Message-ID: <15857eli$9810030527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten Subject: "If Candy is Dandy....."(MF mF Spanish Fly)[3/11] 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: <199810021259.FAA28183@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 Three (MF mF Spanish Fly) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER EIGHT ***** Sally was horny as shit. It had been almost a year since she met Victor for their last tryst. She looked over at Dale and saw him firing up the bong again. He handed it to her and she took a drag. She smiled at him and Dale smiled back. She then realized that she was still opening and closing her knees. She tried to stop them but didn't seem to be able to send the command to her leg muscles. Jesus ! This was good pot ! Dale noticed the goofy look on Sally's face but had his own problems to contend with. He had a monster hardon in his shorts and was trying to will it away. He kept watching her eyes to make sure she didn't notice. Oh ! Jesus, was this a reltne (you know, the kind of hardon that draws all the blood from your brain and then you pass out) ! God, he wished he was back in Las Vegas with Shelly instead of here with his sister-in-law. He looked over at her and wondered why she kept opening and closing her knees. The fact that Timmy told him what was going to happen, when they met in the hall, never crossed his mind. Timmy was going ape shit. He was positive the stuff he put in their drinks was bullshit - a fucking joke. He was pissed but relieved and wandered out the front door to go "hang out" for a while. Timmy left too soon ! Sally couldn't find a comfortable position. She kept moving around on the lawn chair and was sure Dale must think she was having some problem. She looked over at him and noticed him rearranging his penis in his pants. She quickly looked away when he looked up at her. Did he see her looking at his crotch ? She was unsure - but one thing she was positive of; her brother-in-law had a big, big boner in his shorts. She wiped her upper lip again, then quickly excused herself and rushed to her room. Sally had to concentrate very hard not to jump on the bed, tear her shorts off and finger her brains out. She couldn't ever remember being so horny even when she was expecting a visit from Victor. Dale knew she saw his hardon. He watched her leave the patio. Really he was watching her cute butt sashay into the house. He'd always thought Sally had a terrific looking ass and had often thought about what it would look like naked. As soon as she left the patio, he got up and tried to find a comfortable position for his hardon. Jesus ! He was as hard as rock. He could even feel heat radiating off his boner through his shorts. Sally decided to dress for bed and once she made excuses to Dale, finger herself to a hundred or so orgasms until she fell asleep. She stripped off her shorts and blouse and put on her night shirt. It was a mid-thigh length, sleeveless "T" shirt with real big arm holes. From the sides her breasts were clearly visible. She wandered out into the den. Dale was still out on the patio and the stereo was on. She walked to the door and put her arms up on the door frame. Dale was in full profile and now there was no doubt in her mind...Her brother-in-law had one big, hard cock in his pants. Every few seconds, Dale would move his boner one way or the other, like it was bothering him. She had planned on saying something but was now just staring at Dale's hardon. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was she wanted to say. All thoughts of saying anything vanished. Dale felt he was being watched and turned toward the door way. There was Sally standing in the door way. The light, behind her, made it almost appear she was naked. He could clearly see the swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips. His boner throbbed in his pants and then he noticed that she was staring at his crotch. God ! Was he embarrassed ?! Sally giggled and then blurted out, "Wana dance, stranger ?" She was curious to see if that bulge in his pants was as big as it looked. Dale choked out, "Dance...?" "Yea, come on, Dale. You're the one who turned on the music." Dale was real stoned and vaguely remembered turning on the stereo, hoping that going about...doing things normally would make his hardon disappear. It hadn't and Sally was still looking at his crotch. He took a tentative step toward her and she moved toward him. They met about three feet out on the patio and when they touched, it was like electricity arced between them. Sally put her hands on Dale's shoulders and Dale put his hands on Sally's waist. They now both had their eyes locked on each other and started to sway to the music. It was some old Beach Boy's stuff or maybe Jan & Dean. Sally was anxious to rub up against him to see if that bulge in his shorts was all penis, although she got a real charge out of calling Victor's a "cock." God, did that turn him on ! Dale was concentrating on keeping as far away from her as possible and in the process of doing that let his hands slide down to the slope of her hips. He was sure she wasn't wearing a thing under the night shirt and wondered why she dressed this way. As soon as his hands touched her hips, Sally stepped closer to him and his hard, bowed cock came in contact with her belly. She could almost feel the warmth through their clothes, because neither one of them was wearing much. Dale was wishing he'd worn underwear. Sally couldn't believe the hard lump just touching her stomach was Dale's cock and moved closer. Dale was holding back, trying not to grind his cock against her stomach but was losing the battle. He buried his face in her neck, grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and ground his cock against her. "Oooh...God...Sally." He croaked. Sally tightened her hold around his neck and, on her tip-toes, tried to get that hard bulge grinding against her lower belly, which was churning like a mixmaster. It was all down hill from there. Dale's hands quickly found her bare butt and started to knead her firm ass and Sally started grinding her lower belly into one of the biggest cocks she'd ever felt pressed up against her. Dale was biting her neck and shoulder. Sally was audibly moaning. She slipped a hand in between them and captured his hard phallus. Dale's cock jerked in her hand. She squeezed it real hard and Dale damn near blew a load in his shorts. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and walked them both into the den...Right to the couch, where he lowered her to the cushions. Sally sat and stared at the bulge in his pants while Dale reached down and began to pull his shorts off. "Dale...Let me...Please. I want to touch and feel your...cock." At the mention of the word, Dale's penis lurched in his shorts and Sally reached out and slowly pulled them down until his hard dick boomeranged back against his stomach. Dale was pulling his shirt off and didn't see the expression on her face but it was priceless. Sally sucked in her breath, pulled her night shirt off over her head and started to get to her knees on the couch with her butt facing him. She was ready; had been since he kneaded her bare ass. Her cunt was drooling lubrication. "Now...Dale...I need it now !" She was almost screaming. Dale dropped to his knees and wrestled her back around so that she was sitting on the couch. Her breasts, about apple size, were covered with goose bumps, the areolae and nipples swollen with her desire. They were a dark brown, almost a coral color and poked out from her breast meat like bottle caps. Dale leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth. He wanted to make this last. As long as he was going to be fucking his brother's wife...Oh ! God ! His brother's wife - his sister-in-law - Jesus ! What the fuck was he doing ? Well, it wouldn't last long. As soon as he got into her, he'd cum quickly and then it would be over. He couldn't ever remember being this turned on...even way back when...when he and Deborah were exploring the wonderful sensations of sex for the first time. His mouth was on her stomach, his tongue wiggling around in her navel. Her hands were guiding him, really pushing him lower. He wanted to taste her. Lick her pussy...Get her off before he disappointed her with his lack of staying power. Her could feel her wiry pubic hair against his chin and then had a tongue in it and she was chanting, "Yes...Dale...Yes...Eat my cunt...Eat me, Dale...Do it...Now !" His tongue wormed it's way into the folds of her cunt and she was screaming and yelling that she was cuming. She was sloppy wet. Dale couldn't ever remember a woman with so much juice running out of her pussy as he ate her. His tongue explored all of her. Her labia, chewing and sucking on them. Her cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her until she was pulling on his hair so hard it hurt. And finally her clit, sucking and nibbling on it until she started screaming, "Fuck me, Dale...Now, Dale...Fuck me...Now...Now...Now !" Sally was hotter than the proverbial fire-cracker. She knew she was hurting him as she tried to pull his face out of her crotch. His tongue was driving her crazy. She was so hot to fuck that she'd probably fuck just about anything...And then Dale was up and starting to mount her. She pushed him away and twisted over so that her ass was facing him and got to her knees on the couch. The glance she got of Dale's cock drove her wild. His penis curved up out of a jungle of dark pubic hair in a large arch with the head of his dick poking right into his stomach just above where his pubic hair got real dark and thick. "Come on, Dale...Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me until I can't walk. Come on, Dale...Now...Fuck...Dale...Fuck me !" She was screaming and if Timmy was still in the house, I have no doubt that he'd be on the way to the shower to lose his load. Dale mounted the couch with one knee and holding her hip in one hand, lowered his cock until the head was just grazing her swollen, lightly hair covered cunt. When the head of his cock eased into her, he immediately grabbed her by both hips and started to fuck the living shit out of his sister-in-law. Sally started cuming as soon as he bottomed out in her and in just a few strokes Dale's semen rushed out of his cock and flooded her womb. He kept fucking, hoping to get her off again. It was a few seconds before he realized that his penis wasn't getting soft. It was still hard as stone and he was still fucking her like a mad man and she was still cuming, pushing her butt back against his thrusts. Squishy noises filled the room and Dale could hear the slapping of his belly against her up turned ass cheeks. He threw his head back and started cuming again. The second orgasm was just as intense as the first and still he kept fucking her. The dope disoriented her. Sally was sure he had cum but he was still fucking her with a very big, hard cock and she wasn't about to stop thrusting back at him. It felt so fucking good. It seemed he'd been fucking her for hours. She felt his cock spew some more semen into her, could feel it leak out of her. She started to cum again and was some what disappointed that Dale had pulled his cock out of her. She looked back at him and saw him staring down at his cock, covered with the slickness of two orgasms plus whatever she had contributed to the mess...And he was still hard. His dark pubic hair was matted with white spunk. Sally was amazed that he was still hard. It seemed like he'd been fucking her for ever but that was probably the dope. Dale looked up at her. Really he was looking at her ass and her red, swollen cunt lips, still oozing semen and other fluids. "Dale...don't stop !" She still had that goofy look on her face. "I can't go on...My thighs are killing me...burning, like I've just run a marathon...Got to rest." He was panting like he had just run a marathon ! Sally smiled and said, "I can take care of that. Lie down." Dale laid on the carpet and Sally leaned off the couch and captured his cum soaked cock between her lips and started to suck him. In the first second, Dale began to thrust his hips up to meet the hungry lips that were devouring him and shortly blew the top of her head off with a blast of spunk that was the rival of the first two. Sally couldn't swallow it all and some of it splattered onto his stomach. Dale leaned up on one elbow, grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. It had been over twenty-five years since he'd kissed a woman who had just blown him. ***** CHAPTER NINE ***** That didn't end the fucking and sucking though as the two of them went to shower and ended up in the big queen size bed in his brother and Sally's room. They finally exhausted themselves a little over two hours after their orgy of lust began. The magic weed had worn off and the magic pill...? Timmy entered the house and found all the lights still on. He saw his mother's night shirt and his uncle's clothes on the floor in the den. His pulse quickened as he wandered out to the patio and inspected the drinks, he spiked earlier. Neither one appeared to have been touched. He slowly made his way down the hall. His parent's room door was open and there, on the bed, was his mother curled up into a ball, naked as a jay bird. His uncle was no where to be found. His uncle's bedroom door was closed. "They had to have..." Timmy thought. "...no other reason for their clothes to be all over the den." He kicked himself for not sticking around. "Damn it !" He had no clue whether the pills worked or not. While lying in bed, he let his mind wander. "Even if he'd watched them, he couldn't be sure since they drank so little of their drinks...Back to square one." The next morning when Timmy woke him up, his uncle acted no differently. Although, Dale appeared a little slow catching the first couple of waves, Timmy chalked that up to the dope he gave him yesterday. Timmy watched his mother and uncle closely when they returned home but could discern no difference in their behavior towards each other. Just the opposite they hardly spoke to each other. Timmy was discouraged and told them he was going to the beach for the rest of the day, "...you want to come, Uncle Dale ?" Dale shook his head "no" and didn't even raise his head from the editorial page of the L.A. Times. He had read and re-read the same paragraph three times now and still wasn't sure what it said. He couldn't stop thinking about last night and the orgy of sex he shared with his sister-in-law. The couple of times he'd glanced at her, she had smiled at him but he was unable to hold eye contact with her. She didn't appear pissed off...Maybe, she was so drunk or stoned she didn't remember. He blew that thought off as he remembered the last time they had intercourse. She was on top of him, riding him like a pony, totally out of her mind with lust. She finally rolled away from him and breathlessly sighed, "Oh ! Dale...No one has ever made me this sore. I can't believe you're still hard...Are you superman ?" He remembered he said something stupid and they both laughed. Dale excused himself from the breakfast table and went to shower. Sally snuck down the hall and entered the bathroom Dale was using. After entering she just leaned against the closed door and watched his silhouette move about in the shower. Dale thought he heard someone enter the bathroom and pulled the curtain aside. Sally smiled at him and dropped her robe to the ground. "Sally ! What are...We..." Sally put her finger to her lips and stepped toward the shower stall. Her nipples were taunt with her excitement. She had never been so excited or so satisfied by a man as she had been the evening before. So as long as he was living in her house, she had no intention of letting an opportunity like this pass by. She took the soap out of his hand and began to lather up his hair covered chest, all the while watching his dangling cock. It hardly looked like the hard sexual instrument he had used on her last night but was showing signs of life. When Dale tried to protest again, she covered his lips with hers, dropped the soap and rubbed her chest against the dark thatch that grew on her brother-in-law's chest. Dale was beside himself, confused. He knew he should stop her but the sight of her had already started to stiffen his dick and now their soapy bodies rubbing together was bringing him to a full state of arousal. His cock was sore from all the exercise it got last night. Her tongue was roaming around inside his mouth and his hands started to knead her compact ass. Sally knew she couldn't fuck him again. She was too damn sore from last night but she wanted to keep this man coming back for more; so dropped to her knees, rinsed off his hardon and slid half of it into her mouth. She kept her eyes open and watched the look on her brother-in-law's face change from shock and annoyance to pure lust in just a few seconds. Again she was amazed at the curved bow-like shape that his cock formed when it was hard and used her tongue on the underside right below his dick head. Dale's head moved back until he was resting it on the shower wall and his moaning increased until it was a dull roar and easily heard above the noise of the shower. Dale couldn't help himself and started thrusting his hips to meet the warm, wet mouth that had captured his cock. His hands which just seconds ago were filled with her firm, padded ass now found her head and held it still while he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. He could feel his orgasm build up in his balls and knew that in just a minute or so he was going to fill her mouth with his warm, gooey spunk. Timmy walked in through the garage door, surprised to see that no one was around. As he walked down the hall, he wondered where they had gone. Then he heard his uncle cry out as he came in Sally's mouth. He froze for just a second and then moved quickly to the bathroom door. It was closed but the sounds coming from beyond were clearly audible. Sally knew he was going to cum. She could feel him increase the speed of his thrusting and the grip on her head was firmer. Victor had never fucked her mouth like this, preferring her to do the work to bring him off. This was different, exciting, and was turning her on like crazy. She had one of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock so he wouldn't choke her; the other was sliding up and down the lips of her vagina stimulating her clitoris. If he didn't get off soon she might even cum. As soon as that thought registered in her brain, Dale loosened a spurt of semen into her mouth. The second spurt was close behind but was nothing like the load he drowned her with when she blew him leaning off the couch last night. She swallowed and easily accepted the third spurt of his orgasm. His cock immediately started to shrink and she remembered last night when he never got soft - well, not until he'd fucked her raw, anyway. She kept him in her mouth until he was limp as a noodle and then slid up his body and kissed him, forcing some of Dale's semen into his mouth. She broke the kiss and giggled, "What happened to superman, Dale ?" Timmy clearly heard her question and convinced himself that the pills did indeed work. Why else would they be in the shower together ? Obviously they were having sex. He wondered if they were fucking ? "Dale...I'm just about there...How about returning the favor, lover ?" Dale was shocked by her request but she had been the aggressor the entire time. He was almost powerless to stop her and wasn't sure he wanted to. Last night had been heaven. He hadn't fucked like that since the cat houses in Saigon and Angeles City. Sally was smiling up at him and running her hands through the damp hair on his chest. She wanted to be eaten...Well, Dale Haggerty was a cunt lapper supreme and his sister-in-law was going to cum until her legs gave out. He turned her to the wall, fell to his knees and buried his mouth between the cheeks of her gorgeous ass and started licking. The first "Ooooh" came quickly and her orgasm followed in just a few minutes, followed by another and then another. Outside, in the hall, Timmy had a ragging hardon. Was convinced that the pills worked and rushed to his parent's bathroom to relieve a little of the pressure. Sally and Dale didn't leave the other bathroom for over an hour but by then Timmy was back at the beach trying to decide who he wanted to fuck first. ***** CHAPTER TEN ***** Timmy had a problem. As he lay on the beach, about a dozen names came to mind - Girls - he wanted to fuck. In a very short time he, he was sure, he'd be turning some down. He'd have to narrow it down to some real hot ones - girls who'd never go out with him. To see if it really worked ! Yea ! That's the plan. "Oh ! Fuck...what do I do...just walk up to these girls and offer to buy them a coke ?" Timmy was stumped and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure it out. He was still thinking about his problem as he drove by "Mr. Quarterback's" house on his way home. He remembered the guy's little sister's bragging about how many times her brother fucked his old girl friend. The little cunt enjoyed it...Making him feel about six inches tall. Fuck her...Timmy's brain exploded with a vision of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth...And then he pulls out his cock and cums on her face. He's in idle as the car slides to a stop right across the street from her house. He's out of the car and ringing the front door bell. "Fuck ! What am I doing here ?" Helen Thompson wandered to the door. She wondered who could be bothering her at this time on a Sunday afternoon. She peaked through the blinds in the front room and found Timmy Haggerty standing on the porch. Helen closed the blinds and thought, "Probably here to sell my daughter some of his dope. I ought to turn the little fucker in." She laughed...The kid probably has to resort to dope because he's such as loser...A surfer...Everybody knows those fuckers are worthless. She went to answer the door. "Aaaahh...Hi ! Mrs. Thompson...Is...Is Sherry here ?" Mrs. Thompson was a bleached blonde. Timmy was sure of that because although her hair was a bright yellow blonde, her eyebrows were black. She also had the biggest tits. She was wearing a house coat and Timmy could see she was wearing a bra and panties underneath the coat - it was that thin. "No...Can I do anything for you, Timmy ?" She did think Timmy had about the best tan in the world. He looked like a bronzed warrior. What was she thinking ? Her son was the warrior - a football player. Timmy was a surfer. Timmy was thinking. "Yea ! Mrs. "T," you can polish my knob with your tits, honey, and then I'll fuck the shit out of you." He almost started laughing. "My daughter said that you could leave what ever it is you have for her...with me. She'll pay you later." Timmy looked at her like she was crazy. Shit ! The lady thinks I'm here to sell her daughter dope. Well...Well...Well. "Aaaah...Mrs. Thompson...You sure Sherry wants me to leave...What I've got for her...With you ? I think I better come inside...Maybe...We should talk about this a little more." Helen backed away from the door and Timmy entered the house. The pills were burning a hole in his pocket. He was so sure of scoring, he'd put one in each pocket of his shorts. Helen led him to the kitchen. She wasn't sure why she said that. She'd missed out on the sixties...Already out of college and working. Working people didn't have time to carry signs, protest or do drugs. She always wondered what being stoned was like ? Maybe...She could talk Timmy into leaving some and she'd find out. Timmy sat right at the kitchen table and Helen leaned against the refrigerator. Timmy drummed his fingers on the table top. "Yea ! Sure, Mrs. "T." I leave the bud with you and you smoke it all and then Sherry thinks I screwed...I mean...ripped her off...Aaah...I don't think so. My parents and uncle fooled around with it when they were younger...I know all about you sixties love children." "Timmy...Timmy...Timmy. I'm not going to smoke it." And what was bud...She had no idea ? "I've never done it. Wouldn't know what to do !" Suddenly Timmy was playing with his pipe instead of drumming the table top. Helen just stared at it. "Mrs. 'T,' how about getting us a coke or something. This stuff makes you real thirsty." She turned to the refrigerator and started rummaging around inside. Timmy had a baggie of dope out on the table when she turned with a can of coke. She got two glasses and filled them with ice. When she bent over to put them on the table, her house coat fell open. The deep cleavage of her breasts, framed by her white bra, was clearly visible and Timmy took full advantage of the tit shot. He quickly got back to packing the bong before she rose. Helen filled the glasses and Timmy lit the bong. Round and round it went. Helen kept asking him what would happen. Timmy told her to drink her coke. These things take time. She took a sip of coke and then asked him again when it would happen. He laughed to himself; first it was what, now it was when. "Drink some more of that coke, Helen, then we're going to get those big tits of yours out and I'm going to play with them for a while...A long fucking while !" Timmy thought to himself. Helen was talking about having to go to the store this morning...Sometime. Timmy blurted out, "Aaahh...Mrs. 'T,' I put some stuff in the drink that's going to make you want to show me your tits." He laughed real loud and Helen was wondering what he'd said. Something about her breasts...? She looked down at her chest and saw that not only were half of her breasts exposed, she was showing this young kid an awful lot of thigh. She rearranged her robe and looked up to find Timmy staring at her. A few moments later, she wiped her upper lip for the first time. Timmy's cock was rock hard in his jeans. He was convinced the shit worked. He'd never had a boner like this. "Ready to show me your tits, Helen ?" He laughed again. Helen looked over at him with a real goofy look on her face. She couldn't believe what she heard. She opened her mouth to say something and then started laughing like crazy. One of her large, bra covered tits had separated from her house coat and was visible to his gaze. Timmy stared at it - This was fucking too much...Fucking great ! Timmy started stroking his cock. She gave him another real goofy look as Timmy got out of his chair and came toward her. The lump in his pants was prominent. His right hand moved up and down the shaft. God ! He looked as big as her husband and the kid was only sixteen. Helen rotated her head as he passed her to stand behind her. He had his hands in her hair, rubbing his cock against the back of her head and neck. He was as hard as stone. His hands were pulling her robe down her arms. Her bra covered tits were now totally visible. His hands were on them and she felt bound to the chair. Her bra straps were lowered and now he was pulling the cups off her tits. "You've got a nice set of tits, Mrs. 'T.'" Timmy's hands looked small as they kneaded her pendulous breasts, large pear shaped melons with a dark brown areolae about the size of silver dollars - the nipples about the size of dimes. The areolae were all crinkly and the nipples must have stuck out almost an inch. Timmy pinched one and she moaned. His cock was so hard it hurt. He was scared. He'd never got this far with anyone. He pushed her forward and struggled with her bra clasp. Helen was so turned on she couldn't believe it. Here she was being mauled by a sixteen year old kid and the kid couldn't get her bra off. He was a virgin ! Helen's breasts were swollen and sensitive. She could tell her nipples were hard. The table top was cool to her cheek as Timmy fumbled with her bra. The bra came undone and now he was rubbing her back. She sat back up and looked over her shoulder. Timmy was rubbing her shoulders. His hard cock, now out of his jeans, was just inches from her face. She quickly looked forward. One of his hands was in her hair, the other was on her right breast. He had her nipple and was pinching it lightly. Her mouth hung open and she wondered why her husband didn't make her feel this way anymore. "Suck it...Helen...suck it dry, baby." The pressure on her hair turned her face so that it was once again facing his long, hard cock. Timmy was standing at her side. No where near as fat as her husband's but a good inch or two longer and made her son's look like a vienna sausage. The head was against her lips and without thinking, Helen wrapped her lips around the head of Timmy's dick. He moaned real loud and pulled his dick out of her mouth. He pulled the chair around toward him and stepped between Helen's knees. With one hand on her tit and the other behind her head, Timmy guided her lips to his straining cock. Her lips went around it again and Timmy forced about three-quarters of his meat into her mouth. Helen gagged and pushed him away. No way she could take that for long. Timmy pulled her back to his cock and she started licking it. "Suck it...Helen. Suck it, baby. I want to cum in your mouth...Come on, now...suck it !" Her lips went around his cock and now he had both hands in her hair. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and now had only about two or three inches of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was dry from the dope. She licked him a bit and then swallowed a little more. She took a drink of coke and then gobbled him down, using her tongue on the underside of his cock. She could feel his cock quiver in her mouth and then it was flooded with Timmy's first spurt of cum. A gusher, to be sure ! The second spurt was quick to follow and cum started seeping out of Helen's mouth like the beginning of a dam leak. She pushed him away but as his cock came out of her mouth, loosened it's third shot. The load splattered against her right cheek and dribbled down and on to her breast. Timmy's cock was just inches from her face and still hard as a rock. She couldn't believe it. Timmy was on cloud nine ! He'd never shot a load like that. There was lots of it around Helen's mouth and the part that dribbled down on to her tit - - what a turn-on. He leaned forward and undid the sash at her waist and then started pulling down her panties. Helen helped him. She was hotter than hell and didn't give a second thought to the fact that Timmy was only sixteen - just a little older than her daughter. She could hardly wait until her daughter started bringing home dates. Maybe ?? Timmy was lifting her and turning her toward the table. Her robe fell to the floor and Timmy yanked her panties off. She had her back to him and then he was pushing her down on the table top. His hand was between the cheeks of her ass. He was running a finger up and down the very hairy lips of her vagina and Helen was in heat. "Come on...Timmy...don't tease me." Timmy's cock was still like steel. He was mesmerized by the first pussy he'd ever really seen, in person...like. Timmy traced her slit with his finger, then dropped to his knees and spread the cheeks of her ass apart. Some of the hair of her bush parted and Timmy could see her pink lips among the dark curls. He wet a finger and reamed it into her. She was wet inside and as he fingered her, she became wetter. He licked her ass while he fingered her. "Oooooh ! Ooooooh ! Lick my pussy...Please, Timmy...Please !" Timmy's tongue had a mind of its own and was half way there. She had lots of hair between her legs, some even growing on the inside of her thighs. He tasted pink. And then tasted again. Timmy buried his tongue in Helen Thompson at about three-thirty on a Saturday afternoon, about one minute later Helen had the orgasm of a life time. It started when Timmy, after about less than thirty seconds between her legs, rose up and drove his hard cock right into her cunt - all the way in...in one thrust. He started fucking as soon as he bottomed out and shot his first load in less than twenty strokes. Helen's cunt started leaking his jizzim, his cock was slippery with it and he was fucking her faster than before. Just fucking the shit out of her. Helen was screaming and yelling like a whore. "Oh...Oooooh...Come on, stud...Fuck me hard...harder, stud" Timmy was ecstatic, really pounding it to her ass. Her butt cheeks were moving around like jello. He was getting ready to cum again and still had no desire to stop. He kept pounding and Helen kept cuming, about every two or three minutes. Timmy finally stopped pumping in and out of her because he blacked out during his last orgasm. He found himself on the floor looking up at the constant dribble of semen that was running out of Helen's spread and swollen labia. It made a plopping sound as it hit the kitchen floor. ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN ***** Timmy was still hard when he left the Thompson's that afternoon. He left Helen bent over the kitchen table, her cunt still leaking his jizzim. She had blown him a second time and then Timmy bent her over the table again and fucked her in the cunt until it was swollen and raw. His cock felt the same way and the next morning when he was putting on his wetsuit, noticed his cock looked like it had been through a meat grinder. He was sore as shit. After surfing with Dale, he ate breakfast with his mom and uncle. His father had arrived home last night but already left for work. He again tried to detect a change in their relationship but couldn't. Timmy left the house a short time later; blew off work and headed to the beach. He laughed ! He'd dropped a pill in each of their coffees. What the fuck ! Dale was beginning to get a hardon at the kitchen table. He'd never - just get a hardon. He wasn't even thinking about sex. This was fucking strange. He looked furtively at Sally. She had just returned from the living room. "Wanted to make sure he really left." She said as she stood across from the table and dropped her robe. "Let's go shower, Dale." Dale was rooted to the chair. Sally walked around the table and started to lift his "T" shirt off over his head. Dale was powerless to stop her. He knew his cock was controlling him. He got out of the chair and sat Sally down in it. His cock was like a rib in his trunks. Sally fiddled with the string and ripped open the velcro. Dale's cock sprang out of his trunks and hit her right in the cheek. "Oooohh...Dale...You're like you were Saturday night." Her hands were wrapped around his shaft and she was already teasing his cock head with her tongue. It was Monday morning and Dale hadn't had sex with Sally since Sunday morning when she walked in on him in the shower. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to get her on her knees and drive his cock in and out of her firm, compact ass. As her head bobbed on his pole he imagined his cock sliding into her asshole. He'd often thought about doing it but his wife hardly let him fuck her in the cunt. He laughed and Sally came off his cock. "What are you laughing at...Huh ?" She kept stroking him with her hand. Dale was embarrassed and couldn't think of anything to say. She was laughing now and jacked him off faster. "You keep that up and I'll blow it all over your face, pretty lady." Sally pulled her light brown hair out of the way and started licking the head of his cock as she jacked him off. Dale was close. He was trying to hold off and then the head of his cock exploded. Two or three strong spurts of cum shot out of the head of his cock. They all landed on Sally's face, dripping off her right eyebrow, running down her left cheek and dripping off her nose. She licked some off her nose and then swallowed about four inches of him. She rubbed her face against his pubic hair, it became damp with his semen. He pushed her away and lifted her to her feet. She was already turning to present him with her ass. Dale lanced into her and Sally's face came off the table top. She was wet but not that wet. He was fucking her and then he was cuming and she could feel her vaginal passage get all slippery and greasy. He was fucking her faster, his hairy belly slapping against her butt cheeks. She started cuming and didn't stop for about two or three minutes. The circulation in her legs was being cut off as her thighs were right up against the table top. Her feet, shins and the front of her thighs were tingly and still he was fucking her. Dale spread the cheeks of her ass like he did the other evening. She had a nice growth of light brown pubic hair surrounding her anus. He wet his finger and teased the rosebud of her asshole. It tightened against the tip of his finger. He pushed a little harder and slid in to the first knuckle. Sally was up on her elbows on the table, thrusting her butt back against his thrusts. She was moaning and groaning. Dale was fucking her as hard as he could. He pulled his finger out of her ass and sucked it. He got a better idea and pulled his cock out of her. It was slick with his cum and her cunt butter. He reamed his finger into her and stirred it around in her cunt. He got his finger drenched in their mess then he poked it into her anus again. He timed the entry to her asshole to the thrusts he was giving her cunt. One...Two...Three...Fuck ! His hand bottomed out against her ass. His finger was as far as it could go in her ass. He started fucking her with his finger and his cock. She was shaking her head back and forth, still thrusting back at him. He could see the white mess they made in his pubic hair and up against the base of his cock. He yanked it out of her and quickly placed the head of his cock against her anus. One push and the head slipped in. He started to force more of his cock into her asshole. She'd stopped thrusting back at him. She was frozen. He eased his cock out a bit. He had about three inches in her. As he pulled out she loosened up a little and Dale thrust forward. Sally screamed and he started fucking her. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 5.5.3a iQCVAwUBNglqtJo9y+4wL+b1AQGz+wP+NAl9XjYkAhWXsVjovg+CWDMURU8QcdYJ eHN61/uTQH4fpDXgnmJQRl+az4qWZOqzog+XeT/8CrVuXr0rTlOhW9/dEdDZeJdQ 0KPXaBjd80ISnKf0g8p1uKbhKslbeN6+kD8NKvh8/RxNDc8tB6bj92EpXaMbwnP0 MZe1C+n13+E= =hL5C -----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 | ----