ! He could see her asshole hair as the guy plowed his cock in and out of her butt. The rim of her anus clinging to his cock as he dragged it out of her and then disappearing as he drove his cock back into her. Timmy could even see the guy's cum leak out of her asshole after he came. He never stopped fucking though and Timmy was confused. He stopped whacking his pud and sat back on the couch. Timmy hadn't put it together until that very moment...The pills...It dawned on him ! The pills ! The guy gives the pink pills to the women - they get hot and want to fuck. Then the guy takes the blue pill and has a hardon for a couple of hours and uses it to fuck the living shit out of...Anyone he wants to...Anyone ! Timmy's hardon had not lost one tiny bit of it's hardness - all six and a half inches. It was pretty skinny but he felt the length more than made up for it. He remembered seeing the small penis the quarterback had in the shower one day at school...Brenda made a big mistake dumping him for that "pencil dick." Timmy was still pissed about it. She was a blonde beach beauty - a year older than he was. They'd been going on and off since grammar school. Brenda's older brother was a hot surfer and used to take Timmy surfing when he was younger. That's how he got to know Brenda. He was the "stud" of the freshman class - going with a sophomore. Then came his sophomore year when the varsity quarterback asked him if he was fucking Brenda. He wasn't, but wasn't about to tell that asshole, so he made some smart-ass remark to Mr. Varsity Quarterback. The quarterback leaned over and almost whispered, "Six weeks and she'll be fucking me." Timmy looked at the guy like he was crazy. About two months later after the homecoming dance, which Timmy didn't attend, Timmy was getting a ride to school from the mother of the quarterback. They lived right down the street from the Haggerty's. Anyway, the little sister of the quarterback, tells him in the back seat of the car that her brother is "fucking the brains out of Brenda...Two...Three times a night on weekends." She caught them last week. "Brenda was sucking on his dick !" Timmy consoled himself with the fact that "Mr. Quarterback" dropped her like a hot potato just before the junior-senior prom. She was without a date and sat home. Timmy glanced up at the ceiling..."Sounds like you're pretty hot, Brenda but I'm going to make you hotter than you've ever been before..." Then Timmy got scared. What if something went wrong ? What if he was wrong about the pills ? Oh ! Fuck...I can't try these on myself. In his drugged haze, Timmy wasn't thinking too clearly but after some supreme concentration he came up with a master plan. What a genius, Timmy was !? He'd try it out on his uncle when he got here. Shit ! He was a bachelor now and Timmy was thinking of all the stories his dad told about Uncle Dale, when he was in Vietnam. Sounded like he was a real "ass bandit !" Oh ! Shit ! Then he'd have to tell him the whole thing...Unless...He could give it to his uncle and his mother and see what happens. His mother was still a good looking woman...Plus Timmy caught her in a compromising situation a couple of years ago at a pool party......It was late and most everyone had left. His dad told him to go look for his mother. Timmy was just thirteen at the time but knew enough to know that what his mother and this other guy were doing was not on the up and up. He was pretty sure the guy and his mom were fucking just because of the sounds that were coming out of the changing room. Timmy hid and watched and listened until they both came out. The guy patted his mom on her bikini covered bottom and then headed out the other door. Timmy followed the woman and confirmed that it was his mom when she got out into the light. Timmy figured that if she fucked around once...Doing it again wasn't going to make it any worse..... ***** CHAPTER SIX ***** Timmy and Dale were on their way home after taking some of Timmy's friends surfing at Camp Pendleton. Dale had improved tremendously in the last two weeks. He'd cut back on the "Jack," was ready to go every morning and although not quite up to 1965 standards, was getting there. After dropping Timmy's friends off, Timmy packed his bong and lit up. Dale looked over at him. "Oh ! Now, you're a dope smoker ?" Timmy took a big hit off the bong and squeaked out, "Aaah...Just like you're a 'Jack' drinker. I like getting buzzed...Stoned...High...Just like you did at my age. I've seen the pictures. Don't bullshit me, Dale. Even Grandma smoked with you." Timmy held out the bong. "Take a hit, Uncle Dale. It might just chill you out enough so you don't need to drink half a bottle of 'Jack' every afternoon. Jesus...It takes you half an hour to warm up before you're worth a shit in the morning." "That's old age not 'Jack,' Timmy." "And that's bullshit, Uncle Dale. Come on take a hit." Dale reached over and took a drag off the bong. A car horn brought him back to reality. Dale accelerated through the intersection. Timmy was laughing. Dale took another hit. Jesus ! This stuff was heavy duty shit. He remembered that sometimes when he was smoking "shit" back in the sixties; it'd take him a whole joint to get high. In two drags he felt more stoned than he'd ever been. The two of them burst into the kitchen, stoned as shit. Sally Haggerty, Timmy's mother - Dale's sister-in-law, was emptying the dish washer. "Well, how are the master surfers this morning ?" Dale and Timmy burst into gales of laughter and quickly left the house for the beach. They sat on the sand and just goofed at all the people setting up their umbrellas, towels and picnic baskets. It was a warm Saturday afternoon in early June and the sea haze had burned off. While the sun was not shinning brightly, it was very warm. Timmy elbowed Uncle Dale and nodded over to a couple of bikini clad teenage girls who were laying out their towels about ten feet away. "How'd you like to get into those two, Dale ?" Dale glanced over at the young ladies and started laughing. "You and I have about as much chance of getting some of that as I do of winning the Makaha Contest next year." While neither Timmy or his Uncle were bad looking, both were short, compact men. I guess you could call them the rugged out door type. Timmy's hair was much lighter than Dale's and Timmy had no where near the amount of hair on his chest as Dale did. They were handsome men but not the type to attract women right off the bat. Timmy kept staring at the young things down the beach and Dale wondered what the fuck he was doing talking about snatch with his nephew ? Jesus ! The kid was just sixteen. He wondered if Timmy had a girl friend ? Was he getting it on with her ? He let his mind wander back to Deborah all those years ago.....The love of his life. They went together all through high school and while they only fucked once - they were both afraid of her getting pregnant - they did just about everything else. Dale would eat her for hours at the drive-in or while they were parked at their favorite spot. Deborah loved to suck his cock and after being driven wild by his active tongue in her snatch, would suck his dick like a wild woman and usually swallowed every drop of cum he had. While Dale stayed on the West Coast for his college years, Deborah moved back East and attended an Ivy League School. He went to visit her during Spring Break that first year and that's when it ended. She had moved out of the dorm and was living with two other girls and a couple of guys. She'd gone hippie...And while Dale didn't mind smoking a little weed now and then, he thought the whole hippie scene was a bit phony - all the clothes and other shit that went along with drugs back then, just wasn't his "bag." He was interested in flying airplanes and the only way he was going to get to do that was join the military. Deborah's friends laughed at him and told him he was fucked up in the head. Dale didn't agree with them and argued a lot with the two guys who were living with Deborah and her roommates. Deborah didn't appear to care one way or the other, probably because she was so stoned most of the time. One afternoon after going to lunch, by himself, he returned to the house and happened on to one of the guys coming out of Deborah's room. He was shirtless and zipping up his jeans. The guy quickly slipped down the hall after saying, "Thanks, Deb." Dale stood in the doorway and found Deborah still in bed. "What did he say ?" Deborah just gazed at him through blood shot, drug hazed eyes and blurted out, "Dale, honey, I'm on the pill...Want to jump in the shower and do it ?" She was nude and slowly got out of bed. Dale could see her dark pubic hair was matted with, what he was sure was, semen. She stood before him in all her naked beauty and put her hands up on top of her head. Her breasts were thrust out at him - huge melons of ripe flesh, topped with large dark areolae and nipples that had hardened in the cold air. Her thighs glistened just below her thick, dark pubic "V." Dale's blood rushed through his veins, hot and fast. He could feel his pulse quicken and felt like there was a tight band around his forehead. He knew if he stayed any longer, he'd probably kill the guy who just left her room. He took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the room, out of the house and out of Deborah Dune's life forever. Dale fell back on the warm sand and gazed up at the sky. He wondered what brought Deborah back into his thoughts ? Maybe, the dope ? He hadn't thought of her in decades. Wonder where she is ? What's she doing ? Dale fell asleep on the warm sand. Timmy was positive Dale was interested in the young ladies. Shit ! Who wouldn't be ? They were hot little pieces of ass and if everything went according to plan - Timmy would have more than he could handle. He laughed, fell back onto the sand and started soaking up rays. ***** CHAPTER SEVEN ***** Timmy was nervous. He was pacing his room. His father had left, just as he figured he would, to attend a convention in San Francisco. In fact, he left yesterday afternoon. Timmy had been going to put his plan into action last night but chickened out. Tonight was the night ! It was a little after five and his mother and uncle were out on the patio having a cocktail. Timmy wandered out and offered to get them another drink. They both held out their glasses. He was back in a few minutes and told them he was going out, to "just hang out" for a while. He'd be home early. They both bid him good-by and off he went. He drove down to the super market, parked the car and hot footed it back home. As he was sneaking into the house, he broke into a cold sweat. Fuck ! How was he going to know if it was working ? Yo ! Timmy...They'll start fucking like rabbits, you stupid shit ! He hid out in his room and waited for the action to start. Meanwhile back out on the patio. "...didn't know better I would have thought you and Timmy were stoned this morning when you got back from surfing." Dale wondered what changed the subject. They had been talking about what plans Dale had for himself. Dale was just as uncomfortable with that subject as he was with her question about dope. "Well...Sally...you did know better." She stared at him, her eyes wide. He mouth came open but she didn't say anything. "You really didn't know Timmy was smoking the magic weed ? He even left me a little for tonight...Listen to this, Sally. 'You know if mom becomes too boring.'" Sally finally said something, "Well, his father and I suspected that he'd dabbled in it a little. After all the three of us weren't very shy about using it 'way back when' and we turned out ok." "Shit ! Sally, I only had a couple of drags off this thing he calls a bong and I was more stoned than I ever remember being 'way back when.' You know how much this shit costs now a days. Timmy said he could get me some. He told me it was $50 for a quarter. I thought he was talking about a quarter pound...Thinking that prices had really come down since I was a kid...But no it's $50 for a quarter ounce." "Timmy really gave you some ?" "Yea...Why ? You want to get stoned ? Timmy gave me his back up bong, 'just in case.'" "Yea ! Why not...It might stop 'mom' from becoming too boring." The two of them laughed and Dale got up to get the bong from his room. Timmy was really sweating when he heard Dale walk down the hall. Shit ! They should be fucking like rabbits by now but Dale is wandering around the house and he had no idea where his mother was. Timmy was scared shitless as he headed for his closet to hide, changed his mind and intercepted his uncle as he walked back down the hall to the patio. "Timmy...What !? I thought you were going out ? Dale asked him, some what embarrassed to have his nephew catch him with the dope and bong in his hand. If Timmy noticed, he didn't say a word about it. "Uncle Dale...I've got to talk to you...Aaah...I put something in your drinks that's going to make you and mom fuck like rabbits. I'm sorry...I was thinking...Oh ! Shit ! I don't know what I was thinking." Dale looked at him and laughed. "Hey ! Your mom's a good looking lady. I'm sure we'll have a great time...And if you have any more of that shit, I could probably use it. I'm not too good at picking up ladies. You still going out ?" Timmy just nodded and looked at his uncle a little strangely. This must be a joke - right ? Maybe, Dale'd already had a couple of hits off the bong ? On the other hand, Dale was sure the kid had been smoking a little too much of the magic weed...Something that was going to make Sally and him fuck like rabbits !? He continued on down the hall to the patio. Timmy stayed in his room for ten minutes. Then he tip-toed down the hall and peaked around the corner into the den. He could see them out on the patio, passing the bong back and forth. Oh ! Fuck ! Why did he give Dale the dope ? That might really fuck them up with the stuff he put in their drinks. He looked again and saw that they'd hardly touched their drinks. He wondered if his uncle would talk to his mother about meeting him in the hall and...all the rest. Oh ! Jesus, he was embarrassed. This was all fucked up ! Sally started feeling flushed and kept having to wipe perspiration from her upper lip. Dale was giggling at something she said but she couldn't remember what she said. She started laughing. Oh ! God ! Dale was right this shit is really good. Wow ! She was so stoned. Dale said something about this weed and the drinks were supposed to be aphro...des...eacks...Or something like that. Timmy told him that. She laughed like crazy thinking her son was much too young to be getting involved with sex. He was her little boy. She couldn't keep her legs still, kept opening and closing her knees. Her mind was far away...Thinking about that pool party three years ago..... She hardly remembered meeting Victor. He was a friend of somebody's. She never quite figured out who. She'd been drinking all afternoon and had a real good buzz on. The party had thinned out and it was dark when she wandered back to the changing room to slip into her shift. She remembered Victor seemed to appear out of no where. At the time she wondered if he had followed her but discounted that immediately as she was at least six or seven years older than he was and that was giving her the benefit of the doubt. They chatted for a few minutes about how great the party was. He was still in his trunks and she was still in her bikini, well maybe not a bikini but a two piece just the same. Victor reached out and ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder. She remembered looking at his hand as it rested on her bare shoulder. When she looked back at him, he kissed her. She could feel his tongue against her lips and teeth. She opened her mouth and it invaded her mouth searching for her's. The kiss lasted a long time and they were both breathless when it ended. "I don't think we need to be caught out here ?" He laughed and guided her into the changing room. She couldn't believe it - one kiss and she was more turned on than she'd been since she'd been in college when she first met her husband. Her erect nipples were rubbing against her top and her vagina felt swollen and damp. He kissed her again in the changing room. His hands were running up and down her sides but he didn't touch her breasts. He pressed up against her and she could feel his swollen member in his trunks. Sally felt her bottoms being dragged down her thighs and now his hands were on her bare ass. She was up against the wall - behind her, his hands were kneading her ass cheeks - in front of her, she felt his hard penis grinding against her lower belly and pubic hair. He slid to the right just a bit and now he had a hand in her pubic hair, running a finger between the lips of her vagina. She came, shuddering against his hand. She came again when he slid a finger into her and this time it seemed to last for minutes. They were still kissing and she needed more air. He broke the kiss and turned her to face the wall. She felt her bottoms being dragged down to her feet and stepped out of them. When he stood behind her she felt his naked, hard cock slide up and down the crack of her ass. He whispered to her, "You've got the greatest looking behind I've ever seen." He started biting her neck and shoulder while his hard penis found it's way into her pubic hair from behind and started to poke against her vagina. When the head of Victor's cock parted her lips and slid a bit inside her, she moaned loudly and thrust her ass back toward his invading penis. Victor thrust forward and filled her with his manhood. Sally dropped a hand to her mouth and bit it to keep quiet. She cradled her forehead with her other arm and Victor started to move in her. Slowly at first...Then faster. His hands came off her hips because she was moving with him, thrusting her ass back as he thrust himself into her. He pushed the cups up off her breasts and pinched and twisted her pebble, hard nipples. She was very wet, almost sloppy. Sally usually didn't get very wet during the sex act. It must be because this was so illicit...So nasty...So fucking good ! She started to cum, biting her hand harder and kept cuming as he filled her to over flowing. His cum was dribbling out of her. She could feel it roll down the inside of her thighs. He was still thrusting in and out of her and biting her shoulder. When he snaked his tongue up to her neck and frenched her ear, she came again. Sally could hear a squishy noise and finally realized that it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding in and out of her. A soft "plop...plop...plop" sound was almost drowned out by the squishy noise - his stomach bouncing off her plump behind. Victor finally stopped thrusting, long after he came in her. He clung to her for a longer period, still licking and biting her neck and shoulder. Sally had several more small orgasms before he slipped out of her. He helped her on with her bottoms and in the process kissed each cheek of her ass. He promised to call her when he was next in town but Sally didn't believe that for a minute. Two weeks later, she damn near came when he called and couldn't answer fast enough when he asked her to come down and spend the afternoon with him in San Diego. She was so scared when they entered the motel room but twenty minutes later was naked with his head buried between her legs. Victor was eating her like she'd never been eaten before. He rotated his body and rolled to his back, bringing her with him. She was now on all fours above him and didn't need coaxing to gobble up his hard cock. She blew him like she had never blown anyone before - licking and sucking, using her teeth, on his cock and his balls and was so surprised when he came in her mouth that she just kept on sucking until she swallowed most of his load. The affair lasted almost two years. Once or twice a month, Victor would call and they'd spend the afternoon quenching each other's thirst. Victor was a co-pilot for one of those discount air carriers and would bid on the trips to San Diego just to see Sally. The affair would probably still be going on today if Victor hadn't tried to talk her into joining him and a stewardess up in San Francisco. Sally told him San Francisco was too far away but really it was the threesome thing. She didn't want to share him..... -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 5.5.3a iQCVAwUBNglqRZo9y+4wL+b1AQELbgP9GWIyXgqFt6qcYd0pn0DW2jNMtTb+JyNj u91lgUu7jP3L0F7EFBg3k6gHk2rMJn1KSmThRMtVBr50Qq/IczF6P/KzfSFt9xW6 FJufAw0mJcqtFMQswgPcDuNcgogjv8/Z2AmI1vwDA70MZeYmZ3rE4b12cTLHXM6c HpsAIC70yk0= =Nnma -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- Frederick T. hangten "You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961 "Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember..... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----