Message-ID: <39867asstr$1039965005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20021214151026.22810.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Dec 2002 15:10:26 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold"{Frederick T.}(mF oral)[3/4] Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 10:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Author: Frederick T. Title: Yamashita's Gold Part: 3 of 4 Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary: Keywords: (mF oral) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 2002 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. !!! WARNING !!! The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing. If you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T. The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental. If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other as such. A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual. WILLY TAMARACK ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE THE STORIES "Yamashita's Gold" Part Three (mF oral) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER SEVEN ***** After relating my experiences, Dale was stoked out of his mind and left the following morning for Vietnam. The village continued looking for the gold...A bee hive of activity. I busied myself, thinking a bit ahead of the present game. As popular as we were now, I could see the day when it would be better if we were some place else...Plus, I sure would like to get back and see my dad...And then, there was the business of Las Vegas !? As soon as Dale got back, we started cooking up a deal for a boat. It took about three weeks of haggling and cut outs and all kinds of other bullshit but we finally hired a boat. We were sailing the day the arms arrived. The chief was honchoing at the village and Dale was in charge of the boat. There were six of us when we left for Longpo; two of the chief's sons and two other young men from the village. After several days of milling about, we all watched the arms transfer from the dock. Our boat had some spanish sounding name...I can't remember. We set out to sea as soon as the arms were loaded. Once clear of the harbor, Dale broke open the boxes. I freaked out when I saw the missiles - SA-8s or 9s ! Fuck ! Whose idea was this ? Dale didn't have a clue either ! We found the envelope when Dale cracked open some of the ammo. It was from our general buddy, telling us that the missiles might just come in handy. The Far East was a dangerous place, he said. Dale took him to heart and had us working with the weapons as we tooled on up the coast. Four of us would remain on the boat at all times during the loading operation. The remainder would help the shore party. The captain wasn't real hot about the weapons but relented a bit after Dale explained our incentive plan. I feared loading was going to take a little longer than a century as the village only had five boats worth a shit ! But the chief was way more prepared than I thought he would be. The villagers were all ready to go when we cruised around the point. Their boats were already anchored out beyond the surf line. Closer inspection revealed four or five rafts that looked like they were washed up on shore. One of the chief's sons had figured we'd get the gold out through the surf like Dale and I did when we went surfing. The captain stayed with the boat but we sequestered the rest of the crew in the village. Dale insisted we load at night. Now, I thought this was total insanity but the village elder agreed with him and that's what we did. The women and children would toss a whole bunch of bricks over the cliff. The men would load up a couple of rafts with the bricks and out through the surf a couple of guys would go with one of the rafts. It took us over a week and we were way off on the count. It was almost triple what we thought. My mind could hardly fathom the amount...Our share alone would be over two and a half million !! A piece !! I was afraid the Vietnamese wouldn't be able to cover the bet. I spent the last night onboard the boat with Dee Dee as the party raged on shore. We could see the camp fires from the boat. I think she sensed I'd be leaving soon as she was clinging to me. Dale insisted we leave as soon as it was dark the following evening and had plotted out a course that looked like what the Nimitz and her battle group would use to try to foil soviet technical means. The next day, I returned to shore and made a last check of e-mail for a while. Dale said I should rig up something so we could shoot at the satellites but it'd take weeks to get all the hardware. We only had standard ship to shore shit but the boat did have a G.P.S. Wow ! Was that a freak out ! I'd been before that time in the air force and here this filipino boat captain has one and I suppose he uses it ? I had one piece of e-mail in my "Jocko" account that was encrypted...The rest was spam. My hands were shaking as it was from Mortimore...My dad's middle name. I think that's why he let mom name me "Buffalo;" to get back at his parents for his middle name. He went on and on about how neat technology was. You could keep up with everyone, even if they were on the move. What they could have done with that way back when ? He laid out his schedule in Zulu...Said he'd be standing by, waiting during those times. It took me the rest of the afternoon to lay it all out, encrypt it and send it. I waited. The reply was almost immediate. "Msg rec. luck. mortimore." I was laughing as I headed back to the boat. We boarded at sunset and then waited. By midnight we were out of sight of land. Dale had it all planned out and at day break he briefed the crew. He had me round up the four of them and bring them to the wheel house. The captain was already there, obviously. Dale announced that there was a going to be a special bonus for this trip...hazardous duty pay. One gold bar a piece. He threw one on the table he was using for his notes. The four of them had eyes as big as saucers, especially the cook. The captain was getting a lot more but made a big show of insisting the crew share some of the spoils. Dale and I were way ahead of him. The trip was boring, except for the silly little exercises Dale had cooked up for all of us. Jesus ! We hardly had time to get stoned...This screechy little whistle of his echoing through out the ship...All of us running to battle stations. I was in charge of the missiles as if any fucking airplane was going to attack us. It'd be a boat and these fuckers would be worthless. But Dale insisted I know how to use them. Fuck ! The instructions were in russian. I didn't have a clue but Dale was confident that I'd be familiar enough with them to use them...So I spent a lot of time carrying one around...Come on now, these were made for grunts. I was a pilot and obviously much superior in intellect than mere grunts !? I spent a lot of time stoned...On night watch...And the memories flooded back...I missed america...the United States...Mexico...God ! I had some good times down there...I was sixteen, seventeen...I can't remember ? We were going down for a week...Never made it. Some friend of mine had a V.W. camper. Slept two but the bed sucked...Even for fucking. We started out..... "Come on, Willy ! Who gave you these directions ?" "Ah, just some guys who were passing through as they worked their way up the coast. I was telling them about some places up North where I used to surf in the winter...Some of the hard to get to places...Some of them are better than P.V." "Oh ! Come on, now...It's hard to beat P.V. in the winter..." I cut him off with, "Brian...It's better up north. P.V. takes just one particular storm. Up there it's just natural like the south swell is to the South Bay." "Well...Fuck this surfing talk. I can hardly wait for the Rendezvous tonight. Wow ! The fucking stories I've heard...thousands of surf bunnies packed into the fucking place....." .....It was still light when we entered the ball room. Fuck ! It was packed. Hundreds of sweaty kids, half on the dance floor dancing to the Chantels or somebody like that. Most of the rest...As usual...Sat around, segregated...Very few mixed groups, except for the dancing. The crowd was a little older than we were but we were game...Hot surfers from Palos Verdes...Shit ! Half the guys, we talked to, never heard of the place. I was staring at her from about twenty feet away, just walking around the periphery of the dance floor. She was talking with about three or four other girls. She caught me staring and I surprised myself, locked right into her eyes and turned toward her. I made it almost like cotillion. I bowed at the waist and in a booming voice bellowed out. "May I have this dance, miss ?" Her friends started cracking up and even some people around us were laughing. I remained bowed, waiting for her reply. None came, so I stood up. She was damn near my height. I was fully grown at six foot-one about a hundred and sixty-five pounds. My football coach told me I'd have to come back in the Fall at one seventy-five or better to start varsity. Anyway, she had blonde hair, short, cheek level, blue eyes...Not much bust and I was real spoiled with that back home with Connie...A lot of other shit, too ! I was no where near a virgin ! She was a big girl but cute as all get out...A local ! I was sure. ***** CHAPTER EIGHT ***** "Well, I guess so ?" She sounded less than enthusiastic about the invitation. We were out on the dance floor and I was doing my usual hopping around. I couldn't dance worth a shit. A slow one finally arrived and for just a second I thought she was going to split on me. "You live around here ?" She just nodded her head. We kept dancing. We were hardly touching. Just prior to the song ending, it came. "You here for the Summer ?" An opening and I dove in. This could be an all week thing and you never knew what you could do in a week. She was at least a senior if not a freshman in college. Fuck ! I'd just got my driver's license six months or so ago. "No...My buddy and I are working our way down the coast to a secret surf spot surrounded by a marine base...We'll have to sneak in and out and if we get caught, we'll probably spend the rest of our lives in the brig." She started laughing. I sped ahead. "If you and one of your friends would care to accompany my friend and I, you're quite welcome." I had no fucking idea what Brian was up to ? She came back with something cute, like: "Just get your boards this Summer ?" I felt myself flush. I'd been surfing over ten years...Since I was five, if you counted air mattress shit. My uncle started me board surfing when I was seven...this was my tenth Summer and except for football most afternoons, after school, would find me in the water. But this young lady didn't know that. All the guys here were dressed the same...Jeans...rolled up cuffs, just a bit. Blue tennies, blue nylon wind breakers, pendleton shirts, penney's "Ts" with hair a little longer than fashionable. My football coach was always giving me shit at the end of the Summer about getting it cut. She had no way of telling the real from the phony...Now, I wasn't anything to write home about in the water but I didn't spend much time on the beach regardless of the conditions or the size. I'd surfed just about every spot from well North of Santa Barbara to the hill and that was a lot of area to cover back then. As we were walking back toward her friends, she asked where we were staying ? Lots of kids came down here during the Summer and stayed with friends or rented a place and tore it up for a week before getting kicked out. I told her we were sleeping in a van. She mentioned that Corona del Mar was a better place to stay...Right on the beach and they had a bathroom with a shower. There wasn't much here on the peninsula except down by the pier and the cops were pretty heavy there. Corona del Mar would be better. I thanked her and we parted. We didn't even exchange names. The info she gave me was good shit though and we spent the night in the parking lot at Corona del Mar. Today, they'd never let you do that but this was eons ago. Corona del Mar's surf left a lot...Well, it was shitty and crowded. Old timers always said it was better before they dredged the channel out of Newport Harbor and Balboa Bay. But that was years ago. My uncle told me about it. That was the picture I had, so I was very disappointed..... .....We'd stopped surfing a long time ago...It was almost noon when I saw her. I immediately wished I still had my board on the beach but it was locked in the van, so hot, the wax was melting off it on to my sleeping bag...An occupational hazard back then. Well, I strode on over anyway and said, "Hi ! Fancy meeting you here." She smiled. I was stoked. We spent most of the afternoon with her and her friends. She wanted to know if I was going to be at the Rendezvous again tonight ? I just nodded, saying something cool like. "Yea ! If we don't get invited to this bitchin' party on the island." Brian knew some guys but they were way older than we were...Juniors or seniors in college, friends of his brother. The chances of us getting an invite were just about zero. Shit ! Wild horses couldn't keep me away from the Rendezvous ballroom..... .....It was still bright out. I was standing around outside the Rendezvous. It didn't open until seven but I didn't want to miss her. No sense in us paying when I was going to whisk her off to this boss party. I couldn't believe Brian's brother's friends came through...Even asked us to chip in a couple of bucks for the beer. I was on cloud nine ! It was past eight before I picked her out...Getting into line. I strolled down to where she was talking with the two girls from the beach. She waved. I was bubbling up with excitement. She looked great, wearing a Hawaiian print muumuu. I was stoked ! Her name was Cynthia and I thought that was a real cool name. Bonnie and Judy were her friends. They were going to be freshman in college next year. I was going to be a junior in high school. I kept telling myself that I acted older than I was...My mom always told me that...Could take care of myself. "...thinking, maybe we could split and go to this college party on the island ? I can have you back wherever you need to be...whenever." She looked at her friends. They were not quite as good looking as Cynthia but no where near dogs. "Oh ! Your friends, too !" Off we went toward the ferry. By the time we got there the party was in full swing. A couple more would go un-noticed. Now some of the guys we were partying with were pretty good surfers. One of Brian's brother's friends had gotten his picture in Surfer Magazine. Anyway, they all knew us and although we were not in their league, they treated us ok because we were kind of cool gremmies...Now, neither of us considered ourselves gremmies but we weren't that hot either. There was a lot of talk about forming some surfing association and having contests, going pro...That kind of shit. Getting paid to surf...Now, that'll be the day ! There was music but no dancing...Just a lot of people drinking and smoking and bullshitting. About midnight I took Cynthia outside and we danced in the street. I held her tight and was surprised to feel her squeezing back. I was kissing her for the first time when the cops came around the corner, lights flashing on and off like they were making a traffic stop. They hassled the older guys a bit about the noise and made some remarks about all the beer cans all over the place but left about ten minutes after they arrived. I walked the girls back to their car and rushed back to the party. I was in love again...God ! It was so easy to fall in love back then. Ha ! Ha ! We met them at the beach the next day about noon. All thoughts of Mexico disappearing in the sure scores we were courting. They had to be easy...They were college girls...Almost. They even brought us sandwiches. I'm sure that was Cynthia's idea ? We all went swimming together and then I made my pitch. "Ok ! Now, hanging out here is cool but I'm positive we could all use a little more excitement...An adventure. I say we leave early tomorrow morning. Go dutch treat for breakfast, you guys bring lunch and Brian and I treat for dinner...We go looking for this secret surfing spot I heard about...The surf around here sucks !" Total silence. I looked around for some support. Cynthia finally said something like, "I'm game...Another day at the beach...Who cares what beach ?" I started laughing and then we were planning it. It took us the rest of the afternoon. I didn't see Cynthia that night. Instead, Brian and I sat around with the old guys, drank beer and talked story. One of the guys was from Hawaii and he was telling the most outrageous stories about the surf back home. They started smoking hemp late; the smell, heavy and so sweet. I don't think Brian noticed as he was pretty drunk by then. This skinny hand rolled cigarette was being passing around. I took a turn and then another. They were coaching me on how to do it but I sure didn't feel a thing. A little while later I found myself on my back on the grass out in the front yard, gazing up into space at the stars. The Hawaiian came out and told me I missed my turn. It must have been two in the morning or so. He torched up another joint and we took off to the heavens with him as my guide. I could see myself riding Kaisers. Waikiki. Ala Moana. Maybe, even go up North and try the big stuff ? I was with a friend. It wasn't quite clear. It was a sad time...It was still dark when I picked myself up off the lawn. The hawaiian was still up, smoking with a couple of guys, I didn't recognize. He called me little Buffalo...He was big Buffalo. I laughed. He laughed. I bought a baggie full of the stuff and hid it in my traveling bag. ***** CHAPTER NINE ***** One of the girls and I were spreading the barbed wire apart. The other two girls were holding the brush aside. We'd found the cut wire...A tight squeeze. We'd been on the road since five...I was really stoked when we found all three of the girls waiting on the street corner right on time and ready to go ! Some of us slept on the way down...It took us a while to find the repaired wire but it was a cinch to open up and now we were all back in the van and slowly making our way along the path. It looked years old and was really rutted. We went though some more brush and then up a little rise. There it was...The Pacific...Opening up as far as we could see both to the right and left. Waves were breaking all over the place and not another surfer was in sight. I was very excited ! We parked on the rise and Brian and I were on our way, scampering down to the shore line. We surfed for what seemed like hours and then had this big lunch the girls brought...Surfed some more in the afternoon, even though it was blown out and then ate hot dogs and potato chips for dinner. I necked with Cynthia all the way home in the back while the three of them sat up front. While saying good-bye at her front door, she casually mentioned that her parents were going to Palm Springs for a couple of days starting tomorrow. My brain exploded with ideas but it was late and I was tapped out. We went back to the island and parked a ways down from the house. The party was blasting. This time there were some couples dancing. The Hawaiian rushed across the room and told me the surf had been great this afternoon. Where was I ? I just smiled. I knew it had been great...A little blown out but waist high and getting bigger. Tomorrow morning would be the best and then I was going to talk'em all into spending the night at the secret spot. We named it S.O. Ten. I was stoked and took off into lower earth orbit after just a couple of drags on the magic cigarette. I slept on the grass again and even rolled my own very crude joint, hitting on it some more before falling asleep. The older guys talked us into going up to Huntington Pier with them the next morning. It was a kick but very crowded. A little too much crowd for the size, shoulder high and very thick. On the way back to Balboa I talked Brian into spending the night at the secret spot. We'd get the early evening glass off and the early morning glass all to ourselves. "...of course, we'll ask the girls ! You think I want to spend the night snuggling with you ?" Brian was as stoked as I was ! We were like two corks in the sea as we drove to Corona del Mar...Almost bobbing over the hot sand. Babbling like complete idiots. Cynthia could invite Bonnie and Judy to spend the night and then we'd all head down to the secret spot and get drunk and surf and eat...And everything. The girls held a conference and then it was bedlam. We'd need more food and some more coolers. We could put the boards on the roof. Someone had some racks. The girls were bringing sleeping bags. We pushed off a little after three and rolled to a stop on the bluff, over looking the Pacific, a little after five-thirty. I was watching the bee hive of activity on the bluff. The wind was almost calm and the glass was coming back. The girls insisted we surf and who was I to object to that ? I was scratching for a wave...Up and sliding right. The wave was shoulder high and just perfect, walling up in front of me. I was inching toward getting five and then tasting sea water. A little too much weight on the nose. My board washed up on shore. Cynthia and her friends were drinking beer down by the high tide mark. I pulled her up and dragged her toward the ocean. She was squealing like a pig. I was laughing like an idiot. We were about knee deep when she turned my face and kissed me. That stopped all thoughts of pulling her into the ocean. I was kissing back and had a hand on each of her butt cheeks. I was getting hard in my trunks. We were still kissing..... .....The sun was close to setting. The two of us were sitting up on the dry sand watching the sky change colors. I got up and rushed back to the van. In less than a minute I was back with my bag. Just a grocery bag...A couple of pairs of underwear, extra set of trunks and several "T" shirts...Oh ! Yea, a tooth brush and some tooth paste. The baggie of dope was wrapped up in a pair of boxer shorts. "What the hell is that, Willy ?" She shrieked. "Is that marijuana ?" I looked over at her as I attempted to roll a joint. There was hemp all over my lap. I'd never heard it called marijuana...The Hawaiian called it hemp...The best fucking plant in the world ! "Shit ! I don't know, Cynthia...But it's magic...No shit ! Cynthia ! Fucking magic !" I toked up the joint and passed it to her. She took a tentative hit and when it was her turn again, I was a cheerleader. "Go ! Cynthia ! Go ! Cynthia !" I was in outer space, looking down on the earth. The sounds from the camp were drifting down to us every once and a while. Somebody yelled, "Hey ! You two love birds going to eat ?" They all laughed. I got to my feet and helped her up. "What are you supposed to feel like, Willy ?" I turned her to face me, our faces were not very far apart. "Like something inside of you is has just broken out and you see things and hear things that you never did before...Feel things, too ! Like you're a part of something bigger and trying to break out of it but it's so big you don't think you'll ever do it...But most of all you feel warm...At ease...A part of that something bigger...Safe. Things slow down and you can really break them apart and look at them. It makes you love everything." We kissed for a long time and I put a hand on her breasts for the first time, now it was through her "T" shirt and bathing suit top but all the same it was tit...Bigger than my hand...Real wide. I could feel her nipples get hard and I was growing down the leg of my trunks. "Now, let's go convince our friends to join us." We walked hand in hand to the camp fire. One of the girls, Judy, I think, looked at my crotch and then turned away. No shit ! I had a boner in my trunks. I crouched by the fire and motioned them all around. It took me about five minutes. I rolled as I talked, confident that they'd all join us. Cynthia was facing the darkening ocean and just staring at it. Soon I had two joints making their way around the circle. We were well into the third joint. Several different conversations were going...I don't think any of them made any sense. Cooking the hamburgers was anarchy...Five stoned teenagers bumping into each other as they all tried to do something different at the same time...Too many cooks spoiling the broth. We ate like pigs and devoured all the food we brought. After dinner...We didn't clean up shit ! What fucking pigs we were ! I rolled a couple of more joints and then picked up my sleeping bag in one hand and Cynthia with the other and headed down the beach. "...To get a better view of the stars." Brian said something about the "submarine races." The other two laughed. The sound of their voices disappeared behind us and it got quiet...Only the surf. About a half moon was coming up behind us as we sat watching the waves break. The sleeping bag was spread out and we were both leaning back on our elbows, feet out in front of us. ***** CHAPTER TEN ***** I knew we were going to share something that not a lot of people ever experienced. I don't know how I knew...I just knew...Like I knew Connie and I were going to make love to each other...It just happens...If the circumstances are right...Maybe, like the planets being aligned or the moon and stars or the moon and the tides. Shit ! I don't know ? She was draped over me and we were exploring each other's mouths. My hand was under her sweat shirt and I was rubbing my hand all over her bare back, even under her bra strap. When her hand worked it's way under my "T" shirt, I started working the sweat shirt up over her head. She moved away from me...On her arms, like she was doing a push-up, helping me pull it off over her head. The bra came next and I was staring at her tits. Like I said earlier, real wide...And where Connie's were big, they pushed out from her chest. Cynthia's were probably just as big, it's just that they were real big around and didn't push that much away from her chest. Her areolae were about the size of mine and since Connie had huge ones I was a little freaked out. Her nipples were pointing out of her light brown areolae like pencil erasures. I sucked one into my mouth and I know I heard her suck in her breath. I pulled her down on to me and rolled over. I was now draped over her and my face was roaming around her breasts. Her arms were around me, pulling my "T" shirt off and I was getting a reltne in my trunks. I slowly kissed my way up her rib cage as I stretched out her arm above her head. I licked her underarm and no shit ! She actually moaned. My cock hurt, I was so hard. Her under arm was covered with stubble, like she didn't expect to share intimacies. I was nibbling on her neck as my hand ran down her stomach. I just know she sucked in her waist because I slid right down into her cut-offs and was feeling nothing but panty. It felt like she had a lot of hair and the crotch of her panties were definitely damp. I was squeezing her plump cunt lips between two fingers and grinding my hardon against her hip. When her hand grabbed my dick, it was my turn to moan. She giggled. I moaned a lot louder than she did. We were both trying to get each other's hand's into each other's pants and it was almost like ballet. I finally rolled away from her and pulled my trunks down. I looked back at the camp fire. It was hardly visible in the distance, probably just coals. I didn't think the other three would bother us but you never knew with teenagers. I turned back to Cynthia. "I think this would be a lot easier and a lot more fun." I came at her and kissed her deeply. Her hand went right to my dick and my mouth started down her neck. I was just about kneeling over her, my tongue buried in her belly button with my hands pulling her shorts down. I made sure her panties came down with the shorts and now we were both naked. I started at her right knee and worked my way up her thigh. Then the left. Her "V" was covered with a carpet of thick curls just a shade darker than the hair on her head. I planned on licking all around it but didn't have the self control. My face was in her curls, my tongue digging into the cleft of her pussy. Her legs remained closed but that didn't deter me. My mouth started making trips from her breasts to her mouth, to her belly button, to her hair pie...Round and around I went until she stopped me. My dick was still hard as rock, grinding against her stomach. When she spread her legs, I took it as an invitation. She was passing the cake and I was definitely going to take a piece. A couple, if I could ? I was poking my dick against the matt of hair covering her vagina and getting no where. I finally slid to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her loins. The moan was almost a yelp, my tongue was already painting her flesh. She was more than damp and as soon as I had some hair cleared away was slick and lubricated. My dick slid right in and her legs immediately came up around me. I was moving in her and her eyes were closed. Her hands snaked up my arms and she was pulling me down on top of her. I was stoking for the downs and just going bonkers ! Her cunt was so tight...Tighter than Connie ! She was a real different feel and I was in space, weightless and sliding in and out of her like a rocket ship escaping the earth's atmosphere. She clutched me very hard and bit my shoulder, her hips hunching up at me as I fucked her...I almost froze and then the seed was spurting out of my cock and bathing her vagina in semen. I kept pumping and she was breathing loud, a panting and I was there again, filling her cunt with more semen. Our bodies were damp and sticky. We were on our sides, still kissing. The light sea breeze was cold against our skins. I pulled half of the sleeping bag over us but there was hardly enough and my butt was hanging out in the night air. Our legs were entwined and we nibbled on each other for awhile but eventually fell asleep..... .....It was light enough to surf. A good sized swell was pounding the beach. God ! This was a paradise ! Peaks all over the place, rights, lefts...Both off the same wave. I was in a quandary. Cynthia was breathing lightly. I wondered if she was awake ? Maybe, I could sneak in a few waves before she woke up...Probably not as it was late...At least seven. Brian wasn't out either. It was almost a whisper. "Don't you even think about it. Neither of us has a stitch on and..." She rolled over and threw the sleeping bag off of her. Her tits hardly jiggled, Connie's jiggled a lot. Her legs were partly spread and I could see the remains of my load at the tip of her "V". My cock was starting to get hard. "If we hurry...You might still be able to get some waves..." I was climbing over her and her legs were coming up around me. Her hands were tugging on my penis and I was like stone. She was damp but by no means wet. I drilled around in her flesh and then was in. I froze. Her hands were above her head. I sank another inch in her and froze. Her eyes were staring into mine. I put my hands in hers and stretched her out further. She wiggled her hips and I was another two inches into her. She felt the joint with her hand and turned to look at it. I laughed and reached for it. The matches were further up the sleeping bag and we had to wiggle along the bag to get at them. Cynthia lit the match and held it. I was still holding myself barely in her...Ok ! I was about half way in but trying to stay there. I'm taking a huge drag and then she's taking it out of my mouth. She's hitting off it like it's life itself. An ash falls on her neck and she bucks. I'm buried in her and fucking her like crazy. The joint's burning on the sleeping bag..... 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