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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Black as Night
Part: 1 of 2
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Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION READER !!!!!

   The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a sex story...A stroke
story...A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters and some
adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is properly
coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility for young
minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's hands.  To
charge the government with the responsibility for what children read...Let
us not kid ourselves, we know where that leads.  It is almost impossible,
today, to control access to information.  Individuals must accept more
responsibility for themselves.  The internet has leveled many playing
fields for all time.  The "gay nineties" ended well before eleven september
but the world will never be the same place it was before eleven september
two thousand and one.

   The plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's
fertile imagination.  It is make believe.  The characters in the following
tale are not real.  They are fictional...made up of bits and pieces of the
fiction I've read over the years; plus the tumble dried assortment of
friends and acquaintances one makes during a rich and long life.  I find it
hard to believe anyone my age, who writes, doesn't do the same.

   I dedicate this story to those who never left Vietnam...Whether they
died here or there, Vietnam influenced their lives in some fashion.  The
result was often the same.  For what ?  Are the Vietnamese any better off
today ?  Okay !  They're not dying from bombs, artillery and bullets but
I'm not convinced that being free of that shit makes up for the loss of
freedom in so many other areas.  Jet noise is the sound of freedom.  Just
ask your average Afghani.....

   But I'm getting carried away here.  The plot, or semblance thereof, will
certainly be just a frame work or background for a very sexually charged
story.  That you find the rest interesting should make the sex more
exciting.  That is my intent here.  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As
always e-mail your comments to the usual.

   Black as Night

   Part One

   (MF cheat oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   PROLOGUE

   February 1969

   They were about twelve miles south-east of Vinh, the Peoples Republic of
North Vietnam.  There were eight of them and their objective was to blow up
one of the Viet's radar installations.  They were traveling across the most
difficult terrain and only at night.  It was on the third night.  They had
just started to move...The ambush was multi-directional...A torrent of
machine gun fire and a "cloud burst" of grenades.  Only three of eight
remained alive after the initial assault.  There was no defense only
slaughter.

   He crawled on his belly and didn't stop until he slid into the creek. 
He went to the bottom...Water was his friend.  It was shallow...No more
than a foot or two deep.  He wiggled like a water snake and checked two or
three times...Making sure he was traveling up stream...North...They
wouldn't expect north.  He was scared and had no idea who, if anyone, was
left or alive.  Survival screamed at him.  He recalled hearing his comrades
calling out as he crawled away.  They were hit.  He felt guilty.

   He ran...Well, not ran but slithered away from the center of the
cauldron with not a scratch.  The firing lasted for a full three
minutes...Or close to that as he had counted that high...One hundred and
eighty...He was hoping for five minutes.

   He was still and looking for a hiding place.  He could hear the
commotion behind him...The jungle being trampled.  Some Viets were moving
this way ?  The creek turned off to the west.  He pushed forward when he
heard the first shot.  Just a single shot.  He burrowed into the bank of
the creek and pulled the vegetation down on top of him.  He couldn't hear
very well as the bank collapsed on top of him.  But he could breathe. 
That's all he cared about right then.  He counted again.  Five shots in
all...In a space of about nine hundred counts.....

   .....A small band of sun light flooded the embankment.  He counted to
one hundred and twenty before he opened his eyes.  He felt warm covered by
the damp earth.  He wondered how long he slept ?  He recalled counting over
ten thousand...But couldn't quite recall the exact number.  He started
counting...Not really counting but setting up a cadence and keeping track.
Approximately three hours later the sun light disappeared.

   The following day there was no sunlight.....

   CHAPTER ONE

   The room was crowded.  There must have been several hundred people
milling about.  There was a table by the door and many of the people were
queuing up to find name tags.  Fuck !  It had only been twenty years.  Many
didn't bother, figuring if you weren't recognized then you were probably a
dork or whatever they called them back then.  And the women...Shit !  Some
of them were amazing...Fucking very hot looking ladies, when they were
trolls in high school.

   "Eric...Eric !" The woman was blonde again but he knew it wasn't
natural. He'd seen her naked.  He'd fucked her.  He'd more than fucked her.
Together they had traveled a trail of debaucheries that he would never ever
forget and never ever came close to traveling again.  A feast of sensual
delights and just plain sexual perversities that just thinking about never
failed to give him a ragging hardon.

   She was almost running across the room.  His vision narrowed down.  She
was the only woman in the room.  His undivided attention was focused on
her. It was one of the reasons he left his wife at home in Utah.  He didn't
want her to see his inability to control this...She looked good...Maureen
Parish looked real good.  Tight jeans with a sweater and he could see her
breasts bouncing in her sweater.  Eric's cock had come alive in his slacks.

   They embraced.  He could feel her breath on his cheek...Her lips on his.
He was more than excited.  His eyes were closed.....

   "Eric...Eric...Eric...My surfin' buddy...A good swell's in !  You got to
go while you're here.  No shit !  We could go tomorrow."

   .....Eric's eyes flashed open.  Oh !  Fuck !  It was him.  His sexual
excitement evaporated, flooded by fear.  His penis deflated.  Rory Evans
was standing about three feet behind Maureen.  Eric should have been
thinking with his other head.  He tried to disengage from Maureen but she
clung to him.

   Rory had his hand out.  Eric stuck his hand out and the two of them
shook.  Maureen was still clinging to him, right between them.  Fuck !  He
forgot about Rory...Hadn't seen him since that summer before it began. 
What began ?  He still didn't know ?  Figured he'd be out of the picture ?
Still "missing" !?

   And then it shocked him.  They were married !  Rory had come back and
married her.  How long had it been ?  The last time Eric saw her was when
he was a junior or senior in college.  Rory had been gone for six years. 
Eric saw her at one of the high school basketball games when he was back
home on vacation.  Eric was surprised Maureen was there.  Eric asked about
Rory.  Maureen informed him that Rory was still out there somewhere ? 
"Finding himself," she said.  Maureen had not heard from him since that
December, our senior year...Close to three years.

   They fucked the whole time Eric was home that year.  And never talked
about Rory again, after that initial inquiry.  Maureen had other
boyfriends, too !  Just like their senior year.  Eric was flushed, felt
uncomfortably warm.  Rory was smiling...Not really looking at him but
through him almost.  It was a strange look.  Eric felt very uncomfortable.

   Maureen finally disengaged from Eric.  Rory put his arm around her. 
"Stay with us...For the weekend...Come on, Eric.  It'll be fun." It was
Maureen.  Rory was still smiling that strange smile and looking weird. 
Eric was starting to shake...Snapped out of it, finally asserting himself,
but was still shaking.

   "Hey !  Let's get a drink....."

   Redondo Beach High School

   Late October 1968

   The field was shrouded in fog.  The game was still in progress but both
ends of the field were invisible from the fifty yard line.  It was a damp
fog, almost a mist and heavily coated everything.  The cheerleader's hair
do's were like fallen cakes...Going to shit in the excess humidity.  The
conditions were miserable in the stands but each side was full of parents
and students.  And the cheerleaders cheered and cheered...And the crowd
yelled and roared !  The game was close but was decided with about three
minutes to go.

   Eric Richie made his way down the concrete steps.  He was soaked and
could hardly wait to get to his car.  He dreaded having to take the bus to
basketball games.  Basketball was just weeks away from starting.  He was
excited.  They had some descent talent this year.  A rarity, too...Some
black ball players.  Very unusual down here in the South Bay.  Eric wasn't
complaining, though.  It would give them a better chance in the playoffs.
They crapped out in the first round last year.  Eric wanted to finish his
senior year a little further up the ladder...Maybe, eighth ?  Seventh would
be really cool !

   The parking lot was packed with cars trying to squeeze out on to the
surrounding streets.  Eric watched the football players filing on to the
bus for the trip back home.  It was a thirty minute trip...At the max.  The
bus would take almost an hour.  He wasn't paying attention and almost ran
into her.

   Maureen Parish was bent over, hiding behind his car.  Eric could see her
bent like a pretzel trying to drink out of a flask.  He laughed and she
straightened up, looking very embarrassed.  She almost fell back against
the car.  She was drunk.

   "Oh !  Fuck !  Eric...You scared the shit out of me." Maureen started
laughing, holding the flask in one hand.  Some of the liquid was splashing
out of the flask as she laughed.  Her breasts bobbed in her sweater.  She
held out the flask.  "Jack Daniels, Eric.  Want a swig ?" She was drunk but
sounded sober.

   Eric took the flask and a long swallow.  Practice didn't start until
Monday, officially that is.  The "Jack" burned on the way down.

   "Don't you have to ride back on the bus ?" Maureen was a varsity cheer
leader.

   "I told Miss Wilson I was going home with my parents."

   She took another swig of whisky.  They were both squatting down beside
Eric's car.  Both were seniors and didn't want to fuck up their senior year
getting caught doing something stupid.  The flask was Rory's.  He used to
bring it when they went surfing.

   Rory Evans was Maureen's steady guy...Had been forever.  Eric couldn't
remember when they weren't going together.  Shit !  Rory was dating her
when she was an eighth grader !  He'd graduated three years ago...Joined up
just before they drafted him...Was around a while back.  Eric remembered
seeing him several times last summer...Maureen and him at the beach.

   "Well, are your parent's taking you home ?" Eric was handing the flask
back to Maureen.

   "Shit !  No !  My parents wouldn't be caught dead within a hundred miles
of Redondo Beach.  They hardly venture off the hill."

   Eric laughed and took the flask out of her hand.  Maureen started to
rise and then fell right into Eric.  Eric fell to his back.  Maureen was
almost lying on top of him.  Their faces were very close.  Maureen Parish
was a very cute young lady...Not good looking but real cute.  Her hair
color was naturally brunette but she had come back from last summer a
blonde.  She said she wanted to change her life now that Rory was going to
be gone for a while.

   "Drinking always makes me horny.  How about you, Eric ?" Her breath was
pure Jack Daniels.

   The debate didn't last long.  Eric was thinking that poor Rory was on
his way to Vietnam or where ever...And here he was with his very drunk girl
friend, who was telling him that drinking always makes her horny.  Shit !
Eric didn't need a drink to make him horny.  He'd been dumped by a long
time girl friend this summer.  She told him he wanted to have sex too
often...And always wanted to go too far.  Fuck !  She never went far
enough...The rumors about Rory and Maureen went back as far as Eric could
remember.

   "You want a ride home ?" Eric chickened out.  Maureen pushed away from
him and struggled to get to her feet.  In the process her thighs spread
wide and Eric got a delightful view of her pantied cunt.  A patch of dark
pubic hair was escaping from the crotch band of her panties.  Eric felt the
tug in his jeans.  He was up in a flash and dragged Maureen with him.  They
were pressed together when she kissed him, her tongue slithering into his
mouth.

   Eric was quickly approaching lust.  Rory be damned !  If she was horny,
he'd fuck her.  His cock was getting nice and hard.  Fuck !  Rory was just
a surfing buddy...Not really a friend.  His mouth was sloppy with her
saliva.  He turned and pushed her against the car.  He was grinding his
cock against her.  She was humping back.

   Fuck !  What was he doing ?  Right in the middle of the parking lot.  He
sure didn't want anyone to know he was doing anything behind Rory's
back...Didn't want to be accused of taking advantage of her.  He guided her
around the rear of his station wagon and slid her into the passenger seat.
He looked around the parking lot while he made his way around to the other
side.

   CHAPTER TWO

   Maureen slid across the seat as Eric got into the car.  Her hand ended
up in his lap and she knew exactly what she was doing.  Eric's cock got
very hard as Maureen rubbed her hand back and forth, running her fingers
and palm across the nice long lump of meat in his pants.  The station wagon
remained right where it was.  Eric snapped out of it several moments later
and grabbed her hand.  "Not now, doll." He started the car.  It was cold
and damp.  Maureen's hand was on his thigh.  He was still hard.  He was
thinking of where he could take her ?  Yes !  He was going to fuck her.

   The radio was playing some Jefferson Airplane.  "You ever smoke
marijuana, Eric ?" Her hand was back to stroking his cock.  He let her
grope him.  It felt good.

   "No...Have you ?" He'd never had a conversation with a girl while she
was giving him a hand job.

   "Will you take me to a secret place ?"

   Eric was pretty sure he'd take her anywhere she wanted to go.  Any girl
who would give him a hand job on the first date would get his total,
undivided attention.  And really, this wasn't even a date.  And it turned
him on that she was still wearing her cheerleading outfit.  He'd love to
fuck her in that.  She was just squeezing his cock.  It was just about as
long as it gets.

   It jerked, quite of its own accord, when Maureen stated, quite matter of
factly, "You've got a very nice dick, Eric.  I mean real nice.  A good two,
three inches more than Rory.  And fatter, too !" She sounded excited and
was still stroking him.  Eric considered pulling her into the back and
fucking her.  And if the back seat had been down, he probably would have.

   "Where's this secret place ?" A pause "Is it cool ?" Eric wasn't sure
what he was asking.  The flush of whisky was making him very horny indeed,
especially now that Maureen had been stroking his cock for five minutes or
so.

   "Get on PCH and head toward the hill.  I'll tell you when to turn." The
parking lot was almost empty when the station wagon eased over the curb and
hugged the center line as it struggled through the fog.

   It was right off PCH...Right behind a store front on PCH.  A street with
a gem name...Like diamond but it wasn't diamond.  She directed him right
into the driveway and jumped out to open the garage.  He'd never seen a one
car garage before.  And how long were they staying ?

   Maureen was rushing on ahead as Eric closed the garage door.  She was
fitting a key into the back door.  There was a very small, little
yard...Some bushes against the neighbor's garage.  The rest was grass and
it wasn't doing too well.  Maureen grabbed him by the hand and pulled him
into the house.  Now he was being thrust into center of the kitchen as she
was shutting and locking the door.

   The inside was very dark.  She grabbed Eric's hand again and was leading
him through the front room and down a short hall.  He was propelled into a
room and tripped on something.  Eric cried out as he fell.

   "Shit !" He felt like a fool as he bounced on the mattress.

   "Shut up, Eric !" She hissed at him.  He rolled over and stared into the
darkness.  He honestly couldn't see her but tracked her by sound as she
moved about the room.  A match flared and then a candle was lit.  A sharp,
bright light filled the room.  Eric didn't like looking into the flame but
the shadows on the wall were cool.

   Maureen was across the room and sliding into the closet.  The closet
door would only open about ten, twelve inches as the floor was carpeted
with about four or five mattresses.  One of them was bent with half of it
running up the wall.  Some were covered with sheets, some weren't.  There
was nothing else in the room except for the wooden crate; the candle was
sitting in a pie pan, inside the crate.  It was not the only candle the pie
pan had seen.  There was a multi-colored wax hill built up about six inches
high on the pie pan.

   Maureen was over by the wooden crate, blocking the light.  Eric crawled
to her and looked over her shoulder.  She was rolling a cigarette.  There
was loose marijuana all over the top of the crate.  He could smell the
bourbon on her breath.  The candle was making her breasts look huge.  Eric
laughed.

   "And you can do better, lover boy ?" He was instantly turned on...wanted
to kiss her.  She was licking it, now sucking on it.  He wondered if she'd
suck his cock ?  "'Cause it was so big !" His penis jerked in his slacks.
"We bought it this summer when we were in Mexico...Brought it across in a
surfboard...It was such a rush...Crossing the border with all that dope !"

   Eric could tell she was excited.  She was moving across the room.  Eric
followed her and sat against the wall right next to her.  Her skirt was way
up on her thighs.  Eric slowly took in her body as she lit up the marijuana
cigarette.  Her breasts were only modest...Nothing to brag about...Like
small apples.  She looked good in her bathing suit...Not much ass, though.
And she was a skinny, little thing almost a foot shorter than he was.  That
Rory was a midget...No more than five five, maybe five six ?  She was no
more than five three.

   Eric took his turn and then another.  "What's this shit supposed to feel
like ?" She laughed.  He took another drag.  She was rubbing his thigh.  He
took another drag and asked her again.  "What's this shit feel like ?" She
started laughing again.  For some reason Eric thought that was funnier than
hell.  He burst out laughing and scared Maureen.  She jumped.  Eric was now
staring at the flickering candle.  The room was getting close.

   Eric took another drag.  The joint was short.  Maureen called it a
"roach." She pulled on it for a long time.  Eric was fascinated by the
burning end.  Maureen had attached a small clip to the "roach" and it was
his turn.  He ripped until the "roach" burned dead.

   "Thunk !" His head snapped back against the wall when the electric rush
engulfed him.

   Maureen laughed.  It was only for a moment.

   "Can I see it ?" The fog, engulfing Eric's brain, had not quite cleared
enough to hear it all.  He knew she was talking but wasn't sure when she
started ?  He shook his head.  God !  This was much better than booze.  His
extremities were tingling.

   "Did you say something ?  God !  This shit is fucking great...What
the..." Maureen was laughing like crazy.  Eric felt her snuggle up next to
him.  Her hand was on his chest.  He willed it to his cock.  The joint was
gone.  "Can we smoke some more ?"

   "Yea !  Later...Now...I want to see it...Your cock.  Come on, Eric. 
Nobody will ever find us here.  This is my secret place.  Now, it's our
secret place.  Come on...Take off your pants, Eric.  Show me your cock, big
boy !" The last part was voiced as May West might have.

   She leaned away from him and pulled her letter sweater off over her
head. She was braless and her breasts were bigger than he expected....Large
apple size with areolae the size of silver dollars...A light brown on her
white breast meat.  They sagged very little.  Maureen Parish had nice tits.
Her belly was still very tan and made her tits all that much whiter and her
areolae that much darker.  Her nipples were erect and looked like small
peas.

   Eric's cock started to grow in his slacks.  He watched her sweater fly
over into the corner and then like he was detached from the scene before
him, a voyeur; watched as she opened his belt, unfastened his slacks and
un-zipped his fly.  He only assisted when she started pulling his pants and
underwear down.  Eric lifted his hips and Maureen quickly had the pants and
boxers down around his knees.

   His Pendleton and "T" shirt partially covered his hardon...And it was a
hardon...Just hard as steel and straight as an arrow.  He'd measured it
before...Many times.  Eric was proud of his dick.  It measured just a
little short of eight inches when it was like this.  The thick veins
running up each side made it seem thick, fat.  Eric flexed his cock and his
shirt bobbed around.

   Maureen laughed.  Eric flexed again.  Maureen stopped all the flexing
when she grabbed the hard shaft of Eric's boner.  "Oh !  God !  I'm in love
with your cock, Eric." His shirt was no longer covering his hardon and Eric
watched as she slowly stroked it.  "I have to have it right now, honey."
She was pushing him down so that he was lying flat on his back on the
mattress.  Eric was trance like.

   CHAPTER THREE

   Maureen threw her right leg over Eric's waist, her hand grasping his
boner and guiding it to her crotch.  Her other hand was pulling aside the
crotch of her cheerleader's uniform.  Eric could feel the head of his cock
being rubbed back and forth in Maureen's pubic hair and cunt.  She was wet.
The head of his cock was slippery.  Maureen centered Eric's cock and down
she went.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" She just sat there.  Eric could feel her wet sheath
surrounding him.  She was squeezing him quite hard with her cunt.  "Don't
move, lover.  Let me cum first.  Then you can do anything you want with
me." She started to move.  Her hips rocking back and forth.  He could
barely feel his cock sliding in and out of her.

   Several minutes later she was up on her feet, squatting over his cock.
Bouncing up and down at a very quick cadence.  She had started to sweat. 
It was rolling down her rib cage.  Her nipples appeared swollen and were
much smaller than they were moments ago.  It was like she controlled him.
Her cunt felt marvelous, pumping up and down on his cock.  A fat, sloppy
wet cunt was slowly sucking the life out of Eric...Yet he hardly felt the
urge to cum.

   "Oooooh...Oooooh...Oooooh...Cuming...Now !  Fuck me !" Eric grabbed her
hips and thrust up into her, pumping like an oil derek.  She fucked him
back down on to the mattress so he thrust harder.  Maureen had no contact
with the mattress, her legs dangling around below Eric's arched back.  She
was biting his neck where his shoulder began, his shirt and "T" shirt
ripped aside in her passion.  Eric grasped her ass and rapidly fucked his
cock in and out of her.  She was gurgling.  Eric could feel her spittle
dribbling off his neck.  He was still fucking her.  He was wild.  He'd been
fucking her for hours...Days !

   His orgasm welled up in his belly and burst through his balls and cock.
Spurt after spurt of hot jizzim shot out of Eric's cock and flooded
Maureen's cunt.  She was humping him and chewing on his neck.  He kept
fucking her.  He could feel his sweat dribbling down his sides being soaked
up by his "T" shirt.  The room was moist, humid and stank of sexual funk.
Eric kept fucking her and only stopped when she started screaming.

   He didn't want to put his hand over her mouth so he kissed her.  Eric
rolled over as his penis slipped out of her.  She bit his tongue.  Eric
tasted blood.  He wasn't hard enough to force his cock back into her.  He
wanted to fuck her some more.....

   .....They were quiet...Spent...Thoughts of fucking her again having
dissipated.  The room was quite warm now.  Eric sat up and stripped off his
Pendleton shit and "T" shirt.  He started working his slacks and underwear
off...Laughed, then started working on his shoes and socks.  Maureen was
lying on her side, still dressed in her cheerleader uniform minus the
letter sweater...And her saddle shoes and socks.

   "I'm yours, lover.  Whatever you want...but let me tell you, I'd love to
suck your cock."

   "Where's the marijuana ?  Let's smoke a joint and then you can suck my
cock, doll."

   Maureen laughed a wicked little laugh.  The flickering candle made her
look sexy.  Eric felt very, very nasty and was sure Maureen felt the same.
His cock was totally hard, sticking straight up out of his groin.  The
pointed head made him look that much thicker.  Maureen's mouth was getting
wet just looking at Eric's big, long dick.  She wanted to start playing
with herself but didn't.

   "The dope's on the night stand." She pointed.  Eric crawled over to the
wooden crate, his cock bobbing with his every move and started to fold the
cigarette paper.  Maureen crawled over to him and pressed a bare breast
into his shoulder.

   "Need some help ?" Eric let her roll the joint and spent most of his
time looking at her tits.  He started fondling them when she was licking
and sucking on the joint.  She was kneeling and put her hands on top of her
head.  Eric used both hands to play with her tits...One hand for each tit.
Her nipples were hard.  Eric's cock was like steel.  She was staring at his
cock as he pinched and twisted her nipples.  Her face was clouded with
lust...Her eyes slits.  Eric stood.  His cock bobbed near her face and she
moved toward it.

   Eric stepped away from her and then snatched the joint out of her hand.
"Get naked, Maureen." He was lighting the joint from the candle.  "Out in
the middle of the room." He was watching her shadow play against the far
wall.  She was stepping out of her skirt, the panties came with it.  Her
bush was a tangle of dark pubic hair...A very definite "V" at her crotch.
She turned her back to him and wiggled her ass at him...A thin, skinny one
with hardly any meat on it.  Eric flexed his cock when she looked back at
him.

   If the truth were told...This was Eric's first blow job.

   "Give me the joint...Or I'll be smoking that joint." Maureen was staring
at Eric's cock, surrounded by a lush growth of brown pubic hair.  She was
positive that he was at least three inches longer than Rory.  She was very
hungry.  Eric was an excellent choice...The very best choice...Very little
talking...Hot sex...And his dick !  No shit !  Made Rory's look like a
grammar school kid's.

   Eric walked toward her and held the joint to her lips.  She went to her
knees and put her hands behind her back while sucking on the joint.  Eric's
dick bobbed.  "We're going to need something to drink." Eric looked around
for her purse.  He went to pick it up and Maureen took another hit off the
joint, dangling out of her mouth, her hands still behind her back.  Eric
brought back the flask.  It was half full, maybe ?

   They traded.  Eric sucked on the joint while Maureen gargled with Jack
Daniels.  Eric's cock was still hard as steel.  He laughed and took another
drag.  Maureen held up the flask while looking level at Eric's cock.  He
flexed it.

   "Not now, doll.  Maybe later ?" He was tingling all over, his vision
narrowed.  He felt rather than saw Maureen suck his dick into her mouth. 
"Ooooohhhhhh !" It sounded like someone else.  Maureen spit out his dick
and laughed.

   "Good ?" Like she was proud of her accomplishment.

   "Suck, doll !" He pulled her face to his groin and Maureen moved her
mouth around until she could suck the head of his cock into her mouth while
both her hands were still behind her back.  "Oh !  God damn !  Fuck !" His
hand went to the back of her head while he took another hit off the joint.
The room spun as Maureen sucked his cock in and out of her mouth.  Her
tongue would almost wrap itself around the head of his dick like a snake.
He was thrusting.  The joint gone, he had both hands in her hair.

   His attention was narrowed down to the top of Maureen's head.  She was
taking almost his entire length on every thrust.  His knees were weak and
started to buckle.  He tried to go down slowly but couldn't control
himself. He remembered bucking his hips up off the mattress but that was
it.

   Eric blinked his eyes.  Maureen was still nibbling on the head of his
cock.  He hardly remembered how he arrived on his back.  Maureen's roots
were starting to show.  He rubbed her shoulder.

   "You damn near drowned me.  I've never swallowed so much cum." Eric's
cock felt usable.  She was lying next to him, up on her elbow, the glaze of
his orgasm very evident around her mouth, lips and chin.  He pulled her
down and kissed her, sharing the orgasm with her.  Her tongue was excited
in his mouth.  His cock started growing.  Maureen was undulating next to
him.  His hand crept down her back and between the cheeks of her ass.  Two
of his fingers were sucked into her fat, sloppy wet cunt.  She started
humping...His dick flopping over on its own.....

   CHAPTER FOUR

   It seemed everyone was leaving at the same time.  Eric looked around the
parking lot for them.  He'd returned the rental earlier...Shit !  The
reunion committee had all this shit figured out.  He wondered if he did the
right thing ?  It was the way she said it.  They had been alone.  Maureen
produced some very good dope out of thin air.  Rory was out on the dance
floor with some other woman Eric hardly remembered.  He was excited about
being alone with her but had been feeling queasy all evening.  The motif
was "Sock Hop," a little before their time but the music was right on.  He
hoped there wasn't any dancing tomorrow night.  He told her he wasn't
leaving until Tuesday.  He wasn't sure why he was staying so long...Just in
case, he thought ?  He lied to his wife about some business commitment.

   "Great...Then stay with us.  No shit !  You can go surfing with Rory. 
He's got a shit pot full of boards.  Come on, Eric.  We've been married for
ten years, got married a week after he returned.  He's cool with it, Eric.
Real cool with the whole thing...Most of it was his idea...Don't
worry...Come on stay with us, please."

   Eric wanted to kiss her...Touch her.  Instead he took a drag off this
little pipe, she kept in her purse.  It was very, very good dope.  Much
better than the stuff they smoked their senior year...But just a little
better than the stuff Marti and he were smoking back in Utah.  He was
sucking in a couple of more hits and nodding his head to her suggestion. 
Who was he kidding ?  He came to fuck her !  The tenth reunion...He
couldn't remember why he didn't come ?

   Eric squatted in the back.  It was a van with no back seats...The back
end obviously set up to go surfing.  Rory was babbling on and on about how
a mattress would fit in the back with plenty of room for a small
refrigerator.  Maureen kept loading her pipe with weed and Eric kept
smoking it.  The house was well east.  Eric had hardly ever been back here.
He'd lived up on PV Drive West.  Shit !  He wasn't even sure he could find
their place again.

   The house looked run down and the grass hadn't been mowed in a while. 
It was cool but Eric was not wearing a jacket.  This was not cool in Utah.
He hadn't been this stoned in a long, long while and drinking, too !  He
almost never drank at home.  And if he smoked weed, which he often did,
never.  The hotel had been very understanding and hadn't charged him a
dime. The three of them wandered about outside for a few minutes before
entering the house.

   Eric was surprised how well furnished it was.  A very expensive stereo
setup was lining the far wall of the den.  Maureen went straight to the
refrigerator and was drinking out of a coke can.

   "I drank too much, Rory.  Why didn't you tell me to slow down ?"

   "You fool...You were too busy being the social butterfly.  I'm surprised
you haven't filled the house with your boy friends." He was packing this
large water pipe with weed that he was getting out of this quart size
freezer bag.

   Eric broke out in a sweat.  "You guys mind if I hit the rack ?" The
subject of "boy friend's" made Eric very uncomfortable regardless of how
"cool" Rory was with it.

   "Nah...Mo, how about showing Eric the guest room." Rory was taking a
huge hit off the pipe.  Maureen stood by him until she could take a hit and
then escorted Eric down the hall to the guest room.

   She stood in the door way for a long time.  "Thanks, Eric...Don't
worry...It'll work out...You'll love it.  Sleep tight.  Don't let the bed
bugs bite." She backed out as she closed the door.  All he'd been thinking
about was fucking her.....

   .....It was still dark.  His temples throbbed.  Someone was shaking him.
It was a dreamless sleep and he was sweating when he rolled over.  Rory was
standing over him.

   "Come on, Eric.  Get a move on...Ride'll be here in ten minutes...Can't
soar with the eagles if you stay out all night with the turkeys...Come on,
shit head !" Rory was laughing.

   "Fuck off, Rory.  I haven't picked up a stick in close to twenty years."
It was that summer his daughter was conceived.  They went to Hawaii before
moving to Utah.  "I ain't getting up at some ungodly hour with a hangover
and trying to surf."

   "That's too bad, man.  It's really good.  I'll tell Mo to bring you down
when she comes to pick me up." He was smoking reefer.  Eric could smell it.

   Eric rolled over and buried his head in the pillow.  He heard the door
close.  He didn't imagine Maureen would be ready to go surfing soon.  He
became unconscious again.....

   .....He had a hardon...Was getting a hand job.  Eric rolled to his back.
He smelled hemp and Jack Daniels.  His cock was hard as snot.  Maureen was
stroking him, sucking on a joint and holding out the bottle.  He could just
make out her silhouette.

   "Gargle with this and take a couple of hits off the joint.  We're not
meeting him until eight.  Come on, lover.  He's giving us some time." They
had never been "us" before.  He wondered what changed ?  He was swigging
off the whisky bottle and watching her light up the room, sucking on the
joint.  She was naked.  Eric knew he was going to fuck her.

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   "Black as Night"
   [part two] 

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