Message-ID: <19308eli$9901240427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hangten Subject: "If Candy is Dandy..."(mfF oral anal)[11/11] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-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: <19990123182821.151.qmail@nym.alias.net> -----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 Eleven (mfF oral anal) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER FORTY ***** Deborah was in nirvana. She was straddling Timmy's face and he was licking her cunt like he was starving. Straddling his hips was Brenda and she was licking and sucking on her swollen areolae and nipples. She was just about ready to cum and could hardly wait for her turn with Timmy's hard cock. Jesus ! She couldn't believe how long he stayed hard ! How many times he could cum ! God ! She wanted some cock. Brenda was having an orgasm and she was positive Timmy was filling her blonde haired cunt with semen. Deborah wanted to suck it out of her and she knew in just a few minutes she would. Brenda rolled off Timmy and Deborah noticed his dark pubic hair was matted with cum. She climbed off his face and followed the little blonde. Brenda was giggling but stopped abruptly as Deborah grabbed her by the legs and pulled her cum soaked pussy to her face. "Eat her...Deborah...Suck that cum right out of her." She felt Timmy positioning himself behind her. He was spreading the cheeks of her ass and now she could feel the bone of his cock sliding into her. Her tongue was drenched in semen as she dug it into Brenda's well fucked pussy. The blonde's pussy hair was matted with semen. Deborah licked the pink, swollen meat in front of her as Timmy battered her ass, his cock thrusting in and out of her horny cunt. She raised her head from Brenda's cunt and screamed out her first orgasm. How did she go for so many years without this ? Timmy was wild. This was the fifth straight day that Brenda and he came to visit Deborah. He was slapping his cock in and out of her like a pile driver. He had his hands on her hips and spread her butt cheeks apart. This woman had the hairiest asshole. He abruptly pulled his cock out of her cunt and drilled it against her anus. The head popped in and Timmy wasted no time forcing his entire shaft into her bowels. Her head was out of Brenda's crotch again and she was filling the bedroom with screams of ecstasy. Timmy fucked her harder. "Oooooogh...My...Asshole...Fuck...Me...Faster, Timmy. Aaagh...I'mmmm fucking cuming...Aaaagggh !" Deborah was wild. Every afternoon was better than the last. This young stud knew how to fuck and while his cock wasn't as large as she liked, it was hard enough and lasted so fucking long. She was cuming again and Brenda pulled her face back into her groin. She lapped at the wet swollen pussy in front of her and wondered if her daughters tasted the same way after they'd been fucked ? She came close to tasting Gwen after they wore out her friends but backed away at the last minute; afraid of what she'd say. Timmy was pounding Deborah's asshole. His cock would disappear - all the way in and then he'd drag it out slowly and then pound it all the way in again. He loved watching her anus cling to his cock as he dragged it out of her. Oh ! Shit ! He was cuming again and buried himself into her, flexing his cock and watching as his cum seeped out of her asshole...His cock still buried in her. He pumped some more and a froth of white semen boiled up around the cock he had buried in her. He was thinking of when Deborah's daughter came home...Christmas Vacation...And it was only a week away. He could hardly wait. Brenda had told him about this past Summer and then just before school started and he was wild with anticipation. He knew Dale would go for it and could hardly wait to fill him in. Not this afternoon, though...Ha ! Ha ! He fucked Deborah Johnstone's asshole faster. He was starting to cum again and spread her cheeks wide, watching the cum seep out of her anus. Dale had been spending just about every weekend at Willy's. Yea ! The drive was a pain in the ass and he often considered flying but blew that off without really knowing why ? He'd gone up alone last weekend and Willy'd had four young things for them to party with...Fucking and sucking with four teenagers all weekend and the dope. Jesus ! He was stoned just about twenty-four hours a day now and was rolling in the shit. Well...Rolling it, anyway. Ha ! Ha ! He hardly saw Wendy or her mother anymore. In fact, after that weekend at the cabin, Jan stopped bringing Wendy down to her father's boat on weekends. He'd called Jan several times but she always put him off with some excuse. He was wandering through the yacht club, not really doing anything. It was too cold to go to the beach and the surf this time of year was shitty and fucking freezing, too ! He could hardly to wait until Friday to drive to Willy's. Crew Needed For a cruise through the South Pacific. Gone approximately a year. Room and board but no pay. Experience not necessary. Dale read the three by five card again. Sounded cool. He wondered if there'd be any pussy on board. Shit ! That's about all he thought about lately. He turned from the bulletin board and wandered back toward the dinning room. Lunch and then back to the boat. Timmy was coming to visit this afternoon and Dale was going to give him another couple of ounces. The kid was selling dope like a crazy man. The demand seemed unquenchable down here. Timmy could sell it as fast as Dale could transport it down here from Willy's and that fucker seemed to have an inexhaustible supply. Seemed like he was forever cutting bud and baking it in that oven of his. Dale was hurrying across the docks. He was late and hoped Timmy would stick around until he arrived. Shit ! He hadn't been doing a fucking thing...Just goofing at the lunch crowd in the dinning room. Timmy'd told him last night on the phone that it was important...Brenda and he had been fucking around with Brenda's best friend's mom and the daughter'd be home for Christmas vacation in a couple of days. Timmy wanted to get them all together and...What else ??!! Timmy'd stick around. "Yo ! Timmy...You still here ?" Dale called as he dropped down below decks. Timmy, Brenda and Deborah were sitting at the galley table, sharing a joint. Dale smelled it immediately. His face lit up with a big smile and then he froze. It must be the dope. No way...It couldn't be. He hadn't seen her in over twenty years. She was staring right at him and the look on her face must have mirrored his. Timmy was laughing. Deborah looked like she'd seen a ghost. He turned and saw Dale had the same look on his face. Brenda was laughing about something. Timmy started to get up but Dale was already turning and heading above decks. Timmy followed but by the time he reached topside, Dale was running down the docks. It surprised Timmy to see how fast his uncle was moving...And Timmy was much too stoned to chase after him. ***** EPILOGUE ***** The sea was running about three feet...The wind out of the Southwest at twenty knots or better. The Newport Castle, out of Long Beach, was moving through the water at about twelve knots. The ride was choppy after two days of fairly smooth sailing. It was approaching zero two hundred (two a.m. - for you civilian types in the crowd). Dale rolled out of his bunk, pulled on his sweat pants, "T" shirt and zipped up his jacket. He wandered toward the galley and poured himself a cup of stale black coffee. He had the helm from two to six. The captain was happy to have someone who was familiar with a compass and had rudimentary knowledge of navigation. Dale thought he had more than a "rudimentary" knowledge but out here he wasn't sure ? It was dark as the inside of an asshole. The only light coming from the glow off the compass. Dale took control of the rudder and the mate he relieved quickly dropped below decks to do what ? Dale had no idea ? He checked the heading once again and trimmed up the sails a bit. It was lonely out here. Maybe he made a mistake joining the crew ? The look on Deborah's face was etched in his brain. She knew it was going to be him...Knew what he'd been doing...Was going to drag up the past...That day back when they were freshman in college and he ran out on her. Well, he knew she'd just fucked the guy who came out of her room...Shit ! Visions of his fucking some high school girl right after Willy fucked her flooded his memory. What the fuck was the difference ?? But it was different...Wasn't it ? Dale wasn't sure anymore. He wasn't sure of anything. He dragged a joint out of his jacket pocket and struggled to get it going. Euphoria crept through his body...His mind drifting back to his high school days...Free and easy...Just like Timmy. Timmy Haggerty rushed down the gang plank and then along the dock toward the yacht. He was afraid of what he was going to find. He'd spent the last two days searching for his uncle. His grandmother told him Dale'd called two nights ago and said he was going on a cruise or something. Grandma Haggerty laughed and told Timmy that Dale sounded stoned. The yacht was closed up and locked. Timmy peered through the port holes but found nothing. Clean as a whistle. What spooked his uncle ? Timmy had no clue and wandered back to the station wagon. 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