Author: Frederick T.
Title: Poetic Justice ?!
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Tales of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Fm+ oral)(MFmf oral group)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 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 tales are written to stand alone but use 
characters and themes introduced in some of my previous writing.  If you like 
these tales you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack", "Shack, 
Lead !", "The Travels of Willy Tamarack" or "The Stories".  It should go 
without saying; any resemblance between the characters in these accounts and 
real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has spent a 
life time looking for ?  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.

                            A WILLY TAMARACK TALE

                             "Poetic Justice ?!"
                                  (Fm+ oral)
                              (MFmf oral group)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                                 Chapter One

    She was sitting in the sand, looking out toward the end of the jetty.  The 
waves were huge, frothing up as they swept down the breakwater.  The beach was 
crowded with people, busy walking and running up and down the beach and it was 
only five-thirty.  She had just finished her three laps of the beach and was 
perspiring freely.  She liked to watch the waves when they were big.  About 
two thirds of the way down the jetty there was a single figure walking out 
toward the end of the breakwater with a surfboard under his arm.

    Madeline Brady was just shy of thirty-five...Short with sandy blonde hair.  
She had a dynamite body for a thirty-five year old and was not shy about 
showing it off.  She liked their looks and would try to imagine what they were 
thinking.  It was almost time again...A movement on the horizon caught her 
attention.  The guy with the surfboard was just getting up on this huge wall 
of water that was throwing up spray all over the breakwater.

    He turned back and forth on the wave.  She imagined that it was one of her 
lovers and when he completed the ride they would rush to the house and shower 
together.  Madeline was getting sexually excited watching the surfer as he got 
closer to the beach.

    The wave now became a long wall of water and Madeline was worried her 
lover would hurt himself.  The surfer was poised on the nose of his board, 
streaking across the wall of water.  Froth was coming off the top of the wave.  
The sun was lighting the water.  The wall started to collapse.  She couldn't 
watch and buried her face in her arms.

    It seemed like forever but was probably less than ten seconds.  She looked 
up.  The surfer was walking up the beach toward her.  Shit !  He was an old 
man with a scraggly looking, gray pony tail.  He was smiling at her like he 
knew her or knew something about her or maybe...Her secret...How could he know 
that ?

    "Hi !"  She grunted something in response as he passed.  She waited a full 
five minutes before she started back to the house.

    He was in the parking lot, putting the board into a van that appeared to 
have everything but the kitchen sink strapped to the roof.  She knew he was 
watching her but when she looked over at the van, she couldn't see him.  Maybe 
he wasn't ?  She laughed and broke into a trot on the way to the house.

    Becky Francis was Madeline's daughter.  She was a freshman in high school 
and got a ride from one of her friends every morning.  Becky was late as usual 
and begging her mom to drive her to the top of the bluff.  Madeline and Becky 
jumped into the car and motored up to where Becky got picked up.

    Madeline was lonely when she arrived back home.  She wondered if she could 
set it up ?  She spent most of the morning on the phone but came up empty.  
Well, what did she expect ?  School had started.  She'd have to plan it a 
little better.  She was sure that any one of then would cut for a day to spend 
it fucking her brains out.  She giggled and rushed to the shower.

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    Becky rushed into the house Saturday afternoon.  Several of her friends 
were close on her heels.  They were all talking loudly and giggling and 
laughing.  Madeline was home for a bit between appointments.  Madeline Brady 
was one of the most successful real estate agents in the area.  It had taken 
her a long, long time but it was worth every bit of the effort.

    "What are you all so excited about ?  You're acting like a bunch of 
grammar school kids instead of high school freshman."  She laughed.  It was a 
good natured jab.

    After they quieted down, Becky started talking a mile a minute.  "There's 
this old guy down at Big Corona who's riding a boogie board off the breakwater 
and riding the wave all the way in...Jeez...Mom you ought to see him.  All the 
way to the beach.  He says he'll teach anyone how to do it.  None of us have 
the guts to do it."

    "Well...You gotta do what you gotta do..."  Madeline wondered if it was 
the same guy ?  When she left for her afternoon appointment she saw the van in 
the parking lot.  God !  It looked familiar.  She knew she'd seen it before 
but just couldn't place it.  She was now positive her daughter was talking 
about the same guy she saw the other morning.  She thought the van looked 
familiar then, too.

    Sunday was more of the same and Monday morning was a relief.  She'd got a 
hold of one of her "friends" and it was all set up for Wednesday.  She could 
hardly wait.  That's funny...Her beeper was usually silent on Monday unless, 
of course, she got a nibble or two over the weekend.  She hadn't and called 
the office to talk to Gretchen, her secretary.  A man was there to see her.  
Knew her by name and said she came highly recommended.  Wouldn't give his 
name.

    Madeline was in the office in under a half hour.  This kind of shit never 
happened to her.  I mean just about everything else did.  She couldn't count 
the number of husbands who had come on to her...And the young men she'd come 
on to...God !  Three of them had tasted her charms...He was standing in her 
office.  The long scraggly pony tail was now neatly combed and down the back 
of his hawaiian shirt.  He was wearing a jacket over the shirt and kind of 
looked stupid...But the more she looked at him the better he looked...Classy 
almost...And he was very good looking.

    "Hi !  Madeline...I'm Willy Tamarack.  A friend of mine told me to look 
you up if I ever wanted anything down here...Wow !  Aren't you the woman from 
the beach the other morning ?"

    "Yes...I am, Mister Tamarack..."

    "Call me Willy...Was wondering if you could show me around.  I'd really 
like to live down by you.  I've thought about that place for over forty 
years."  So he was watching her.

    The morning passed quickly and Madeline was pleased to be able to get him 
to sign on the line at the first place they visited.  He was excited about the 
find and like he said, "...really stoked !"  She came home to Becky and all 
her friends hanging out in the front room.  She told them that she met the old 
man today.

    None of them believed her even when she told them that he was going to 
live right down the way.  Becky kept kidding her all night about the old man.  
Her own daughter didn't even believe her.  She laughed and had nasty dreams 
about Wednesday.

    The next morning, her daughter came running back to the house shortly 
after she left for school.  Madeline figured Becky had forgotten something and 
would beg for a ride.  "You're right, mom...His van is down the way...Oh !  
How cool.  I just know he's one of those old surfer guys...You know from way 
back...When nobody surfed.  You know like grandpa always talks about."

    Driving back from the bluff, Madeline saw him, pulling his board out of 
the van.  He saw her approach and wandered out to greet her.  He was just 
wearing trunks, was deeply tanned and if you were a distance away you couldn't 
tell how old he was.

    He leaned over, the surfboard still under his arm.  "You know...We ought 
to have dinner some night.  I bet we have a lot in common."  He had a twinkle 
in his eye.  She had to look away.  "How about it, Madeline ?"

    She mumbled something about being busy the next couple of days and he 
returned with, "Well...When ever...I'm looking forward to it."  The car jerked 
away when she let out the clutch.  God !  There was something about that man.  
Like he could see into her soul...Her mind...Like he could see her naked.  
Would Wednesday ever come ?

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    Todd was seventeen.  Madeline had been seeing him for almost two years.  
She met him at a pool party.  It was kind of like an open house and there were 
lots of young people around.  Todd was picking up plastic glasses and paper 
plates.  The realty had hired him to keep the place neat and clean.  People 
were pigs at these things.

    Becky was twelve at the time and Madeline didn't want to take the young 
guy back to her place.  Too much risk.  It was the first time she got a motel 
room.  She laughed thinking about it.  This time it was Carlsbad.  There were 
plenty of cheap motels down there.  She hoped Todd beat her there.  She 
couldn't stand waiting for them.

    That first night rushed through her mind as she cruised South on the 
405.....He asked her if she could get them some beer.  She was amazed.  Here 
she was offering him her body for the night and he wanted her to pick up some 
beer.

    She stopped and when she got back in the car it was a flood of marijuana 
smoke.  He laughed as she backed away from the billowing smoke that escaped 
when she opened the door.  "I might get cotton mouth...That's what the beer's 
for."  She wandered about Laguna until they found a small place with 
bungalows.  The "Vacancy" sign was lit.  Madeline hoped the "No" hadn't just 
quit working.

    It seemed like hours before she finally rushed outside and got back into 
the car.  Again, she was greeted by billowing smoke when she opened the door.  
"You're going to have to cut that shit out when we get in the room."  She 
reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze.  He laughed.

    She sat on the bed.  He was "taking a piss," he said.  She felt like 
stripping out of her clothes and meeting him naked but decided against it.  
She wasn't real sure this was going to work out.

    He came right out and sat on the bed.  He took a swig of beer and then lay 
back.  His cock was visible in his pants.  Madeline wondered if he'd played 
with himself in the bathroom ?  She kicked off her shoes and snuggled up with 
him.  When she put a hand on his chest, he pulled her head back and forced his 
tongue into her mouth.  Immediately she was in lust.  Her hand traveled the 
distance from his chest to his groin in record time.

    He was hard and she was positive he played with it a little in the 
bathroom.  She was on her back and he was grinding his cock into her hip.  His 
hand was moving up her legs, under her skirt.  She had taken her panty hose 
off before they left the open house.  Her cunt was sopping wet.  His finger 
was in her, pounding in and out of her.  She brought up one of her legs and he 
fingered her harder and faster.  She started cuming.  Her body was jerking up 
off the bed.  Her hips meeting every one of his thrusts into her cunt.

    "Ohhh !  Fuck me...Todd.  Come on give it to me..."  He was up on his 
knees pulling his jeans down.  Madeline had her skirt up around her waist, her 
legs spread.  Todd was staring at her crotch.  Her cunt lips were shaved but 
she had a nice thick patch of curly, dark hair on her mons.  He knee crawled 
toward her and then took the wind out of her as he sprawled between her legs.

    His cock was about half way in and before she caught her breath, Todd was 
pumping his cock in and out of her like a machine.  Her thighs cramped up and 
her stomach had butter flies floating around inside.  She couldn't get over 
the exuberance of youth, especially the first time.  They weren't even naked 
yet and they were both going to cum.  She felt him tense up and then the dam 
burst.  It leaked out of her and wet the bedspread.

    She was sweaty and felt dirty.  He was still inside of her, pumping.  She 
was going to cum again.  He started pounding harder and she was there, arching 
her back as he stabbed her between the legs.  His cock felt hot and slippery.  
She wiggled her hips around and he stabbed harder.  She was biting his 
shoulder and could taste blood.  He was still fucking her and appeared to be 
getting harder.

    She was on her knees, still partially clothed.  He was behind her fucking 
her brains out.  She was about to slide to her stomach and become limp.  They 
always wore her out and took advantage of her.  Oh !  Fuck !  She was cuming 
again.....

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    It was great when they could drive themselves.  She remembered the early 
days, right after the divorce.  Her friend urging her to get the boob job 
done.  She had after her divorce...Just what she needed.  Men can't take their 
eyes off of them...The vision of her husband fucking that high school 
girl...Her large breasts mashed into the papers on his desk.  His cock 
pounding in and out of her.  She'd had much better since then...Much better.

    There they were, sitting on his patio as she drove by.  She didn't want to 
go down to talk to him.  Her daughter would be home soon anyway.  She must 
have seen her drive by.  She changed into a pair of shorts and a sweater.  It 
got cool in September but was almost Summer like during the day.  Becky still 
wasn't home.  The sun was low on the horizon.

    She wandered down the road.  They were still on the porch.  She could hear 
some real old rock and roll.  I mean this shit was oldies but goodies when she 
was a teenager.  She smelled the incense as she climbed up the stairs to the 
porch.  Becky was laughing.  The setting sun was reflecting off her golden 
hair.  It always got so blonde during the Summer.  Her blonde came from the 
bottle.  She could no longer afford to stay out in the sun for the requisite 
amount of time.  She envied her daughter's smooth skin...A blonde's tan and 
her skin so white where her two piece covered her.

    She was wearing a sleeveless sweat shirt and wasn't wearing her top.  
Madeline could see Becky's whole tit.  Her areola bigger and darker than she 
imagined.  She wondered if the old man had been scoping out her daughter's 
body, trying to get a peek at her tits ?  She laughed out loud, still stoned 
from Todd's grass.  Poetic justice ?!

    She laughed again and it broke the trance.  Both of them became animated 
at the same instant.  Like she had caught them doing something they shouldn't 
be doing.  They talked for a moment, neither of them making much sense.  He 
offered her a drink...Then dinner.  Becky wouldn't take "no" for an answer.  
Later...She wasn't surprised.  She had a very pleasant time.

    "Oh !  Shit !  Becky, it's after nine...You've got home work and school 
tomorrow."  Her daughter put up a valiant fight but the two of them finally 
got up to leave.  Becky was huddled with Willy over by the coffee table.  He 
had a big photo album spread open and Becky was turning the pages.

    "Take as many as you want, Becky...But make sure you don't lose them..."  
He was across the room and holding her arm in seconds.  Like a conspirator, he 
lowered his voice and whispered, almost.  "Why don't you come back later, 
Madeline ?  I mean...If you want to."

    Becky was moving back across the room, looking at the pictures in her 
hands.  "Come on, mom...Let's go."  Madeline said nothing but she had the 
feeling he expected her to come back.

    She could feel Willy watching them as they walked back down to their 
place.  She looked back but found his porch empty.  Becky was going on and on 
about the pictures Willy was letting her borrow.  She was excited.  Willy was 
going to teach her to surf the breakwater.  Who was this Willy ?  One day he 
shows up and in a couple of days they're having dinner with him...Strange ?!

    She had no intention of going back but Becky went right to bed, blowing 
off her homework.  Her daughter was just like her mother.  Don't do today what 
you can put off 'till tomorrow.  Ha !  Ha !  Well...That was long ago.  She 
went out on the porch and could smell the aroma.  Marijuana.  No doubt in her 
mind.  Several of her "friends" used the potent weed that seemed to always be 
available down here.  The feeling was very pleasant especially with a young 
stud between her legs driving his cock in and out of her at "...light speed, 
"Dr. Spock !"

    He was sitting on his porch.  She went up and leaned back against the 
porch railing across from him.  "Aren't you afraid of the authorities...The 
police, whoever ?"  She was almost laughing.  He held the pipe out to her.  
She accepted and took a giant drag.  It always made her horny with her young 
"friends."

    She crossed over and sat next to him.  They passed the pipe back and forth 
several times.  She was in deep space when he touched her.  She jerked back to 
the present.  "Wana go inside ?"  She wondered what for ?  But followed him 
anyway.  He turned on the stereo but left the door open.  The TV was on but 
she was sure it was a tape.  A guy was riding some huge wave.

    He was gone and then back with another margarita.  Jesus !  He mixed them 
good.  Probably the best she'd ever had.  Maybe he was a professional bar 
tender or something ?  They watched the surfing...Smoked another bowl.  He 
changed the tape and by the television program she knew it was after eleven.  
The news was on.

    They stood at the door.  "Had a wonderful time, Madeline.  You're a very 
beautiful woman.  I'm very attracted to you and would love to have you spend 
the night but I don't think Becky would understand."  He kissed her on the 
forehead and she felt the sea breeze against her face as she walked home.  She 
would have stayed...Was intrigued.  She hadn't dated...Who was she kidding, 
fucked is a better word, 'cause she sure as hell didn't date any of her 
"friends."  She just fucked them.  She hadn't fucked anyone over twenty, maybe 
twenty-two in close to ten years.

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    Right after the divorce Madeline dated a bit but every fucking guy she 
dated expected to get fucked on the first date and since she wasn't picking 
any of these dates...Well, she didn't want to fuck everyone she dated...She 
stopped dating.

    .....Becky was five or so.  She really can't remember.  She'd ordered 
pizza and then didn't have any money to give the delivery boy a tip.  She was 
embarrassed, apologized profusely.

    The kid was cool about it.  Said, "...instead of a tip...How about doing 
me a favor ?"  Madeline promised him anything.  He told her he'd be back about 
eleven or so.  That's when he got off.  Madeline was crazy with fear.  What if 
he wanted her to do some sexual thing, like fuck him for a tip ?

    She was almost disappointed when he told her he wanted her to buy some 
beer for a weekend party he was going to.  He'd give her the money and stay 
with Becky while she was out.  After he left, she was disappointed.

    The bust job was only three months old.  They were gorgeous, if she did 
say so herself and she admired herself in the mirror every morning.  The kids 
name was Tom and he was coming back on Friday afternoon.  At the spur of the 
moment she dropped Becky off at grandma and grandpa's.  When Tom arrived, she 
told him to come along with her.  They had a grand time but Tom still didn't 
pay much attention to her.  She got depressed when he left.

    She ordered pizza a number of times but never got Tom as the delivery boy.  
She tried the same thing with another delivery boy but he just got pissed and 
stalked off.

    The call came the next day.  "Madeline...It's Tom."  Her heart started to 
beat faster.  "One of my buddies told me you stiffed him and I was wondering 
if you'd make up for it and buy the beer again ?"

    "Of course.  I'd love to, Tom."  He again arrived on a Friday afternoon.  
This time he brought along his friend.  The boy's name was Greg and he was 
tall and blonde.  He was better looking than Tom and couldn't take his eyes 
off of her.  When she went to buy the beer, the two of them went to a bank of 
pay phones outside the convenience store.

    They were pissed as shit when she got back in the car.  "...now...What the 
fuck do we do ?"

    "Beats the shit out of me, Tom ?  We're fucked !  The girls won't drink in 
the park.  Too scared.  We're fucked, buddy !"

    Madeline stayed silent for a long while.  The two of them were making a 
list of places they could go and then deleting them for some reason or other.  

    "How many you talking ?"  Madeline butted into their conversation.

    She'd only bought a case of beer and a half pint of tequila with some of 
that margarita mix.  The car was silent.  Tom talked first.  "There's only six 
of us.  Maybe only five.  One of the girls wasn't sure she could get out.  Her 
parents are kind of strict."  Sure enough one of the girls couldn't make it 
but with Madeline they made six.

    They started arriving about seven.  She took Becky to grandma's again.  
The girls were cute little things.  She wondered which boy was going to be 
without a date ?  The girls went bonkers when she mixed them a batch of 
margaritas but they all were disappointed she didn't have a stereo.  The group 
settled for MTV.  Tom was busy with a little blonde and a pang of jealousy 
rushed through her.

    Greg was the one without a date.  She wandered out to the kitchen to mix 
some more margaritas.  He followed.  She was shaking she was so scared.  She 
apologized again for stiffing him.  He laughed it off and told her she could 
stiff him any time.  He was standing close to her.  She put her hand on his 
arm.  He had a lot of blonde hair on it.

    Greg Livingston had the makings of a monster hardon in his jeans, growing 
right down his pants leg.  The way Tom described how she'd been acting, Greg 
figured she'd been coming on to his friend.  He was scared but confident.  Tom 
said he'd never seen a guy over here but as hot as she looked...Somebody had 
to be taking care of her, right ?!

    She was looking down at the hair on his arm.  When she looked up, he 
kissed her.  Her mouth opened right away and her tongue was wild in his mouth.  
He hadn't had many give his tongue a work out like this.  He wondered if she'd 
suck his cock ?  He pulled her closer and ground his hardon against her belly.

    Madeline was in lust.  Nothing was going to stop her from sampling this 
young man.  She was going to see if this young stud could quench her thirst.  
Her husband sure hadn't.  She wondered if the bastard was still fucking the 
young stuff ?  He'd probably be fucking her daughter's girl friends if he got 
a chance.  God !  She could feel the kid's boner against her belly.  His hands 
were on her ass.

    She pushed him away.  She was panting.  "Can you get rid of the others ?"

    He smiled at her.  "You sure...You want to do this ?"  She was rubbing her 
hands up and down his belly and chest.  She brazenly reached down and cupped 
his balls.  His boner was clearly visible, a long bulge in his jeans.

    "Yea...I'm sure...Now, get rid of your friends."  He kissed her hard on 
the lips and gave her ass a big, hard squeeze.  The five of them left.  The 
time dragged by.  She had changed into a robe with a sexy baby doll under it.  
It was a yellow color and really highlighted her hair.  Made it almost gold.  
She was at the door before he knocked.

    She stood with her back to the door and watched him walk toward the back 
of the house.  "Come on, Madeline.  I've got to be home by one."  She glanced 
at the clock on the stove as she followed him to her bedroom.  She'd have to 
get a new bed.  This one was a single.  He looked at her for a long time 
before he came toward her and removed the robe.

    Greg was in heaven.  He could see her dark nipples through the material 
and her bush was full and dark.  Much darker than the hair on her head.  His 
cock was growing in his pants when he pulled her into the room and began to 
kiss her.  She was on top of him on the bed.  His hands were down the back of 
her panties and he was mashing her ass cheeks together.  It almost felt 
squishy between them.

    She was astride him and pulling her top off.  Her tits were magnificent.  
He just started at them.  She brought them down to his mouth and he sucked her 
nipples.  She smothered him a couple of times because she was also working his 
jeans down.  When she got his dick out, she pulled her panties aside and 
plunged herself down on his cock.  They both screamed.

    Madeline was wild, bucking on him like an animal.  She could feel him 
squirt into her but kept dancing on his dick.  He was sliding out of her and 
she was flooded with disappointment.  She was hardly sweating.  She leaned 
down and licked on his hairless chest.  He was massaging her ass.  His cock 
had fallen out of her and she felt empty.....

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    The kids were all on Willy's porch when she got home on Saturday.  The 
surf had been flat for almost a week and there was no guarantee it would come 
up again before the seasons changed.  She wandered down after parking the car.  
She could smell the incense...Shit !  Maybe it's dope !?

    There were just kids on the patio.  She asked where her daughter was.  
"She's inside with Willy."  Madeline rushed through the door and into the 
front room.  They were siting on the couch.  Again they appeared to have been 
caught doing something wrong but...She wasn't sure ?

    Willy was slouched down at the far end and Becky was perched on the back 
about half way down.  It was a big couch and they weren't touching but close 
enough to touch if they wanted to.

    A blonde headed kid rushed in from the kitchen.  "Hey !  Willy, you gonna 
make margaritas again ?"  The two on the couch paid little attention to either 
of them.  Willy glanced at her for just a second...Probably not even that 
much.

    "Yea !  Tony...Whip up a hot batch."

    "What is going on here, Mister Tamarack ?"  She could feel herself flush 
with color.

    "Oh !  Mom...Cool yourself off.  They're for you and Willy.  Hurry up, 
Tony.  We can go get the pizza."

    Madeline was confused.  She heard the blender going and then the kid was 
handing her a margarita.  Willy never moved off the couch.  Tony and her 
daughter wandered out the door but were back quickly.  Willy didn't even 
glance at the door.

    "Money's on the kitchen counter.  Pizza...Ok, Madeline ?"  She nodded and 
sat on the end of the couch away from Willy.  The kids weren't gone for three, 
four minutes...Max...And he had a bowl going.  She sucked the smoke into her 
lungs.  God !  It felt good and Tony was a doll.  About Becky's age.  She 
wondered if her daughter was seeing him, hooking up with him ?  God !  That 
was nasty...Very, very nasty.

    When the teenagers got back, she'd swear they were both loaded but by then 
she was barely conscious of where she was.  The four of them laughed and 
giggled all through eating pizza.  After dinner the kids wanted to go to the 
island and get ice cream.  Willy acquiesced and off the four of them went.  
They wandered around the island and ended up at the amusement park.  They rode 
just about everything and then Willy said he'd beat them home.

    They all laughed but off he went, throwing the van's keys back to 
Madeline.  The three of them casually walked back to the ferry and crossed to 
the island.  They did a little window shopping and finally made it back to the 
van in about half an hour.  It was a lot neater inside than Madeline thought 
it would be.  The kids were getting antsy as she drove back to Corona del Mar.  
Tony was in the passenger seat and Becky was in the back.

    When she saw the lights on she knew they lost.  She couldn't believe that 
old man had run down the beach and then swam the channel before they could 
drive back.  He was sitting in front of the TV.  The room was a haze of 
marijuana smoke.  She looked at Becky but her daughter appeared not to notice.  
Tony had to get home and Becky was going to walk him up to the bluff.

    She was sitting on the couch with him.  She turned and was about to say 
something when he kissed her.  His tongue, alive and very active in her mouth.  
He didn't stop until they heard Becky hop up on to the porch.  God !  She 
wanted more.  Maybe, she'd come back ?  Becky and Madeline left a few moments 
later but when Madeline came back all the lights were out.  She didn't have 
the what ?  Gumption, guts, desire ?  She wasn't sure.  She tossed and turned 
all night.

                           ***** CHAPTER NINE *****

    She didn't see him until the following weekend.  From what she said, Becky 
spent every afternoon with him.  Madeline suspected her daughter was stoned a 
couple of times when she came home from Willy's.  She asked about Tony.  Becky 
said he couldn't make it down on weekdays.  It was too far for him to bike.  
He was fifteen and a sophomore at her high school.  Really a good surfer and 
"...well, Willy's gonna teach him to ride from the breakwater."

    Madeline laughed.  This must be a big thing.  For the next two days none 
of the kids were around.  They were all out boogy boarding with Willy.  He 
said he could feel a swell coming.  Yea !  Right !?  He must be smoking too 
much of that dope of his.

    Saturday morning, when Madeline went to work, she could hear it.  When she 
got up on the bluff, she slowed and watched a monster set marching down the 
breakwater.  White spray like lace filling the air.  Then it looked like it 
was raining.  If Madeline had paid more attention, she would have seen the 
three of them out by the end of the breakwater.  If she'd checked on her 
daughter before she left, she would have known the young lady was already 
gone.  She forgot about the big waves and Becky.

    The waves were bigger out here than they looked on the shore.  Becky was 
scared to death.  She was clamping on to her boogie board for dear life and 
following Willy.  Tony was behind her.  Shit !  None of her friends would 
believe this !  "...now you gotta pull out before the shore break or you'll 
get killed...And don't get near the rocks...That'll really ruin your day."

    The three of them were just watching, squatting down on the rocks.  She 
was anxious.  What were they waiting for ?  Willy was moving down the rocks.  
She followed and then jumped into the ocean after throwing her board in.  Tony 
was next and they waited.  Tony was going first.  Willy said something about 
the cliffs in the distance but Becky paid little attention.  She was 
tense...Didn't feel right...Was scared.  Here they came and they looked even 
larger than they did from the breakwater.  She started to paddle out to the 
end of the jetty but Willy held her board.  He was giving final instructions 
to Tony.  Willy pushed away from him at the last moment, pulling her with him.

    Tony disappeared behind a mountain of water heading toward the shore at a 
very good clip.

    "Ready, Becky ?"  She couldn't look at him.  His arm came around her waist 
and he pulled her toward him.  She wrapped her legs around him and he held the 
two of their heads above the water.  His mouth was on her ear.  She could feel 
his breath in her ear.  She held on to him tighter.  "Besides sex this is 
going to be the biggest thrill of your life...Well, maybe birthing a child, 
too...I don't know about that but here we go.

    She had been facing the beach the whole time afraid to look out to sea.  
They always came in pairs or three at a time...Sometimes five but that was 
really rare.  It seemed like Willy just kicked once and then he was pressed on 
her back and they were rocketing down the slope of the wave.  Her face was 
just inches from the water.  Willy was lying on top of her and guiding the 
board.  He maneuvered toward the rocks and then yelled.  "No closer than 
this."

    She was about to shout "ok" when they blasted out on to the shoulder and 
Willy started carving these big "S" turns on the wave.  Up and down.  Up and 
down.  "Got the big picture ?"

    She nodded her head and he was gone.  The speed increased dramatically and 
she wished Willy was back.  She turned away from the breakwater a bit and 
immediately started to slow down.  "Turn toward the wall for speed."  It was 
like he was in her head.

    She turned and the rocks started getting bigger.  When she could stand it 
no longer she turned to follow the breakwater.  Shit !  She almost forgot 
about the shore break !  She was still a long way off.  She looked off to the 
right and saw a long wall of water start forming.  It was frothing on top.  
She inched forward on the board and her speed increased.  When the wave 
started to break she dug the right rail into the face.  It was like a sling 
shot and she was out on the shoulder and digging the left rail into the 
shoulder.  Back and forth she went until she realized she was in the shore 
break and there was no way out.  The wall was coming down and she was out of 
speed and ideas.  She bailed and was up on the beach when Willy pounded out of 
the surf and ran toward her.

    "Well...How was it ?  Better than sex ?"  Betsy jumped up and threw her 
arms around him.  She also anchored her legs around his waist and hips.  Willy 
staggered for a step or two and then finally put his arms around her hips.  
She was sitting right on his open hands.  It was exciting.

    "I'm not sure about the sex thing, Willy...But that was the coolest thing 
I've ever done."

    "How about we do it again when your friends arrive...You game ?"  Betsy 
hugged him harder and felt his lips on her neck and upper shoulder.  She 
tingled and didn't want to get down.  Willy disengaged and then wrapped a 
towel around her.

    Her friends arrived just before noon.  Becky headed out onto the 
breakwater.  Willy was with her.  "Now...No ass shining...You got it."

    "Yea...I got it.  I don't want to bust my ass either."

    "You're on your own this time.  No tandem shit."  Becky didn't say another 
word.  They watched and waited and finally Willy made his move.  Tony was on 
the beach just having rode the last of a terrific set.  Becky couldn't see the 
beach...Well, hardly...It was so small and far away.  She felt Willy's hands 
on her waist and then she shot forward.  She was free of him and starting out 
down the slope of the wave.  She angled toward the breakwater and when the 
wave walled up she was off.  For then next two minutes and fifty seconds Becky 
Francis never stopped cutting back and forth on the wave.  She pulled out just 
before the shore break and was met by a mob of young ladies after struggling 
to shore.  They were all jumping up and down, maybe five of them total.  But 
they drew stares and Tony was there, too.

                           ***** CHAPTER TEN *****

    There were seven of them when they got to Willy's place.  He gave Tony 
some money and told him to bring back pizza.  Tony was more than happy to take 
them all to the pizza place.  It was up on Pacific Coast Highway and would 
take them a good hour or so to walk.  Becky was staying with Willy.

    I had a good hour any way I cut it.  Tony had a couple of joints and I 
figured maybe they might just stop some where to get high.  An hour and a 
half...At least.  My cock tingled in my trunks.  They were gone when I got 
back from the bathroom.  And then Becky got back.  I only had one.  I had the 
pipe going.  She just watched from the other side of the room.

    "I thought I smelled it the other night when my mother snuck out and came 
over here.  At first I thought it was incense but then I heard the two of you 
laughing.  What did you two do all that time ?  She wasn't home until almost 
two.  Did you and my mother...You know ?"

    I held out the pipe while holding my breath.  Becky came across the room 
and took it.  She was a novice but they often make up for it in enthusiasm.  
She ended up sitting next to me as we passed the pipe back and forth.  Like 
she couldn't believe it.  "...my mother...You got to be shitting me."  She was 
laughing like a fool.  Then coughing up a lung full of smoke.  She was in 
space.

    Becky couldn't believe how stoned she was.  She'd drank beer and 
margaritas and some other girl drinks at parties before.  She didn't really 
like beer...But this was different.  The room looked so different.  Willy was 
up putting a tape into the VCR.  Surfing filled the TV screen.  The room 
filled with some real old music.  One of her girl friends said that this shit 
is older than their parents.  Well...Willy looked kind of old but he acted 
real cool...Young and hip.  Really knew what was happening...She forgot to 
thank him for pushing her into the wave.

    She got up and the room moved.  Cool !  She made her way to where he was 
fooling with the tracking.  She crouched down where he was and threw her arms 
around his shoulders.  It was too much and the two of them sprawled across the 
floor.  Her face was so close to his and then he kissed her.  Open mouth and 
everything.  His tongue was searching for hers.  She went out to meet it and 
her head exploded in a thousand points of light.  Shivers of energy were 
pulsing through her.  He had his hands on her bathing suit bottom.  She could 
feel the sand in her bottoms as he massaged her rump.  She ground herself 
against him and could feel his manhood.

    Becky Francis had never ever gone this far...Well, a couple of guys had 
played with her tits.  She was envious of her mother.  Hers were so big and 
full and Becky's were so small.  Willy stopped kissing her but was still 
massaging her butt.

    "The couch would be more comfortable."  She laughed and got to her feet.  
She helped him up and saw the bone in his swim trunks.  She couldn't take her 
eyes off of it.  She'd never seen one hard before.  Oh !  On a date in the 
eighth grade she brushed against a hard one in one of her date's laps by 
accident, mind you.

    As soon as I got to my feet I took her hand and pulled her over to the 
couch.  She was on my lap and I was grinding my cock into the back of her 
thighs, rubbing her belly.  I pulled the pillows off the back to give us more 
room and then we laid down, spoon fashion with me behind her.

    One of my hands went roaming on her chest and the other toward her groin.  
My cock was like cement and I pumped it against her ass.  The hand in her 
crotch came up and removed her shoulder strap.  Her right tit was now bare and 
the areolae and nipple were already crinkly.  I replaced my hand in her crotch 
and fondled her bare breast with my other hand.  My mouth was on the back of 
her neck, my tongue painting her skin.

    When I went for inside her bottoms, she sucked in her tummy.  My cock 
leapt in my groin.  Her pubic hair was silky and thick.  I traced her slit and 
then started rubbing my fingers together with her lips between them.  She was 
thrusting back at my cock.  I dry fucked her harder.  She was really pushing 
back against me.  I rolled over her and pulled my hand out of her bottoms.  
The top of her pubic hair showed.  It was darker than the hair on her head.  
My cock was like a crowbar in my shorts.

    I rolled her to her back and stripped her to the waist.  My mouth feasted 
on her breasts.  About tennis ball size with little, light brown areolae.  Her 
nipples were baby's fingers sticking out of her breast meat.  I licked and 
sucked them until they were straining for my mouth.  My hand was busy in her 
crotch.  This time on the outside of her bottoms.  I could feel her cunt lips 
through the material.  I dug my finger against the side of her thigh until I 
could feel pubic hair.  I searched for her cunt and slowly started worming my 
finger into her.

    Betsy went rigid when he stuck a finger in her.  She threw her arm up over 
her eyes.  All thoughts of her friends, the pizza, lunch, the waves were gone.  
All she could think of was the man who was making her feel so good.  Her hips 
were thrusting up at his finger.  She was so slick and gooey.  His finger must 
be soaked with her juices.  She felt wet between the legs and still he 
fingered her.  His mouth was on her tits, going from one to the other.  She 
was wild, going to cum any second.  Oh !  God !  Here it came.  She bucked 
against his hand and didn't stop until he drove her hips back on to the couch.

                          ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****

    Betsy was naked.  More than that she had her legs spread as wide as she 
could get them because Willy's face was in her crotch.  She could feel his 
tongue on her vagina.  She thought she was wild with his finger in her, his 
tongue was driving her crazy.  She could feel it at the top of her sheath, 
roaming around looking for her clitoris.  Every time he brushed it, she shook.  
She was whimpering and then his finger was in her mouth and she was sucking on 
it.

    I was just about there and was sure Miss Becky was long past that.  I 
loved it when they started non-stop orgasms.  One right after another.  The 
treasure was hidden right behind that door.  Once there all the riches were 
yours.  I slowly got to my feet and helped her up.  She followed and on the 
way I swiped a towel out of the bathroom.

    Becky's legs were trembling.  She didn't know if it was from what happened 
on the couch or what was about to happen ?  Willy threw the towel on to the 
bed and turned to face her.  He was kissing her and now she hand her hands on 
his dick.  It felt big but then how did she know ?  She rubbed him as he 
teased her nipples and pinched her bottom.  She could feel the heat building 
up in her loins.  She'd like him to lick her again for a while.

    On her own, Becky opened his trunks and pulled them down his thighs.  He 
sat her on the bed and then was on his knees between her legs.  She quickly 
raised her legs into the air and he was licking her.  From her bottom to her 
clit and she was moaning.  Willy was licking faster, up and down the crack 
between her legs.  Betsy was on fire, thrashing her head back and forth on the 
mattress.

    He was standing and holding out his hands.  She reached up and took them.  
He pulled her to a sitting position and now her face was very close to his 
cock.  She didn't have to be asked.  Her mouth captured him and he shuddered.  
His hands were in her short blonde hair and he was thrusting his cock in and 
out of her mouth.  She froze and he shuddered again.  His cock started to 
shrink.  Betsy was disappointed.  She wanted it inside her, deep in her belly.

    It must have showed.  "Don't worry, Betsy.  Just think of how good it's 
going to be when we get there."

    She could hear the other kids in the front room.  Willy started to get 
dressed.  She followed his lead but stopped in the bathroom on the way to the 
front of the house.  The others were busy scarfing down pizza.  Betsy wasn't 
hungry for pizza...

    Tony was hot to hit the beach but Willy made him wait for a bit after 
eating.  The kids were lounging around the front room watching surfing videos.  
She followed Willy to the back of the house and shared another joint with him.  
The house got quiet and Willy started taking off her clothes again.  There was 
more urgency to his movements this time.  She was eager to help him and 
quickly had his trunks down, playing with his bare dick.

    She felt the bed against the back of her legs and hopped up on it.  She 
pulled Willy by his penis until she could suck on it.  It was wet and slick 
with her saliva when he pushed her to her back.  He was down on his knees and 
then his tongue exploded into her crack.  She jerked up off the bed and almost 
screamed.  "Like that ?"  Came from between her legs.  His tongue was in her 
again and she yelled "Yes !" at the top of her lungs.

    I stood and lowered my cock head to her opening.  Her pubic hair was thick 
but I'd moved most of it away from her cunt with my tongue.  I rubbed my 
pecker head in her cunt, took my hand away and pushed a little.  I pulled out 
and licked her again.  She felt wet and gooey.  My cock head was in her and I 
was on my arms above her.  Her nipples were erect and pointing toward the 
ceiling.  My cock was growing out of a tuft of her dark brown pubic hair.

    I pushed harder and felt her give way.  I kept the same pressure and 
finally buried myself in her belly.  Her legs were like clamps around me and I 
started to fuck her.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and I was really starting to 
work up a rhythm.  Her body jumped below me and them she screamed out her 
release.  "Ooooooh !  Fuccccck !  I'm coming !"  I was fucking her like a 
machine, deep, hard thrusts.  Every time I filled her, she exhaled.  She was 
hyperventilating like crazy and I was afraid she was going to pass out.

    Betsy was out of her mind.  Nothing could compare to this.  She reached up 
and grabbed Willy around the neck.  His hips were driving his cock in and out 
of her like nothing she'd ever imagined.  She was undulating below him.  Her 
small body possessed by a power that she could hardly expect to control.  Her 
orgasms were coming every few seconds and she could feel his hard penis 
flexing inside her, quivering almost and the life flowed through her and then 
it was quiet.

    He was snoring, behind her.  She turned and he opened his eyes.  They were 
kissing and she felt it was starting over.  She could smell herself, on his 
face, his lips; taste herself in his mouth.  She wanted him, reached for his 
cock but he pulled her away.

    "Another time, my love.  Let's go watch mother ocean.  Your mother will be 
home soon."

                          ***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****

    Madeline found about a dozen kids with Willy after trudging through the 
sand out to the breakwater.  Other than by size you could hardly tell the 
difference.  They were all talking and kidding about.  The waves were still 
huge but the wind was rather strong and the surf was blown out.  Betsy was by 
Willy's side, almost following him.  She looked different when she rushed to 
her mother and hugged her, telling her about riding the waves and everything 
else...Well, not quite everything.

    A whole week went by and Betsy was down at Willy's every afternoon, 
getting her brains fucked out.  She'd do anything with Willy, hardly ever wore 
clothes when she was alone with him.  Right now, he was behind her just 
fucking her cute little ass off.  God !  He could fuck !  Sometimes he'd go 
for an hour or so.  Sometimes she was so sore when she got home she could 
hardly sit down but she'd be back the next afternoon as soon as school was 
out.  Betsy couldn't get enough of his cock.  She pushed her ass back against 
his loins as he thrust in and out of her.  He was driving her down on to the 
mattress.  She was cuming again.  Her belly cramped up and the muscles in her 
thighs were tight with her passion.  She jerked around in front of him, the 
energy flowing through his cock into her belly.  She was alive and cuming 
again.

    It was Thursday night.  Madeline was home late and found Betsy gone as 
usual.  Willy's place was all dark.  Maybe they were down by the ocean ?  The 
incense was strong as she passed Willy's.  She climbed the steps and found the 
front door open.  When she entered she knew it wasn't just incense.  The pipe 
was on the table.  She wondered if they were around.  She was at the door, 
about to leave when she heard it.  Almost a squeal.  She froze.

    It was almost a chanting.  Madeline slowly moved to the rear of the house 
and the chanting became louder.  It was Betsy.  She recognized the voice of 
her daughter.  She stopped at the closed bedroom door.  The bed was squeaking 
and then the chanting started again.  "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..."  It was Betsy 
again.  She could hear the sound of moist flesh slapping together.

    Madeline was engulfed in flames, had to will her hands away from her 
crotch.  Between her legs felt swampy, gooey.  She leaned against the door jam 
and listened to Willy asking her daughter if she was cuming again ?

    Her daughter's response was loud and clear in the hall.  "Ooooh !  Yea !  
Willy...Cuming again...Fuck me !"  Madeline felt the spasms rack her body.  
Her daughter kept screaming that she was cuming.  The noise from the bedroom 
slowly quieted down.  Madeline could hear Willy whispering to her daughter but 
that was all.

    Madeline Brady crept out of the house and went back to her place.  It was 
after ten before her daughter came home.  Betsy passed her by, not seeing her 
sitting in the dark.  Madeline was on fire.  No way one of her "friends" could 
quench this thirst.  It'd take three or four of them.  She hoped Mr. Tamarack 
was up to the task.  Her daughter sounded just like the young men she slept 
with.  They were being introduced to the first wonder of the world and 
couldn't contain the joy of life.  Her cunt was swollen and she could feel the 
juice dribbling out of her, moistening her thighs.

    When her daughter's light went out, she stood and left the house.  Willy 
was in the front room.  "Figured you'd make an appearance tonight."  She 
wondered how he knew she'd come ?  She wondered if he'd bathed since he took 
Betsy's virginity ?  Maybe he'd been fucking her for a while.  She sat next to 
him without saying a word.

    She smelled the marijuana before she saw the light from the match.  She 
took the pipe and inhaled deeply.  The euphoria flooded her body.  The band 
around her forehead tightened.  His hand was on her wrist.  She felt calm, at 
ease.  He was staring when she looked at him.

    As if he anticipated her question.  "Does it matter ?"  She was confused 
and took another hit off the bong.  She wasn't quite sure what he was talking 
about ?

    "She's as pure as your friends...And will eventually become just as 
perverted as you and I are."

    She stared at the wall on the other side of the room.  He was rubbing her 
shoulder.  She looked at him and his eyes were coals, burning red in their 
sockets.  "Are we that bad ?"

    She leaned over against him and felt his hand cup her left breast.  Her 
nipple sprung into erection.  Then he was running his fingers through her 
hair.  She was enflamed with lust.  Her hand went to his thigh and she could 
feel his excitement.  Shit !  It was less than an hour since she heard her 
daughter pleading with him to fuck her faster and harder.  She shivered with 
desire.

    I could feel her tense up when I started palming her left breast.  She had 
big tits.  Much bigger than her daughter's.  The nipple was hard.  I pinched 
it and felt her melt against me.  Her blouse opened easily and now my hand was 
inside her bra.  I laughed a little and then the bong was back.

    Her breasts were free of the bra and she could hardly remember him 
unsnapping it.  She laughed and he rose from the couch.  She could see his 
desire, clearly outlined in his shorts.  She was up and leaned toward him, 
thrusting her tongue into his mouth.  She was grinding against him.

    He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, depositing her 
unceremoniously on to the bed.  The same bed he'd fucked her daughter in 
earlier.  She could smell the aroma of sex.  The sheets, still damp, reeked of 
wet sex.  He was stripping off his clothes.  His cock was hard as rock and 
pointed right at her stomach.  It was small.  It was inside her daughter and 
made her weak kneed.  She wondered if her daughter sucked on his cock ?  She 
was sure she did.

    I was really turned on.  Could already anticipate the four of us in 
bed...A fucking orgy.  I was naked and climbing on to the bed.  Madeline was 
up and stripping off her clothes.  Her breasts were magnificent, large 
cantaloupe size orbs, topped with a dark areolae and nipples that never seemed 
to get soft.  I could feel the power surge through me.  My cock bobbed in 
front of me.  Her blouse was on the floor along with her bra.  I could see the 
scars...Her tits were phony but impressive just the same.  She was wiggling 
out of her skirt.  Her cunt was shaved and I could see her cunt lips as she 
walked toward the bed.

    She smothered me in her charms, was lying on top of me.  I rolled her over 
and her knees came up.  I was in her.  She was no where near as tight as her 
daughter but felt just great.  I started that age old movement and she joined 
me.  Our rhythm's matched and off we went, getting higher and higher with 
every passing moment.  She was holding her breath.  Her breasts hardly moved 
on her chest.  Too bad, they were really great tits.  Her orgasm was over 
powering just like her daughter's.  She tried to suck me into her and for a 
moment I let her.

    She was like the ocean, sucking me into her womb.  Her stomach was hot and 
humid.  I twitched in her and then the life flowed out of me.  My spasms were 
overcome by her jerking below me.  It got dark and slowly the windows opened 
again.  She was half lying on top of me.  Her thighs were moist.  Her blonde 
hair was plastered to her forehead.

    "Oh !  God !  I didn't think you'd ever stop."  She was short of breath.  
"When are we going to share you ?"

    I chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.  Tomorrow was a big day.

                         ***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****

    It was late Friday afternoon.  Tony was with them.  They were sitting in 
the sand, around one of the fire pits.  They were stoned as shit, watching a 
roaring fire.  Willy had packed a huge cooler and they were drinking and 
eating snacks.  There was a grill set up in the center of the fire but 
Madeline was sure Willy wasn't going to attempt to cook anything.  The flames 
were three or four feet high.  She was surprised how many people were down on 
the beach.

    The sun was setting.  They were mesmerized, sitting four abreast about ten 
feet back from the high tide mark.  The adults were on the outside, Willy with 
Becky and Madeline with Tony.  They were all looking for that sparkle of green 
as the sun disappeared.  None of them saw it.  They were blinded by the sun 
and when they got up to go back to the fire, it seemed real dark...But it 
wasn't.

    Willy and Becky sat across the fire from her and Tony.  The flames were 
still high and Madeline just got a glimpse of them every once and a while.  
She smelled the dope and then the two of them crawled over and shared it with 
her and Tony.  The four of them just sitting in a circle, smoking a joint...In 
plain view of anybody who wanted to watch.

    Dinner was a comedy of everyone getting up to get something out of the 
cooler at the same time.  Willy had fixed some mexican casserole that had to 
cook for an hour.  It was bubbling when he took it off the grill.  By then 
Madeline was in outer space.

    After dinner, Willy lay back and Becky laid her head on his chest.  He was 
playing with her hair.  Madeline wanted to touch Tony but was afraid to.  Tony 
lit a joint and the two of them shared it.  Willy and Becky appeared asleep.  
It was very dark and getting cool.

    "Tony...How about helping me with the cooler ?"  Madeline was up and 
putting left overs in the cooler.  Tony struggled to his feet and helped her.  
Shortly, the two of them started trekking back to Willy's place.  They weren't 
off the sand before Willy and Becky started necking.

    Becky was sure her mother was going to say something when she laid down 
with Willy but she didn't.  But she did stare at them while she shared a joint 
with Tony.  As soon as her mother left; Becky looked up, figured they had ten, 
maybe fifteen minutes and then kissed Willy right on the lips.  Willy's tongue 
was all over the inside of her mouth and she wished her mother was out tonight 
so they could go back to his place and fuck...And suck...And all those 
wonderful things Willy had introduced her to over the last...How long ?  She 
couldn't remember ?

    She was disappointed Willy wanted to go back to the house.  Her mother and 
Tony were nowhere to be seen...Maybe her mother went home...Maybe Tony did, 
too ?  She was getting excited.  The house would be empty.  It would have to 
be quick.  She could feel his hardness in her already.  She was wet and 
swollen.  Willy had his arm around her.  She pulled his hand to her breast.  
She was braless under the "T" shirt and he was pinching her nipple.  She 
reached in front of him and rubbed his belly.  She was positive he'd fuck her 
before she went home.

    On the front porch, she grabbed him and kissed him.  The house was dark.  
She was sure it was empty.  Willy's cock was hard.  She could feel him rubbing 
it against her belly.  Her hands went down the back of his shorts and she felt 
his bare ass.  His hands were between them, between her legs.  Her legs felt 
weak.  He was opening her shorts and pulling her toward the bedroom.

    She didn't hear them until she was in the doorway.  Willy was behind her 
with both of his hands in her pubic hair.  Her shorts were down around her 
thighs.  She was already grinding her bare ass back against his hard cock.  
All she'd have to do is bend over and he'd be in her...But she didn't.

    She was frozen, like a statue and then the orgasm swept over her.  She was 
spasaming against Willy as she watched her mother's head bob over Tony's 
crotch.  Her mother was sucking his cock.  She'd never watched before...Not 
even porno tapes.  Tony's cock was nowhere near the size of Willy's.  He was 
thrusting his hips up off the mattress as her mother swallowed his cock whole, 
her head bobbing faster.

    Madeline looked over toward the door.  Willy was smiling and her daughter 
was almost naked.  Tony reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.  He'd 
been a virgin and hadn't lasted long.  He was hard as rock and she smiled back 
at Willy as she straddled the young man and impaled herself on his cock.  He 
was palming her tits and she was humping him already.

    Becky was being guided toward the bed.  She was stiff and scared.  Her 
mother's eyes were slits.  Her mother was almost laughing as she straddled 
Tony and then her mother was moving on him.  Willy was pulling her "T" shirt 
off and then she was stepping out of her shorts.  Willy was pushing her up on 
to the bed and then he was in her...From behind.  She was wet and gooey...And 
then her eyes closed as the waves of pleasure spread out from her stomach.  
Willy was fucking her like crazy and she was fucking him back.

    She peeked at her mother and found her lying on top of Tony.  He was 
thrusting off the bed like a machine and now she could hear her mother's 
breathing...Coming in gasps.  Tony tensed up but her mother kept moving and 
then she was whimpering and groaning and almost screaming.

    Willy's cock was like a hot poker in her belly.  He was fucking his cock 
in and out of her faster than she ever remembered.  Her belly cramped up and 
here it came.  She buried her face into the mattress but couldn't suppress the 
exhalations of orgasm that escaped from her mouth.  Willy was chanting.

    "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..."  She was up on her arms, fuck back at him.  
Her mother had rolled off Tony.  Becky could see the cum dribbling out of her.  
Tony's dick was drowning in cum, his pubic hair a dark gray.  Willy kept 
fucking her and then she was cuming again.  Tony and her mother were watching.  
Her skin was hot and she was dribbling sweat down her arms.  While spasms 
racked her body, her mother leaned forward and started sucking on Tony's cock.  
It was getting hard just watching Willy and her fuck.  She was cuming again 
and again and again.....

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