Author: Frederick T.
Title: If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 
Summary:
Keywords: (MF violence divorce)(M+F+ spanish fly)(MF mF Spanish Fly)(mf mfF MF first spanish Fly)(Fm+ MF oral mild bd)(MmF+f mild bd)(Mf mf M+f+ anal group)(FfM+ MF anal oral group)(MF mf BM+F+ interr oral anal)(Mf MF first oral)(mfF oral anal)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1998 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

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

    The following work is of a sexual nature.  If you have not yet reached the 
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or 
guardians review this material before you continue.  Censoring the material a 
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the 
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind.  Having said that; 
the following story is pure fantasy.  It didn't happen, probably could never 
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person(s) who attempt to 
make it happen.  All the characters were created by the author and none of 
them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this wonderful 
world we inhabit.  We are all created by a wonderful process called sexual 
intercourse.  That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason we have 
filled this world with our children.  While the creator probably did so for a 
reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that accompany 
the basic act.  Sex should have a happy ending, whether with yourself or with 
a partner.  That this is sometimes not the case can only be the fault of the 
participants.  Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to the 
usual.

         If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
                             (MF violence divorce)
                              (M+F+ spanish fly)
                              (MF mF Spanish Fly)
                         (mf mfF MF first spanish Fly)
                             (Fm+ MF oral mild bd)
                               (MmF+f mild bd)
                            (Mf mf M+f+ anal group)
                           (FfM+ MF anal oral group)
                         (MF mf BM+F+ interr oral anal)
                              (Mf MF first oral)
                               (mfF oral anal)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    He'd been sitting in his car in the parking lot for over twenty minutes.  
Five minutes had passed since they entered the apartment or condo or townhouse 
or whatever you call it.  He got out of his car and slowly made his way to the 
front door.  It was locked.  After all, they weren't total fools.  He wasn't a 
big man but when he kicked the door just to the right of the door knob with 
his heel; the door burst open.  He stood there, surprised by his strength.

    The woman was on her knees on the couch, her skirt bunched up around her 
waist.  The man's trousers had fallen down, around his ankles.  Both of their 
heads turned at the sound of the door bursting open.  The man turned to face 
him, his penis engorged with blood, spurting semen.  He noticed the woman 
wasn't wearing any undergarments, maybe the man took them off ?  His 
concentration wavered a bit as he stared at the woman's gaping vulva, swollen 
and red.  His first shot hit the man in the shoulder as he walked into the 
room.  He continued firing.  The second shot hit the man in the chest.  He 
stood over him and fired the third shot into the man's face and then the forth 
shot into his groin where his penis had reverted to it's flaccid state.

    The red headed woman was screaming and scrambling off the couch.  She 
scooped up her purse and found the Saturday night special rather quickly, 
considering the circumstances.  Two quick shots sounded and her husband fell 
to the floor.  She stared at the two men on the floor, raised the pistol to   
her mouth and caressed the barrel with her lips for a moment before blowing 
the top of her head off.

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    "Hey !  Surfer dude...Need your help in the bedroom."

    Timmy Haggerty heard the, "Hey !  Surfer dude..."  The rest was just 
gibberish.  He was sweeping up a mess the painters made in the front room.  He 
leaned the broom up against the wall of the empty room and walked toward the 
bedroom.

    "Timmy, how about climbing up into the attic and checking to see if 
there's anything up there."

    "Aw !  What the fuck do we have to do that for ?"

    "Hey !  Man, we're supposed to check out the entire condo and make repairs 
as necessary.  Plus the longer we're here, the more we get paid.  Now, just 
climb up on my back and get your ass into the attic and look around."

    Timmy did as he was told and was soon alone in the attic.  It was dark and 
hot.  Even though it was just mid-March, the temperature in the attic was over 
eighty degrees.  His asshole boss didn't even give him a flash light - how the 
fuck was he supposed to see shit up here in the dark ?

    His eyes slowly accustomed themselves to the dark.  Timmy moved away from 
the hole in the attic floor and began to search - for what - he had no idea ?  
Over in a far corner of the attic was a very dark shadow.  Timmy moved toward 
it.

    "Hey !  What's taking you so long ?"

    "Fuck you, Butch.  It's fucking dark up here.  Be a lot easier if I had a 
flash light."

    Timmy continued to move toward the corner of the attic until he ran into a 
cardboard box.  He felt the box with his hands and found it covered with dust.  
He was very careful as he opened it and peered inside.  He couldn't see shit 
and was about to yell something down to Butch when his hands felt something 
interesting.  There were two jars in the box plus a note book and several VCR 
tapes.

    "Not a fucking thing up here, Butch."

    "Well...then, get your ass out of the attic.  It's almost quittin' time, 
Timmy."

    Much later that evening Timmy was back at the condo with his back pack on.  
The rent-a-cop at the gate was an asshole and hassled Timmy for about three 
minutes before letting him inside.  Timmy told him he forgot his jacket that 
afternoon when he left the site.  He entered the condo, dropped his back pack 
to the floor and quickly removed a flash light and his jacket.  He was back 
into his back pack and up into the attic in no time.  He packed the contents 
of the card board box into his back pack and was back into the condo bedroom 
in under a minute.  He put his jacket on over his back pack and casually 
walked back out to where the rent-a-cop was guarding the entrance.  Timmy 
Haggerty was back home and closeted in his room, less than an hour after he 
left.  His parents never knew he left the house.

    Timmy examined the contents of his back pack.  The jars were used 
mayonnaise jars, cleaned and filled with pills.  One jar had pink pills in it, 
the other blue.  The blue pills were about half the size of the pink pills.  
The note book was filled with pages of neatly subscribed notes.  There were 
five VCR tapes.  Timmy figured he'd have to plan a good deal to view the VCR 
tapes as his family only had one and it was in the front room.  Something told 
him he wouldn't want his parents looking over his shoulder while he watched 
these tapes.

    Timmy got dressed for bed and brushed his teeth.  He then settled on the 
bed and began reading.  The first ten pages or so were filled with equations 
and chemical symbols that Timmy could hardly understand.  He got bored, 
reading the shit and fell asleep without really understanding what he had 
discovered.  Tomorrow morning was Sunday and Timmy was going to be up at the 
crack of dawn, surfing an early South swell hitting the beaches of Orange 
County, California.

    His discovery didn't seem that important to him so it was Wednesday 
evening before Timmy got back to the note book.  He skipped over the pages 
with the chemical symbols and started on the page titled "Clinical Trials."  
In less than ten minutes he had a ragging hardon and was planning on skipping 
school Friday to watch the tapes.  There was no doubt in Timmy's mind; he had 
discovered a gold mine and was already planning on how to milk it dry !

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

                                  Subject #1

    My first piece of ass...blonde...not bad looking...nice tits...blonde 
bush.  Was a wild woman...couldn't keep up with her...came three times...once 
in her cunt...once in her mouth and once in her ass.  Got hard again but 
didn't cum...cock sore for three days.  Have to cut the formulae.  Evaluation 
worthless.

                                  Subject #2

    Gorgeous...Short dark hair...nice tits...dynamite ass...trimmed bush.  Got 
the formulae right...fucked her three times and came on her face.  One more 
test before I try the stuff myself.  Cock sore again for about three days.

                                  Subject #3

    Long, light brown hair...not much of a body.  So hot on the stuff, I 
caught her fingering herself in the bar restroom.  Blew the first load into 
her face while she was sitting on the john and then fucked her.  Interrupted 
by a guy wanting to use the head...left her...she serviced three guys while I 
watched !  This shit is fantastic...next time I use it too !

                                  Subject #4

    Older woman...Brown hair...biggest tits I've ever seen...a little saggy 
but fucking huge.  Took the pill when we got in the car and had a ragging 
hardon, probably because she was stroking it all the way to the motel.  Don't 
remember a fucking thing after we got naked...Woke up around midnight and 
found her covered with blood...freaked out and split...checked on her later at 
the diner and found her ok !  Cock sore for about a week...Have to cut the 
formulae !!

                                  Subject #5

    Blonde...nice tits...blew the first load in her mouth and all over her 
face.  Fucked her three more times and blew another load in her mouth...then 
fucked her again.  Some what in control but still need to lower the dosage.  
Cock sore for four days afterward.  Getting there !

                                  Subject #6

    Dark haired...good looking...found her in the supermarket...blew me in the 
parking lot...made it to her place and fucked her three times...once in the 
ass.  A real hot chick !  Gave great head...she swallowed another load, too !  
In total control.  She asked me to call her.  Cock a little sore...I think 
it's perfect !

                                  Subject #7

    The woman I interviewed with, Ms. Jean deVoss.  Graying hair...a large 
bust...trimmed her bush.  Fucked her...pumped a load on her face...came on her 
tits and fucked her again until she couldn't hold still.  Figured what the 
fuck, she's not going to hire me anyway.  The job offer freaked me out and I 
guess Jean deVoss will be the first woman I do it with twice ??

                                  Subject #8

    Nancy something...platinum blond...small tits...great ass !  Not that 
experienced...never sucked cock before.  Blew the first load on her 
face...came in her cunt twice...blew a load on her skirt and then fucked her 
in the ass.  Had to go to work afterward and could hardly function...cock felt 
like it had been in a meat grinder...got her number...want to see her again.

                           Subjects #9, 10, 11 & 12

    Company picnic...Teddie something was the first...fucked her on a picnic 
table while another couple fucked at the other end...switched places with the 
guy and fucked his wife while he fucked Teddie.  Doris was her name and she 
was black...a first.  Then fucked two checkers and had them suck my cock while 
the orgy continued.  Can't believe how well "sex" works.  Only used two pills 
and four women were out of control...maybe cut the dosage again ??

                              Subjects # 13 & 14

    Mother and daughter...both blonde.  Caught the daughter getting herself 
off in her bedroom and had her blow me, then ate her blonde haired pussy and 
filled her tight little cunt with cum...blew another load in her mouth and was 
in the process of fucking her again when mother got home.  Was going to split 
but found the mother drank the rest of the soda pop and was hot for some cock.  
Ate her on the breakfast table and then fucked her for a bit but hardly got 
off...shouldn't have done the daughter so much.  Ha !  Ha !

                                 Subject #15

    Jean deVoss' admin. asst...Janet Springfield.  Small, young lady...dark 
hair...tits as big as her boss...shaved pussy.  Fucked her three or four times 
and came in her mouth twice.  She blew me again the next day for lunch without 
"Sex."  Fucked her for three days straight...bought a video camera and filmed 
a couple of nights...then got tired of her.  Last night told her it was 
over...asked me to fuck her twice in ten minutes and I haven't given her "Sex" 
in two days.  Met Jean de Voss in parking lot the next day...took her to a 
bar.  Jean was obviously hot to fuck but I slip her "Sex" anyway...took her 
home and out walks a very naked Janet.  The two of them damn near killed me 
but they did spend a lot of time eating and sucking each other...what a turn 
on...and I got it on tape !!

                              Subject # 16 & 17

    I'd been handing "Sex" out to a few guys in every bar I visited and I was 
visiting a lot.  I figured the formulae was perfect so I wanted a little 
unbiased view.  After two weeks of nothing - all of a sudden a little nibble.  
I'm positive the slow response is because they realize they're on to something 
big and want to be cool about it.  This Chinese cocktail waitress, kind of 
like a joke, asks me if I'm the man with the magic pills.  I laugh but in a 
few minutes, admit I've got lots of magic pills...We end up at my place and 
she spends the night.  Another first time at bat - "around the world" - in her 
cunt, ass and mouth.  A week later she brings a delicious partner and I fuck 
her tight, almost hairless cunt until it's swollen and red - Fuck !  I was a 
wild man again.  Maybe this shit grows on you ?

                                 Subject #18

    This friend of Nancy's...Janice...tall...slim, not much bust.  Great ass 
and the nastiest woman I've ever met.  Did it all with her the first time - 
she was egging me on to do more.  In the cunt, ass and mouth, also came in her 
face but it was the fourth squirt and didn't amount to much.  Saw her three 
times the first week - each time she was hornier than the last.  She told me 
after one morning fuck fest that she was on the way to see her tennis buddy, 
now !  I imagined she fucked his brains out too ?  Pumped her the following 
week for an intro to Barbara Thorpp.  I could tell she wasn't too happy about 
it but pressed her hard.  She agreed as long as I promised to leave her 
daughter alone.

                                 Subject #19

    Another of Nancy's friends...Lynn...A real stacked blonde...natural too !  
Her eye brows are a real wispy straw color.  Like I said, I had been handing 
out some of the pink pills and now was meeting the first guy who seemed to 
know what I was handing out.  He went on and on about how hot it made his 
fiancée.  Told him to pick out a woman in the bar and we'd both fuck her this 
afternoon at the John Wayne...if that's what he wanted.  He looked around and 
said, "How about the blonde with the big tits ?"  I looked over and there was 
Lynn saying good-by to a man.  I was positive it was her husband.  I walked 
confidently over to her and introduced myself to her husband.  After a few 
minutes, he left.  I slid in beside her and told her I had a friend...could he 
come and join us ?  Twenty minutes later the guy, I'm with...Barney...is 
playing with her tits in the booth.  I break them up...Barney is 
registering...up the elevator...He's pulling off her clothes...I'm out of 
mine...She's a natural blonde all right...Nice hairy pussy...a little heavy in 
the hips and thighs...Barney is down on the bed with her...He's no where near 
as big as I am but she's panting and bellowing like crazy.  As soon as he's 
done, I climb aboard and fuck her for twenty minutes straight.  I came three 
times and her cunt looked like a swamp with all the cum that was draining out 
of it.  Barney and I fucked her five times between us and we both got a blow 
job.  Is this great or what ?!

                                 Subject #20

    Mrs. Robert Thorpp...Janice made me work for it.  She called every morning 
for a week and demanded to be fucked or I'd never get to meet Barbara.  I 
didn't like being on the short end of the stick so I planned a little surprise 
for Janice.  The last two times I left her place, I ran into her 
daughter...Just like her mother...tall, slim, dark hair.  I overheard her 
trying to get some dope from a friend.  I talked her into meeting me after 
school the following day and took her to the beach.  In the car, I taught her 
to blow me and then took her home with cum all over her face and blouse.  
Anyway, after that I got the invite and during lunch with Janice and Barbara, 
asked Barbara for a ride home.  Jackpot !  Got it on film and it looks great, 
if I say so myself.  Mailed it yesterday.

                          ##### Testing ended #####

                                    Notes

    Just a couple of notes:  Figure that if anybody reads this I'm not 
around...Probably shot by some jealous husband...Ha !  Ha !  Right now I'm 
getting too much pussy to write anything...quit my job and have women all over 
me, all the time.  They give me money, jewelry, you name it, they give it to 
me.  Also selling a lot of the shit at $10 a pill - never the blue ones 
though.  Noticed the other day that I'm not even giving "Sex" to them and 
they're hot for it - must be word of mouth.  Have noticed the formulae appears 
to work better if you tease the woman with what you're going to do with them - 
it drives them wild.  One woman, I'd only met once, came up to me at the 
tennis club and asked if I was free that afternoon but I was with Barbara and 
didn't intend giving her up for some unknown.  Got another date with Thorpp's 
wife this p.m. - have turned her into a raving nymphomaniac - looking forward 
to it.  Just remember the pink one is for girls and the blue one is for boys.  
Enjoy !

    Timmy could hardly wait to watch the tapes...

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

    Retired Lieutenant Colonel Dale Haggerty drove like a mad man through the 
high desert South of Las Vegas.  He was finally on the last leg of his trip.  
He had a bottle of Jack Daniel's between his legs and was just keeping up with 
traffic at seventy-five.  He had the hard top behind the front seat and the 
trunk was full of his possessions.  Dale was hoping some fresh air would sober 
him up a little before he arrived at his brother's.  He noticed the 
temperature was ninety-seven as he cruised through Baker.  Jesus !  It was 
hotter than hell here and it was only early May.

    Last night was a blur of drinking, gambling, more drinking and more 
gambling.  He'd spent three days in Las Vegas.  He only planned on spending 
one.  But during that "one" night in town; met a young lady who guaranteed 
that she'd show him a great time his entire stay.  The first night didn't go 
too well because Dale got so fucking drunk he passed out as soon as he hit the 
bed.  He was surprised to find "Shelly" still there the next morning.  The 
money he gave her, to sleep with him, was still on the night stand.

    "What are you still doing here...I would have thought you'd have left long 
ago ?"  Dale's head was splitting.

    "Who's Donna ?"  He didn't answer her.  She'd been sitting in the stuffed 
chair across the room before getting up to get him a glass of water and a 
couple of aspirin.  He gulped down the water and the pills.  "Well, I 
considered it but thinking about last night...Well !  I had damn good 
time...Dinner...Dancing.  It's not often a girl, like me, meets a guy willing 
to treat it like a date instead of just a fuck.  So when you passed out...I 
decided to see if you were game for tonight ?"

    Dale looked at her through blood shot eyes.  "We do anything ?"

    "I told you, we had dinner and you took me dancing and then gambling..."

    "No !  I mean; when we got back here..."

    The girl shook her head back and forth.  "By then, Dale, you had drank 
just about every bottle of Jack Daniel's in Clark County.  You hit the bed and 
crashed."

    Dale looked disappointed, rolled over and told her to wake him at two.  
God !  She looked a lot like his wife...ex-wife, he should say.  This whore, 
though, had more integrity that his ex-wife.  Catches her "red handed" with 
some young F-15 squadron commander, coming out of a motel in the middle of the 
afternoon.  A week later, he leaves on temporary duty and catches the same guy 
walking up the street and into his house...Dale stayed at his neighbor's house 
across the street and got it all on video - her meeting him at the door - 
embracing him at the door.  He could only imagine what else they did ?

    Dale married Donna over twenty-three years ago...Didn't meet her until he 
was a Captain at Squadron Officers School.  She'd hang out at the officer's 
club on Friday nights.  They started dating and married six months later.  
Marriage wasn't exactly what Dale thought it would be.  He'd done very little 
dating since college - in fact, hadn't done any.  All the sex he'd gotten; he 
paid for.  Southeast Asia was an "adult" Disneyland...And Dale took full 
advantage of it.

    Donna was nowhere near as hot in bed as she looked...A big blonde - 
natural too !  Tits like watermelons and a blonde curly bush that drove him 
wild.  She'd parcel out sex like it was a prize at the carnival though and 
Dale relegated himself to a life of "waxing his pole" three or four times a 
week.  He laughed to himself, thinking how disappointed the F-15 fuck was 
going to be.....

    .....Shelly was shaking him.  After shaving and showering, he felt half 
alive and after a couple of shots of "Jack," was ready to party.  Dinner was 
grand, the dancing divine; they gambled until almost dawn and on the way back 
to his hotel; Dale got on the floor of the cab and gave Shelly head for about 
ten minutes...That is until they pulled up in front of his hotel.  The doorman 
had a hard time suppressing the grin on his face and Dale was real pissed 
because he felt that Shelly was just about to get off.

    Once in the room, he stripped off his clothes and promptly passed out on 
the bed.  Shelly, again, spent the night in the stuffed chair.  She woke 
before he did and crawled up on the bed with him.  He was sleeping without the 
covers and his cock was clearly visible, nestled in a forest of dark pubic 
hair.  His chest was covered with it, thick, almost black.  She started at his 
knee and worked her mouth up to where she could have licked his testicles if 
she wanted too.  His cock hadn't stirred.  When she was half way up his other 
thigh, she saw his cock twitch.  Shelly smiled.  She was going to suck this 
guy's brains out through the head of his cock; maybe then he wouldn't get so 
drunk - thinking of what he would get when they got back to his room.  God !  
Did he give her some good head last night ?!  Most of the guys who went down 
on her, did it just to turn themselves on - some even came while they were 
eating her.  Dale was certainly different.  There was no doubt in her mind 
that he was trying to get her off and if they...She laughed and continued 
trying to arouse him.

    When she reached his balls this time, her tongue slithered out of her 
mouth and made contact with his testicles.  His penis lurched.  She breathed 
on his ball sack and watched as his cock started to stand on it's own.  She 
heard him utter a moan.  She grasped some of his pubic hair with her teeth and 
pulled.  She heard, "Oooh.."  Her tongue was at the base of his cock, which 
had plopped over onto his stomach, when he rose to his elbows.

    His eyes were bloodshot as shit and she was afraid he was going to tell 
her to get lost.  Instead he plopped back down on his back and whispered, 
"Don't kill me."  She laughed and gobbled up the head of his dick.  He was 
pretty hung, Shelly thought.  Well, maybe not hung but he definitely had a 
nicely shaped penis.  She figured him to be, maybe seven inches...but the 
shape is what got her.  His erect cock grew up out of his groin and curved 
back toward his stomach, the knob of his dick head poking into his stomach 
just above where his pubic hair started to get real thick.

    Shelly pulled it down, starting to run her tongue around the head of his 
dick.  She was curious as to what he would feel like, buried in her.  Would 
she be able to feel the curve of his cock ?  She revised up her estimation of 
his penis length, maybe eight ?

    "Dale, your cock's fun to suck on...want me to climb on ?"

    "Just keep sucking...Please."  The "please" was long and drawn out.  
Shelly went back to his cock.  Dale's head was pounding.  He figured his head 
ache would disappear after she started blowing him.  God !  He hadn't had a 
blow job like this since...When ?  He could hardly remember, maybe Vietnam ?  
When he was a lieutenant and a "War" hero.  Her head was bobbing over his 
groin.  Her blond hair bouncing about his genitalia.  He was getting 
close...Oh !  So close.  He let go and his semen rushed out the head of his 
cock.  He felt Shelly pull her mouth off of him after the first two or three 
spurts.  He cried out, "Deborah..." looked up and saw semen leaking out of 
Shelly's mouth, dribbling onto her blouse.

    He didn't know how long he slept and was sure Shelly would be gone by now. 
Calling out another woman's name as you blow your load into a lady's mouth is 
probably not even considered kosher with a whore.

    He was wrong.  She was sitting in the chair all dressed up...ready to go 
"party."  He struggled into the bathroom and got ready.  The night was just 
about identical to the previous two.  He woke the next morning with her 
blowing him again.  He reached over to the night stand and took a swig of 
whiskey.

    "Get naked, Shelly...I want to see you naked."  She got to her knees and 
off came the blouse.  She had a nice set of tits, nothing like his "ex" but 
nice.  She stood and dropped her skirt and panties.  The panties were one of 
those "g" string things.  He'd bought his "ex" a couple of those over the 
years but she had never worn them.  Shelly dropped the bra and was now naked.  
She rubbed her lower stomach, just above the small triangle of dark pubic hair 
at the juncture of her thighs.  He'd thought she was a natural blonde.

    Dale struggled to pull his shirt off and she leaned over to help him.  His 
hands went to her breasts and then his mouth.  She was over him and was 
guiding his cock to her cunt.  She ran the head of his dick up and down the 
shaved lips of her vagina then sat on his bowed cock and rubbed her cunt lips 
up and down then.  He was thrusting already and she was sure this was going to 
be a short ride.  She pushed his cock back and slid it into her cunt.  Oh !  
It did feel different and she started bucking on him.  He pulled her down and 
started biting her neck, his hands on her ass...Thrusting his cock in and out 
of her at an amazing speed.

    Dale was concentrating as hard as he could on the pain in his head.  His 
cock felt fucking great.  Shelly was by no means tight but as tight as his 
"ex" after two children.  He was really giving her a ride and was hoping 
beyond hope that he could get her off.  He used to play this game in Vietnam, 
trying to get the whores off before he came in them.  Shelly's sat up on him 
to slow him down, her brown areolae and nipples had shrunk...They were almost 
tiny little nubs on her breasts which over flowed his hands while he pawed 
her.  She was bucking against him and starting to breath through her mouth.  
Her nostrils flared as if she couldn't get enough air.  He fucked her faster 
and watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest.  He increased his 
tempo again and was starting to grunt and groan as he thrust himself up and 
down on the bed.

    Shelly hadn't been fucked like this in a long - long time.  She was going 
to have a very pleasant orgasm if Dale kept fucking her the way he was.  Oh !  
Shit !  Here it comes !  "Oooooh...Fuck...Daleeeee...Fuck me...I'm cummmming 
like crazy !"  And she was.  She threw her head back and wailed, her neck 
muscles taunt and chorded.  Her thighs were tensed up, squeezing his waist and 
hips.  His cock felt like a long curved pipe was fucking in and out of her.  
She was sore and couldn't remember the last time a guy made her sore, 
especially just fucking her once.  She felt her cunt become flooded with his 
jizzim.  It was soaking his pubic hair.  Her crotch felt like a swamp.

    Dale felt his semen dribbling out of her.  She was still breathing heavily 
and was now lying still on his chest, her legs still under her.  He thrust up 
into her a couple of more times.  He just realized that he was breathing hard.

    When he thrust the third time, she raised herself.  Her tits were dangling 
below her and he reached up and captured one of her flaccid nipples in his 
mouth.  "Dale...We've got to find you a better mouth wash than Jack Daniel's."

    He laughed and started thrusting again.  She was sloppy wet and he had 
lost most of his hardness.  He kept thrusting until she moved off him and 
started sucking his cock.  His penis was bright and shinny with his cum and 
her wetness although he felt it was mostly his semen.  He said one word, maybe 
it was two ? "Sixty-nine."

    Shelly rotated her rear end to his head and put a knee on either side of 
his face.  Her mouth never left his cock.  She was just teasing it a bit to 
try and get some blood back into his penis.  His attack on her cunt shocked 
her.  He covered her entire mound with his lips and now she felt his tongue 
snaking all over her slimy cunt lips...Her clitoris...Her labia...Her cunt, 
driving his tongue in and out of her - his tongue felt like a small cock.  
Shelly was getting turned on again and started sucking Dale with a passion.

    Dale could feel his cock get hard and flexed his ass to pump more blood to 
his member.  He had Shelly's ass spread wide and was teasing her puckered, 
little asshole.  It was surrounded by quite a few short dark hairs that he 
tried to comb away from her anus.  He got tired and finally plunged his tongue 
into her ass.

    Shelly's head snapped out of his groin and she started yelling, "Oooh !  
Dale...Yes...eat my cunt...My ass...Aaaaahhhhh !"  She sat her ass right on 
his face but that didn't stop his tongue from slipping in and out of her 
asshole.  She finally rolled away from him but he came with her and then got 
to his knees.

    "Come on, Shelly...Lets' fuck again."  He was stroking his dick and Shelly 
had no doubt that he could get it in her.  He leaned down and kissed her 
nearest breast and coaxed her over on her stomach.  In just a split second and 
quick, like a cat, he was behind her, pulling her to her knees and sliding his 
cock into her.  He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass 
cheeks.  She could feel his cock getting harder, growing right up into her 
stomach and then he started fucking her and didn't stop until she had cum 
about a dozen times.  She hardly felt the thumb he had reamed into her asshole 
but faintly remembered she came real hard just after he poked it into her.

    When she woke, he was gone.  There was a thousand dollars, in hundreds, on 
the night stand.  On the top bill was written, "Had a great time, Shelly.  See 
you soon.  Dale."

    Dale accelerated to eighty-five to pass a semi.  He was embarrassed at 
having gotten so drunk with Shelly but boy !  Was this morning great.  The 
best fucking he'd done in...twenty-something years.  Donna...his trophy 
wife...Looked hot but unfortunately was not as hot as she looked...He happened 
on her and the F-15 guy by accident...A few years after they first got married 
he started bleeding inside.  The air force couldn't find a cause and took him 
off flying status - death for a pilot.  Ten years later it happened again but 
this time the air force found the problem and declared him eligible to fly 
again.  The only problem was that he could no longer compete with his peers in 
the flying arena.  He stayed in maintenance, got checked out to fly some 
functional check flights and continued to get promoted with his peers still in 
the flying game.

    He'd been flying a light twin engine on his own for the last year and 
every Tuesday morning would sneak off base and take a lesson toward his A.T.P.  
Oh !  He didn't want to fly for the airlines, he doubted his six hundred or so 
hours would make him very competitive - just like his military record hadn't 
made him competitive enough for full colonel.  Maybe, he'd pilot a light twin 
over the Grand Canyon or Hawaii ??  He hadn't decided.  Anyway, returning to 
base that morning, he had to detour because of some construction - right by 
the Best Western and there was his wife's car.  He parked and watched...then 
planned the phony T.D.Y.  The same guy was over in less than a half hour after 
he drove out of the driveway.

    He confronted her...She laughed at him, "what in the world are you talking 
about ?"  He offered to take her back, "Let's retire together...Start over 
again...Right now !"  Donna refused, told him she wanted to stay with the air 
force.  Dale laughed.  The air force had really sold that line.  He was 
surprised people still swallowed it...What was he saying ?  They had treated 
him pretty fair.  They spent two days dividing up their belongings.  Dale 
didn't want much - his clothes - a TV - some speakers he got in S.E.A.

    When they met at their lawyers office, she showed up with her own female 
attorney and the woman started talking about laws and custom, so forth and so 
on.  He got tired of the bullshit and looked at Donna, "I thought you and I 
had this all settled, Donna ?"

    She refused to look him in the eye and the female lawyer cautioned him 
about threatening her client.  Dale asked "their" lawyer if he had a VCR.  The 
lawyer pointed to the wall.  Dale casually walked over and turned it on.  He 
popped in the tape and then narrated the action, mentioning that he had an eye 
witness.  He wanted everything but the clothes on her back or this got 
delivered to the air force.

    "Your twin-tailed sissy pilot will find his career in the shitter in about 
three hours."

    Dale left with the divorce decree and immediately called a broker to get 
rid of all the furniture, pots and pans - all the shit he wasn't going to need 
where he was going...Where that was, he wasn't quite sure yet but spending a 
few days at his brother's would clear that up !!??

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

    Timmy Haggerty was up before the sun even thought about showing up.  As he 
slipped on his wet suit, he could hardly wait to see his uncle's reaction.  He 
hadn't been working weekends for nothing.  He'd saved every dime and bought 
his uncle an old, long board and wet suit.  Timmy figured his uncle would be 
stoked to get back in the waves again...Help him forget about his divorce.  
Maybe even encourage him to stay in Orange County and take him on surfin' 
safaris like he did when he was teaching Timmy to surf.

    Wow !  Were those great times !  That Summer his uncle came to visit - 
every morning he woke Timmy before the sun came up...Prodding him on with, 
"You can't soar with the eagles if you stay up all night with the turkeys !"  
Timmy laughed at that thought as he headed down the hall...And what better 
teacher than his uncle - the only un-sponsored finalist in the old United 
States Surfing Championships in 1965 - right up there with Corky Caroll, David 
Nuuhiwa, Mike Doyle - real heroes in the surfing world.

    His grandmother had shown him the pictures she took.  Dale standing on the 
nose, sliding along, almost effortlessly.  He always got real excited when he 
saw those pictures and listened to the stories his grandmother would tell him.  
He could tell in the photos how excited her and grandpa were.  In the after 
contest photos, Dale always had his arm wrapped around the most unbelievable 
girl with the biggest hooters.  Timmy'd had many fantasy's about her.  Grandma 
told him that Deborah was Dale's steady girl.

    Timmy burst through the door and found Uncle Dale passed out on the floor, 
still dressed in the same shit he was wearing the night before.  Timmy had 
never seen Uncle Dale so drunk.  Towards the end of the evening he was sippin' 
straight from the bottle - didn't even bother pouring it into a glass.  Maybe, 
this wasn't such a hot idea ?

    Timmy got down on his knees and whispered into Dale's ear, "You can't soar 
with the eagles if you stay up all night with the turkeys !"

    There was no response from Dale.  Timmy whispered louder.  After the third 
try, he jumped up, flicked on the light and almost yelled, "Come on, you 
turkey, get your fat ass off the floor and let's go surfing !"

    Dale jerked awake and squinted into the lighted room.  "Who the fuck was 
this ?"  He wondered.  He finally made out Timmy, standing over by the light 
switch.  "What the fuck time is it ?"

    "Zero Four forty-five...Uncle Dale...can't soar with the eagles if you 
stay up all night drinking Jack with the fucking turkeys !  Now get your ass 
off the floor.  I want to be in the line up before the sun hits the first 
wave."  He laughed, thinking of how often his uncle had used that line on him.  
At first it was hard because he wasn't very good and really didn't enjoy 
surfin' or "sliding" as his uncle called it.  But after he caught his first 
wave all by himself and rode it all the way to the shore, he was hooked and 
was often dressed and ready to go before his uncle came to wake him.

    "Go away, Timmy...Come back later...There'll always be more waves - 
tomorrow."  Dale rolled over and almost immediately started to snore.

    Timmy walked over and dropped the wet suit over his head.  He got to his 
knees, put his face right next to Dale's wetsuit covered head and in a normal 
voice said, "Remember all the times you told me if I didn't have my shit 
together...You'd go without me ?  Well...You've got five minutes to meet me 
out in the station wagon.  I worked all Spring to buy you a surfboard and wet 
suit...You're not out in the station wagon in five minutes...I'm leavin' and I 
won't ever come to get you again...understand...Dale."

    Timmy was waiting in the station wagon with the engine running.  His 
speech was almost word for word what Dale had told him ten years ago on the 
second or third morning he came to get him, when Timmy told him to get lost. 
Timmy glanced at his watch...Two minutes to go.  The door to the garage burst 
open and Dale staggered out.  His hair looked like a scarecrow's, his eyes - 
puffy and blood shot.  He was trying to get his wet suit on over his shoulders 
and whispered rather loudly, "Don't leave...I'm coming !"

    The morning was a disaster.  Dale slept most of the way to the beach and 
only woke as they entered the parking lot.  Timmy had his board out of the 
back and was waxing up before Dale fully came awake.  A small two, maybe three 
foot swell was running.  Timmy figured it was perfect for Dale to get back 
into it and was sure he'd be "hot doggin'" after catching a couple of waves.  
Boy !  Was Timmy wrong !  Dale got swamped by a two foot shore break paddling 
out and looked as if he was going to call it quits, walking up the shore to 
retrieve his surfboard.

    One of Timmy's friends called over to him, "I thought you said this fucker 
was good !  My little brother could make it out today and he's only five.  The 
guy's a loser, Timmy."

    Timmy flipped the guy off and caught the next wave to shore.  Dale was 
sitting by the surfboard, his head in his hands.  He looked up at Timmy, his 
eyes still blood shot and swollen.

    "Aaah...Uncle Dale...You're kind of embarrassing me here.  I've told all 
my friends all about you and...then you kook out, just trying to paddle out.  
Now I realize you're not real young any more but you always told me that age 
makes you wise.  So how about using some of that wisdom and get your pussy ass 
out in the line up and catch a few waves...then we'll go home...Ok ?"

    Timmy didn't wait for an answer, just turned and paddled out into the 
surf.  Dale joined him about ten minutes later and in the next hour caught 
several waves.  He fell off on most of them, trying to turn or trim up the 
board but by the time they got back home, Dale was stoked and made Timmy 
promise to wake him up every morning.....

    .....Timmy rushed over to the condo's that were still being renovated.  
Every time he went to work now, he'd spend most of his time fighting off 
getting a hardon.  Those tapes were fucking dynamite !  He'd watched them time 
and time again, packing his bong with a little bud and laying back to watch 
this guy, with the big, fat cock, fuck and suck these women silly.  Shit, the 
first time he watched one he had to rush to the bathroom and spray a load in 
the shower after about the first five minutes.....

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

    .....Timmy would never forget that first tape.  It was his favorite.  It 
might have been because the woman had such big tits.  Jesus !  They were huge, 
large melons of tit flesh poked out of her chest, topped with the largest 
brown areolae and nipples that looked like marbles.  The guy, in the video, 
just had his pants on and was sucking on them.  The woman had her head thrown 
back and he had a hand in her cunt, rubbing it all around...And she was 
shaved.  Soon the guy got her down on her knees and she started licking and 
sucking his dick.  That's when Timmy had to rush to the bathroom.  She was 
still licking and sucking when he got back and continued until the guy pulled 
his dick out of her mouth and squirted, what seemed like, a gallon of cum on 
to her face.

    Next they were on the bed and the woman was riding this guy's cock like a 
jockey in a race.  All Timmy could see was her ass and cunt bouncing up and 
down on this guy's cock.  She had a lot of hair between the cheeks of her ass 
and the guy kept spreading her ass apart, giving the camera a fantastic view.  
Timmy could see her asshole nestled in all the hair.  This time the guy came 
in her cunt and Timmy watched his sticky, white semen leak out of her as he 
continued to pump his cock in and out of her.

    Later on, still in the fist tape, Timmy watched as the same guy fucked and 
sucked with two women.  The same one from the first part of the tape and an 
older woman.  They both sucked him off at the same time and even went 69 with 
each other for a while.  Timmy started to notice how the guy's cock never got 
soft, at least as far as Timmy saw.  He fucked these two ladies for over an 
hour - trading off - in the cunt - a little blow job for variety and he even 
fucked the old broad in the ass, or that's what Timmy thought as the guy was 
asking her if she "liked it in the butt ?"

    Right after that segment was a woman with platinum hair - or at least 
that's what it looked like - the lighting wasn't all that hot sometimes.  Her 
bush, though, was a dark brown or maybe black, again Timmy couldn't tell.  
Didn't have much in the tit department but looked like she had nice stiff 
nipples.  They always seemed to be hard, like the guy's cock.  He fucked the 
shit out of this woman after he came all over her face.  He thought the other 
women made noise when the guy fucked them - but this lady took the 
cake...Loved to bounce up and down on it.  He fucked her in the butt too !  
She told him that her cunt couldn't take it any more.

    Then the Chinese girl...Oh !  My God !  What tits that girl had !  She was 
the youngest one so far and Timmy imagined that it was him making her yell and 
scream all those wonderful words...

    "Yeaaaaa !  Fuck me...Fuck me...Fuck me !"

    "Faster...Faster...Faster...Fuck...I'mmmm cuming...still cumingggg !"

    "Oh !  Your cock tastes so good with my pussy juice on it and your 
cum...You gonna cum in my mouth ?"

    With that the Chinese girl licked the guy's cock like a popsicle.  Timmy 
was whacking like crazy.  He abruptly stood up and rushed to the 
bathroom...Shit !  Timmy unloosed another load of semen into the shower stall.  
Barely made it.

    When he got back the second tape was over.  "Shit !  Four hours (he'd fast 
forwarded through a lot of it because he got tired of watching this guy just 
ramming the shit out of these women) of the best porno he'd ever seen !  And 
he had three more tapes - twenty some hours in all...Maybe, I could rent them 
out ?  What am I thinking of ?  This shit is gold...Guy's would make copies 
and it'd be all over...Nah !  This is "private reserve" shit...Nobody but me 
is going to watch this shit."  Timmy thought as he packed the tape back in 
it's box.  "Maybe I could preview the third tape before my mom gets home ?"

    Timmy barely got the tape out of the VCR before his mother walked into the 
den.  He was so engrossed in the third VCR that he didn't hear the garage door 
swing open.  God !  Was this shit dynamite !?

    He had to wait a week to really get into the third tape but got a hardon 
every time he thought about the little he saw.  The same Chinese girl...This 
time with a friend.  Fuck they did everything !  Both girls sucking him 
off...Shit !  He came on both of their faces and they licked it off each 
other.  He filled the new Chinese girl first.  She was a lot smaller than her 
friend - small, little tits with real small, dark nipples.  She didn't have 
near as much hair on her pussy as her friend - almost none on her cunt lips.  
Timmy got a great view of the guy burying his cock in her almost hairless 
slit.  She yelled up a storm while he was fucking her and when he pulled out, 
shot his load all over her tits and stomach.  Timmy had to rush to the 
bathroom for the first time.

    The next woman had dark hair and almost no tits.  She also had the 
hairiest bush of any of the women, all dark and curly.  Timmy almost fast 
forwarded through it until he started to hear what the woman was saying, "Come 
on, stud.  Fuck my cunt...Really pound me with that big cock of yours."  Timmy 
forgot all about fast forward and settled down to watch the nastiest woman 
he'd ever seen.  Made some of the porno tapes, he'd seen, seem mild in 
comparison.  For two hours this woman begged and pleaded with this guy to do 
anything he wanted...Fuck her in the ass...Cum in her mouth...On her 
face...And the guy did !  He could see her asshole hair as the guy plowed his 
cock in and out of her butt.  The rim of her anus clinging to his cock as he 
dragged it out of her and then disappearing as he drove his cock back into 
her.  Timmy could even see the guy's cum leak out of her asshole after he 
came.  He never stopped fucking though and Timmy was confused.

    He stopped whacking his pud and sat back on the couch.  Timmy hadn't put 
it together until that very moment...The pills...It finally dawned on him !  
The pills !  The guy gives the pink pills to the women - they get hot and want 
to fuck.  Then the guy takes the blue pill and has a hardon for a couple of 
hours and uses it to fuck the living shit out of...Anyone he wants...Anyone !  
Timmy's hardon had not lost one tiny bit of it's hardness - all six and a half 
inches.  It was pretty skinny but he felt the length more than made up for it.  
He remembered seeing the small penis the quarterback had in the shower one day 
at school...Brenda made a big mistake dumping him for that "pencil dick."

    Timmy was still pissed about it.  She was a blonde beach beauty - a year 
older than he was.  They'd been going on and off since grammar school.  
Brenda's older brother was a hot surfer and used to take Timmy surfing when he 
was younger.  That's how he got to know Brenda.  He was the "stud" of the 
freshman class - going with a sophomore.  Then came his sophomore year when 
the varsity quarterback asked him if he was fucking Brenda.  He wasn't, but 
wasn't about to tell that asshole, so he made some smart-ass remark to Mr. 
Varsity Quarterback.  The quarterback leaned over and almost whispered, "Six 
weeks and she'll be fucking me."  Timmy looked at the guy like he was crazy.

    About two months later after the homecoming dance, which Timmy didn't 
attend, Timmy was getting a ride to school from the mother of the quarterback.  
They lived right down the street from the Haggerty's.  Anyway, the little 
sister of the quarterback, tells him, in the back seat of the car, that her 
brother is "fucking the brains out of Brenda...Two...Three times a night on 
weekends."  She caught them last week.  "Brenda was sucking on his dick !"  
Timmy consoled himself with the fact that "Mr. Quarterback" dropped her like a 
hot potato just before the junior-senior prom.  She was without a date and sat 
home alone.

    Timmy glanced up at the ceiling..."Sounds like you're pretty hot, Brenda 
but I'm going to make you hotter than you've ever been before..."  Then Timmy 
got scared.  What if something went wrong ?  What if he was wrong about the 
pills ?  Oh !  Fuck...I can't try these on myself.  In his drugged haze, Timmy 
wasn't thinking too clearly but after some supreme concentration he came up 
with a master plan.  What a genius, Timmy was !?

    He'd try it out on his uncle when he got here.  Shit !  He was a bachelor 
now and Timmy was thinking of all the stories his dad told about Uncle Dale, 
when he was in Vietnam.  Sounded like he was a real "ass bandit !"

    Oh ! Shit !  Then he'd have to tell him the whole thing...Unless...He 
could give it to his uncle and his mother and see what happens.  His mother 
was still a good looking woman...Plus Timmy caught her in a compromising 
situation a couple of years ago at a pool party......It was late and most 
everyone had left.  His dad told him to go look for his mother.  Timmy was 
just thirteen at the time but knew enough to know that what his mother and 
this other guy were doing was not on the up and up.  He was pretty sure the 
guy and his mom were fucking because of the sounds that were coming out of the 
changing room.  Timmy hid, watched and listened until they both came out.  The 
guy patted his mom on her bikini covered bottom and then headed out the other 
door.  Timmy followed the woman and when she got out into the light, confirmed 
that it was his mom.  Timmy figured that if she fucked around once...Doing it 
again wasn't going to make it any worse.....

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    Timmy and Dale were on their way home after taking some of Timmy's friends 
surfing at Camp Pendleton.  Dale had improved tremendously in the last two 
weeks.  He'd cut back on the "Jack," was ready to go every morning and 
although not quite up to 1965 standards, was getting there.  After dropping 
Timmy's friends off, Timmy packed his pipe and lit up.

    Dale looked over at him.  "Oh !  Now, you're a dope smoker ?"

    Timmy took a big hit off the pipe and squeaked out, "Aaah...Just like 
you're a 'Jack' drinker.  I like getting buzzed...Stoned...High...Just like 
you did at my age.  I've seen the pictures.  Don't bullshit me, Dale.  Grandma 
even smoked with you."  Timmy held out the pipe.  "Take a hit, Uncle Dale.  It 
might just chill you out enough so you don't need to drink half a bottle of 
'Jack' every afternoon.  Jesus...It takes you half an hour to warm up before 
you're worth a shit in the morning."

    "That's old age not 'Jack,' Timmy."

    "And that's bullshit, Uncle Dale.  Come on take a hit."

    Dale reached over and took a drag off the pipe.  A car horn brought him 
back to reality.  Dale accelerated through the intersection.  Timmy was 
laughing.  Dale took another hit.  Jesus !  This stuff was heavy duty shit.  
He remembered that sometimes when he was smoking "shit" back in the sixties; 
it'd take him a whole joint to get high.  In two drags he felt more stoned 
than he'd ever been.

    The two of them burst into the kitchen, stoned as shit.  Sally Haggerty, 
Timmy's mother - Dale's sister-in-law, was emptying the dish washer.

    "Well, how are the master surfers this morning ?"

    Dale and Timmy burst into gales of laughter and quickly left the house for 
the beach.  They sat on the sand and just goofed at all the people setting up 
their umbrellas, towels and picnic baskets.

    It was a warm Saturday afternoon in early June and the sea haze had burned 
off.  While the sun was not shinning brightly, it was very warm.  Timmy 
elbowed Uncle Dale and nodded over to a couple of bikini clad teenage girls 
who were laying out their towels about ten feet away.

    "How'd you like to get into those two, Dale ?"

    Dale glanced over at the young ladies and started laughing.  "You and I 
have about as much chance of getting some of that as I do of winning the 
Makaha Contest next year."  While neither Timmy or his Uncle were bad looking, 
both were short, compact men.  I guess you could call them the rugged out door 
type.  Timmy's hair was much lighter than Dale's and Timmy had no where near 
the amount of hair on his chest as Dale did.  They were handsome men but not 
the type to attract women right off the bat.

    Timmy kept staring at the young things down the beach and Dale wondered 
what the fuck he was doing talking about snatch with his nephew ?  Jesus !  
The kid was just sixteen.  He wondered if Timmy had a girl friend ?  Was he 
getting it on with her ?

    He let his mind wander back to Deborah all those years ago.....The love of 
his life.  They went together all through high school and while they only 
fucked once - they were both afraid of her getting pregnant - they did just 
about everything else.  Dale would eat her for hours at the drive-in or while 
they were parked at their favorite spot.  Deborah loved to suck his cock and 
after being driven wild by his active tongue in her snatch, would suck his 
dick like a wild woman and usually swallowed every drop of cum he had.

    While Dale stayed on the West Coast for his college years, Deborah moved 
back East and attended an Ivy League School.  He went to visit her during 
Spring Break that first year and that's when it ended.  She had moved out of 
the dorm and was living with two other girls and a couple of guys.  She'd gone 
hippie...And while Dale didn't mind smoking a little weed now and then, he 
thought the whole hippie scene was a bit phony - all the clothes and other 
shit that went along with drugs back then, just wasn't his "bag."  He was 
interested in flying airplanes and the only way he was going to get to do that 
was join the military.

    Deborah's friends laughed at him and told him he was fucked up in the 
head.  Dale didn't agree with them and argued a lot with the two guys who were 
living with Deborah and her roommates.  Deborah didn't appear to care one way 
or the other, probably because she was so stoned most of the time.  One 
afternoon after going to lunch, by himself, he returned to the house and 
happened on to one of the guys coming out of Deborah's room.  He was shirtless 
and zipping up his jeans.  The guy quickly slipped down the hall after saying, 
"Thanks, Deb."

    Dale stood in the doorway and found Deborah still in bed.  "What did he 
say ?"

    Deborah just gazed at him through blood shot, drug hazed eyes and blurted 
out, "Dale, honey, I'm on the pill...Want to jump in the shower and do it ?"  
She was nude and slowly got out of bed.   Dale could see her dark pubic hair 
was matted with, what he was sure was, semen.  She stood before him in all her 
naked beauty and put her hands up on top of her head.  Her breasts were thrust 
out at him - huge melons of ripe flesh, topped with large dark areolae and 
nipples that had hardened in the cold air.  Her thighs glistened just below 
her thick, dark pubic "V."

    Dale's blood rushed through his veins, hot and fast.  He could feel his 
pulse quicken and felt like there was a tight band around his forehead.  He 
knew if he stayed any longer, he'd probably kill the guy who just left her 
room.  He took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the room, out of the 
house and out of Deborah Dune's life forever.

    Dale fell back on the warm sand and gazed up at the sky.  He wondered what 
brought Deborah back into his thoughts ?  Maybe, the dope ?  He hadn't thought 
of her in decades.  Wonder where she is ?  What's she doing ?  Dale fell 
asleep on the warm sand.

    Timmy was positive Dale was interested in the young ladies.  Shit !  Who 
wouldn't be ?  They were hot little pieces of ass and if everything went 
according to plan - Timmy would have more than he could handle.  He laughed, 
fell back onto the sand and started soaking up rays.

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

    Timmy was nervous.  He was pacing his room.  His father had left, just as 
he figured he would, to attend a convention in San Francisco.  In fact, he 
left for the airport yesterday afternoon.  Timmy had been going to put his 
plan into action last night but chickened out.  Tonight was the night !

    It was a little after five and his mother and uncle were out on the patio 
having a cocktail.  Timmy wandered out and offered to get them another drink.  
They both held out their glasses.  He was back in a few minutes and told them 
he was going out, to "just hang out" for a while.  He'd be home early.  They 
both bid him good-by and off he went.  He drove down to the super market, 
parked the car and hot footed it back home.  As he was sneaking into the 
house, he broke into a cold sweat.  Fuck !  How was he going to know if it was 
working ?  Yo !  Timmy...They'll start fucking like rabbits, you stupid shit !  
He hid out in his room and waited for the action to start.

    Meanwhile back out on the patio.  "...didn't know better I would have 
thought you and Timmy were stoned this morning when you got back from 
surfing."

    Dale wondered what changed the subject ?  They had been talking about what 
plans Dale had for himself.  Dale was just as uncomfortable with that subject 
as he was with her question about dope.

    "Well...Sally...you did know better."

    She stared at him, her eyes wide.  He mouth came open but she didn't say 
anything.

    "You really didn't know Timmy was smoking the magic weed ?  He even left 
me a little for tonight...Listen to this, Sally.  'You know if mom becomes too 
boring.'"

    Sally finally said something, "Well, his father and I suspected that he'd 
dabbled in it a little.  After all the three of us weren't very shy about 
using it 'way back when' and we turned out ok."

    "Shit !  Sally, I only had a couple of drags off this thing he calls a 
bong and I was more stoned than I ever remember being 'way back when.'  You 
know how much this shit costs now a days.  Timmy said he could get me some.  
He told me it was $50 for a quarter.  I thought he was talking about a quarter 
pound...Thinking that prices had really come down since I was a kid...But no 
it's $50 for a quarter ounce."

    "Timmy really gave you some ?"

    "Yea...Why ?  You want to get stoned ?  Timmy gave me his back up pipe, 
'just in case.'"

    "Yea !  Why not...It might stop 'mom' from becoming too boring."  The two 
of them laughed and Dale got up to get the pipe from his room.

    Timmy was really sweating when he heard Dale walk down the hall.  Shit !  
They should be fucking like rabbits by now but here's Dale wandering around 
the house and he had no idea where his mother was ?  Timmy was scared shitless 
as he headed for his closet to hide, changed his mind and intercepted his 
uncle as he walked back down the hall toward the patio.

    "Timmy...What !?  I thought you were going out ?  Dale asked him, some 
what embarrassed to have his nephew catch him with the dope and pipe in his 
hand.  If Timmy noticed, he didn't say a word about it.

    "Uncle Dale...I've got to talk to you...Aaah...I put something in your 
drinks that's going to make you and mom fuck like rabbits.  I'm sorry...I was 
thinking...Oh !  Shit !  I don't know what I was thinking !"

    Dale looked at him and laughed.  "Hey !  Your mom's a good looking lady.  
I'm sure we'll have a great time...And if you have any more of that shit, I 
could probably use it.  I'm not too good at picking up ladies.  You still 
going out ?"

    Timmy just nodded and looked at his uncle a little strangely.  This must 
be a joke - right ?  Maybe, Dale'd already had a couple of hits off the pipe ?  
On the other hand, Dale was sure the kid had been smoking a little too much of 
the magic weed...Something that was going to make Sally and him fuck like 
rabbits !?  He continued on down the hall to the patio.

    Timmy stayed in his room for ten minutes.  Then he tip-toed down the hall 
and peeked around the corner into the den.  He could see them out on the 
patio, passing the pipe back and forth.  Oh !  Fuck !  Why did he give Dale 
the dope ?  The dope might fuck them up real bad combined with the stuff he 
put in their drinks.  He peeked again and noticed they'd hardly touched their 
drinks.  He wondered if his uncle would talk to his mother about meeting him 
in the hall and...all the rest.  Oh !  Jesus, he was embarrassed.  This was 
all fucked up !

    Sally started feeling flushed and kept having to wipe perspiration from 
her upper lip.  Dale was giggling at something she said but she couldn't 
remember what she said.  She started laughing.  Oh !  God !  Dale was right 
this shit is really good.  Wow !  She was so stoned.  Dale said something 
about this weed and the drinks were supposed to be aphro...des...eacks...Or 
something like that.  Timmy told him that.  She laughed like crazy thinking 
her son was much too young to be getting involved with sex.  He was her little 
boy.  She couldn't keep her legs still, kept opening and closing her knees.  
Her mind was far away...Thinking about that pool party three years ago.....

    She hardly remembered meeting Victor.  He was a friend of somebody's.  She 
never quite figured out who ?  She'd been drinking all afternoon and had a 
real good buzz on.  The party had thinned out and it was dark when she 
wandered back to the changing room to slip into her shift.  She remembered 
Victor seemed to appear out of nowhere.  At the time she wondered if he had 
followed her but discounted that immediately as she was at least six or seven 
years older than he was and that was giving her the benefit of the doubt.

    They chatted for a few minutes about how great the party was.  He was 
still in his trunks and she was still in her bikini, well maybe not a bikini 
but a two piece just the same.  Victor reached out and ran his hand up her arm 
to her shoulder.  She remembered looking at his hand as it rested on her bare 
shoulder.  When she looked back at him, he kissed her.  She could feel his 
tongue against her lips and teeth.  She opened her mouth and it invaded her 
mouth searching for hers.  The kiss lasted a long time and they were both 
breathless when it ended.

    "I don't think we need to be caught out here ?"  He laughed and guided her 
into the changing room.  She couldn't believe it - one kiss and she was more 
turned on than she'd been since she'd been in college when she first met her 
husband.  Her erect nipples were rubbing against her top and her vagina felt 
swollen and damp.  He kissed her again in the changing room.  His hands were 
running up and down her sides but he didn't touch her breasts.  He pressed up 
against her and she could feel his swollen member against her belly.

    Sally felt her bottoms being dragged down her thighs and now his hands 
were on her bare ass.  She was up against the wall - behind her, his hands 
were kneading her ass cheeks - in front of her, she felt his hard penis 
grinding against her lower belly and pubic hair.  He slid to the right just a 
bit and now he had a hand in her pubic hair, running a finger between the lips 
of her vagina.  She came, shuddering against his hand.  She came again when he 
slid a finger into her and this time it seemed to last for minutes.  They were 
still kissing and she needed more air.

    He broke the kiss and turned her to face the wall.  She felt her bottoms 
being dragged down to her feet and stepped out of them.  When he stood behind 
her she felt his naked, hard cock slide up and down the crack of her ass.  He 
whispered to her, "You've got the greatest looking behind I've ever seen."  He 
started biting her neck and shoulder while his hard penis found it's way into 
her pubic hair from behind and started to poke against her vagina.

    When the head of Victor's cock parted her lips and slid a bit inside her, 
she moaned loudly and thrust her ass back toward his invading penis.  Victor 
thrust forward and filled her with his manhood.  Sally dropped a hand to her 
mouth and bit it to keep quiet.  She cradled her forehead with her other arm 
and Victor started to move in her.  Slowly at first...Then faster.  His hands 
came off her hips because she was moving with him, thrusting her ass back as 
he thrust himself into her.  He pushed the cups up off her breasts and pinched 
and twisted her pebble, hard nipples.  She was very wet, almost sloppy.  Sally 
usually didn't get very wet during the sex act.  It must be because this was 
so illicit...So nasty...So fucking good !

    She started to cum, biting her hand harder and kept cuming as he filled 
her to over flowing.  His cum was dribbling out of her.  She could feel it 
roll down the inside of her thighs.  He was still thrusting in and out of her 
and biting her shoulder.  When he snaked his tongue up to her neck and 
frenched her ear, she came again.  Sally could hear a squishy noise and 
finally realized that it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding 
in and out of her.  A soft "plop...plop...plop" sound was almost drowned out 
by the squishy noise - his stomach bouncing off her plump behind.

    Victor finally stopped thrusting, long after he came in her.  He clung to 
her for a longer period, still licking and biting her neck and shoulder.  
Sally had several more small orgasms before he slipped out of her.  He helped 
her on with her bottoms and in the process kissed each cheek of her ass.  He 
promised to call her when he was next in town but Sally didn't believe that 
for a minute.

    Two weeks later, she damn near came when he called and couldn't answer 
fast enough when he asked her to come down and spend the afternoon with him in 
San Diego.  She was so scared when they entered the motel room but twenty 
minutes later was naked with his head buried between her legs.  Victor was 
eating her like she'd never been eaten before.  He rotated his body and rolled 
to his back, bringing her with him.  She was now on all fours above him and 
didn't need coaxing to gobble up his hard cock.  She blew him like she had 
never blown anyone before - licking and sucking, using her teeth, on his cock 
and his balls and was so surprised when he came in her mouth that she just 
kept on sucking until she swallowed most of his load.

    The affair lasted almost two years.  Once or twice a month, Victor would 
call and they'd spend the afternoon quenching each other's thirst.  Victor was 
a co-pilot for one of those discount air carriers and would bid on the trips 
to San Diego just to see Sally.  The affair would probably still be going on 
today if Victor hadn't tried to talk her into joining him and a stewardess up 
in San Francisco.  Sally told him San Francisco was too far away but really it 
was the threesome thing.  She didn't want to share him.....

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    Sally was horny as shit.  It had been almost a year since she met Victor 
for their last tryst.  She looked over at Dale and saw him firing up the pipe 
again.  He handed it to her and she took a drag.  She smiled at him and Dale 
smiled back.  She then realized that she was still opening and closing her 
knees.  She tried to stop them but didn't seem to be able to send the command 
to her leg muscles.  Jesus !  This was good pot !

    Dale noticed the goofy look on Sally's face but had his own problems to 
contend with.  He had a monster hardon in his shorts and was trying to will it 
away.  He kept watching her eyes to make sure she didn't notice.  Oh !  Jesus, 
was this a reltne (you know, the kind of hardon that draws all the blood from 
your brain and then you pass out) !  God, he wished he was back in Las Vegas 
with Shelly instead of here with his sister-in-law.  He looked over at her and 
wondered why she kept opening and closing her knees ?  The fact that Timmy 
told him what was going to happen, when they met in the hall, never crossed 
his mind.

    Timmy was going ape shit.  He was positive the stuff he put in their 
drinks was bullshit - a fucking joke.  He was pissed but relieved and wandered 
out the front door to go "hang out" for a while.  Timmy left too soon !

    Sally couldn't find a comfortable position.  She kept moving around on the 
lawn chair and was sure Dale must think she was having some problem.  She 
looked over at him and noticed him rearranging his penis in his pants.  She 
quickly looked away when he looked up at her.  Did he see her looking at his 
crotch ?  She was unsure - but one thing she was positive of; her 
brother-in-law had a big, big boner in his shorts.  She wiped her upper lip 
again, then quickly excused herself and rushed to her room.

    Sally had to concentrate very hard not to jump on the bed, tear her shorts 
off and finger her brains out.  She couldn't ever remember being so horny even 
when she was expecting a visit from Victor.

    Dale knew she saw his hardon.  He watched her leave the patio.  Really he 
was watching her cute butt sashay into the house.  He'd always thought Sally 
had a terrific looking ass and had often thought about what it would look like 
naked.  As soon as she left the patio, he got up and tried to find a 
comfortable position for his hardon.  Jesus !  He was as hard as rock.  He 
could even feel heat radiating off his boner through his shorts.

    Sally decided to dress for bed and once she made excuses to Dale, finger 
herself to a hundred or so orgasms until she fell asleep.  She stripped off 
her shorts and blouse and put on her night shirt.  It was a mid-thigh length, 
sleeveless "T" shirt with real big arm holes.  From the sides her breasts were 
clearly visible.  She wandered out into the den.  Dale was still out on the 
patio and the stereo was turned on.  She walked to the door and put her arms 
up on the door frame.  Dale was in full profile and now there was no doubt in 
her mind...Her brother-in-law had one big, hard cock in his pants.  Every few 
seconds, Dale would move his boner one way or the other, like it was bothering 
him.  She had planned on saying something but was now just staring at Dale's 
hardon.  For the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was she wanted to 
say ?  All thoughts of saying anything vanished.

    Dale felt he was being watched and turned toward the door way.  There was 
Sally standing in the door way.  The light, behind her, made it almost appear 
she was naked.  He could clearly see the swell of her breasts and the flare of 
her hips.  His boner throbbed in his pants and then he noticed that she was 
staring at his crotch.  God !  Was he embarrassed ?!

    Sally giggled and then blurted out, "Wanna dance, stranger ?"  She was 
curious to see if that bulge in his pants was as big as it looked.

    Dale choked out, "Dance...?"

    "Yea, come on, Dale.  You're the one who turned on the music."

    Dale was real stoned and vaguely remembered turning on the stereo, hoping 
that going about...doing things normally would make his hardon disappear.  It 
hadn't and Sally was still looking at his crotch.  He took a tentative step 
toward her and she moved toward him.  They met about three feet out on the 
patio and when they touched, it was like electricity arced between them.

    Sally put her hands on Dale's shoulders and Dale put his hands on Sally's 
waist.  They now both had their eyes locked on each other and started to sway 
to the music.  It was some old Beach Boy's stuff or maybe Jan & Dean.  Sally 
was anxious to rub up against him to see if that bulge in his shorts was all 
penis, although she got a real charge out of calling Victor's a "cock."  God,  
did that turn him on !

    Dale was concentrating on keeping as far away from her as possible and in 
the process of doing that let his hands slide down to the slope of her hips.  
He was sure she wasn't wearing a thing under the night shirt and wondered why 
she dressed this way ?  As soon as his hands touched her hips, Sally stepped 
closer to him and his hard, bowed cock came in contact with her belly.  She 
could almost feel the warmth through their clothes, because neither one of 
them was wearing much.  Dale was wishing he'd worn underwear.

    Sally couldn't believe the hard lump just touching her stomach was Dale's 
cock and moved closer.  Dale was holding back, trying not to grind his cock 
against her stomach but was losing the battle.  He buried his face in her 
neck, grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and ground his cock 
against her.  "Oooh...God...Sally."  He croaked.

    Sally tightened her hold around his neck and, on her tip-toes, tried to 
get that hard bulge grinding against her lower belly, which was churning like 
a mixmaster.  It was all down hill from there.  Dale's hands quickly found her 
bare butt and started to knead her firm ass and Sally started grinding her 
lower belly into one of the biggest cocks she'd ever felt pressed up against 
her.

    Dale was biting her neck and shoulder.  Sally was audibly moaning.  She 
slipped a hand in between them and captured his hard phallus.  Dale's cock 
jerked in her hand.  She squeezed it real hard and Dale damn near blew a load 
in his shorts.  He picked her up by her ass cheeks and walked them both into 
the den...Right to the couch, where he lowered her to the cushions.  Sally sat 
and stared at the bulge in his pants while Dale reached down and began to pull 
his shorts off.

    "Dale...Let me...Please.  I want to touch and feel your...cock."  At the 
mention of the word, Dale's penis lurched in his shorts and Sally reached out 
and slowly pulled them down until his hard dick boomeranged back against his 
stomach.  Dale was pulling his shirt off and didn't see the expression on her 
face but it was priceless.  Sally sucked in her breath, pulled her night shirt 
off over her head and started to get to her knees on the couch with her butt 
facing him.  She was ready...Had been since he kneaded her bare ass.  Her cunt 
was drooling lubrication.  "Now...Dale...I need it now !"  She was almost 
screaming.

    Dale dropped to his knees and wrestled her back around so that she was 
sitting on the couch.  Her breasts, about apple size, were covered with goose 
bumps, the areolae and nipples swollen with her desire.  They were a dark 
brown, almost a coral color and poked out from her breast meat like bottle 
caps.  Dale leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth.  He wanted to make 
this last.  As long as he was going to be fucking his brother's wife...Oh !  
God !  His brother's wife - his sister-in-law - Jesus !  What the fuck was he 
doing ?  Well, it wouldn't last long.  As soon as he got into her, he'd cum 
quickly and then it would be over.  He couldn't ever remember being this 
turned on...even way back when...when he and Deborah were exploring the 
wonderful sensations of sex for the first time.

    His mouth was on her stomach, his tongue wiggling around in her navel.  
Her hands were guiding him, really pushing him lower.  He wanted to taste her.  
Lick her pussy...Get her off before he disappointed her with his lack of 
staying power.  Her could feel her wiry pubic hair against his chin and then 
had a tongue in it and she was chanting, "Yes...Dale...Yes...Eat my cunt...Eat 
me, Dale...Do it...Now !"  His tongue wormed it's way into the folds of her 
cunt and she was screaming and yelling that she was cuming.  She was sloppy 
wet.  Dale couldn't ever remember a woman with so much juice running out of 
her pussy as he ate her.  His tongue explored all of her.  Her labia, chewing 
and sucking on them.  Her cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her until she 
was pulling on his hair so hard it hurt.  And finally her clit, sucking and 
nibbling on it until she started screaming, "Fuck me, Dale...Now, Dale...Fuck 
me...Now...Now...Now !"

    Sally was hotter than the proverbial fire-cracker.  She knew she was 
hurting him as she tried to pull his face out of her crotch.  His tongue was 
driving her crazy.  She was so hot to fuck that she'd probably fuck just about 
anything...And then Dale was up and starting to mount her.  She pushed him 
away and twisted over so that her ass was facing him and got to her knees on 
the couch.  The glance she got of Dale's cock drove her wild.  His penis 
curved up out of a jungle of dark pubic hair in a large arch with the head of 
his dick poking right into his stomach just above where his pubic hair got 
real dark and thick.

    "Come on, Dale...Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me until I can't 
walk.  Come on, Dale...Now...Fuck...Dale...Fuck me !"

    She was screaming and if Timmy was still in the house, I have no doubt 
that he'd be on the way to the shower to lose his load.  Dale mounted the 
couch with one knee and holding her hip in one hand, lowered his cock until 
the head was just grazing her swollen, lightly hair covered cunt.  When the 
head of his cock eased into her, he immediately grabbed her by both hips and 
started to fuck the living shit out of his sister-in-law.

    Sally started cuming as soon as he bottomed out in her and in just a few 
strokes Dale's semen rushed out of his cock and flooded her womb.  He kept 
fucking, hoping to get her off again.  It was a few seconds before he realized 
that his penis wasn't getting soft.  It was still hard as stone and he was 
still fucking her like a mad man and she was still cuming, pushing her butt 
back against his thrusts.  Squishy noises filled the room and Dale could hear 
the slapping of his belly against her up turned ass cheeks.  He threw his head 
back and started cuming again.  The second orgasm was just as intense as the 
first and still he kept fucking her.

    The dope disoriented her.  Sally was sure he had cum but he was still 
fucking her with a very big, hard cock and she wasn't about to stop thrusting 
back at him.  It felt so fucking good.  It seemed he'd been fucking her for 
hours.  She felt his cock spew some more semen into her, could feel it leak 
out of her.  She started to cum again and was some what disappointed that Dale 
had pulled his cock out of her.  She looked back at him and saw him staring 
down at his cock, covered with the slickness of two orgasms plus whatever she 
had contributed to the mess...And he was still hard.  His dark pubic hair was 
matted with white spunk.

    Sally was amazed that he was still hard.  It seemed like he'd been fucking 
her for ever but that was probably the dope.  Dale looked up at her.  Really 
he was looking at her ass and her red, swollen cunt lips, still oozing semen 
and other fluids.

    "Dale...don't stop !"  She still had that goofy look on her face.

    "I can't go on...My thighs are killing me...burning, like I've just run a 
marathon...Got to rest."  He was panting like he had just run a marathon !

    Sally smiled and said, "I can take care of that.  Lie down."

    Dale laid on the carpet and Sally leaned off the couch and captured his 
cum soaked cock between her lips and started to suck him.  In the first 
second, Dale began to thrust his hips up to meet the hungry lips that were 
devouring him and shortly blew the top of her head off with a blast of spunk 
that was the rival of the first two.  Sally couldn't swallow it all and some 
of it splattered onto his stomach.  Dale leaned up on one elbow, grabbed her 
by the hair and kissed her.  It had been over twenty-five years since he'd 
kissed a woman who had just blown him.

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

    That didn't end the fucking and sucking though as the two of them went to 
shower and ended up in the big queen size bed in his brother and Sally's room.  
They finally exhausted themselves a little over two hours after their orgy of 
lust began.  The magic weed had worn off and the magic pill...?

    Timmy entered the house and found all the lights still on.  He saw his 
mother's night shirt and his uncle's clothes on the floor in the den.  His 
pulse quickened as he wandered out to the patio and inspected the drinks, he 
spiked earlier.  Neither one appeared to have been touched.  He slowly made 
his way down the hall.  His parent's room door was open and there, on the bed, 
was his mother curled up into a ball, naked as a jay bird.  His uncle was no 
where to be found.  His uncle's bedroom door was closed.

    "They had to have..."  Timmy thought.  "...no other reason for their 
clothes to be all over the den."  He kicked himself for not sticking around.  
"Damn it !"  He had no clue whether the pills worked or not ?  While lying in 
bed, he let his mind wander.  "Even if he'd watched them, he couldn't be sure 
since they drank so little of their drinks...Back to square one."

    The next morning when Timmy woke him up, his uncle acted no differently.  
Although, Dale appeared a little slow catching the first couple of waves, 
Timmy chalked that up to the dope he gave him yesterday.  Timmy watched his 
mother and uncle closely when they returned home but could discern no 
difference in their behavior towards each other.  Just the opposite they 
hardly spoke to each other.  Timmy was discouraged and told them he was going 
to the beach for the rest of the day, "...you want to come, Uncle Dale ?"

    Dale shook his head "no" and didn't even raise his head from the editorial 
page of the L.A. Times.  He had read and re-read the same paragraph three 
times now and still wasn't sure what it said ?  He couldn't stop thinking 
about last night and the orgy of sex he shared with his sister-in-law.  The 
couple of times he'd glanced at her, she had smiled at him but he was unable 
to hold eye contact with her.  She didn't appear pissed off...Maybe, she was 
so drunk or stoned she didn't remember ?

    He blew that thought off as he remembered the last time they had 
intercourse.  She was on top of him, riding him like a pony, totally out of 
her mind with lust.  She finally rolled away from him and breathlessly sighed, 
"Oh !  Dale...No one has ever made me this sore.  I can't believe you're still 
hard...Are you superman ?"  He remembered he said something stupid and they 
both laughed.  Dale excused himself from the breakfast table and went to 
shower.

    Sally snuck down the hall and entered the bathroom Dale was using.  After 
entering she just leaned against the closed door and watched his silhouette 
move about in the shower.

    Dale thought he heard someone enter the bathroom and pulled the curtain 
aside.  Sally smiled at him and dropped her robe to the ground.  "Sally !  
What are...We..."

    Sally put her finger to her lips and stepped toward the shower stall.  Her 
nipples were taunt with her excitement.  She had never been so excited or so 
satisfied by a man as she had been the evening before.  So as long as he was 
living in her house, she had no intention of letting an opportunity like this 
pass by.  She took the soap out of his hand and began to lather up his hair 
covered chest, all the while watching his dangling cock.  It hardly looked 
like the hard sexual instrument he had used on her last night but was showing 
signs of life.  When Dale tried to protest again, she covered his lips with 
hers, dropped the soap and rubbed her chest against the dark thatch that grew 
on her brother-in-law's chest.

    Dale was beside himself, confused.  He knew he should stop her but the 
sight of her had already started to stiffen his dick and now their soapy 
bodies rubbing together was bringing him to a full state of arousal.  His cock 
was sore from all the exercise it got last night.  Her tongue was roaming 
around inside his mouth and his hands started to knead her compact ass.

    Sally knew she couldn't fuck him again.  She was too damn sore from last 
night but she wanted to keep this man coming back for more; so dropped to her 
knees, rinsed off his hardon and slid half of it into her mouth.  She kept her 
eyes open and watched the look on her brother-in-law's face change from shock 
and annoyance to pure lust in just a few seconds.  Again she was amazed at the 
curved bow-like shape that his cock formed when it was hard and used her 
tongue on the underside right below his dick head.  Dale's head moved back 
until he was resting it on the shower wall and his moaning increased until it 
was a dull roar and easily heard above the noise of the shower.

    Dale couldn't help himself and started thrusting his hips to meet the 
warm, wet mouth that had captured his cock.  His hands which just seconds ago 
were filled with her firm, padded ass now found her head and held it still 
while he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth.  He could feel his orgasm 
build up in his balls and knew that in just a minute or so he was going to 
fill her mouth with his warm, gooey spunk.

    Timmy walked in through the garage door, surprised to see that no one was 
around.  As he walked down the hall, he wondered where they had gone ?  Then 
he heard his uncle cry out as he came in Sally's mouth.  He froze for just a 
second and then moved quickly to the bathroom door.  It was closed but the 
sounds coming from beyond were clearly audible.

    Sally knew he was going to cum.  She could feel him increase the speed of 
his thrusting and the grip on her head was firmer.  Victor had never fucked 
her mouth like this, preferring her to do the work to bring him off.  This was 
different, exciting, and was turning her on like crazy.  She had one of her 
hands wrapped around the base of his cock so he wouldn't choke her; the other 
was sliding up and down the lips of her vagina stimulating her clitoris.  If 
he didn't get off soon she might even cum.  As soon as that thought registered 
in her brain, Dale loosened a spurt of semen into her mouth.  The second spurt 
was close behind but was nothing like the load he drowned her with when she 
blew him leaning off the couch last night.  She swallowed and easily accepted 
the third spurt of his orgasm.  His cock immediately started to shrink and she 
remembered last night when he never got soft - well, not until he'd fucked her 
raw, anyway.

    She kept him in her mouth until he was limp as a noodle and then slid up 
his body and kissed him, forcing some of Dale's semen into his mouth.  She 
broke the kiss and giggled, "What happened to superman, Dale ?"

    Timmy clearly heard her question and it convinced him that the pills did 
indeed work.  Why else would they be in the shower together ?  Obviously they 
were having sex.  He wondered if they were fucking ?

    "Dale...I'm just about there...How about returning the favor, lover ?"  
Dale was shocked by her request but she had been the aggressor the entire 
time.  He was almost powerless to stop her and wasn't sure he wanted to.  Last 
night had been heaven.  He hadn't fucked like that since the cat houses in 
Saigon and Angeles City.

    Sally was smiling up at him and running her hands through the damp hair on 
his chest.  She wanted to be eaten...Well, Dale Haggerty was a cunt lapper 
supreme and his sister-in-law was going to cum until her legs gave out.  He 
turned her to the wall, fell to his knees and buried his mouth between the 
cheeks of her gorgeous ass and started licking.  The first "Ooooh" came 
quickly and her orgasm followed in just a few minutes, followed by another and 
then another.

    Outside, in the hall, Timmy had a ragging hardon.  Was convinced that the 
pills worked and rushed to his parent's bathroom to relieve a little of the 
pressure.  Sally and Dale didn't leave the other bathroom for over an hour but 
by then Timmy was back at the beach trying to decide who he wanted to fuck 
first ?

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

    Timmy had a problem.  As he lay on the beach, about a dozen names came to 
mind - Girls - he wanted to fuck.  In a very short time he, he was sure, he'd 
be turning some down.  He'd have to narrow it down to some real hot ones - 
girls who'd never go out with him.  To see if it really worked !  Yea !  
That's the plan.  "Oh !  Fuck...what do I do...just walk up to these girls and 
offer to buy them a coke ?"  Timmy was stumped and spent the rest of the 
afternoon trying to figure it out.  He was still thinking about his problem as 
he drove by "Mr. Quarterback's" house on his way home.

    He remembered the guy's little sister's bragging about how many times her 
brother fucked his old girl friend.  The little cunt enjoyed it...Making him 
feel about six inches tall.  Fuck her...Timmy's brain exploded with a vision 
of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth...And then he pulls out his cock 
and cums on her face.  He's in idle as the car slides to a stop right across 
the street from her house.  He's out of the car and ringing the front door 
bell.  "Fuck !  What am I doing here ?"

    Helen Thompson wandered to the door.  She wondered who could be bothering 
her at this time on a Sunday afternoon ?  She peeked through the blinds in the 
front room and found Timmy Haggerty standing on the porch.  Helen closed the 
blinds and thought, "Probably here to sell my daughter some of his dope.  I 
ought to turn the little fucker in."  She laughed...The kid probably has to 
resort to dope because he's such as loser...A surfer...Everybody knows those 
fuckers are worthless.  She went to answer the door.

    "Aaaahh...Hi ! Mrs. Thompson...Is...Is Sherry here ?"  Mrs. Thompson was a 
bleached blonde.  Timmy was sure of that because although her hair was a 
bright yellow blonde, her eyebrows were black.  She also had the biggest tits.  
She was wearing a house coat and Timmy could see she was wearing a bra and 
panties underneath the coat - it was that thin.

    "No...Can I do anything for you, Timmy ?"  She did think Timmy had about 
the best tan in the world.  He looked like a bronzed warrior.  What was she 
thinking ?  Her son was the warrior - a football player.  Timmy was a surfer.

    Timmy was thinking.  "Yea !  Mrs. "T," you can polish my knob with your 
tits, honey, and then I'll fuck the shit out of you."  He almost started 
laughing.

    "My daughter said that you could leave what ever it is you have for 
her...with me.  She'll pay you later."

    Timmy looked at her like she was crazy.  Shit !  The lady thinks I'm here 
to sell her daughter dope.  Well...Well...Well.

    "Aaaah...Mrs. Thompson...You sure Sherry wants me to leave...What I've got 
for her...With you ?  I think I better come inside...Maybe...We should talk 
about this a little more."

    Helen backed away from the door and Timmy entered the house.  The pills 
were burning a hole in his pocket.  He was so sure of scoring, he'd put one in 
each pocket of his shorts.  Helen led him to the kitchen.  She wasn't sure why 
she said that ?  She'd missed out on the sixties...Already out of college and 
working.  Working people didn't have time to carry signs, protest or do drugs.  
She always wondered what being stoned was like ?  Maybe...She could talk Timmy 
into leaving some and she'd find out ?

    Timmy sat right at the kitchen table and Helen leaned against the 
refrigerator.  Timmy drummed his fingers on the table top.

    "Yea !  Sure, Mrs. "T."  I leave the bud with you and you smoke it all and 
then Sherry thinks I screwed...I mean...ripped her off...Aaah...I don't think 
so.  My parents and uncle fooled around with it when they were younger...I 
know all about you sixties love children."

    "Timmy...Timmy...Timmy.  I'm not going to smoke it."  And what was 
bud...She had no idea ?  "I've never done it.  Wouldn't know what to do !"  
Suddenly Timmy was playing with his pipe instead of drumming the table top.  
Helen just stared at it.

    "Mrs. 'T,' how about getting us a coke or something.  This stuff makes you 
real thirsty."  She turned to the refrigerator and started rummaging around 
inside.  Timmy had a baggie of dope out on the table when she turned with a 
can of coke.  She got two glasses and filled them with ice.  When she bent 
over to put them on the table, her house coat fell open.  The deep cleavage of 
her breasts, framed by her white bra, was clearly visible and Timmy took full 
advantage of the tit shot.  He quickly got back to packing the bong before she 
rose.

    Helen filled the glasses and Timmy lit the bong.  Round and round it went.  
Helen kept asking him what would happen ?  Timmy told her to drink her coke.  
These things take time.  She took a sip of coke and then asked him again when 
it would happen ?  He laughed to himself; first it was what, now it was when.  
"Drink some more of that coke, Helen, then we're going to get those big tits 
of yours out and I'm going to play with them for a while...A long fucking 
while !"  Timmy thought to himself.

    Helen was talking about having to go to the store this morning...Sometime.  
Timmy blurted out, "Aaahh...Mrs. 'T,' I put some stuff in the drink that's 
going to make you want to show me your tits."  He laughed real loud and Helen 
was wondering what he'd said ?  Something about her breasts...?  She looked 
down at her chest and saw that not only were half of her breasts exposed, she 
was showing this young kid an awful lot of thigh.  She rearranged her robe and 
looked up to find Timmy staring at her.

    A few moments later, she wiped her upper lip for the first time.  Timmy's 
cock was rock hard in his jeans.  He was convinced the shit worked.  He'd 
never had a boner like this.

    "Ready to show me your tits, Helen ?"  He laughed again.  Helen looked 
over at him with a real goofy look on her face.  She couldn't believe what she 
heard.  She opened her mouth to say something and then started laughing like 
crazy.  One of her large, bra covered tits had separated from her house coat 
and was visible to his gaze.  Timmy stared at it - This was fucking too 
much...Fucking great !  Timmy started stroking his cock.

    She gave him another real goofy look as Timmy got out of his chair and 
came toward her.  The lump in his pants was prominent.  His right hand moved 
up and down the shaft.  God !  He looked as big as her husband and the kid was 
only sixteen.  Helen rotated her head as he passed her to stand behind her.  
He had his hands in her hair, rubbing his cock against the back of her head 
and neck.  He was as hard as stone.  His hands were pulling her robe down her 
arms.  Her bra covered tits were now totally visible.  His hands were on them 
and she felt bound to the chair.  Her bra straps were lowered and now he was 
pulling the cups off her tits.

    "You've got a nice set of tits, Mrs. 'T.'"  Timmy's hands looked small as 
they kneaded her pendulous breasts, large pear shaped melons with a dark brown 
areolae about the size of silver dollars - the nipples about the size of 
dimes.  The areolae were all crinkly and the nipples must have stuck out 
almost an inch.  Timmy pinched one and she moaned.  His cock was so hard it 
hurt.  He was scared.  He'd never got this far with anyone.  He pushed her 
forward and struggled with her bra clasp.

    Helen was so turned on she couldn't believe it.  Here she was being mauled 
by a sixteen year old kid and the kid couldn't get her bra off.  He was a 
virgin !  Helen's breasts were swollen and sensitive.  She could tell her 
nipples were hard.  The table top was cool to her cheek as Timmy fumbled with 
her bra.  The bra came undone and now he was rubbing her back.  She sat back 
up and looked over her shoulder.  Timmy was rubbing her shoulders.  His hard 
cock, now out of his jeans, was just inches from her face.  She quickly looked 
forward.  One of his hands was in her hair, the other was on her right breast.  
He had her nipple and was pinching it lightly.  Her mouth hung open and she 
wondered why her husband didn't make her feel this way anymore ?

    "Suck it...Helen...suck it dry, baby."  The pressure on her hair turned 
her face so that it was once again facing his long, hard cock.  Timmy was 
standing at her side.  Nowhere near as fat as her husband's but a good inch or 
two longer and made her son's look like a vienna sausage.  The head was 
against her lips and without thinking, Helen wrapped her lips around the head 
of Timmy's dick.  He moaned real loud and pulled his dick out of her mouth.    
He pulled the chair around toward him and stepped between Helen's knees.  With 
one hand on her tit and the other behind her head, Timmy guided her lips to 
his straining cock.  Her lips went around it again and Timmy forced about 
three-quarters of his meat into her mouth.

    Helen gagged and pushed him away.  No way she could take that for long.  
Timmy pulled her back to his cock and she started licking it.  "Suck 
it...Helen.  Suck it, baby.  I want to cum in your mouth...Come on, now...suck 
it !"  Her lips went around his cock and now he had both hands in her hair.  
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and now had only about two or 
three inches of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth.  Her mouth was dry 
from the dope.  She licked him a bit and then swallowed a little more.  She 
took a drink of coke and then gobbled him down, using her tongue on the 
underside of his cock.  She could feel his cock quiver in her mouth and then 
it was flooded with Timmy's first spurt of cum.  A gusher, to be sure !  The 
second spurt was quick to follow and cum started seeping out of Helen's mouth 
like the beginning of a dam leak.  She pushed him away but as his cock came 
out of her mouth, loosened it's third shot.  The load splattered against her 
right cheek and dribbled down and on to her breast.  Timmy's cock was just 
inches from her face and still hard as a rock.  She couldn't believe it.

    Timmy was on cloud nine !  He'd never shot a load like that.  There was 
lots of it around Helen's mouth and the part that dribbled down on to her 
tit...What a turn-on !  He leaned forward and undid the sash at her waist and 
then started pulling down her panties.  Helen helped him.  She was hotter than 
hell and didn't give a second thought to the fact that Timmy was only sixteen, 
just a little older than her daughter.  She could hardly wait until her 
daughter started bringing home dates.  Maybe ??  Timmy was lifting her and 
turning her toward the table.  Her robe fell to the floor and Timmy yanked her 
panties off.  She had her back to him and then he was pushing her down on the 
table top.  His hand was between the cheeks of her ass.  He was running a 
finger up and down the very hairy lips of her vagina and Helen was in heat.

    "Come on...Timmy...don't tease me."  Timmy's cock was still like steel.  
He was mesmerized by the first pussy he'd ever really seen, in person...like.  
Timmy traced her slit with his finger, then dropped to his knees and spread 
the cheeks of her ass apart.  Some of the hair of her bush parted and Timmy 
could see her pink lips among the dark curls.  He wet a finger and reamed it 
into her.  She was wet inside and as he fingered her, she became wetter.  He 
licked her ass while he fingered her.

    "Oooooh !  Ooooooh !  Lick my pussy...Please, Timmy...Please !"  Timmy's 
tongue had a mind of its own and was half way there.  She had lots of hair 
between her legs, some even growing on the inside of her thighs.  He tasted 
pink.  And then tasted again.  Timmy buried his tongue in Helen Thompson at 
about three-thirty on a Saturday afternoon, about one minute later Helen had 
the orgasm of a life time.  It started when Timmy, after about less than 
thirty seconds between her legs, rose up and drove his hard cock right into 
her cunt - all the way in...in one thrust.

    He started fucking as soon as he bottomed out and shot his first load in 
less than twenty strokes.  Helen's cunt started leaking his jizzim, his cock 
was slippery with it and he was fucking her faster than before.  Just fucking 
the shit out of her.  Helen was screaming and yelling like a whore.

    "Oh...Oooooh...Come on, stud...Fuck me hard...harder, stud !"  Timmy was 
ecstatic, really pounding it to her ass.  Her butt cheeks were moving around 
like jell-o.  He was getting ready to cum again and still had no desire to 
stop.  He kept pounding and Helen kept cuming, about every two or three 
minutes.

    Timmy finally stopped pumping in and out of her because he blacked out 
during his last orgasm.  He found himself on the floor looking up at the 
constant dribble of semen that was running out of Helen's spread and swollen 
labia.  It made a plopping sound as it hit the kitchen floor.

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

    Timmy was still hard when he left the Thompson's that afternoon.  He left 
Helen bent over the kitchen table, her cunt still leaking his jizzim.  She had 
blown him a second time and then Timmy bent her over the table again and 
fucked her in the cunt until it was swollen and raw.  His cock felt the same 
way and the next morning when he was putting on his wetsuit, noticed his cock 
looked like it had been through a meat grinder.  He was sore as shit.

    After surfing with Dale, he ate breakfast with his mom and uncle.  His 
father had arrived home last night but already left for work.  He again tried 
to detect a change in their relationship but couldn't.  Timmy left the house a 
short time later; blew off work and headed to the beach.  He laughed !  He'd 
dropped a pill in each of their coffees.

    What the fuck !  Dale was beginning to get a hardon at the kitchen table.  
He'd never - just get a hardon.  He wasn't even thinking about sex.  This was 
fucking strange.  He looked furtively at Sally.  She had just returned from 
the living room.  "Wanted to make sure he really left."  She said as she stood 
across from the table and dropped her robe.  "Let's go shower, Dale."  Dale 
was rooted to the chair.  Sally walked around the table and started to lift 
his "T" shirt off over his head.  Dale was powerless to stop her.  He knew his 
cock was controlling him.  He got out of the chair and sat Sally down in it.  
His cock was like a rib in his trunks.  Sally fiddled with the string and 
ripped open the velcro.  Dale's cock sprang out of his trunks and hit her 
right in the cheek.

    "Oooohh...Dale...You're like you were Saturday night."  Her hands were 
wrapped around his shaft and she was already teasing his cock head with her 
tongue.  It was Monday morning and Dale hadn't had sex with Sally since Sunday 
morning when she walked in on him in the shower.  He wanted to fuck her, 
wanted to get her on her knees and drive his cock in and out of her firm, 
compact ass.  As her head bobbed on his pole he imagined his cock sliding into 
her asshole.  He'd often thought about doing it but his wife hardly let him 
fuck her in the cunt.  He laughed and Sally came off his cock.

    "What are you laughing at...Huh ?"  She kept stroking him with her hand.  
Dale was embarrassed and couldn't think of anything to say.  She was laughing 
now and jacked him off faster.

    "You keep that up and I'll blow it all over your face, pretty lady."  
Sally pulled her light brown hair out of the way and started licking the head 
of his cock as she jacked him off.  Dale was close.  He was trying to hold off 
and then the head of his cock exploded.  Two or three strong spurts of cum 
shot out of the head of his cock.  They all landed on Sally's face, dripping 
off her right eyebrow, running down her left cheek and dripping off her nose.  
She licked some off her nose and then swallowed about four inches of him.  She 
rubbed her face against his pubic hair, it became damp with his semen.

    He pushed her away and lifted her to her feet.  She was already turning to 
present him with her ass.  Dale lanced into her and Sally's face came off the 
table top.  She was wet but not that wet.  He was fucking her and then he was 
cuming and she could feel her vaginal passage get all slippery and greasy.  He 
was fucking her faster, his hairy belly slapping against her butt cheeks.  She 
started cuming and didn't stop for about two or three minutes.  The 
circulation in her legs was being cut off as her thighs were right up against 
the table top.  Her feet, shins and the front of her thighs were tingly and 
still he was fucking her.

    Dale spread the cheeks of her ass like he did the other evening.  She had 
a nice growth of light brown pubic hair surrounding her anus.  He wet his 
finger and teased the rosebud of her asshole.  It tightened against the tip of 
his finger.  He pushed a little harder and slid in to the first knuckle.  
Sally was up on her elbows on the table, thrusting her butt back against his 
thrusts.  She was moaning and groaning.  Dale was fucking her as hard as he 
could.  He pulled his finger out of her ass and sucked it.  He got a better 
idea and pulled his cock out of her.  It was slick with his cum and her cunt 
butter.  He reamed his finger into her and stirred it around in her cunt.  He 
got his finger drenched in their mess then he poked it into her anus again.

    He timed the entry to her asshole to the thrusts he was giving her cunt.  
One...Two...Three...Fuck !  His hand bottomed out against her ass.  His finger 
was as far as it could go in her ass.  He started fucking her with his finger 
and his cock.  She was shaking her head back and forth, still thrusting back 
at him.  He could see the white mess they made in his pubic hair and up 
against the base of his cock.  He yanked it out of her and quickly placed the 
head of his cock against her anus.  One push and the head slipped in.

    He started to force more of his cock into her asshole.  She'd stopped 
thrusting back at him.  She was frozen.  He eased his cock out a bit.  He had 
about three inches in her.  As he pulled out she loosened up a little and Dale 
thrust forward.  Sally screamed and he started fucking her.

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

    Timmy was still excited about fucking Mrs. Thompson.  He couldn't believe 
how well it had gone.  Even though his dick was sore, he was eager to try the 
pills again.  He wondered how his uncle was getting along with his mother and 
laughed thinking they were probably fucking up a storm.  He blew off work and 
headed for the beach.

    Corona del Mar was crowded for a Monday but it was the first full week of 
Summer vacation and all the kids were out working on their tans.  He found a 
group of guys from his high school and just hung out for a bit, hoping that 
some chicks would come hang out with them and then...maybe ???

    He spied Sherry Thompson and a group of girls over by the life guard 
tower.  He could hardly contain his excitement as he made his way toward them.  
Sherry looked pretty hot for a freshman.  She was wearing a real tiny, two 
piece suit and while her tits were nothing like her mother's, they dwarfed the 
rest of the girls she was sitting with.  Timmy perched down next to her and 
told her he had scored some really good dope.

    "Was wondering if you wanted some ?"  He asked.  "I was over at your place 
yesterday but your mom said you were out."  He was fishing for info.  Trying 
to find out if her mother said anything to her about his visit yesterday.

    That's funny, Sherry thought.  Usually her mother said something if she 
had friends visit while she was out.  She always said something about Timmy 
because Sherry knew her mother didn't like him.  She probably suspected that 
he sold her weed.  That's one thing...Timmy always had the best weed around.  
You could always count on him.  Probably because he was always working with 
those construction guys...And Sherry could always use more weed.

    The two of them chatted for a bit while they caught rays.  Timmy went up 
to the concession stand and bought several of the girls cokes.  Sherry's had a 
little surprise in hers.  He could hardly wait until the pill took effect and 
was getting a woody just thinking about boning her.  Sherry appeared to be 
pretty hot to buy some of his weed and he knew he could talk her into getting 
high with him once he got her away from her friends.

    Sherry was perspiring like crazy.  She couldn't keep the sweat from 
forming on her upper lip and was continually wiping it with the back of her 
hand.  She also had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach almost like the 
feeling she got with her boy friend when they necked.  Timmy said something 
about getting stoned and she looked over at him.

    Timmy was scoping out Sherry's cleavage when he asked her if she wanted to 
get high.  She looked over at him with a real goofy look on her face and 
looked exactly like her mom did yesterday afternoon.  Timmy was positive he'd 
be fucking her in a very short time.  He popped the blue pill and swallowed 
some of her coke.

    He got to his feet and helped her gather up her beach shit.  The other 
girls were saying good-by and Timmy was excited beyond all belief.  He could 
hardly wait to get this freshman out of her bathing suit and fuck her brains 
out.  Partly because of the things she said about his girl friend and her 
brother but most of all because this young lady had one hot little body - 
except for her tits, that is - they were nice and big.  He could hardly wait 
to squirt a load on them.

    They were on the way out of the parking lot when Timmy told her to fire up 
the bong in the glove compartment.  By the time they hit Pacific Coast Highway 
they were both stoned as shit.  Sherry was laughing at something he said.

    He couldn't remember what and then out popped, "Hey !  Sherry, how about 
showing me your tits ?"

    Sherry looked over at him with that goofy look again.  She giggled a 
little and then pulled the straps of her top down and started laughing.  Timmy 
wasn't laughing.  Her tits were tremendous - white as snow against her tan, 
her areolae and nipples a dark brown and all crinkly.  They were nowhere as 
near as large as her mother's but much younger looking.  Timmy reached over 
and palmed one.  It over flowed his hand and now he had a real hard time 
concentrating on his driving.  He almost missed a red light and slammed on the 
brakes.

    "You've got real nice tits, Sherry."  Jesus !  He was stoned as shit and 
it was a few seconds before he realized he had a hardon.  He grabbed her wrist 
and brought it to his crotch.

    Sherry couldn't believe she had her hand on Timmy's dick.  It was long and 
hard, almost hot to the touch.  She remembered watching her brother fuck 
Timmy's girl friend last Fall.  What she had in her hand was much more than 
her brother had given that young lady.  Timmy was driving again and she wasn't 
sure where they were going and then realized that her bikini top was in her 
lap.  She started laughing and squeezed Timmy's hardon.  It was bigger than 
her boy friend's, too and so hard.

    When Sherry first started squeezing his cock, it hurt a bit but Timmy was 
too stoned to care or notice much.  He was really concentrating on his driving 
because...Well, it was hard to concentrate when you're stoned as shit with a 
topless girl squeezing your cock while you're driving.  He started laughing 
and so did Sherry.  He turned into a construction site up in the hills above 
the Pacific Ocean and turned off the engine.  The site was empty, the 
construction workers having left a little over an hour ago.  He turned to 
Sherry and buried his face in her bosom.

    When Timmy buried his face in her breasts, Sherry threw her head back 
against the seat and moaned real loud.  That drove Timmy wild and he started 
to struggle with her bottoms.  He got them down around her knees and was 
working a hand in between her legs.  His mouth had captured one of her brown 
nipples and he was teasing it with his tongue.  Sherry was trying to spread 
her legs further apart and Timmy could feel her kinky pubic hair.  She had a 
lot of hair just like her mom.  He ran his fingers through it and soon was 
tracing her cunt lips.  Her hips were moving around on the car seat and 
Timmy's hardon was throbbing in his trunks, some of his pubic hair was stuck 
to his boner and it hurt.

    He abruptly sat up in the front seat and stared at the young freshman 
sprawled out beside him.  Her tits were magnificent, her areolae all crinkly, 
her nipples hard, her bush a dark brown and all curly.  He yanked her bottoms 
off her legs and told her to climb into the back of the station wagon.  He was 
stripping his trunks off while he watched her climbing over the front seat - 
naked.  Her ass was a bit large but Timmy was beyond caring.  He could hardly 
wait to bury his cock between her legs and scrambled over after her.

    Sherry was beside herself.  She'd never gone all the way before and 
couldn't figure out why Timmy, of all guys, had got her so hot.  She wanted 
him to take her virginity and Shit !  They'd never even dated...All she ever 
did with him was buy weed.  She was confused but naked and hotter than a fire 
cracker.  She turned around to face the front and found Timmy climbing over 
the front seat.  His penis was sticking straight out of his groin from a dark 
bush of pubic hair.  She wanted to touch it and grabbed for it as he let 
himself down into the rear of the station wagon.

    Timmy was stoked.  Sherry was grabbing for his cock and he was going to 
make sure she got plenty of it this afternoon.  Her hand was squeezing him 
again and it sure felt good.  He pushed her onto her back and started feasting 
on her young tits, gobbling up her white breast meat and licking and sucking 
her nipples.  They were hard as rock and Timmy wasted no time sliding a hand 
between her legs.  Her legs spread on their own and in just a few moments 
Timmy had a finger in her tight snatch.  She was so much tighter than her mom 
and Timmy's cock throbbed as she squeezed it.

    He rasped out around the tit he had in his mouth, "Slide your hand up and 
down, Sherry."  Almost immediately she started to jack him off and he was sure 
that he was going to blow a load all over the back of the station wagon.

    Sherry had caught her brother beating his meat several times and although 
she had never done it to any guys, she had the general idea and was quick to 
start milking Timmy's cock for all she was worth.  Her vagina was getting very 
wet and greasy as Timmy's finger slide in and out of it and God !  Did his 
mouth feel good on her tits !?  She could feel his tongue teasing her nipples 
and they was so hard, they hurt.  She couldn't hold her hips still and was 
grinding her crotch up into the finger that was exploring her virgin pussy.  
The warm semen that splattered against her stomach scared her a little but she 
kept stroking the cock in her hand as it got real slippery and her hand went 
faster - up and down Timmy's dick.

    Timmy let out a loud moan as he shot his first load all over Sherry's 
side.  He took his mouth off of her tit and looked at the white sticky mess he 
left on her hip and side.  One of the spurts landed on the underside of her 
left breast and was rolling back down on to her tan chest.  Timmy was ready to 
fuck and climbed between her legs.

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

    Sherry knew what was coming when Timmy climbed between her legs and spread 
then wider.  She looked down between her breasts as Timmy lined up his cock 
between her legs and flinched a little when she felt the head of his penis 
against her fur covered vagina lips.  She yelped a little when the head of 
Timmy's penis forced it's way between her virgin cunt lips but the pain 
quickly receded and was replaced by a very warm feeling in her stomach.  It 
felt like a long pole of warm meat was sliding in and out of her and 
unconsciously she began to gyrate below the young man who had just popped her 
cherry.  In just moments she was gasping for air as her first orgasm flowed 
throughout her body, causing her to jerk around under Timmy.

    Timmy was beyond lust and couldn't control himself.  His hips were pumping 
his cock in and out of the tightest cunt he'd ever been in.  But if you'll 
remember, he hadn't been in many !  Her cunt lips clasped the cock pounding in 
and out of her and Timmy was on cloud nine.  He pushed up on his arms and 
watched Sherry's tits giggle around on her chest.  Her areolae had shrunk and 
were almost all nipple, a dark brown and Timmy leaned down and captured one 
with his lips.  He sucked and Sherry came.  Her body arched off the floor of 
the station wagon, her legs came up off the floor and wrapped themselves 
around Timmy's waist and hips.  He kept fucking her and started cuming just a 
few moments later.  Her cunt got real wet and gooey.  He could feel his pubic 
hair get wet and just kept fucking her.

    Timmy was sure Sherry was still cuming as he could feel her feet beat 
against his back and ass.  Her cunt was slippery and felt larger and he was 
fucking her faster and then he was cuming again.  His semen overflowed her 
cunt and started to trickle down between the cheeks of her ass.  Her feet had 
fallen back to the floor and she was humping up to meet the cock that was 
sliding in and out of her cunt.  Oh !  Jesus !  It felt so good as the two 
teenagers slammed their bodies together.  Timmy felt that this was much better 
than fucking her mother and pounded faster.  He started cuming again and was 
amazed at the amount of sweat pouring off of him.  Sherry's tits were covered 
with it and her dark brown bush was matted with his semen.  He kept pumping 
and then...Timmy became aware of his surroundings again about five minutes 
later.  He was still breathing hard and was on his back, lying next to Sherry.  
He looked over and watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed.  He 
leaned over and kissed her.  She rolled over almost on top of him and started 
to straddle him.

    Sherry was still horny.  She wanted some more of the hard penis Timmy had 
been pumping in and out of her.  When Timmy pushed her away she was sure he 
was finished for the day but then he slithered up so that his still hard cock 
was just inches from her face.  It was covered with the slime of who knows how 
many orgasms and his semen had started to dry on his cock.  When he put a hand 
on her head she tried to pull her face away from his penis.  She had never had 
a penis in her mouth...Shit !  Up until a few moments ago, she'd never been 
fucked and now Timmy wanted her to suck his cock.

    "Come on, Sherry...Suck on it and I'll lick your pussy...Come on, baby."  
Timmy was dying to feel and watch her mouth slide back and forth on his cock.   
He remembered how her mother had sucked him like she was starving, swallowing 
every drop of his seed.  Her face slowly came back toward his cock and then 
her tongue slithered out of her mouth and licked his cock.  Timmy threw his 
head back and groaned.  She was licking right under the crown of his cock head 
and it felt so good.  He gasped out, "Please...Baby...Suck it !"

    Sherry wasn't sure why she licked his penis ?  She was afraid of what it 
would taste like but it wasn't that bad...And the way he reacted really turned 
her on...And the thought of him using his tongue on her pussy drove her 
forward.  She licked him again and now he was begging her to suck it.  She 
opened her mouth and captured the head of his penis with her lips.

    Timmy grabbed her head with both hands and started pumping immediately.  
Her mouth was so warm and wet, her lips nibbling on his shaft and cock head.  
He forced about four inches of his meat into her mouth and started sliding it 
in and out.  Almost before he knew it, he came.  Two, maybe three strong 
spurts of cum burst out of the head of his cock and flooded Sherry's mouth.  
She gagged and he watched his cum dribble out of her mouth as she spit out his 
cock.  Her lips were glossy with his semen.  He pulled her head back to his 
groin and she gobbled him up again.

    Sherry was shocked when Timmy came in her mouth.  She initially tried to 
pull her head away from him but he wouldn't allow it...And then before she 
knew it she was gobbling him up again.  There was a tingling in her belly and 
she wanted to have him inside her.  She forced him to his back and before he 
knew it she was riding him.  His semen still dribbling out of her mouth, down 
on to his chest.

    She rode for a long time...It was dark by the time they sated themselves.  
Timmy's cock was sore again !  Sherry couldn't believe the pain between her 
legs.  The two of them dressed, in silence, in the station wagon and then 
Timmy drove her home.  Sherry was afraid that this was just a one time thing, 
after all she had another boy friend.  For a reason she couldn't explain, she 
was happy when Timmy promised to see her again.

                         ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****

    Dale was upset.  He was having a hard time sleeping at night.  Almost 
everyday - for near a month now, except weekends, that is; he'd been fucking 
his brother's wife - his sister-in-law.  Some days, it's three or four times.  
He never seemed to get soft.  Others, it's just once, maybe twice.  He had to 
move out of here before they got caught.  Sally was almost insatiable.  As 
soon as her husband left for work and Timmy left for the beach or work, she'd 
be all over him.  He couldn't resist.  She gave great head and since that time 
he fucked her in the ass, she'd been asking for it in the butt.  What a 
fucking turn on.  Sally had a great butt and the tightest asshole.  Oh !  What 
the fuck was he thinking...He just had to get out of here !

    The back door closed with a loud noise...Must be Timmy.  Dale didn't hear 
it open.  Timmy wandered down the hall toward his room.  Dale had been lying 
on his bed, taking a nap.  Timmy came out of his room moments later and walked 
back out the back door.  Dale wondered where he was going ?  Timmy had been 
acting strangely lately...Like...he had something to hide.  He rolled off the 
bed and walked to the front room.  Sally, Timmy's mother, was out with her 
mother-in-law, his mother, shopping.  He was sure that if she hadn't been 
shopping, they'd be fucking.  Thank God for small favors.  He was beat.

    He peered through the drapes and spied Timmy walking down the street.  All 
of a sudden he broke for a drive way and disappeared.  Dale was real curious 
now !  He rushed to the front door and started down the street.  He really 
wasn't sure what he was doing but instinct told him that Timmy was part of his 
problem.  He reached the driveway and casually noticed the street address.  He 
continued walking down the street.  When he figured that he was far enough 
away, he turned and retraced his steps.  He was on the look out for anyone 
paying attention to him.  He found the street dead and walked casually up the 
drive way.

    The back door was open so he let himself in.  Immediately, he could smell 
the pungent aroma of marijuana.  Timmy was probably getting stoned with the 
young girl who lives here.  Dale had seen her a bunch of times in the last 
couple of weeks at the beach with Timmy...Maybe he was fucking her ?  Jesus !  
What the fuck was he thinking about ?  Pussy, obviously !  He crept through 
the house and then froze.  Obvious sex sounds were coming from down the hall.  
He is fucking her !

    .....Timmy had been in seventh heaven since last Thursday when, while he 
was fucking and sucking with Sherry...Who walks in but her mom, Helen 
Thompson.  Oh !  Did the fun begin !  Timmy had just filled Sherry's snatch 
with a big load of teenage spunk.  He was on his back and the young lady was 
on her knees between his legs, her ass sticking up in the air, facing the 
door.  Helen just watched for a few moments and Timmy was sure that she was 
going to break them up.  He was wrong.  Helen Thompson was wildly jealous her 
daughter was sucking on her steady fuck's cock.  Timmy had been fucking her 
two, three times a week and now she finds him fucking her daughter.  She 
started stripping.  She could see the boy's cum dribbling out of her 
daughter's furry vagina lips.

    When she was naked, she moved toward the bed.  Timmy reached out for her 
pussy and soon had his hand in her furry jungle.  She was real wet and Timmy 
wasted no time filling her cunt with three fingers.  She started humping on 
his hand.  Her daughter's blonde head bobbing up and down over his groin.  
Every few moments, Helen got an eye full of his hard pecker.  She wanted it !

    Timmy had stopped humping, just lying there, letting Sherry do all the 
work.  She had one hand wrapped around his pole and her mouth was sliding up 
and down what wasn't covered by her hand.  What a fucking turn on.  Having the 
daughter suck his cock while he played with her mother's pussy.  The look on 
Sherry's face was priceless when she removed her mouth from Timmy's cock.

    Helen wasted, not a second.  As soon as her daughter relinquished her grip 
on the cock she'd had in her mouth, Helen straddled the teenage boy...The boy, 
whose cock never got soft.  She wondered if both her and her daughter could 
fuck and suck him soft ?  She started riding the long, hard cock that was 
thrusting up and down...In and out of her cunt.  Her daughter was kneeling 
right next to her.  Helen felt she was waiting her turn and she wasn't wrong.  
As soon as Helen tired of fucking her "young stud," her daughter straddled the 
boy as was off to the races.  Timmy fucked them two more times before leaving 
and he was sure he could have fucked them again although he hadn't really shot 
anything the last two times.....

    Dale almost fell down after he peeked into the bedroom.  Timmy was up on 
his knees behind the mother, just fucking the shit out of her.  The daughter 
was sitting at the head of the bed, fingering herself.  Dale's cock started to 
grow in his pants.  How he'd like to walk into the room and fill the 
daughter's mouth with his cock !  He leaned back against the hall way wall and 
listened to Timmy egg on the mother.

    "Yea !  Helen...That's it, fuck back, honey...You love it, Helen.  Come 
on, baby...Sherry's waiting for a mouth full of cum...She loves the taste of 
my cum, doesn't she ?"

    In the back ground Dale could hear the "slap...slap...slap" of their 
bodies coming together.  There was no urgency to Timmy's fucking and Dale 
thought...it was the same now with Sally.  He wanted to fuck her, sometimes 
had to fuck her but the urgency was gone.  He was tired of her.  Why did he 
want to leave his brother's house...Because he was fucking his sister-in-law 
or because he was tired of her ?  He turned and fled the house.

    When Dale arrived back at his brother's house, Sally was home.  His mother 
had just left, she told him.  She wanted to know where Timmy was ?  When Dale 
said, "He won't be home for a while," she started to take off his pants and 
before he knew it, she was on her knees sucking his cock.  Ten minutes later 
they were in the bedroom and Dale was fucking her.  He didn't have one of 
those tremendous hardons, like he sometimes had, but it was good enough to get 
Sally moaning and groaning as he pumped his cock in and out of her.  He was 
quickly sated and Sally was curled up next to him, a sweaty mess.

    "We can't go on like this, Sally..."  He whispered.

    She was immediately up on an elbow looking down on him.  "And, why not ?"

    Dale didn't know what to say ?  He couldn't tell her he was tired of her.  
He didn't say anything.  She had slipped down and was licking on his spent, 
cum soaked cock.  She looked up, his half hard cock in her hand.  "I think 
your cock thinks we can go on forever, lover."  She laughed and plunged her 
mouth down on his slowly growing penis, her lips sliding up and down his cock.  
Dale groaned out a weak "no" but soon his hips were driving his hard dick in 
and out of his sister-in-law's mouth.  His orgasm surprised him, it was so 
intense...And then he realized, he was imagining it was that little blonde 
girl down the street sucking on his cock.  He only came back to the present 
after he filled Sally's mouth with three or four spurts of warm cum.

    When she looked up at him, he could almost imagine it was Sherry's lips 
his cum was dribbling off.  The back door slammed shut and Dale was up off his 
brother's bed in a flash and across the hall in no time.  Lucky it was Timmy 
and he stopped in the kitchen to raid the refrigerator.  If it had been his 
brother he would have been caught outside his bedroom, without a stitch on.

    By the time Timmy wandered down the hall, he was dressed and Sally had 
closed her bedroom door.  Dale heard the shower go on and wandered down to 
Timmy's room.  He sat on his bed and waited.  Timmy looked like Dale felt when 
he entered the room with a towel around him.

    "Work up a sweat at the beach this afternoon ?"  Dale asked.

    Timmy blushed, opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and 
then closed it again.

    Dale continued, "Looks like you were having a great time at that little 
blonde's house down the street earlier.  Want to tell me about it ?"

    Like a dam burst, it came rushing out...The notebook...The videos...The 
pills...The compromising position he caught his mother in several years 
ago...Spiking their drinks...How sorry he was...But he was so afraid to try it 
without testing it on someone else...And...Yes !  How fucking good the shit 
works !

    Dale tried to interrupt several times but Timmy kept rushing ahead with 
his story.  When he finally ran out of things to say, he ended with; "You're 
not pissed are you, Uncle Dale ?"  Dale remained silent, thinking back to that 
night, when he first fucked Sally...The conversation he had with Timmy in the 
hall...Timmy had tried to tell him and Dale had blown him off, thinking that 
he was stoned.

    "No...Tim...I'm not pissed.  I probably should be...Shit !  If your father 
catches me and your mother fucking around, he'd probably kill us...that's all 
going to end, though...I'm moving out...But first, I want you to get this 
notebook and the pills and...Well...Everything.  I want to read this shit and 
I don't want you fucking around with it until I've had a chance to check it 
out...Deal ?"  He had no intention of ever giving the stuff back to Timmy and 
the possibilities that flooded his head were endless.  A sixteen year old kid 
had no business fucking around with this shit !

    "Uncle Dale...You can't move out...Aah...Come on...Who am I going to go 
surfing with and fuck around with ?"

    "No...Tim...I've made up my mind.  Plus you looked like you were getting 
along pretty well without me this afternoon.  Your grandma lives alone and I'm 
sure she wouldn't mind some company, now that your granddad is gone.  If I 
stay here, it's just a matter of time before your mom and I get caught and 
that would fuck up just about everyone.  Have you been slipping those pills to 
us every day ?"

    "No...No...No way, Dale.  Just a couple of times...I tried to tell you..."

    Dale waved him off and Timmy shut up.  "How many times have you used the 
pills ?"

    "Well...I used them on Mrs. Thompson first and then Sherry...Shit !  It's 
almost like once you give'em the shit you don't have to give it to them 
again...They keep coming back for more...Without the pills...And the blue ones 
give you such a hardon...Shit !  It lasts for hours...Never gets soft...Fuck !  
It's great !  I can hardly..."

    Dale interrupted him.  "Tim, I'm not sure this is such a good idea.  You 
have no idea what this shit is.  It might fuck you up in some way you don't 
realize."  But in the back of his mind Dale was thinking the same thing Timmy 
thought that first night when he finally realized what he had discovered.  He 
could fuck anyone he wanted to...Any time...Any where !  Wow !  What a fucking 
turn on !!??

                         ***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****

    It was Sunday and Dale had invited the family to brunch at the yacht club.  
His mother and father had been members since after the war.  The real 
war...WWII...Not the pretend war he'd participated in.  Dale's brother and 
Sally were sitting across the table from him.  He was sitting with his mother 
with Timmy at the end.  He'd talked with his mother earlier in the week and 
told her that he planned to move in with her - for a while.  He remembered her 
laughing, saying he had no business living with an old lady like her, plus she 
could get along on her own...Had been for almost ten years now.  He needed to 
live with people his own age...He was so young...What was he going to tell his 
friends...The women he saw..."I live with my mother ??  Sounds kind of 
strange, doesn't it, son..."  She finally relented but behind his back talked 
with some of her friends at the yacht club and found him a boat to live on.  
She knew he'd accept the offer if it was put to him the right way.

    Dale cleared his throat and started.  Everyone was drinking coffee, Dale 
was drinking a bloody mary and Timmy was sucking on a coke.  "...Aah...Don, 
Sally...I think it's time I moved on and started...I want to thank you for 
allowing me to spend so much time with you all...I've really enjoyed it and 
won't ever be able to pay the debt I owe you..."

    Sally was visibly upset, fidgeting in her chair.  Timmy let out an..."Aw, 
shit !"  His brother, Don, was telling him that if there was anything he 
needed...Just ask.  His brother went on to say how happy he was to have him 
move in with mother.  Mrs. Haggerty told him she didn't need anyone to live 
with her...She could take care of herself.  The brunch turned into a debate 
about whether their mother needed a roommate.  The idea of Dale leaving was 
lost in the clutter, to everyone except Sally, that is.  She was real pissed 
her steady lay would be staying with her mother-in-law.

    Across the dinning room sat Jody Pipe.  Jody was the head librarian for 
the local high school, Corona del Mar.  She had held that position for the 
last twelve years although she had worked in the school district for almost 
twenty years.  There was quite a heated discussion occurring at the table with 
Mrs. Haggerty.  Jody had been involved in several volunteer projects with Jean 
Haggerty.  Jean was a delightful woman and Jody loved to work with her.  Jody 
scanned the table Jean was sitting at.  She couldn't take her eyes off the 
dark haired gentleman sitting next to Jean.  Must be her other son ?  She'd 
seen the rest of the family with Jean many times.

    God !  He looked so much like...He couldn't be...Too old...Howie was only 
eighteen when she met him.  That would make him...What ?  Thirty-eight, Yea, 
thirty-eight...It was twenty years ago that her life changed forever.  She let 
her mind wander.....

    Jody's book club meeting had been canceled.  She wished she had gotten the 
word sooner.  She enjoyed book club.  It was a night out away from Tom.  Tom 
and Jody had been married for almost twelve years.  Jody was thirty-five.  
They'd met in grad school, both working on a masters in education.  His was in 
special ed - a new and upcoming specialty.  She was working towards her 
masters in library science.  They married shortly after graduation and went to 
work for the same school district back in Ohio.

    She was walking home from Margaret's house and for some reason, she 
couldn't remember why, came through the drive way and into the house through 
the back door.

    There in the front room was her husband, Tom.  He was sitting on the couch 
and at his knees, really between his legs, was a young high school girl.  Both 
of them were naked.  Jody froze in the dinning room and watched as the young 
girl's head bobbed over her husband's crotch.  He was encouraging her.

    "Come on, baby...Suck that cock...You love so much...Drain that lizard, 
you little bitch...That's it, Thelma, honey...Suck it !  Suck it !  Here 
comes, baby."  With that Tom started thrusting his hips up to meet the mouth 
that was gliding up and down his cock.  He was almost there and then the girl 
pulled her face away from his groin and started sliding her hand up and down 
his saliva slick cock.  She was pumping her hand much faster than her head had 
been bobbing in his lap.

    From the other room, Jody could see the spurts of his semen arc out of his 
cock and splatter onto the young girl's shoulder and face.  Some of it even 
landed in her hair.  When his cock stopped erupting, the young thing gobbled 
him up again and continued sucking and nibbling until he pushed her away.

    "Enough...You cum hungry slut...Enough."  Tom was spent and laid against 
the back of the couch.

    The young girl got to her feet and looked down at him.  "You gonna be able 
to get it up again, Mr. Pipe ?"

    Tom just shook his head and told her to leave.  Jody moved back into the 
dinning room and then eased out the back door.  She intercepted the young girl 
when she was about a block away from their house.

    "Miss...Miss..."  Jody was rushing to catch up with her.  The girl finally 
turned and looked behind her.  Now that Jody had caught up with her she didn't 
know what to say.  She finally blurted out, "...My husband...What were you and 
my husband doing ?"  The young girl didn't even look embarrassed...Wasn't 
shocked in the least.  In fact, she asked who the hell Jody was ?  When Jody 
told her, she laughed.

    "What do you think we were doing ?  Something you won't do with him."

    "Are you in love with him ?"  Jody asked.

    The young girl started laughing again and told her as she turned and 
walked away.  "Shit !  No...He pays me."  She kept laughing as she walked down 
the street.

    Jody was destroyed.  She slowly walked back to the house and found her 
husband reading a book, like nothing had happened.  To him, nothing had 
happened.  She moped about for a week before finally coming to the decision 
that changed her life forever.

    She started making excuses, two or three nights a week, to be out of the 
house.  She was sure Tom didn't mind.  He probably had that young thing over 
every time she left, sucking on his penis.  She couldn't believe it.  He'd 
never even asked her to do it.  All these years, she thought...All these 
years...She felt their sex was good.  She was a virgin when they married and 
knew that Tom didn't have much more experience than she did.  Why didn't he 
ask her to use her mouth on his penis ?  She'd read a lot about oral sex in 
novels and other places...She'd heard stories, too.  Jody Pipe was pissed.  At 
thirty-five, she felt life was passing her by.  She wasn't all that excited 
about being a librarian at the junior high level...Wasn't all that excited 
being with Tom, now that she found him paying a high school kid for sex.

    She wasn't bad looking at all.  In fact, many of the younger male teachers 
at her junior high school would often flirt with her.  She hardly looked 
thirty, was short at five foot two with sandy blond hair and a trim body.  Not 
much in the bust but like the saying goes, "more than a handful is wasted."  
She had a trim waist and nice hips.  What was her problem ?  She looked much 
younger than Tom and was much trimmer.  Maybe...that's why he had to pay for 
it ?

    She hardly knew where to start.  There was no way she'd encourage the 
young teachers who flirted with her at school.  She didn't want a scandal.  
That could ruin her career and she'd need that when she left that son of a 
bitch, Tom.

    She met Howie at a local pizza parlor.  She was drinking wine and trying 
to decide if she wanted to order anything when he called her by name.  "Mrs. 
Pipe...Is that you ?"  She looked up at him and was immediately struck by his 
dark, rugged good looks.  "You don't remember, do you ?"  Jody didn't.  He 
went on to tell her that he graduated just last Summer and was now working his 
way though the local junior college.  This was his second job.  He worked 
construction during the day.  Jody remembered, wondering how he had time to go 
to school ?

    They chatted for a few minutes until his boss told him to get some tables 
set up, or something.  Jody came back to the same pizza parlor again and 
again.  Howie always made sure that she got her glass of wine as soon as she 
seated herself at one of the tables.  They laughed and joked with each other 
and it wasn't long before she asked him when he got off work...Maybe she could 
buy him a beer ?  He laughed and told her he wasn't anywhere near twenty-one 
and didn't want to get her in trouble.  She told him not to worry.

    They eventually ended up in her car one night.  She was going to buy him 
some beer for a party he was having at his apartment after work.  She ended up 
staying and had a wonderful time with all the young people.  The "beer buying" 
became a weekly thing and it wasn't long before she was alone with him in his 
apartment...His roommate gone for the night.

    His first kiss surprised her...Really, it shocked her.  His tongue seemed 
to drill itself right through her lips and teeth...before she knew it she was 
frenching with him madly.  She was light headed and then felt both of his 
hands on her breasts.  They were in his kitchen.  She was leaning up against 
the counter and could feel him grinding his crotch against her stomach.  She 
felt him unbutton her blouse and then his hands were on her bra covered tits, 
his mouth on her neck nibbling...Jody Pipe was hotter than she had ever been 
in her life and started pulling Howie's "T" shirt off.

    Before she got it over his head, he lifted her and they were on the way to 
his bedroom.  He almost dropped her on the bed and they both laughed.  She 
could see the bulge in his jeans and then noticed that he was staring at her 
bra covered breasts, her nipples clearly visible, poking against the thin 
material of her bra.  His shirt was off and now he was pulling his pants down.  
The bulge in his jockey shorts looked so big.  She started to remove her jeans 
but he told her to stop.

    Howie got up on the bed in just his shorts and slowly dragged her jeans 
off.  Her panties came with them and his eyes feasted on her curly brown bush.  
He lowered his head to her belly and she damn near came when he started 
reaming out her belly button.  When she felt his tongue in her pubic hair she 
pushed on the top of his head until his tongue snaked into her vagina.  She 
started humping and didn't stop until he rose, pulled off his shorts and poked 
his hardon into her cunt as far as it would go.

    Jody realized that she was screaming.  She still had her blouse and bra 
on, could feel his sweaty body bouncing up and down on top of her.  His penis 
felt so good.  She was so wet...He was so hard...And then he flooded her.  She 
could feel her pubic hair get soaked with his seed.  Her legs were up around 
his middle, his cum dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass and he was 
still fucking her.  Afterward, they lay together for a long while.  He finally 
took off her blouse and bra.  He sucked her nipples and bit her breast meat 
until she just had to have him again.  She could feel his hard penis rubbing 
against her thigh and hip.

    She pushed him over on to his back and straddled his cock.  Her hands 
easily guided him into her and she was off on a trip she prayed would never 
end.  She watched him below her.  The concentration on his face as he thrust 
himself up to meet her slippery cunt.  She rode him for a long while, 
sometimes fast, sometimes slow.  He finally couldn't stand it any longer, 
reached up and pulled her to him as he thrust himself in and out of her like a 
freight train until they both came in one big sweaty mess.  The bedding below 
them was soaked in sweat and semen.  Jody was tingling all over.

    They talked until late into the evening and Jody didn't get home until 
almost midnight.  Tom never said a word and Jody figured he'd sated himself 
with his high school whore while she was getting her brains fucked out by her 
"stud."  She was ecstatic and started seeing Howie two or three times a week.

                          ***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****

    Jody had been seeing Howie just about every day after school for a 
"quickie" before he had to go to night school or to the pizza place.  It was a 
Wednesday and she met him as he got out of the shower.  She didn't even have 
her clothes off yet, dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock.  He 
was dripping wet but couldn't resist her lips as they played along his "skin 
flute."  He always told her she made such beautiful music.  His first orgasm 
was a gusher and she had to swallow three or four times to get it all down.  
She wished she'd stripped off her clothes so she could let him cum on her 
tits.  He loved to do that and then rub his shrinking hardon against her 
nipples !

    "Jody...Jody...Stop, honey...I've got class tonight...Remember.."  He let 
that trail off as she dragged him by his half hard pecker into the bedroom.  
She'd taken off her panties while driving to Howie's apartment and was only 
wearing a skirt and blouse.  While pulling him by his pecker, she backed right 
up against the bed and fell down on it.

    She yanked her skirt up and now Howie had a clear view of her pussy.  She 
was already wet and rubbed some fingers in her curly brown pubic hair, tracing 
her cunt lips.  She was positive Howie couldn't resist eating her or maybe 
even fucking her a little before he left for class.  She was right.  Howie 
sank right to his knees and buried his face in her bare loins.  She could tell 
he was excited as his tongue wormed it's way right into her and started 
lapping her cunt lips like a dog in heat.

    She was just about to enjoy a nice little orgasm when he rose and stroked 
his hardening cock a couple of times while watching her hips still wiggling 
around on the mattress.  She reached down and grabbed her ankles, pulling them 
above her head.  Howie landed on her like a ton of bricks and drove the air 
out of her in one big "woooosh."  He poked and poked until his almost totally 
hard cock drove into her and then fucked her non-stop until they both came in 
a sweaty heap on the bed.

    When he rolled off of her, Jody could feel her blouse sticking to her 
skin.  The room was filled with the smell of sex.  She could feel the mess he 
left between her legs, dribbling down on to the bed and wanted more.  She got 
up and started to get out of her blouse.  Howie pushed her back down on the 
bed and kissed her - a long open mouthed kiss, tongues fencing with each 
other.  When it ended, he rolled her over, spanked her behind and jumped off 
the bed.

    "Hey !  Baby, I can't miss class tonight...I've got a test."  With that he 
was gone.  Jody heard the door slam shut and then slowly got to her feet and 
lowered her skirt.  She was almost to the door when she heard the shoe box 
drop.  At least that's what it sounded like.  She looked over at Howie's 
closet and found the door ajar about six inches.  Something made her 
investigate and low and behold, standing in the closet was Howie's roommate, 
Kevin.

    He was wearing a pair of jogging shorts which were pulled down around his 
thighs.  Kevin's slim dick was long and hard, his right hand wrapped around 
the base.  His face was a crimson color.  He couldn't look her in the eye but 
then Jody wasn't looking at his face, she was staring at his cock.  It was a 
good two or three inches longer than Howie's, poking out of a nest of almost 
blond pubic hair.  Such a contrast to Howie's dark curls.

    They were both frozen and then Jody reached out and stroked his cock.  The 
first spurt made her jump when it splattered against her bare arm.  The next 
spurt landed on her skirt and then he dribbled some into her hand.  His cock 
started to shrink in her hand as she dragged him out of the closet and over to 
the bed.  She sat on the edge and dragged his shorts to the floor while her 
mouth captured his cock head.  Her lips nibbled on his softening dick while 
her tongue caressed the mushroomed shaped head.  Her hands were busy pulling 
her blouse off, her bra followed and as she worked to strip off her skirt she 
could feel his penis start to get hard in her mouth.

    It was fully hard by the time she was naked and then he was on top of her, 
fucking her like a mad man.  Her legs were up around him.  She was moaning and 
groaning and that made him fuck her faster.  He was cuming again and she 
wasn't far behind, yelling for him to fuck her faster and harder - begging him 
not to stop but eventually he did.

    Ten minutes later, Jody sucked Kevin hard again and then got to her knees.  
Kevin pulled her to the edge of the bed and rammed his cock into her up-thrust 
butt, grabbed her hips and pounded his cock in and out of her sloppy wet cunt 
until they both came again.  This time both of them were yelling and 
screaming.  The fucking went on for over an hour until Kevin was spent and 
sore.  Jody went home a mess.  She smelled like a locker room and had the 
jizzim of four fuckings dribbling out of her raw, swollen cunt.  If her 
husband noticed, he said nothing about it because that evening his high school 
hooker had sucked and fucked him dry.  Tom was ecstatic Jody was spending so 
much time away from home.  He could care less where she was spending it.

    The next Saturday afternoon she fucked both Howie, all dark and hairy, and 
Kevin, all blond and fair.  They took turns with her and then started sharing 
her - one fucking her while the other fed her his dick.  Jody Pipe was in 
heaven and it wasn't long before she took them home and had them work her over 
in her own bed.  The bed she shared with her husband.  Tom eventually caught 
her and her lovers.  Jody would often masturbate while thinking of that 
evening...Seeing the look on Tom's face when he walked in the bedroom and saw 
her taking both of her "studs" on at the same time - one in the cunt and one 
in the ass...It was her favorite fantasy.

    She left Tom soon after that, got a divorce and moved to California.  Jody 
Pipe's appetite for younger men continued to grow and even now on the down 
side of fifty, could count several men, young enough to be her sons, who were 
her lovers.  A week didn't go by when Jody didn't have a young man over to 
quench her thirst.....

                        ***** CHAPTER SEVENTEEN *****

    The family brunch broke up.  Dale had been adamant, he was going to live 
with his mother.  Sally, his brother and Timmy had left about twenty minutes 
ago.  His mother was introducing him to an older gentleman she knew.  Dale was 
hardly paying attention until the guy said, "...been looking for someone to 
boat sit for me."  Dale was looking at a woman who appeared to be staring at 
him.  She was several years older than he was but very attractive.  Dale 
smiled at her.  Jody Pipe smiled back and left the club.

    Dale's mom said, "Dale's looking for a place to stay for a while."  Dale 
snapped back to the present, "...boat...looking for a place..."  His interest 
was piqued.  In less than ten minutes, Dale was telling the guy they'd follow 
him to the marina.

    "You're at the marina, Dale !"  Dale's mom exclaimed.  Dale started 
laughing and he wasn't even stoned.

    Ten minutes later, Dale was sold - just looking at the yacht - about 
sixty-five feet with a master cabin that was down right decadent.  Dale didn't 
know shit about sailing but thought maybe living here for a while...Ah !  Who 
was he kidding ?  He was too old to get into something like this plus there 
was the money.  Something like this cost a lot of cash and Dale only had his 
retirement.  He had no intention of going back to work...At least the kind of 
work he was used to !?

    He told his mother's friend he'd move in that very afternoon.  Mrs. 
Haggerty was smiling from ear to ear as they left the yacht club.  So was 
Dale.  He imagined bringing all kinds of women to the yacht and...And...Well, 
what do you think ?  Shit !  He'd never been much of a ladies man and hadn't 
had much success picking up women...Except with his wallet.  Maybe he'd use 
the pills...Fuck !  He couldn't do that...Could he ?

    Dale dropped his mom off and raced off to his brother's.  He had his room 
cleaned out in less than ten minutes and said final good-bys to his brother's 
family.  "...over for dinner...Yea !  I can do that...Thanks for everything 
guys..."  Sally hardly said a word.

    Timmy walked out to his car with him and said, "You think I could bring 
some girls over to this yacht you're staying on ?"

    "We'll see, Timmy."  Dale was very non-committal.

    Timmy was kind of pissed.  "Well, we're still going surfing aren't we ?"

    "I don't know Timmy.  I'm going to be a bit busy getting the place all set 
up and taking care of it..."  Dale let that trail into nothing.

    Timmy was thinking his uncle was putting him off.  "Well, he'd be sorry.  
I'm going to have pussy hanging all over me."  Timmy had kept some of the 
pills.  He told his uncle he'd given them all to him.  Ha !  Ha !  Fat chance.

    Dale was back at the marina getting settled when the owner dropped by.  
"...thought I'd show you all the gadgets ?"  Dale learned how to run the sump 
pump, "...because it leaks a bit..."  He learned how to turn the stereo on and 
run the motor,  "...about every three days to keep the batteries charged..."  
The owner said.  Dale could hardly wait for him to leave.

    A young lady and her mother appeared to be leaving another boat a few 
slips away.  Both of them caught Dale's eye.  Blondes, thin and very 
attractive.  Dale imagined fucking them both...He could with the pills !  What 
the fuck was he thinking ?  The daughter was hardly fourteen, maybe fifteen !

    He was bored twenty minutes after the owner left but glad he was on the 
yacht...On his own, instead of living with his mother or his brother's family.  
He tired of listening to the shitty music the guy owned.  Big band shit !  His 
mother listened to it.  He headed out to the nearest music store and shopped 
for over an hour and two hundred dollars worth.  The girl at the counter was 
in her mid-twenties.  Short and very buxom, not that good looking but with 
real dark hair.  Kind of reminded him of Deborah...Well, just kind of.

    "Wow !  If I knew you were going to buy this much I would have sent an 
assistant to help you !  The assistant would get a commission on this large a 
buy..."  She let the thought trail off.

    Dale was stoned as shit and just smiled at her.  He was thinking he'd love 
to give her a commission to let him cum on her tits.  He was glad he bought 
some dope from Timmy.  He still couldn't get over how expensive it was.  Maybe 
he'd grow it ?  Nah !  Too much hassle.  And what if it sucked ?  He'd have 
wasted all that time...What was this lady saying ?

    Dale listened to her finish up and then leaned toward her.  "Why don't you 
put the commission down for yourself ?"  He whispered.  "I won't tell."  He 
laughed a stupid little laugh.

    The girl looked around and then started hitting the keys on the register.  
Dale paid her and then turned to leave.  "Remember...My name's Mandy...If you 
happen to come in again...Ask for me and I'll help you...Ok ?"  Dale just 
laughed and nodded.

    He smoked some more dope when he got back to the yacht while listening to 
his new music and then remembered that there wasn't a thing to eat on the 
boat.  He laughed like crazy, considered going without but eventually wandered 
up to the yacht club and sat at the bar.

    "You got a dinner menu ?"  He asked the bar tender.  He was so stoned, he 
wasn't sure he could read a menu.  He laughed out loud and the waiter gave him 
a funny look.

    Dinner finished, Dale remained at the bar and had a liquor for dessert.  
An older woman came into the bar.  It was Sunday night and the place was damn 
near empty.  It was almost nine, most of the dinner crowd gone and just the 
staff hanging around, cleaning up the dinning room.  The woman sat two chairs 
down from Dale at the bar.  He glanced at her but quickly turned away when he 
caught her staring back at him.

    "Eddie, give me a glass of the house white will you ?"  Eddie went to pour 
her a glass.

    Joanie Baxter looked back down the bar.  She'd never seen this guy in the 
club before.  Probably ten, maybe fifteen years younger than her.  Good 
looking though, in a rugged way, but way too old.  Like Jody Pipe, Joanie 
liked younger men...Much younger.  She flashed back to catching Jody that 
evening and laughed out loud.

    Dale looked back at the lady who was laughing.  It must be contagious.  
Maybe she's stoned, too ?  He started laughing.  They looked at each other and 
then turned away.  Joanie drifted back to that evening.....

    It was about ten years ago.  Jody was new in town.  Joanie had lived in 
the condo for just a little over five years.  The condo was a present from her 
husband.  He owned his own business and had long ago replaced his love of her 
with a love for his business.  He called it "his baby."  Joanie was a bored 
housewife, sitting at home all day with not a fucking thing to do.  She made 
her husband's home life hell, always asking him to take her places and do 
things with her.  One Sunday he drove her down to the beach...Joanie fell in 
love with the place...Newport Beach...She pestered him for months to get her a 
place down at the beach.  He finally relented and bought her the condo.

    She always suspected he was happy to have her away from his business.  
Maybe he was getting a little on the side...possibly...his secretary ?  It had 
been years since the two of them had slept together and had sex.  She figured 
she'd be a fool to threaten divorce.  It would be better if they remained 
married...He'd stay in town...She'd stay at the beach...Plus...he picked up 
the bills...She couldn't ask for a better arrangement.  Let him fool around 
with whomever.  There were plenty other fish in the sea.

    The first Spring she lived at the beach, she hired some workmen to 
re-paint and do some work around the condo.  There were three of them, two 
guys in their twenties and a teenager.  He was a basketball player for the 
local high school and was kind of shy.  Joanie flirted with him like crazy.  
He was cute, real tall with short brown hair and always wore sleeveless "T" 
shirts.

    One afternoon she asked him to stay after the other two left and as she 
planned, one thing lead to another...They ended up in bed and the young kid 
fucked her four times.  The affair lasted until he went away to college and 
after that Joanie started hunting...That's how she caught Jody.  She hardly 
knew the woman.  They'd wave to each other every once and a while but that was 
it.  Jody was several years younger than she was and they didn't travel in the 
same social circles although the woman did belong to the yacht club.

    Since her young stud left for college, Joanie was having a hard time 
sleeping at night.  She was restless and wandering the house at all hours.  
She noticed the pizza sign on the car parked across the street.  "A little 
late to be delivering pizza !"  She thought.  It was just after midnight.  The 
same car was there the following evening at about eleven-thirty.  The young 
guy, who got out of the car without a pizza, stayed until almost three.  
Joanie was sure that there was some hanky panky going on and she wanted some.

    She made a point of finding Jody at the club, the next time she went, and 
asked her, "Honey," Joanie called everyone "Honey."  "How'd you find a pizza 
delivery so late ?"

    Jody turned a crimson color and stammered a feeble excuse.  "...tutoring 
the boy..."

    Now that's a line if she ever heard one !  Joanie laughed and just carried 
on.  "If he's got some friends...I'd be real interested."  The two parted 
company and Joanie thought nothing would come of it.  The woman was so 
embarrassed she could hardly carry on a conversation.

    The following Friday night, the phone rang around about eleven.  "Hi !  
Joanie ?"

    Joanie was half asleep and real pissed the phone woke her.  She grumbled 
something into the receiver.

    It was a woman.  "Did you order a hot pepperoni pizza...Late night 
delivery ?"

    "No I didn't...Who is this ?"  All she could hear was the dial tone.

    She rolled over only to be disturbed by the door bell less than ten 
minutes later.  She put on a robe and went to see who was at the door ?  The 
kid wasn't very tall and didn't have a pizza box in his hand but Joanie 
flushed when he said, "Jody, thought you might like a little pepperoni with 
your pizza pie this evening ?"  He smiled.  "Well, you gonna ask me in ?"

    A half hour later the young kid was fucking her brains out and she 
couldn't get enough.  He ate her pussy and sucked on her tits for hours.  The 
kid kept saying over and over again, "...you've got the biggest tits I've ever 
seen."  Joanie loved it and even went down on him after they showered...A 
first.

    It wasn't the last time and the next morning, Jody called and asked if her 
pizza was hot.  Joanie laughed and told Jody that she could use a pizza 
deliver every weekend.  They became friends...close friends.....

                         ***** CHAPTER EIGHTEEN *****

    Dale was watching the news when the woman ordered a second drink.  Without 
thinking, Dale asked if he could buy her a drink ?  Joanie was hornier than 
hell after day dreaming about Jody's pizza delivery boy.  She'd come a long 
way since then.  Jody and her often shared "studs," comparing them with one 
another.  It had been years since she had shared her bed with a man anywhere 
near her age.  This guy was probably in his forties but was a pretty 
attractive guy.  She allowed the guy to slide down the bar and accepted his 
offer.

    Eddie knew the guy was way out of his league, several of his friends had 
scored with Joanie Baxter and he was patiently waiting his turn.  He was just 
over twenty-three and knew it wouldn't be too long and he'd be out of the 
running.  He mixed their drinks.

    Dale didn't know why he offered to buy her a drink ?  Shit !  She was damn 
near as old as his mother...Well, that wasn't true but she was at least fifty- 
something.  Here he was, on his own for less than a day, and already thinking 
of hitting on a woman - an old woman, at that.  The pills were burning a hole 
in his pocket...He couldn't remember why he brought them, then remembered that 
afternoon and the young woman at the record store.  Wasn't that great looking 
but wasn't any where near his age - at least twenty years younger...Maybe ?

    He fumbled around and finally dropped the pink one in Joanie's drink.  She 
was going on and on about something.  He was hardly paying attention.  He'd 
read all the notes...Felt he had a grip on this...After all, if Timmy could do 
it, so could he.  What was he talking about ?  He was scared shitless.  And 
did he really need the pills ?  For an old lady ??  Well...Too late now !

    Joanie was bored.  This guy'd had plenty of chances to make a pass and all 
he was doing was sitting there, listening to her gab.  Time to leave.  One 
last chance buddy.  "It's been very nice meeting you, Dale, but it's well past 
my bed time.  You need a ride anywhere ?"  She got up to leave.

    Dale jumped out of his bar chair and mumbled, "...Uuh...No, Joanie...I 
live on a yacht...Right here."

    Joanie'd never been on a yacht.  None of her boy friends were old enough 
to own much of anything except strong, young bodies and hard...Oh ! that was 
such a nasty thought.  "Oh !  Dale, I'd love to see it."

    Dale was so confident as they left that he swallowed the blue pill with 
the last of his liquor.  When the bar was empty, Eddie found the small pink 
pill under Joanie's bar napkin.  He looked at it and then threw it in the 
trash.  Probably some vitamin one or the other of them was taking.  Fucking 
old folks.  He was kind of pissed Mrs. Baxter left with the guy.  He was 
thinking that tonight was his lucky night.  He'd heard enough stories about 
Mrs. Baxter...Some of them had to be true...Didn't they ?

    Joanie Baxter was very impressed with Mr. Haggerty's boat.  Dale didn't 
have the guts to tell her he was only boat sitting...She never really asked if 
he owned it...Just assumed it.  Dale learned long ago, in the air force, never 
answer unasked questions.  People really didn't want to know.

    They were just leaving the master cabin when Dale's penis got hard.  It 
grew right down his pants leg and was poking out at a grotesque angle.  There 
was no way he could hide it.  God !  It was hard as rock...Like the ones he 
got with Sally in the last month.  Fuck !  These pills were dynamite !  He 
knew it'd take an hour or so of hard fucking to get rid of it.  Then the fear 
flushed through him...He was afraid.  He wasn't any closer to getting into 
this old woman's pants than he was in the bar.  Shit !  What was he supposed 
to do ?  He thought that by now the old broad would be stripping out of her 
clothes and begging him to fuck her.  That's what the notes said.  Maybe they 
were bullshit but then what about the hardon in his pants ?

    Joanie blinked twice when she saw the lump of meat in Dale's pants.  God ! 
He's hung like a horse.  She quickly looked up at his face and found him 
blushing through his dark tan.  They were in the galley and space was tight.  
Joanie moved to squeeze by him and in the process rubbed her butt against the 
lump in his crotch.

    Dale damn near blew a load in his pants as the woman squeezed by him.  He 
could actually feel the material of her dress being dragged across his hardon.  
His arms came up, reached around her and his hands tried to encompass her huge 
tits.  The were the fucking biggest tits he'd ever had in his hands.  He 
squeezed them.  The woman pushed back against him and rubbed her fanny back 
and forth against his cock - then up and down.

    When she started the up and down motion, Dale gasped out, "You want some 
of that, Joanie ?"  He licked her neck below her short white hair.  Positive 
it was dyed and trying to guess what color her bush would be.  He was sure he 
was going to get fucked tonight and the strength in his cock convinced him 
that he was going to fuck the shit out of this old woman.  He kept squeezing 
and rubbing her tits.

    Joanie looked back at him and quite matter of factly said, "Uhuh !  Yea !  
I want a lot of that.  You going to give me a lot of that ?"

    Dale turned her toward him and drove his tongue into her mouth.  Joanie 
figured the guy was horny as hell and hoped he'd last enough to fuck her.  She 
could feel his hands at the hem of her skirt.  He was pulling it up and now 
had his hands on her panties.  Her panties were coming down and now she felt a 
hand in between her legs.  She spread them wider now that her skirt was up 
around her hips.  She felt his fingers explore the lips of her cunt and then 
he plunged a finger into her.  She let out a gasp !

    "Come on, Dale...Fuck me...Fuck me with that big cock of yours !"

    Dale lifted her up on to the table in the galley and dropped to his knees; 
ripped her panties off and pushed her knees further apart.  "First, I'm going 
lick and suck your cunt until you're begging for it."  With that he buried his 
face in her fat, shaved cunt and reamed his tongue right between her saggy 
labia.

    "Aaaaahhhhhhh !  Oooooohhhhh !  Yeaaaaaaa !  Ream it out, Dale...chew on 
it !  Yeeeaaaaaaa.....Ooooooh !  Fuck !  I'm cuming !  Oooh !  Fuck !"

    Dale was convinced she was hot on the pill.  He'd never made a woman cum 
so fast.  He kept licking her cunt, finally settling down to teasing her 
clitoris with his tongue while he stroked his fingers in and out of her.  She 
was sloppy wet.

    "Come on, Stud...I want it now !  Fuck me and I'll show you my tits, 
Dale."

    Dale was wild and up on his feet in seconds, ripping his jeans down.  His 
cock was bowed up against his belly with the head digging into his lower 
stomach, just below his belly button.  It almost looked like a handle.

    Joanie stared at it.  Maybe not the largest she'd ever had but the unique 
shape turned her on.  She reached out with her legs and wrapped them around 
his middle.  Dale bent his cock down and rubbed the head against her spread 
outer labia.  He dug the head around until he could easily see her hole.  No 
where near as tight as his sister-in-law looked.  He poked the head of his 
cock into her and them wiggled it around.

    "Show me your tits and you get more...Come on, Joanie...Show me your 
tits."

    She reached up with one hand and began to unbutton her blouse.  When she 
had it pulled out of one side of her skirt, she reached up and slid her bra 
strap down.  The weight of her breast pulled the strap down her arm and now 
her light brown areola was visible.  Dale fed her two or three inches of his 
cock and she pulled the cup all the way off.  Dale buried himself in her and 
started fucking her.  Her nipple was just a bit darker than her areola and 
about the size of a dime - hardly erect at all.

    Dale was fucking himself in and out of Joanie at an ever increasing pace.  
She was no where near as tight as Sally or his wife for that matter.  Though, 
she was as hot or hotter than his sister-in-law ever got.  He was sure he'd be 
fucking her for the next hour or so.  He wondered if she knew what she was in 
for ?  He fucked her faster and leaned down to suck her exposed nipple into 
his mouth.  She was arching her back and thrusting back against his cock.  He 
started cuming, filling her to over flowing and just kept fucking her.  He 
could hear the squishy sounds their bodies were making as his cock pistoned in 
and out of her.

    Joanie knew he had cum.  She could feel herself hemorrhage his 
semen...Feel it dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass.  When she rested 
her butt on the table top she could feel her ass cheeks slip on the cum 
coating the table under her.  He kept fucking her and Joanie started cuming 
again.  Her legs scissored around him as her orgasm spread through out her 
lower abdomen and then raced down her thighs causing her lower legs to jerk 
around spasmodically.  He was carrying her, still skewered on his cock.

    The bedroom was darker.  He threw her on to the bed and started to rip off 
his clothes.  Joanie followed suite and now they were naked.  She spread her 
legs and brought her knees up but he pushed them down and crawled over her 
belly.

    "I want to fuck your tits, honey...And...And cum all over your face."  
Dale was out of control.  His cock was drooling his cum and her cunt butter.  
Joanie leaned up and captured the head of his cock with her lips.  It was up 
against his belly and just hard as a pipe.  She had to twist her head quite a 
ways to get a hold of his dick, but once she captured it, was off to the 
races, just sucking his brains out.

    Dale forgot all about fucking her tits, grabbed her head and pumped his 
cock in and out of her mouth until he blew a load down her throat.  Joanie's 
eyes flashed open as soon as Dale's cock started shooting gobs of cum into her 
mouth.  She swallowed once and then again.  Dale pulled her face away from his 
still hard cock and traced her lips with his cum and saliva coated cock.  She 
was panting and had a sheen of semen on her chin and both of her lips.  A drop 
of jizzim was dribbling out of the right corner of her mouth.

                         ***** CHAPTER NINETEEN *****

    There was a good South swell running and Dale was scratching like crazy to 
make it over the three to four foot wave humping up in front of him.  It had 
started to break over to his right - a two foot high wall of white water, 
rushing toward the shore.  Dale paddled harder and just made it over the wave 
before it started to break.  He kept paddling hard as there was another one 
right behind the first.  The third wave was the largest and Dale wheeled his 
ten foot G&S board around and started paddling toward shore.  He felt the wave 
lift him and jumped to his feet.  He looked off to his left and saw the wave 
start to break.  He dropped his right foot back toward the tail block and put 
pressure on the inside rail.  The board dug into the bottom of the wave and 
came about to the right.  He kept his foot near the tail block and stalled out 
for just a split second before shuffling toward the nose and bringing his 
weight forward.  The board trimmed up and was about a foot from the lip of the 
wave.  Dale casually walked to the nose and planted the toes of his left foot 
over the nose of the board.  He was accelerating by the second, could feel the 
wind against his face.  The wall in front of him was shallowing out, forming 
the shoulder of the wave.  Dale back peddled quickly and brought the board 
around toward the shore.

    When the wave steppened up in front of him he turned toward it and walked 
toward the nose again.  This time he planted both feet right on the front of 
the board and dropped his hands to his sides.  There was another surfer 
paddling out in front of him so he quickly back peddled and brought the board 
around toward the shore again.  In the process he sprayed a rooster tail of 
water on the young surfer paddling out.  When he turned back toward the wall 
of water to his right it was coming over so he dropped his right foot back 
further on the board and kicked out.  He was on his knees and paddling out in 
just seconds.

    He thought about his leaving this morning.  He woke before it was real 
light.  He could smell her on the sheets, could hear her breathing.  He 
slipped out of bed but not before staring at her nude body as she lay next to 
him.  Her body wasn't all that bad, a little cellulite here and there but her 
tits more than made up for it.  And her cunt...Shaved clean as a baby's butt 
and so juicy.  He started to get hard remembering the fucking and sucking they 
did.  He wondered if, after leaving the way he had, she'd want to see him 
again.  Well, he left her a note...asking her to wait for breakfast when he 
got back from surfing.  Maybe that wasn't such a hot idea ?

    She was gone when he returned.  Beneath his note, she wrote; "Had to 
go...give me a call...640-1994."  It was now Wednesday and he still hadn't 
called her.  Dale was embarrassed he used the pills to seduce an older woman.  
There was no way he wanted to begin a relationship with her.  He wanted 
something younger with a hard body but as horny as Joanie had been.  Dale was 
sitting at the beach and watching a thirty-something mother drag her young 
child down toward the water.  The young thing had a pail in his hand.  There 
was a shovel sticking up out of it.  The mother was big and blonde - wide 
hips, wearing a two piece bathing suit with the side cut up high so that half 
of her ass was bare.

    Dale imagined stroking his cock in and out of her ass while she bent over, 
grabbing her ankles.  His cock started to lengthen and thicken in his trunks.  
He got up and wandered down to the ocean to get a better look at her.  The 
young boy was digging in the sand about ten feet from the surf line.  Dale 
glanced to the side as he passed her and headed out to body surf a bit.  She 
had nice, big tits.  He could see her nipples poking against her top.

    Ten minutes later, after catching two waves, Dale made his way back to the 
shore.  The cold water seemed to intensify his high.  He'd smoked some reefer 
on the way to the beach.  What's new ?  The woman was staring at him and he 
smiled at her as he walked up the beach and sat back down on his towel.  
Mother and son walked up from the surf and right towards him.  Dale was 
reading a book and hardly noticed them.

    The woman stopped right in front of him and asked him, "Can you watch Greg 
for a few moments while I go to the bathroom ?"

    Dale looked up at her.  She had that California look, clear skin, light 
tan and he couldn't take his eyes off her tits.  They were bulging over the 
top of her suit.  She squatted down and looked Dale in the face, "Well, could 
you ?"  Dale just nodded as his eyes bored into her groin.  He could see some 
blonde hairs escaping from the crotch of her bathing suit.  His cock lurched 
in his pants.  Off she went and Dale had a hard time keeping track of Greg as 
he ran up and down the hard packed sand that fronted the ocean.  He finally 
got up and shadowed the boy.  Greg thought he was playing a game and ran down 
the beach.

    Dale finally chased him back to where his mother was sitting and found her 
waiting for them.  "A hand full, isn't he ?"  She smiled at Dale.  Dale smiled 
back and then she continued.  "Thanks..."

    Dale couldn't take his eyes off of her after their exchange.  Exchange, my 
ass, Dale hadn't said a word.  He was so fucking stoned - he could hardly form 
a thought, let alone express it.  Twenty minutes later, Dale picked up his 
stuff and headed for his car.  The woman called out, "Thanks again..." as he 
walked up toward the parking lot.  He raised his hand in acknowledgment not 
even bothering to look at her.

    He got back to the yacht and immediately got into the shower.  Boat 
showers sucked.  There was never enough hot water but Dale got used to it.  He 
was drying off when he heard her call, "Dale...Dale...You here ?"

    He peeked out the head door and watched Joanie make her way down the 
center of the yacht toward the master state room.  Timmy must be right about 
just giving it to them one time.  She was wearing a skirt and blouse with 
sandals.  Involuntarily, Dale started to get a hardon thinking of the fucking 
and sucking they did the other evening.  He was still stoned and imagined 
himself bending her over and fucking her ass.  His cock got harder.  He crept 
out into the hall and moved down past the galley as Joanie slipped into the 
master state room.

    She had her back to him when he got to the door to the state room.  "What 
are you doing here, wench ?"  He cried out.  Joanie jumped and twirled toward 
him.  He rushed her and ended up on top of her on the bed.  He was naked and 
his cock was almost hard.

    "Oh !  Don't, Captain...Please...Let me go..."  She was giggling, almost 
laughing.

    Dale's cock got harder as he reached for his "T" shirt which was at the 
foot of the bed, next to his boxer shorts.  He sat up on her with his knees on 
her arms.  They were above her head, her breasts tight against her blouse.  
She was struggling a little and it made his dick become fully erect.  It was 
bobbing in his groin as he tore his "T" shirt into strips.

    "Ooohh !  Captain...Don't tie me up...I'll do anything you want.  Please 
don't hurt me !"

    Dale tied her arms to the head board above her head then got to his feet 
at the side of the bed.  "Didn't I tell you...Never...Never...Never come back 
here !"  She was staring at his hard phallus and wiggling about on the bed.  
He reached down and ripped her blouse open.  Her bra encased tits poked out of 
her torn blouse.  He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips.  "I'm going 
to fuck you until you beg me to stop, you wench !"  Joanie kept struggling 
against her bonds and giggling as Dale walked out of the state room to get one 
of his magic pills.  Joanie Baxter was going to get her brains fucked out and 
she knew it.  When he entered the state room after lighting a joint and 
downing his magic pill, she was smiling up at him.

    "Captain, you sure have a big cock !"

    "Do you like big cocks, wench ?"  He was laughing, pulling on the joint.  
He dropped to the bed and ripped her blouse further apart.  Her bra was too 
sturdy and he couldn't rip it off her so he got to his feet and went to the 
galley.  He came back with a large carving knife and this was the first time 
Joanie showed any fear.

    He tossed the knife aside after cutting her bra where the cups joined.  
Her tits were now bare and Dale started to suck on them.  His hand crawled up 
under her skirt and grabbed the crotch of her panties.  They were damp and he 
ripped them down to her ankles.  Her legs were moving around as she struggled 
to get free.  The fear in her eyes being replaced by lust as Dale sucked on 
her udders and slid his hand back up into her crotch.

    His cock was painfully hard, rubbing against her bunched up skirt.  His 
fingers were in her, two at first...then three.  Her cunt was a swamp, sucking 
his digits into an inferno.  Dale got to his knees between her legs and raised 
her legs to his shoulders.  When he bent her in two, his cock sliced into her 
cunt and Joanie screamed, "Ooooohh !  Shiiit !  Fuck me...Fuck me !"  She was 
wild beneath him, undulating her body up against his.  His cock was pummeling 
her smooth, shaved cunt.  The two of them were sweaty in minutes and still 
Dale pounded his hard pole in and out of her.  She was throwing her head back 
and forth on the bed, her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks.

    Her screaming never ended, least of all when Dale loosened a flood of 
semen into her cunt.  He could feel it ooze out around his cock as he kept 
fucking her and fucking her and fucking her.....

                               CHAPTER TWENTY

    They were exhausted.  Dale's hardon finally subsided but not before he'd 
fucked her three times.  Once on her knees, still tied to the head board.  
He'd pried her fat ass cheeks apart and rubbed his cum soaked cock right 
against her lightly haired asshole; finally burying himself in her bowels and 
fucking her until she was screaming.  She was hardly tight in the ass and Dale 
figured she'd had it plenty of times up the "Hershey Highway."  Afterwards he 
cut her loose and watched as she sucked and licked his cock and balls clean.  
He finally loosened a weak load in her mouth then fell asleep for an hour or 
so.

    She was watching him when he woke.  "What made you tie me up, Dale ?"

    He was going to laugh then thought better of it.  "I was watching this 
pirate movie a couple of nights ago and was pretty stoned when you wandered 
aboard the boat...Shit !  Joanie, I don't know...Seemed like the thing to do 
at the time...Why ?"

    She was tangling and untangling her fingers in the mat of hair on his 
chest.  She looked up at him.  "It really turned me on...That's all.  It 
seemed to turn you on too.  If you want...I bet I could introduce you to half 
dozen women...Who'd really get off on what you did to me..."  Dale looked at 
her like she was crazy.  "...No, Dale, I'm not kidding...I must have had a 
dozen orgasms...Even when you were fucking me in the ass...I was cuming and I 
don't usually get off that way."

    Dale was thinking, "Well...If they're all your age...I'm not interested."  
He couldn't get the young, blonde mother out of his mind.  He wondered if 
she'd get off being tied up ?  He laughed and Joanie asked him what he was 
laughing at.  He hopped off the bed, without answering her, and got them a 
glass of wine.....

    .....Dale was sitting out in the sun on the yacht.  It was Saturday 
afternoon.  As usual, he was stoned.  Surfing had been mediocre this morning 
and he thought the beach would be too crowded later so he got stoned and was 
fantasizing about the young girl on the boat down the way.  She'd come out 
about ten minutes ago - to sunbathe too.  Probably fifteen, maybe 
sixteen...Nice little body.  He figured he'd have to tie her up to get her to 
fuck him.  Might be worth it though but the twenty years in San Quinton 
wouldn't be.  His mind wandered back to Joanie's last night.....

    She'd invited him to dinner at her place.  He'd gone to a novelty store 
that afternoon and bought a pair of handcuffs...As a joke, kind of.  He was 
bored and drove right over to Joanie's place...Almost an hour early.  She 
lived in a real nice neighborhood...A little old but nice just the same.  He 
parked and got out of his car.  While walking up the walk to her front door he 
had a very nasty idea...She probably wasn't dressed yet, he'd surprise her.  
He left the walkway and wandered around to the back of the house.

    He found the sliding glass door unlocked and slipped into the house.  
Immediately he could hear the sounds of sex, sweaty bodies slapping together.  
He could also hear Joanie egging someone on like she had him the other 
evening.  He slipped down the hall and peeked into what he figured was the 
master bedroom, where the sound was coming from.  There in the middle of a 
king size bed was Joanie with her legs wrapped around a very brown body.  Dale 
saw the guy's clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed and figured he was her 
gardener ?

    Was he pissed ?  Not really.  In fact watching them fuck was turning him 
on.  He felt the handcuffs in his jacket pocket and the idea exploded in his 
brain...Much better than his first.  He backed down the hall and then yelled 
at the top of his lungs, "Who the hell's fucking my wife ?"  He heard the 
commotion in the bedroom and started laughing.  The young Latino was trying to 
pull his pants on when he entered the room.  "You've got about two seconds to 
get your ass out of here or I'll kill you, you mother fucker !"  Dale was 
still yelling.

    Joanie was up on her elbows, laughing.  Dale could see her cunt oozing his 
spunk and figured the young stud had fucked her at least once before he 
arrived.  His cock was now shriveled up and dangling between his legs as he 
got his pants on and high tailed it down the hall.  Dale followed slowly and 
made sure the sliding glass door was locked before he walked casually back 
into the bedroom.

    "You've been a naughty girl, Joanie.  Looks like I'm going to have to 
teach you a lesson."  He was dangling the handcuffs with one hand as he drew 
his zipper down with the other.

    "I couldn't help myself, honey.  Please not the handcuffs...Please."  Her 
face part laughter, part lust; legs still spread, her cunt drooling semen.

    Dale moved like a cat and had her arms handcuffed to the head board of her 
brass bed in seconds.  This was going to be fun.  He could feel his cock start 
to get hard as he struggled with her arms.  She was kicking her legs around 
when Dale finally got off the bed and stripped off his clothes.  When naked, 
he sported a descent hardon and could see that Joanie wanted it.  But first a 
little punishment.  He pulled the belt out of his pants and hopped up on the 
bed.  This was the first time she showed any fear and just like the other 
evening, when he sliced her bra with the carving knife, it turned him on.

    He wrestled her over onto her stomach and now she was really struggling.  
He used about a quarter of the belt and slapped her ass...Probably a little 
harder than he wanted to but it got the desired effect.  She almost bent in 
half trying to get away from the pain in her ass.  He slapped her ass again 
and she shirked.

    "You...mother fucker...You hit me again with that belt and I'll...I'll 
kill you !"  Dale laughed and ran his hand up into her crotch.  Her cunt was a 
swap of semen.  He poked three fingers into her and twisted them around.

    He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Such a naughty bitch you 
are...Would you rather have my cock punish you or the belt ?"

    Joanie sucked in a deep breath and cooed up at him, "Oh !  Yes...Please !  
Please...Use your hard cock."  Dale grabbed her hips and raised her to her 
knees.  Her arms were pulled up above her head, her face was buried in the 
pillow.  One thrust and he was buried in her...She was liquid fire.  He 
started fucking and didn't stop until he mixed his spunk with that of her 
Latin lover.  He collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath.  He 
could hear her ragged breathing below him.

                        ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE *****

    It was obvious Joanie had gone to a lot of trouble preparing dinner and it 
was excellent.  But Dale was uncomfortable she had gone to so much trouble.  
He really didn't want the relationship to flourish and probably would never 
have agreed to the thing at all...?  But then things were kind of getting out 
of control for Dale.

    "Dale...I want you to meet a friend of mine.  I'll treat for brunch Sunday 
at the yacht club...What do you say ?"  Dale became more uncomfortable but was 
relieved she was introducing him to someone else.  Still he felt he was being 
sucked into her web.  He still felt guilty about using the pill on her the 
first time and hadn't used it since.  Either way she was always horny and 
often begged him to fuck her another time...Even when it was obvious he was 
exhausted and wouldn't be able to get it up for Lord knows how long ??  He 
wasn't guilty about using the blue pills...Jesus !  The hardons they gave him 
were fucking unreal !

    She was going on and on about this woman she wanted him to meet.  She 
lived right across the street.  It was this woman's gardener who was fucking 
her this afternoon when he arrived.  She wanted to set him up with her.  She 
assured Dale that he'd really like her.  "Come on, Dale, what have you got to 
lose ?  If you don't like her, you don't have to see her."  Dale finally 
acquiesced and Joanie told him she'd meet him at his yacht about noon on 
Sunday.....

    .....Dale was driving his brother's station wagon.  Timmy had been 
pestering him for weeks to come to the San Clemente Surf Festival and watch 
him compete.  He was glad he hadn't seen Joanie last night because it was a 
real early morning.  Timmy's first heat was a 0530 show.  Dale felt a flush of 
pride when Timmy was announced.  Then felt self-conscious when the announcer 
mentioned that Timmy's uncle, the '60's surf star, Dale Haggerty, was in the 
audience.  Timmy lived up to the Haggerty reputation too, finishing in the top 
two of both his early heats.  Unfortunately he finished out of the money and 
missed the finals by just one place.

    The two of them hung around for the finals but Timmy seemed more 
interested in a very nice looking young lady...A typical beach bunny type with 
blonde hair and wearing a small bikini.  After all, he was now a successful 
surf contestant and that drew pussy like bees to honey...Right ??  Dale was a 
little suspicious especially after the two of them went to the station wagon 
and came back real stoned.  It got worse.  Timmy begged and pleaded with Dale 
to take them to the yacht but they couldn't get there fast enough.  Timmy and 
the young thing ended up in the back of the station wagon as Dale drove back 
toward Newport Beach.

    "Oooooh...Timmmy...Your dick feels so goood !"  Dale had a ragging hardon 
most of the way to the yacht and was continually trying to get a peek at the 
action in the rear of the station wagon.  He wondered ??  Did Timmy hold out 
on him ?  Was he still using the pills ?  If Timmy was bold enough to keep 
some of the pills for himself, he was sure he'd never tell him the truth about 
it.

    "Slap...Slap...Slap..." is all he could hear as Timmy fucked the young 
thing's brains out.  The heavy breathing and sex sounds damn near drowned out 
the radio.  Dale was relieved to reach the marina parking lot without blowing 
a load in his trunks.  As he got out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the 
young blonde pulling her bottoms back on.  She had a nice furry pussy.  He 
just smile at her when she caught him staring.

    Timmy rushed to catch up with him as he walked toward the yacht.  "Dale ! 
Dale !  Hold up, man."  Dale turned and slowed his pace.  Timmy was almost 
panting when he caught up with him.  "You don't mind...do you ?  I mean, this 
cunt is hot.  She's gonna wear me out and then...Then I figured...Well...Shit !  
You know what I'm getting at, Dale."

    "Timmy...It's ok if you use the yacht but I've got a date to have brunch 
with some ladies at the club so I hope you're up to the task."  He laughed and 
Timmy immediately started laughing with him.  The young thing was following 
them as they approached the yacht.  Once inside, Timmy and the young lady 
wasted no time heading for the master suite and Dale hit the head for a 
shower.

    As he showered, Dale couldn't get the young thing out of his mind.  He'd 
love to be between her legs, sucking and licking her fur covered twat.  Why 
did he agree to have brunch with Joanie ?  His cock started to get hard and he 
considered whacking it a little...Thought better of the idea and got out of 
the shower.  He was drying off when he heard Joanie call his name.  He wrapped 
the towel around him and stepped out into the hall.

    He found Joanie listening at the master suite door.  "I'm back here."  She 
jumped and backed away from the door.  The young thing was moaning out another  
orgasm and was clearly audible through the door.

    "I...I thought you...you might be in there."  She pointed toward the door.

    Dale laughed.  "No...That's my nephew and his girl friend."

    Joanie's eyebrows arched up over her eyes.  She almost asked him how old 
his nephew was.  "Well...Are we going to brunch ?"

    "Sure.  Let me get some clothes on...Or...would you...?"  He let the 
question dangle and pulled the towel from his waist.  His cock was still 
rubbery from fantasizing about the young thing in the master cabin.  Let's see 
now...Timmy was fucking that older woman down the street...Maybe he'd be 
interested in Joanie and her big tits ?  Dale closed the distance between 
them.

    Joanie couldn't take her eyes off Dale's cock.  She almost glanced at her 
watch to see if they had time but knew they didn't...And how old was his 
nephew ?  She felt his hands on her tits.  He was unbuttoning her blouse and 
his cock was growing with every passing second.  She reached out and started 
stroking it.  He had her bra unfastened and was sucking on her breast meat.  
She could feel herself become wet between the legs.

    Dale was almost fully hard and praying Timmy would wander out of the 
master state room.  His hands were fumbling with the zipper at the back of 
Joanie's skirt.  The sounds from the bedroom had abated.  Joanie's skirt was 
around her feet and Dale was dragging her under panties down when Timmy walked 
out.  Timmy froze.

    He couldn't believe the size of the woman's tits.  Jesus !  They made Mrs. 
Thompson's look small.  Dale was sucking on one of them and dragging her 
under panties down.  Fuck !  The woman shaved her pussy !  Timmy's cock, still 
hard from the effects of the magic pill, throbbed.  He wanted some of this 
woman...And while she was a lot older than Mrs. Thompson...That didn't deter 
him at all.

    He boldly walked into the galley and stated matter of factly, "Aaah...I 
think Cindy would like to talk to you, Dale."

    Dale was startled.  He spit Joanie's breast out of his mouth to find Timmy 
staring at it.  He looked up and found Joanie staring at his nephew's cock.  
It was hard up against his stomach and now Dale was sure Timmy had held out on 
the pills.  At this point, though, he could care less...If he was in here with 
Joanie...Dale'd be in the master state room with Cindy or whatever her name 
was.  All thoughts of brunch evaporated.  He stepped away from Joanie and 
Timmy stepped up to bat, his cock slick with the young thing's cunt butter and 
who knows how many orgasms ?  Joanie moaned as Timmy lifted her to the galley 
table and immediately thrust his cock between her splayed legs.  Dale could 
hear their bodies slapping together as he walked into the master state room.

    The young blonde was lying on her stomach and Dale just stared at her nice 
tight butt.  Maybe he should start hanging around with Timmy ?  When Dale got 
on the bed, she looked up at him.  "Oh !  Hi !"  She was stoned as shit and 
staring at his cock.  He flexed it a couple of times and it bobbed in his 
crotch.  She rolled to her back and Dale gazed at her cunt.  The hair was a 
just little darker than the hair on her head.  He looked up at her tits...Nice 
tits...A little small but with dark brown areolae and fat nipples.

    "Timmy's busy in the other room..."  She giggled and as Dale moved between 
her legs, spread them wider.  He could see her pubic hair was matted with 
Timmy's spunk and his cock throbbed.  He lowered himself to her and poked his 
cock into her cunt.  She wrapped her legs around him and started moving below 
him.  Dale started thrusting immediately.  Even though she'd been fucked 
several times, she was so much tighter than Joanie.  Dale gave her everything 
he could and soon felt the tingling of his orgasm approaching.  The young 
thing was thrusting herself up at him and he couldn't hold off.  His cock 
exploded and flooded her pussy with more cum.

    Dale felt himself shrink but kept fucking anyway, only rolling away from 
her after he fell out of her jizzim soaked cunt.  The blonde rolled over on 
her side and while he was getting his breath, said.  "You gonna get it up again 
or you want me to blow you ?"  Dale started laughing as the blonde moved down 
to gobble up his cum soaked cock.

                        ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO *****

    Dale woke late in the afternoon.  The blonde was gone.  He struggled out 
of bed and found the galley empty.  He searched the rest of the boat and found 
he was alone.  He wondered where Joanie went ?  He heard someone jump on the 
deck above him.

    "Dale...Dale...You up ?"  It was Timmy.  He appeared at the entrance to 
the galley and immediately started laughing.  "Aaah...the dead has risen.  
"Shit !  Man, you missed half the party...Where'd you meet that Joanie...She's 
a fucking animal.  She's sucking my brains out when Cindy walks in and tells 
us you fell asleep.  I was glad I'd taken..."  He abruptly stopped talking.

    "Keep going Timmy..."

    Timmy remained silent so Dale continued, "You held out some of the pills, 
didn't you ?  I thought we made a deal ?"

    "Yea...And you aren't using them ?  Joanie said I was just like my 
uncle...Could fuck for an hour or more and never got soft.  So what's the big 
deal ?  You given her a little of the stuff ?  Or what ?"

    Now it was Dale's turn to clam up.  They stared at each other until Dale 
went to the ice box and got them a beer.  They sat and talked for about an 
hour.  Dale finally admitting what he'd done and Timmy confessing that, 
"...Shit !  Yea ! I kept some of the pills.  I'm getting laid almost every day 
and I don't even use the pink ones anymore...Just use the blue ones and have 
these monster hardons and the word's gotten around and...Shit !  Broads are 
coming up to me every day, almost.  You doing anyone other than Joanie ?"

    Dale was about to answer when Timmy interrupted him, "Awh...Shit !  I 
forgot to tell you.  Joanie said she'd meet you at the club for dinner...Six 
she said."  He started laughing.  "I think she had a little too much tube 
steak for brunch !"  Dale couldn't contain himself and started laughing too.  
Little did he know that Joanie had arranged for Timmy to drop by her place 
that evening...Jody Pipe was in for a big surprise !

    Jody Pipe was pissed...Real pissed.  She'd been stood up.  She ended up 
having brunch with some other women and then spent the rest of the afternoon 
playing bridge with them.  Joanie never showed up.  After all the hype Joanie 
had given her all week and the bitch doesn't show...Probably fucking the guy's 
brains out...And after she sent the Hernandez boy over to fuck her fat ass the 
other day.  She finally left the club about four and headed home.

    Her phone was ringing when she entered her condo.  She was on her way to 
answer it when she heard Joanie on the answering machine.  "Oh !  Jody...Jody. 
It's Joanie, honey.  I'm so sorry.  Really...You've got to forgive me.  But 
you're not going to believe what happened to me and...And the deal I'm setting 
up for you...You're going to thank me for years.  Please call me as soon as 
you get home.  We'll go to dinner.  You won't be sorry.  I promise."

    Jody was intrigued now.  Joanie had been a good friend and for her age 
certainly got her share of young men.  Jody picked up the phone and called 
her.  She agreed to meet Joanie for dinner at the club.

    Dale found them immediately upon entering the dinning room.  He recognized 
Jody from a couple of Sundays ago and went right to the table.  "Oh !  Dale, 
I'd like you to meet Jody Pipe..."  And so the dinner went.  If Dale expected 
any overt come-ons he was disappointed.  There were none.  To all observers it 
was three middle aged friends sharing dinner together, maybe a married couple 
taking out their recently divorced friend.

    Dale, though, was quite impressed with Jody's looks.  Much more preserved 
than Joanie but had no where near the body of her friend either...Small 
breasted...probably fifty pounds lighter than Joanie and instead of Joanie's 
silver gray hair, she still had a lot of color, a sandy blonde.  Jody was a 
great conversationalist and the three of them closed the bar but it was Sunday 
night and that was not the event it would have been on a Friday or Saturday.

    As is normally the custom, the ladies retired to the powder room before 
the three of them left.

    Joanie was first to speak.  "Well...What did you think of him ?"

    Jody laughed.  "A little old for us isn't he ?  I haven't slept with a man 
near my own age since...Since my personal trainer at the fitness club and that 
was years ago.  Shit !  As I remember he was just thirty."

    "I guarantee you won't be disappointed.  He was so slow the first night, I 
damn near left him in the bar but was damn glad I didn't and the surprise I've 
got for you is just out of this world.  You won't be able to walk tomorrow, 
honey."

    "It's been a long while since I've felt that way."  Jody laughed as the 
two of them left the powder room.

    When Dale and Joanie left Jody at her car, Dale was confused.  He thought 
Joanie was going to...going to what ?  He wasn't sure.  Joanie assured him the 
woman would go ape shit over him.  Well, maybe the lady didn't like his looks.  
Dale wasn't that disappointed as after this afternoon he was ready to head 
back to the yacht and crash for the night.

    "Well...Did you like her ?"  Joanie asked as he walked her to her car.

    "Yea...She seemed like a nice woman."  Dale said, still thinking about 
crashing for the night.

    "I've got the key to her place...So why don't you pay her a visit tonight 
and give her a little of what you gave me a couple of days ago ?  Let's 
see...The pirate thing won't work and she isn't seeing anyone tonight so the 
cuckold husband won't do either..."  She let that hang.  She could tell Dale 
was apprehensive but had already outlined a little fantasy in her mind.  She 
was sure he'd go along with it.  She even bought the props this morning on her 
way to the yacht...And including Timmy had been a stroke of genius.  Jody Pipe 
was in for the time of her life tonight !

    Dale was scared.  He wasn't sure he could just walk into some stranger's 
house, tie her up and fuck her.  In fact, he was positive he couldn't and was 
about to tell Joanie that very thing.

    "Listen Dale.  I saw how you jumped that young girl's bones this 
afternoon.  Just because your nephew was mauling my tits and fucking me like a 
maniac doesn't mean I couldn't hear you and that darling, young girl.  Well, 
Jody Pipe is the head librarian at Corona del Mar and I happen to know that 
she knows several young things who love to meet sugar daddies every once and a 
while...You show her a good time and I'm sure she'll return the favor.  What 
do you say ?"

    Pictures of the blonde's head bobbing over his groin, her lips sliding up 
and down his cock flooded his brain.  Was he that obvious this afternoon ?  He 
sure didn't want Timmy picking up young ladies for him.  Before he knew it he 
was following Joanie's car and they were motoring out of the parking lot.

                       ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE *****

    Jody Pipe was almost ready for bed.  She was disappointed Joanie's stud 
didn't make a pass at her and was considering calling Joanie and asking her 
what was going on.  If the guy was fucking her fat ass, she was sure he'd find 
her more attractive.  Oh !  Fuck it !  The guy was way too old, anyway.  But 
she sure couldn't get the thought out of her mind...How much he looked like 
Howie.

    Dale slipped up onto Jody's front porch.  Initially, he wasn't too hot on 
Joanie's idea but she insisted everything would work out ok...Plus it was kind 
of exciting.  He remembered how hot Joanie was each time he'd tied her up.  
Shit !  It turned him on too...Even without the pill.  Joanie had given him a 
black sweat suit with a ski mask, no less, and some short pieces of rope.  He 
pushed the key into the lock and slipped inside after opening the door.  The 
front room was dark.  He could see there was a light on down the hall and 
while moving toward it, tripped over an end table.  He fell to the ground and 
made a hell of a noise doing it.  He started laughing as he got to his feet.

    Jody jumped when she heard the crashing sound in the front room.  What the 
fuck could that be ?  Not another earthquake ?  She moved out into the hall 
and heard someone laughing.  "Who's there ?"

    Dale was into the hall in seconds and saw Jody silhouetted in the light 
from the bedroom.  She was turning to the doorway as Dale rushed down the hall 
and crawling on the bed toward the night stand as Dale threw himself on to the 
bed.  He landed half on her and drove the air out of her lungs.  He quickly 
ripped the rope out of his waist and began tying her to the head board.  She 
was struggling like crazy but hardly making a sound.  After securing her arms 
to the bed he turned her over.  Her arms were crossed above her head which 
pulled her night shirt taunt against her breasts.  Her nipples were poking 
against the material.

    As soon as he rolled her over she started screaming.  Dale grabbed the 
pillow, yanked the slip off and stuffed it in her mouth.  The room got quiet.  
He was breathing hard but then so was she.  He smiled down at her and then 
realized she probably couldn't see his smile because of the ski mask.  Boy !  
Were these fuckers hot !  Joanie told him to keep it on...Fuck it !  He yanked 
it off and when he looked down at her, saw her eyes widen with recognition.  
She tried to talk but couldn't with the pillow case stuffed in her mouth.

    "Friend of mine told me you're a cock tease ?  Huh ?"  He was almost 
laughing as he taunted her and could feel his cock start to harden in the 
sweat pants.  "Well, you're going to have a lot of cock to tease tonight."  He 
started taking off the sweat suit.

    Fear was surging through Jody's mind and body.  Even after he took off the 
ski mask and what was he talking about..."a cock tease."  Jesus !  And who was 
this friend of his ?  He was naked to the waist, his chest covered with dark 
curly hair.  Her mind flashed back to Howie.  The resemblance was uncanny.  
Her eyes widened when his cock came into view.  The resemblance ended there.  
Howie was nowhere near as hung as this guy.  He was stroking his cock now and 
Jody Pipe was scared to death.  She started struggling against her bonds.

    Dale was just stroking his cock when she started to struggle.  He laughed 
and then went through the sweat suit pockets until he found the joint.  He lit 
it up and blew out a cloud of smoke.  "Not expecting any visitors are you ?"  
He laughed real loud and took another hit off the joint.  He'd taken one of 
the blue pills over at Joanie's and could feel the power surge through his 
groin.  His cock was like steel.

    Jody was really pulling against the ropes that bound her to the bed.  She 
was also kicking her feet around although that wasn't doing a thing for her.  
The rope was cutting into her wrists and it fucking hurt.  All of a sudden it 
dawned on her...Joanie...That fucking bitch set this up...She was his 
"friend."   Oh !  When she got out of this, she'd kill the bitch.

    Dale glanced over at the night stand drawer.  Right next to a slim, eight 
inch vibrator was the pistol.  He would have probably left right then if he 
hadn't been so stoned.  If Jody would have reached the drawer before he 
pounced on her...Who knows what would have happened ??!!  He reached for the 
vibrator and turned it to high.  "Warm up time, honey."

    Jody was wearing a thin pajama top, almost like a blouse with matching 
bottoms.  Dale threw the vibrator on the bed and crawled up beside her.  He 
reached into her top, ripped it apart and now her breasts were bare.  About a 
handful with small delicate looking nipples.  Her areolae about the size of a 
quarter and a light brown against her white breast meat.  He ran the vibrator 
over her nipples until they were pointing at the ceiling and could see her 
expression change...From pure hate to arousal.  This was going to be easy, he 
thought.  In a few minutes she'd be begging him to fuck her.  He kept working 
the vibrator over her breasts and up into her under arms.  She was wiggling 
around on the bed like a snake.  "Wait 'till you get some cock in you, honey."  

    Jody was trying to suppress the sexual feeling welling up inside her body 
but it was impossible.  It had been several days since she'd had a stud 
between her legs.  She was horny.  Her breasts were always super sensitive and 
this guy was driving her crazy with the vibrator.  She couldn't get enough air 
through her nostrils, her breathing fast and shallow.

    Dale kept the vibrator working on her tits while he pulled her pajama 
bottoms over her hips.  Her legs had stopped thrashing around on the bed and 
they easily slipped over her hips.  The "V" of her pubic hair came into view.  
She had a nice bush, well trimmed but thick up on her mons.  While he kept 
dragging her bottoms down, he slowly slid the vibrator down toward her magic 
triangle.

    She was sucking her stomach in, in an attempt to keep the vibrator off her 
sensitive skin.  It had reached her pubic hair and she could feel it slide 
toward her pussy.  When Dale ran the vibrator into the crease of her cunt, her 
whole body tensed up and she arched her body off the bed.  Again she had 
trouble breathing, her nostrils contracting as she attempted to suck air into 
her lungs.  Abruptly Dale drew the vibrator away from her cunt.  He pulled her 
legs further apart and knelt between them.

    "Time to lick some pussy, cock tease."  He pulled her legs up over his 
shoulders and pushed them back on to her chest.  Her cunt was spread before 
him.  He could easily see the lips of her vagina, a pink color in the tangles 
of her light brown bush.  He bent and licked her crack and it was like he took 
a cattle prod to her.  He looked up at her and asked, "Like it, huh ?"  He 
bent again and started reaming his tongue into her.  She was wild and could no 
longer control her body.  Her chest was rising and falling like an earth quake 
as she tried to suck more air into her lungs.  Her moans and groans clearly 
audible even with the pillow case shoved in her mouth.

    Her cunt was sloppy wet almost greasy.  Dale dug his tongue into her and 
held on for the ride as her body spasamed against his onslaught.  He could 
hear her trying to suck air into her lungs and glanced up at her face it was 
as white as the pillow case so he ripped it out of her mouth.  The breath she 
sucked into her lungs almost sounded like a train coming through a tunnel and 
then...

    "Aaaaagh...Ooooh !  Fuck !  I'mmmmm cummming !"  and then another deep 
breath.  Dale worked his tongue up to the top of her slit and wormed it around 
her clitoris.  She was wild below him, her ass bucking up into his face, her 
back contracting with his every swipe at her tender clit.  He slid his tongue 
down the crease of her sex and reamed it into her asshole.  Her orgasm was 
cataclysmic.  Her whole body thrashing around on the bed.  Her skin covered 
with a sheen of perspiration.  Her anus tried to capture his tongue but 
failed.  He licked back up to her clit and she started cuming again, maybe it 
was the same orgasm.  It was hard to tell.  This woman was definitely wilder 
than Joanie or his sister-in-law had ever been even on the pink pills.

    He drew his face away from her and watched her writhe around before him.  
His cock was like a crow bar and he wanted to pry her cunt lips apart with it.  
He dragged her back up on to his knees and started slapping his hardon against 
her spread cunt lips.  She was throwing her head back and forth on the 
mattress and Dale could stand the tormenting no longer.  He slipped the head 
of his cock into her opening and fell forward on top of her.  Her legs 
captured his neck and he thought she was going to break it.  He started 
fucking her liquid warmth and didn't stop until he felt his seed ooze out of 
her cunt and soak their pubic hair.  Still he kept fucking her.  She kept 
cuming, now wailing constantly as Dale's cock plowed in and out of her spread 
womanhood.

    Jody was beyond caring about anything.  The exquisite pleasure she was 
feeling was overwhelming.  She'd never cum like this and couldn't stop the 
spasaming of her legs around his neck.  Her back and ass arching up to meet 
his every thrust.  And his cock felt so good, like a lance slashing into her 
stomach.  She was cuming again and yelling at the top of her lungs.  She knew 
he had cum because she felt his semen leaking out of her and dribbling down 
the crack of her ass...Yet, he kept fucking her...Just pounding his dick in 
and out of her like...Like...One of those jack hammers.

    Dale finally rolled off of Jody after he had cum a couple of times, maybe 
three.  He lost count.  He was so fucking stoned he hardly remembered where he 
was.  He was sucking air into his lungs like a long distance runner.  Jody was 
lying beside him, her chest rising and falling like the tides of the ocean.  
She was covered with sweat, her nipples still erect, her bush now matted with 
his semen.  Dale wasn't sure he could continue.  His legs ached, his back 
ached but his cock was still as hard as steel.

    He slowly got to his knees, rolled Jody over on to her stomach and then 
pulled her to her knees.  He was in her like a hot knife into soft butter and 
began to assault her behind.  She was throwing her head back and forth on the 
mattress and he was positive she was cuming like a banshee.  He kept fucking 
until he finally passed out, his blood pressure not high enough to pump blood 
to his head but his cock was still hard.

    Timmy arrived at Joanie's home about eleven-thirty.  He was hot to get it 
on with her again.  He wanted to fuck those big titties of hers.  The house 
was dark when he walked up the path to the front door but Joanie answered 
before he knocked.  She squired him inside and then explained what she wanted 
him to do.

    Dale finally left Jody, tied to the bed, at midnight.  He struggled to his 
car and drove off into the night.  The chances of him seeing any surfing 
tomorrow were slim and none.

    Joanie and Timmy watched and then Timmy walked across the street.  He 
crept through the house and found the woman tied to the bed just as Joanie 
told him she'd be.  He waited for the call.

    "Riinnng...Riinnng...Riinnng...Riinnng."

    "Jody...It's Joanie, honey."  Came through the answering machine.  "I've 
got another surprise for you.  How about glancing at the doorway."  Jody 
raised her head from the bed and spied Timmy in the doorway.  He didn't have a 
stitch on and was stroking a nice hard cock.  "If you can get out of bed 
tomorrow...Let's do lunch."  Timmy moved toward the bed, still stroking his 
cock.  Jody's cunt was a swamp of semen and Timmy could hardly wait to bury 
his cock in her.  The effects of the pill surging through his body, his cock 
hard as a baseball bat in his hand.....

                        ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR *****

    Deborah Dune Johnstone had just arrived home from work.  Her youngest 
daughter, Stella, arrived this morning from college.  Deborah was so proud of 
her.  She'd just turned eighteen, after graduating from high school a year 
early...Had just completed her freshman year, back East at Deborah's alma 
mater.  Her other daughter, Gwen, was twenty and in the air force.  Gwen 
didn't like school but had the "right stuff" to make it into the air force as 
an enlisted woman.  Deborah was proud of her, too but in a different way.

    Stella was on the phone as Deborah walked down the hall to her room.  
"...bigger than Sven Johnanson's...Oh !  Brenda...He's much bigger than 
Sven's...And the head of his dick is so cool.  I can suck on it for hours.  
You doing it with anyone ?"

    Deborah flattened herself against the wall.  Brenda was Stella's best 
friend from high school.  She couldn't believe they were talking about their 
boy friend's penis size.  And "suck on it for hours."  Oh !  My God !  Her 
baby was...was....was what ?  And what does "doing it" mean ?  Did it mean 
what Deborah thought it meant ?  Of course it did !  Deborah was trembling.  
She wondered if her daughter had done it as many times as she had her freshman 
year ?  Deborah couldn't count on both hands the number of guys she fucked her 
freshman year !  Brenda must be talking now as her daughter's room was quiet.

    When Deborah picked up Stella at the airport this morning, she hardly 
recognized her.  She left for school after Christmas break with the same dark 
hair her mother shared with her sister and her but the blonde who knocked on 
the car window this morning wasn't her daughter...Couldn't be her daughter ?  
It changed her looks so much.

    Stella was laughing as she hung up and then before Deborah was able to get 
to her room, burst out into the hall.  "Oh !  Mom, you scared me...When'd you 
get home ?"  The two women wandered down the hall, Deborah still unsteady.  
Stella was going on and on about shopping that evening.  She was really trying 
to work up the courage to tell her mom that Salim, her boy friend, was 
dropping by tomorrow and she wanted him to stay with them.

    Oh !  He could afford to stay in a hotel but Stella wanted him to stay at 
her house.  That way he could sneak into her room after her mother went to bed 
and...Well, fuck her brains out.  Stella got wet every time she thought about 
Salim's long, hard, uncircumcised cock.  She was positive Salim would want 
some of Brenda too, even though she didn't have near the body Stella had.  
Brenda was a blonde, a natural one at that, and a year younger.  Salim loved 
blonde's.  In fact, wouldn't date anything other than blonde's.  That's why 
she bleached her hair.

    Her mind wandered back to the first time she met him.....The girl who 
introduced her told her he wouldn't give her the time of day.  Stella blew her 
off and spent the whole evening trying to interest him.  She knew she had a 
great body.  Not as heavy around the hips and thighs as her mom and sister but 
with tits, the same grade "AA" size as theirs.  Usually guys couldn't keep 
their eyes off them and when they were alone, their hands and mouths.  Stella 
loved it !

    After a very frustrating night trying to impress him, she threw caution to 
the winds and dyed her hair.  She also shaved her pussy because that would be 
a dead give away that she wasn't blonde.  It was a thick patch of dark, curly 
hair that grew like a jungle between her legs.  She inquired as to where Salim 
lived and went over to his place unannounced and uninvited.  The invite didn't 
take long and within about twenty minutes she was smoking some of Salim's 
dynamite weed and stripping out of her clothes in his bedroom.  She stayed 
with him for two days and did things she never dreamed of doing.

    While no virgin, she confined her sexual activity to guys she had been 
dating.  She was not easy.  She'd gone all the way with just three of her boy 
friends and just one of her college dates.  While not disappointed with her 
sexual experiences, they always left her...What ?  It seemed like after two of 
three times sleeping with them...They became stale.  But Salim was an entirely 
different guy; first off, he was Egyptian and really loaded.  Always had the 
best dope, a great car and lots and lots of money.  And in bed...God !  He 
made her cum like nobody else ever had......She was drenching her panties just 
thinking about him.  Better start prepping mom.

    "Aaah...Mom would it be all right if one of my boy friends comes and stays 
with us for a couple of days ?"  They were wandering the local mall and 
Deborah was amazed at the looks the two of them were getting.  Guys her age 
were sneaking peeks at her daughter, some of them openly staring at her.  And 
young guys were staring her down.  She'd never noticed before or maybe, paid 
any attention, was a more correct way to look at it ?  What did she say ?  Her 
boy friend ?  Jesus !  Was this the guy with the uncircumcised penis ?  
Butterflies were having a dog fight in her stomach.

    "When's he arriving ?"

    "Tomorrow, mom !  You'll really like him.  He's so cool."

    "Tomorrow !  Jesus, you kids don't plan anything do you ?"  She laughed 
and her daughter joined her.  Stella and Salim had been planning this visit 
since they started dating...Well, they weren't really dating...Just fucking !  
She was really looking forward to bringing her friend, Brenda in one evening 
and watch Salim go crazy over her.  He was more than man enough for two as 
he'd shown her several times.

    "Well...Mom, what'd you say ?"

    "I suppose it's ok ?  How long is he going to stay ?  We'll have to make 
up the guest room."  The two of them continued down the mall.

    "You gonna work at the restaurant again this Summer ?

    "Yea."

    "When do you start ?"

    "Day after tomorrow...I think ?"

    Keeping up with young people is a full time job in today's world !

    Deborah was busy getting ready to go out with her daughter and her 
daughter's boy friend.  He seemed like a very nice young man, Egyptian and 
apparently very well off.  He was in his senior year and Deborah figured him 
to be in his early twenties.  That some what concerned her...Her daughter 
going out with a senior but then she remembered her freshman year and laughed 
out loud.

    Deborah just turned forty-two and was starting to show signs of middle 
age.  She'd always been a "big" girl and struggled to keep her weight in the 
low one-thirties.  Ok !  On a good day.  Her hips and thighs were starting to 
go to shit but her bust was class "A."  She'd never met a man who didn't sneak 
peeks at her breasts while they were talking.  Both her daughters shared the 
same attribute.  Her dark hair had little gray in it and her legs were still 
trim if she wore something that covered her thighs.  Her stomach was still 
some what slim and she had the deepest belly button to go along with it.  Her 
butt was just ok...A little wide.  If she'd get off her ass and worked out a 
little, she was sure she could take five or six pounds off and look really 
great.

    Deborah divorced her husband about fifteen years ago.  Well...He was 
fucking around on her and about to dump her for a younger woman anyway; some 
assistant in the law firm he worked for.  That's ok !  He was a pencil dick 
anyway and Deborah often had a hard time remembering why she married him in 
the first place.  It took her six years, the drugs didn't help, to get through 
college.  She was about as prepared to enter the work force as a high school 
graduate.  He ex-husband was in love with her tits and had a great offer from 
a very prestigious law firm back East.  The girls came quickly and Deborah 
forgot all about using her degree until she faced the world on her own after 
the divorce.  She packed up the girls and headed West to the "Golden" state, 
her home.

    She was teaching junior and senior english at the local high school and 
very happy with life although she would prefer to have a man in it.  Dating 
with two young girls wasn't easy and even now after they had left the nest she 
wasn't very active socially.  She envied her daughter's youth.  Shit !  She 
envied her own youth and wished she could transport herself back to that time 
so long ago...Sex...Drugs and Rock and Roll !  What a combination !!??

    Jesus !  She was embarrassed at how much Salim spent on them.  Dinner was 
over two hundred dollars.  He was so gracious and polite and the money was 
unreal.  Shit !  He drove a Lexus and he was only a senior in college.  They 
arrived home early and Deborah'd had a little too much wine with dinner; she 
immediately retired for the evening.  The kids had other ideas.

                       ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE *****

    It was nine o'clock.  Deborah rolled over in bed.  She was glad it was 
Saturday as she felt like shit.  She couldn't remember the last time she drank 
so much.  She groggily rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, deciding 
she'd spend the morning grocery shopping rather than cleaning house.  The 
water cascading over her nude body felt great.  Dressed and out into the hall, 
she started to feel human again.  Her daughter's door was cracked open a bit 
and Deborah moved to check on her.

    She bolted away from the door and flattened herself against the wall.  The 
vision seared into her brain.  There on her daughter's bed was Salim, fucking 
her daughter's up raised behind.  She could feel her pulse race.  Her skin 
flushed; her breath coming in quick, shallow gulps.  She was rooted in the 
hallway and couldn't move away from the doorway.  She couldn't leave the house 
now, knowing her daughter and boy friend were fucking like minks but she 
should have !

    Deborah moved slowly to the doorway and peeked in again.  Her daughter was 
up on her knees, her face buried in the pillow.  Salim's slim, brown body was 
behind her, driving his manhood in and out of her at a very slow pace.

    The room was almost silent and then her daughter raised her head and 
pleaded with him.  "Oooh !  Salim...Come on, honey...Fuck me faster...I want 
to cum, baby."  Salim kept up his slow pumping behind her.

    Two views competed for Deborah's attention.  A direct view of Salim's 
brown back and buttocks, his testicles dangling between his thighs, as he 
fucked her daughter and a view through the mirror on the closet door.  That 
view showed her daughter's large breasts squashed into the mattress, her face 
contorted with lust, pleading with her lover and also Salim's hard cock 
sliding in and out between her daughter's butt cheeks.

    God !  His cock looked so long.  Deborah could see it glistened with her 
daughter's cunt butter.  She couldn't take her eyes off them...Her daughter's 
butt and her boy friend's cock, sliding in and out of her.  Her nipples were 
starting to harden and she could feel the humidity rise between her legs.

    It had been a long, long time since Deborah had been fucked and watching 
her daughter enjoy the animal-like coupling was turning her on.  Her hand 
started to move to the crotch of her shorts and then she noticed Salim was 
staring back at her through the mirror.  She jerked away from the doorway and 
back against the wall.

    Salim was extremely excited.  He'd been holding back for a long while now, 
just feeding Stella enough cock to keep her at the edge of the abyss.  He 
loved hearing them beg for it and usually made women ask for it several times 
before fucking them senseless, giving them the release they desired.  Stella 
Johnstone loved to beg for it, often using the nastiest language he'd ever 
heard from an American.  She was one of the hottest ladies he'd ever fucked.

    Well, she didn't start that way...Was almost innocent when they first met. 
While not a natural blonde, he didn't care.  Her insatiable hunger for sex 
more than made up for it.  She was so blatant in her effort to get his cock 
between her legs, bleaching her hair, shaving her cunt...And when he asked her 
to suck his cock the first time, went right to her knees and almost ripped his 
jeans apart in her eagerness to get his cock in her mouth.

    He spread her compact ass apart and just gazed at her anus, surrounded by 
lots of curly dark hairs, winking every time he filled her with cock.  She was 
still softly begging.  His thumb crept down the crack of her ass and wormed 
it's way into her butt hole.  A low moan came from the pillow.  He buried his 
cock deep in her belly and held it there while his thumb rotated around inside 
her anus.  He could feel it clenching on his digit and was considering 
drilling his cock into her asshole to feel her clenching anus bring him off.  
He glanced into the mirror, he loved to watch them.  Especially, if he had two 
or three over, watch them roll around with each other and then do them one at 
a time while the others watched.  Salim also liked to be watched, loved to put 
on a performance.

    Salim froze...There, in the doorway, was Stella's mother.  Her hand moving 
down toward her crotch.  She jumped away from the door.  He stared into the 
mirror while slowing drawing his slimy prick out of Stella's cunt.  He was 
almost positive the mother would peek around the door again...And when she did 
he was going to drive her daughter out of her mind.  He still had his cock out 
of her and Stella was pushing her butt back against him to capture it again.  
He slid it up and down the crack of her ass.  His foreskin pulling down so 
that his pointed cock head was totally exposed then crawling back up and 
covering it again.

    Stella's mom was a hot looking lady.  Salim wouldn't mind fucking her a 
time or two while he was here, even though she wasn't a blonde.  He laughed a 
little and then caught sight of Deborah's face again as she peered around the 
doorway.

    "Stella...Honey...Want it in your butt ?"

    "Oooh !  Salim...Come on...In the cunt...In the ass...I just want to 
cum...Fuck me, stud !"  She was begging again and it turned Salim on almost as 
much as knowing her mother was watching them and hearing them.  He laughed and 
noticed Deborah had moved away from the doorway again.

    Salim told her to reach back and spread her butt apart.  When she 
complied, he guided his throbbing cock to her asshole and sunk about half of 
it into her.  Stella's head jerked up off the pillow, she screamed a little 
and Salim drove the rest of his shaft into her.

    "Aaagh !  Ooooh !  Salimmmmm...Fuck me !  Fuuucck my asssssssss..."  Her 
wail dribbled off into nothing as Salim, beyond lust, drove his cock in and 
out of her asshole like a pile driver.  She started cuming in about thirty 
strokes and Salim was quick to fill her clenching asshole with spurt after 
spurt of sticky jizzim.  When he pulled his shrinking cock out of her anus he 
could see his semen escaping from her twitching asshole, rolling down her 
shaved labia.

    Deborah was shaking in the hall way.  Her daughter was getting her ass 
fucked and she loved it.  Her hands were between her legs, rubbing and 
massaging her aching cunt.  She knew she was going to cum and soon.  Her 
orgasm welled up in the pit of her stomach and exploded into her groin, her 
legs shaking, her back arching as she slid down the wall and settled on her 
haunches against the wall.

    Salim's cock was dangling down on his testicles when he finally climbed 
off the bed and made his way to the Stella's head.  His cock was covered with 
semen and glistened in the morning light.  He grabbed Stella's blonde hair and 
guided her mouth to his dripping pecker.  She gobbled him up.

                        ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX *****

    "Ooooh !  Yeaaaaa !  Fuck me...Timmy...Aaaaagh !  Shit !  I'mmm cummming !  
Faster...Faster...Ooooh !  Fuuuuck !"  Brenda's legs were wrapped around Timmy 
Haggerty's waist and ass as she held on for dear life.  Timmy had been fucking 
her for going on twenty minutes.  She knew he'd cum as she could feel his 
spunk dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass.  Nobody had ever made her 
cum like this.  Her legs were shaking as they fought to hold on to Timmy's 
middle.  His cock felt so good, pounding in and out of her, and every time his 
pubic bone slammed against her mound, it flattened her clitoris and that drove 
her crazy.  She'd been cuming non-stop for what seemed like hours.  Like I 
said earlier; the dope, Timmy gets, is fucking fantastic !

    Brenda vaguely remembered smoking some reefer with him before he offered 
her a ride home.....She'd been hanging out at a friend's house; the girl was 
waiting for some guy to drop by a little smoke.  The guy turned out to be 
Timmy.  She had no idea it would be him.  Before he arrived, her friend told 
her that this guy was just about the best guy in the sack that she'd ever 
had...Lasted for hours and gave great head.  The absolute greatest !  She met 
him at a party...Smoked a little of his dope and then had the greatest urge to 
fuck his brains out...Very glad she followed her urge.  She's not the only 
one, either.  The guy is fucking half the senior class...Well, not really, 
just...Her friend rattled off a half dozen names.  They were all very popular 
girls.

    Her friend continued, "You know Debbie Hightower broke up with Jackson 
Reynolds to fuck around with this guy and after three dates, the guy dumps 
her.  Jennifer Tally too...She broke up with that college guy she was dating 
to go out with this guy...Same thing...He drops her like a hot potato after 
fucking her three nights in a row."  Her friend went on and on.....

    .....Timmy lit a big bowl of dope and they started smoking.  She'd really 
never thought of Timmy as a sexual being.  He was just a good friend.  Safe.  
Polite and never tried to take advantage of her.  She threw that all away to 
date that asshole quarterback.  She'd dated since then but never let anyone do 
a thing.  She was embarrassed she'd been so free with her virginity but there 
was no going back now !  She could hardly wait to see her best friend, Stella, 
she wanted to tell her all about it...And she could hardly wait to meet Salim.  
She didn't believe a word Stella told her about his dick...But Timmy ?  Her 
friend had to have the story wrong but then the bowl came around again and she 
took another drag.  The three of them got very stoned and then Timmy asked her 
if she needed a ride home.

    They were in her bedroom.  She was close to naked...Just her panties on 
and Timmy was pulling his jeans off.  His cock was hard, up against his belly.  
His eyes were padlocked on her breasts.  She rolled on to her back and arched 
it so her tits poked up in the air.  They weren't that big...About a hand 
full, with nice small, pink areolae...Nipples about the size of a pea.  The 
quarter back had never made her feel this horny.  Timmy was up on the bed and 
now had his tongue buried in her belly button.  She could feel him pulling her 
panties down.  She lifted her hips and then his mouth was in her wispy, 
blonde pubic hair.  His tongue found her slit and she had her legs spread as 
far as she could get them.  He was licking her and she was close to having an 
orgasm.

    Her back contracted, her legs shook and then she was screaming for him to 
lick her.  It made him wild.  He was licking up and down her crack and it was 
so slippery.  Her hands were in his hair, pulling him up on top of her.  His 
cock was in her...All the way.  He felt huge...Much bigger than the 
quarterback.  He was pumping like a wild man and she was cuming and cuming.  
She could hear herself screaming...Incoherent...Saying things she never 
thought she'd say.  She could feel his cock injecting another load of semen 
into her belly.  Her vagina hemorrhaged jizzim.

    Timmy was on his back.  He could hardly catch his breath.  He'd pumped 
three loads into Brenda's tight pussy.  She had moaned and groaned like some 
of the real slutty girls he'd fucked in the last three weeks.  Jesus !  Three 
weeks...Fifteen different girls.  He hadn't been lying to Dale when he told 
him he no longer used the pink pills...Sure, he'd tried them a couple of times 
but no shit !  The word really did get around and he'd never forget the party 
when this senior walks up to him and says, "I hear you've got things that are 
better than the dope you sell ?"  It wasn't a question and as he draped his 
arm around her, was sure she'd be sucking and fucking him all night.  Since 
then it was all by himself.  He'd never used the pink pills again and when he 
counted the times he used them...Let me see...Five...No, four.  He was proud 
of that and wondered if Dale was still using them ?

    Dale was busy fending off Joanie and Jody.  Well...Joanie wasn't much of a 
problem...She had a harem of young guys, falling all over each other to win 
her favors.  Joanie told him that Jody was no slouch in the young man 
department but on the other hand; every time he saw her she was hot for his 
cock.  She called him the morning after the rape, after extracting the phone 
number from Joanie.  She insisted they have dinner the following night and 
wouldn't take "no" for an answer.  Dale was not a happy camper.

    While it turned him on to no end...What he did to her...She was ten years 
his senior and Joanie was older than that.  Dale didn't want to be with just 
one woman, he wanted to play the field...And younger woman.  A sugar daddy.  
He laughed...Fat chance.  Even though he ended up bringing Jody back to the 
yacht, fucking her brains out and spending the night with her as she didn't 
leave until after breakfast the next morning...He wanted a younger 
woman...With a firmer body, who loved to fuck just like Joanie and Jody.   He 
couldn't get that blonde headed surfer girl out his mind.  God Damn !  Was she 
hot !  But Joanie and especially Jody were available.  He didn't know of any 
surfer girls who were hot to go out with a forty year old surfer, regardless 
of how good he was twenty some years ago.

    After several nights spent fucking and sucking with Jody, he resigned 
himself to the fact that younger women were just out of his reach.  They 
started playing fantasy games as Jody still got turned on, thinking about the 
night he broke into the house.  Dale spent a lot of time perusing costume 
shops, renting uniforms and costumes - plumber, delivery man, etc.  He never 
considered using the pink pills again and was still embarrassed he used them 
at all...That first time, with Joanie.  Jody was insatiable every time he saw 
her and he was thinking he'd never find another woman...Like her ?  He 
supposed he could do worse.

    Their planned trip to Las Vegas depressed him.  Oh !  He was glad to be 
going...He loved to gamble...But ?!  His only vision...was...of them, as an 
over the hill couple just wandering the casinos...Part of the geritol crowd.  
When Jody told him that she not only liked to gamble and drink but that 'Vegas 
was just about the best place in the world to pick up a one-night-stand...Dale 
began to look at Jody in a different light.

    They left on a Thursday night, gambled until dawn, fucked until 
mid-morning, had a wonderful buffet and napped until eight at night.  Dale 
wanted to do some serious gambling so he left Jody with her slot machines.  He 
had no problem finding a serious game and was playing five card stud with 
three other players in a very posh, semi-private room at the Mirage.  Two 
other guys and a woman.  The woman was dressed impeccably and very good 
looking, about his age.  She could also play cards.  He kept catching the 
other two guys sneaking peaks at her.  He laughed to himself and concentrated 
on his cards.  The woman and Dale won most of the hands and Dale acquired a 
sizable pile of chips in front of him.

    It was coming on midnight when in walks this middle-aged, hippie looking 
guy...Jesus !  He looked like an indian...Dark tan, almost a leather color 
with long, shoulder length, scraggly hair - gray as shit, wearing a raggedy 
pair of bell-bottoms with a madras shirt that had definitely seen better days.  
He was sporting a pair of colored granny glasses pushed up on his forehead and 
Dale was positive the guy was stoned out of his mind.  The guy's eyes roamed 
around the room, settling on each of the male players and then he winked at 
the bar waitress.  Dale cracked up.  The young thing winked back.  There was a 
twinkle in his eye when he put his hand on the woman's shoulder and whispered 
something in her ear.

    She smiled and said, almost out loud.  "A few more hands, ok ?"

    The hippie guy just nodded and looked right into Dale's eyes.  He winked 
at him and Dale finally looked away.  The guy left the room but Dale got a 
glimpse of him standing outside the room when the game broke up about one.    
Dale almost didn't recognize him.  Same tan, same gray hair but now it was in 
a well cared for pony tail.  He was wearing a pair of tan slacks with a blue 
shirt and a jacket, no less.  He'd traded the granny glasses for a pair of 
aviator shades.  He had his arm around a young lady and was holding another's 
hand.

    Dale was busy cashing out and didn't notice the woman until she put a hand 
on his shoulder.  "My husband and I are planning on having a few drinks with 
some friends.  You game ?"  She was smiling and showing a lot of teeth.  "Oh !  
Sorry, I'm Carol Tamarack...My husband was the fool who bothered us a while 
back...Mister Hippie."  She laughed.

                       ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN *****

    Carol led Dale through The Mirage to a small bar, well away from the 
casino.  On the way he mentioned that he was here with a lady friend.  Carol 
said, "Cool...Figured as much."  They found her husband with his arm around 
each of the young ladies in a booth, well away from the entrance.  Dale moved 
to go get Jody but Carol stopped him and asked her name.  She made a call on 
her cell phone and told him, "She'll be right here...in a few minutes...They 
just found her."

    "Your daughters are beautiful...I mean...Very good looking."  He was a 
little embarrassed.  Jesus !  They were darling.  Young skinny things with 
small breasts, pushing against their tops.  Fuck !  What was he thinking ?  
And right here in front of the parents.  Jody was going to get fucked good 
tonight.  He laughed...It was morning.

    He kept laughing and only stopped when the woman told him, "We don't have 
any daughters...My husband has a lot of young friends."  Dale froze and just 
stared at the man with his arm around the two young ladies.  They couldn't be 
more than seventeen, maybe eighteen.  Shit !  They might be younger.  He was 
shitty at guessing anyone's age.

    Jody put her arm in his and abruptly ended his staring.  Carol Tamarack 
was thanking the security officer who escorted Jody to the bar.  The three of 
them arranged themselves in the booth.  A round of drinks came and the guy was  
talking about going up to their cabin for the sunrise.  Dale wondered what 
they'd do until the sunrise with four women and two men.  He was imagining 
fucking the guy's wife.  She was hot looking...Let him keep the teeny boopers.  
But...Shit !  What he wouldn't give to fuck one of them.

    The guy was standing up and Dale was sure he had a hardon.  He reached 
across the table and held out his hand.  "I'm Willy Tamarack...You want to go 
with me and the ladies can meet us there later ?"

    Dale stumbled through introducing himself and then rose to follow Willy 
and the young girls as they wandered through the casino.  Carol looked over at 
Jody..."You want to join them ?"

    "Looks like the odds aren't very good.  Maybe we could...?"  She just 
looked over at Carol.  Carol was smiling and dialing a number.

    "You're right...Those young things will probably wipe out those two old 
men...Hey !  Jackson...You busy ?"  Carol talked for about three minutes.  
After the introduction Jody couldn't hear anything other than gibberish.  
Carol laughed and then told the guy..."Yea !  We'll be there."  To Jody she 
said, "Come on...Let's go."

    Willy was unlocking a gray van with local plates.  Dale was wondering how 
the sitting was going to go as there was nothing in the back but, what looked 
like, a sling for a surf board and a mattress.

    "You surf ?"  Dale asked.

    The guy just nodded and then asked him if he wanted to sit in the front or 
in the back with the girls.  Dale said he'd take the front and off the four of 
them went.  They weren't out of the parking lot when the smell of marijuana 
filled the van and one of the girls held a joint out to him.

    "Hope you don't mind ?"  The guy said as he reached for it and took a huge 
drag.  Dale waited his turn.  "You retired military ?"

    Dale was hitting on the joint and freaked out.  Jesus !  The guy was 
probably DEA or something ?  The guy was laughing.  So were the young ladies 
in the back.  One of them was climbing into the front as they got on the 
freeway.

    "Why don't you get in the back with Theresa ?  Oh !  This is Belinda."

    The girl said, "Hi !" and took the joint from him.  Dale struggled into 
the back and fell right into Theresa's lap.  She started laughing and so did 
the two in the front.

    "Where'd you serve in 'Nam ?"  And now they were talking about the war.  
Dale hardly noticed the young lady had her hand on his thigh.  The girl in the 
front seat had disappeared and Dale imagined she was blowing the driver.  You 
couldn't tell by his driving and soon they were climbing into the mountains.  
It was darker than hell up here and Dale wondered how the guy found the turn 
off.  He hardly saw the cabin when they stopped.

    The first thing he noticed when he entered the cabin was the surfing 
mural.  He walked over to it and looked closer.  Appeared to be Launada Bay.  
Good size, too.

    The guy came over and stood by him.  "You want to get in the hot tub ?"  
Dale looked away from the mural and saw the two young ladies taking off their 
clothes out on the decking.  He could see their bodies in the light from the 
hot tub and then they were in it.  He wandered out and slowly worked on his 
slacks as one of the girls helped Willy off with his.  The guy's cock jerked 
out of his fly, hard as fuck.  Nowhere near Dale's size and Dale started 
getting hard.  He wished he had a pill.  They were back in the hotel room.

    The other girl waded over and pulled his slacks off.  He was stepping out 
of them when he noticed the girl, with Willy, was sucking his cock.  Dale's 
dick was growing in leaps and bounds.  He couldn't even remember the girl's 
names but by then was a long way from caring.

    The one in front of him was very skinny with small tennis ball size tits.  
Her areolae and nipples were the same size.  She was almost all nipple and 
Dale reached down to play with her tits.  She had a small patch of pubic hair 
at the juncture of her thighs and Dale could hardly wait to eat her.  He 
pushed her away from him and joined her in the hot tub.  She backed across the 
pool of water as he got in.  His cock was bobbing in front of him and the 
young thing was smiling at him.

    He was kissing her, filling his hands with her small ass cheeks.  His cock 
grinding against her stomach and her tongue was half way down his throat.  He 
dropped to his knees and she wasted no time sitting on the edge.  Her legs 
came open and her cunt was covered with a surprising amount of brown pubic 
hair.  He pushed some out of the way and started to lick her thin cunt lips.  
She opened like a flower and now he was really working on her slick meat.  Her 
hands were in his hair and he was devouring her.  His tongue pumping in and 
out of her wet cunt.  She was almost whimpering and Dale's cock was like a 
crow bar.

    He heard the other young lady squeal and looked over toward the sound.  
The young girl was standing, bent over at the waist with the guy behind her.  
He was thrusting slowly in and out of her.  Her tits were smaller than the one 
he was with but her areolae were much larger, her nipples like a small grapes 
in the center.  Dale could hear their bodies slap together and got to his 
feet.

    The young girl, he was with, pulled his dick right to her snatch and he 
was in her, pumping like crazy.  He wished he'd brought a pill.  Her cunt was 
very tight and warm.  He was thrusting all the way into her and damn near 
pulling all the way out before filling her again.  He knew he wouldn't last 
long.  His balls were tight and his cock was just about there.  The first 
spurt was a gusher and he could immediately feel his semen leak out around the 
dick he had buried in her.  She was starting to cum and could feel her insides 
milk the rest of his load into her cunt.  Her head thrown back, mouth open and 
nostrils flared...Her brown hair plastered to her forehead.

    Dale waded back across the hot tub and sat.  Willy stepped over to the 
girl he just fucked and coaxed her to her knees on the decking.  The guy was 
off fucking her like a maniac.  His cock never go soft and now he was 
alternating between the two of them.  Dale was stroking and came over to get a 
turn.  The two older men fucked the young girls until the sunup.

    Dale groaned as he rolled over and right into one of the young ladies.  He 
jerked awake and sat up.  The two young things were fast asleep.  It was very 
light out as Dale rummaged around the room looking for his clothes.  The other 
guy was nowhere to be seen.  Dale finally found his clothes down by the hot 
tub and dressed on the deck.  It had to be early afternoon as the shadows were 
getting longer.  He found the door and walked down the steps.

    The room he entered was brightly lit with what appeared to be large street 
light lamps, hung from the ceiling in a rather unconventional manner.  He knew 
he could have done a better job.  Below the lights was a sea of green.  Dale 
had no doubt in his mind that he'd walked into a major growing operation.  He 
bet this was the stuff he smoked last night...Better than anything Timmy ever 
sold him.

    Out of the bushes came Willy.  "Oh !  Was wondering when you were going to 
get up ?"  He laughed a soft laugh.  "Like it ?"

    Dale was speechless.  The guy continued.  "I was the same way when I first 
walked into mine, too."  God !  That seemed so long ago...  "Anyway, got a 
present for you and your friend.  It's up stairs on the counter.  I had a 
fucking "A" great time last night.  Thanks for coming.  Quite a sunrise wasn't 
it ?!"  The guy was chuckling as he walked up the stairs.

    The last thing the guy said before he dropped him off at the hotel was, 
"Hope you're not planning on going through customs with that..."  He laughed 
as he drove away.

                        ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT *****

    Deborah's brain was in a haze...She was day dreaming...Staring at the wall 
across from her...Could still visualize her daughter and her boy friend 
fucking in the bedroom.....She was shopping...Her husband had just moved out.  
The divorce final.  She was relieved.  The girls were barely old enough to 
understand the implications.

    "Oh !  Deborah...Deborah !"  It was Janet Renoski, the wife of one of the 
senior partners in the firm her husband works for.  Ex-husband, that is.  
She'd have to start thinking of him that way.  "Sorry to hear about you and 
Hank."  Deborah accepted the condolences from Mrs. Renoski and then found 
herself being whisked out of the market..."fuck the shopping."  Janet laughed.  
They ended up at the Renoski manor and what a place it was.  After several 
glasses of wine.  Deborah found herself in the indoor hot tub in the Renoski 
basement - with Janet...without a stitch on.  She was more than slightly 
smashed and was trying to figure out why she was being wined and dined as she 
was no longer married to her husband...Was not part of the firm family.

    Janet Renoski knew.  Her husband had been interested in this woman for 
quite a long time.  She was built like a brick shit house and the stories her 
ex-husband told about her sexual exploits in college were legendary among the 
partners.  The ex-husband was always saying it would take about three or four 
guys to satisfy her.  Just the kind of woman her husband wanted for those 
"special" clients.  He dared not try to entice her when one of his younger 
associates was married to her but now that they were divorced...She was fair 
game.  He'd be home in just a few minutes and Janet was anxious to get 
started.

    She stared over at Deborah.  The women had shared several bowls of very 
potent marijuana along with the wine and Deborah was feeling no pain.  She was 
surprised that Mrs. Renoski had such a well preserved body.  The woman was at 
least ten if not fifteen years her senior.  Her breasts showed little sign of 
sagging but then they weren't that big...No where near as big as Deborah's.  
She reminded Deborah of a girl she shared a boy with back in college during 
some "Woodstock" weekend...Boy !  Was that a great time...What she could 
remember anyway.

    Ed Renoski was just outside the door, dropping his slacks.  His cock was 
already starting to grow and thicken.  He could smell the marijuana.  His cock 
kept growing.  He stepped into the hot tub room and was greeted by a pair of 
naked women.  The other woman's tits were floating on the top of the water and 
they were huge.  His cock grew more and he flexed it a couple of times.  It 
bounced around in his crotch.

    Deborah stared at Ed Renoski's cock.  Didn't appear to be that long but 
was as thick as her wrist and he wasn't totally hard yet.  She couldn't take 
her eyes off of it.  It had been a long while since she'd had as much meat as 
was bobbing around in Ed's groin.  She eased up a little and her nipples were 
bare for him to stare at.

    He was in the hot tub, his cock well above the water level.  He moved 
toward her.  "Hank let it be known that you like big cocks."  He was standing 
in front of her.  She hardly heard him.  His arm came out and guided her face 
to his hardening cock.  Her mouth took him and now he was in her mouth, 
growing rapidly.  She sucked a little and felt his muscle twitch in her mouth.  
She was running her hands up and down his hairy thighs.  He turned her on.  
She loved a lot of hair on a guy.  He was thrusting now and she had a hard 
time opening her mouth wide enough to take all of him.  Her hands went to his 
shaft and she jacked him off as she sucked on the head of his cock.

    She felt Janet's hands on her breasts.  She was twisting and pulling on 
her nipples.  "Suck him dry, honey and then he's going to fuck your big ass 
'till it hurts."  One of the woman's hands was between her legs, pulling on 
her cunt lips and pinching her clitoris.  Her hips started to move about under 
the water and then the cock in her mouth exploded.  Her mouth was flooded and 
semen dribbled out of it and into the water.  She kept sucking him until he 
was soft in her mouth.  He was panting like crazy and went to sit across from 
her.

    After that it was Janet eating her until she was screaming out her orgasm.  
Ed joined them and fucked her brains out while she was on her knees with her 
face plastered in his wife's hairy snatch.  Janet was right, she was sore as 
hell when she finally left.  But she came back time after time and entertained 
several of Ed Renoski's "special" clients.  She only stopped after the night 
she took on three different men...Men she had just met.  The shared her and 
took turns with her like it was a side light to the business they were 
discussing.  Each of them fucked her once and she blew each of them...Allowing 
all of them to fill her mouth with their seed.

    She packed up the children and left for the West coast.  She settled with 
her parents first and after about three months, moved out and got her own 
place with a little help from her parents.  It took her little time to get a 
job with the local school district and the rest is history.....The silence 
from the bedroom made Deborah believe they were sleeping.  She slowly got to 
her feet and peeked around the corner.  Jesus !  They're still going at it.  
Salim was on his feet at Stella's face and there was no doubt...Her daughter 
was sucking his cock.

    She stared at her daughter's raised behind.  Her ass cheeks were partially 
spread and Deborah could easily see her daughters shaved cunt lips, spread and 
swollen.  Her asshole was a gapping hole surrounded by a lush growth of black 
pubic hair.  A white, gooey fluid was dribbling out of it, some of it dropping 
on to the mattress.  She turned in the hall and left the house as quickly as 
her legs could take her.

    When she arrived back home, Stella and Salim were out on the patio.  She 
could still smell the marijuana on the breeze.  She went out to greet them and 
saw a pipe laying on the patio table.  She didn't say much as both of them 
were stoned as shit.  Stella eventually went to take a nap because she had to 
go to work at six and Salim went to his room.  While Stella was dressing for 
work, Deborah asked her about the dope.

    "Oh !  Mother...Everyone does it.  Shit !  You told me you did it in 
college.  It's no big deal...Mom."

    After her daughter left, Salim miraculously got up and wandered out to the 
patio.  Deborah followed him.  She wanted to speak to him about the dope.  
That didn't last long as he kidded with her about being a hippie during the 
sixties.  Before she knew it, like it was a dare, she was sharing a bowl with 
him.  Whether it was the dope or his dark black eyes, Deborah could not hold 
his stare and after several drags off the bong retired to her room, stoned out 
of her fucking mind.  There she proceeded to finger herself until her body 
writhed in orgasm.  She slept until her daughter got home at eleven and shared 
dinner with her and Salim.

    She tossed and turned all night, positive she could hear her daughter and 
her boy friend fucking in her daughter's room.  She fingered herself to orgasm 
again, finally falling asleep shortly after three.  The next morning the kids 
were up and off to the beach before she got out of bed.  She mopped about the 
house hoping they would come back soon.  She was lonesome...And wanted to 
smoke some more dope.

                       ***** CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE *****

    The children arrived back just in time for Stella to get dressed and leave 
for work.  Salim talked Deborah out on to the patio to share a beer.  Soon the 
bong was lit and Deborah was stoned and giggling with him.  Salim was sure the 
mother was hot for some cock.  She couldn't take her eyes off of him.  He had 
to admit, he was pretty good looking, most women looked twice.  His olive 
skin, tanned a deep brown, his dark hair...Shit !  He looked erotic.  He was 
Egyptian...He looked foreign and a lot of American women liked that.

    Deborah was wearing shorts and a "T" shirt and Salim kept looking at her 
breasts.  She could almost feel her nipples harden in her bra.  He was wearing 
a small jockey swim suit without a shirt and she could swear his cock was half 
hard.  It stretched almost to his hip.  He was sitting beside her at the patio 
table and she glanced over at him while he was taking a drag.  Salim closed 
his eyes and imagined her looking at his cock.  He flexed it a couple of times 
and then slowly opened his eyes.

    As soon as he closed his eyes, Deborah looked at his cock.  She shivered 
when she saw it jump in his trunks.  Right then she knew then she was going to 
fuck her daughter's boy friend.  As if he knew she made up her mind, he got up 
and held out his hand.  Deborah took it and he guided it to his cock.  He 
smiled as she squeezed it.  His cock jumped in her hand.  She stroked it and 
then dragged his suit down to his knees.  His cock angled up about forty-five 
degrees, pointing at the sky, his foreskin still partially covering the head 
of his cock.  It looked like an animal's penis.  Deborah pulled it down with 
her hand and then leaned forward and sucked the head of Salim's cock into her 
mouth.  Her tongue roamed around the head of his cock until he pulled her 
away.

    "Not so fast, mom.  I want to see you naked.  Compare you to your 
daughter.  I bet you give her a run for her money...Don't you ?"

    She stood and pulled her "T" shirt off over her head.  Her breasts were 
grape fruit size and encased in a very sturdy bra.  Her cleavage was deep and 
Salim imagined him fucking his cock in and out of her cleavage, shooting a big 
load on her face and tits.  This was some prime pussy here and Salim could 
hardly wait to pump some cum in it.  The thought of fucking mom and daughter 
together flooded his mind.

    He was dragging her to the bedroom...Why not her bed ?  It was a king size 
and he'd be cramped in the single bed in his room but there was that nasty 
feeling of fucking her in the bed he fucked her daughter in this morning.

    He took Deborah to Stella's room and left the door open.  He was sure if 
Stella came home and caught them, she'd join them.  His cock was fully hard as 
he stepped out of his swim trunks.  "Down on your knees, mom."

    Deborah shucked off her bra, her shorts and panties followed.  She gave 
Salim a good look at her naked body.  She slithered up on the bed and spread 
her legs.  "I'll suck you later, Salim...Right now I want to fuck...How about 
it ?  My daughter drain you this morning ?"

    Salim was already climbing on to the bed, his cock at the ready.  Deborah 
pulled her legs up in the air and Salim settled in the valley they formed.  
His cock burst into her womb and Deborah started wailing and moving around on 
the bed like she'd been shocked.  Salim was unprepared for the grasping cunt 
he'd entered.  She was damn near as tight as her daughter.  He rose to his 
arms and started pumping his cock like a machine.  Get her off once and then 
I'll play with her.  He watched her tits move about on her chest and figured 
she was at least a cup size larger than her daughter.

    Deborah was beyond lust.  She could feel the perspiration forming on her 
chest and under her arms.  Salim's cock felt so fucking good as it fucked in 
and out of her.  Her cunt was really gooey...She hadn't been this way in a 
long time...She was sure she was wasting her time with older guys...She needed 
a young stud fucking her like this a couple of times a week.  Her first orgasm 
rushed through her like a wild fire.  She couldn't figure out who was making 
all the noise and then realized she was.  Salim's cock twitched in her cunt 
and she was flooded with semen.  It was dribbling down between the cheeks of 
her ass and soon would wet the sheet.  It turned her on knowing her daughter 
may discover the wet "pecker tracks" when Salim fucked her tonight.

    Salim was shocked the woman brought him off so fast and as he rolled away 
from her, she followed and was soon sucking on his spent cock.  He laid back 
and closed his eyes.  Maybe he'd bitten off more than he could chew ?  Not 
likely.

    His cock was rising to the occasion and Salim was eager to use it on her.  
He pushed her away, her lips and mouth slick with slobber and cum.  Boy !  
Mother and daughter sure love the taste of cum !  There was sweat all over her 
front and Salim knew right where he wanted to squirt his second load.  He 
straddled Deborah's middle and she pushed her tits together.  Salim poked his 
cock between them and in no time was working up a sweat, pumping between her 
big tits.  The sweat was dripping off him, splattering on her tits and arms as 
she held her tits together.  Every once and a while his cock head, red and raw 
would peek out of her cleavage at the top.  Salim was concentrating to make 
sure it was clear when he fired the first shot.  Here it came.  He flexed hips 
and his cock exploded, a spurt landing up in her hair.  The next two dribbled 
off her chin and on to her chest.  Salim rolled away from Deborah, exhausted.

    Dinner was over and the two teenagers had gone to bed.  Deborah was 
standing out in the hall, listening a her daughter's door.  "...worry, baby.  
I'll be as good as new tomorrow.  You wore me out this morning and your mother 
kept me up all afternoon, getting stoned."  He laughed.  She couldn't quite 
make out what her daughter was saying but was sure she was disappointed.

    The next evening, Shelly didn't have to work so Salim took her and Brenda 
out to dinner.  Deborah was pissed she wasn't invited.  She was horny as hell 
and wished her daughter had to work.  By now, she'd be feeling Salim's hard 
cock in her belly...Maybe she'd wait up for them and see if she could corner 
Salim.  Better not...She had no doubt Salim would take them both to bed and 
didn't want to have her daughter watch her grovel for cock...And she knew she 
would.  She begged him for twenty minutes the other day, just to suck his 
cock...He blew a weak load in her mouth...Well...Men can only perform for so 
long !

    The kids had been home for over an hour, sitting out on the patio - 
smoking dope.  Deborah could smell it.  She almost went outside to join them 
but that would freak her daughter out and Brenda was a student at the high 
school where she worked.  Bad idea, Deborah.

    When things got quiet, she crept out of her room and listened at her 
daughter's door.  She could hear the sounds of sex and imagined what was going 
on inside.  Her hand ended up under her night gown and she had a pleasant 
orgasm while leaning against the hall wall.

                          ***** CHAPTER THIRTY *****

    Dale was stoned.  What's new ?  He'd been stoned almost twenty-four hours 
a day since he got back from 'Vegas.  Jesus !  Willy gave him a pound of bud.  
The fucking best shit he'd ever smoked in his life.  Told him to come by any 
time now that he knew where the place was.  Dale laughed.  He didn't kid 
himself...The chances of him ever again finding that road off the highway were 
slim and none.  Thank God !  Jody was using her head and got the wife's 
number.  Jody never said what the two of them did that night.  He never asked 
but imagined several young men were involved.  Willy told him to bring a girl 
up one weekend and they could stay at the cabin and fuck around all weekend.  
Dale was sure he wasn't referring to Jody...One problem...Where was he going 
to find a young enough girl ??

    He was goofing at the beach, just ripped out of his mind.  The sky was 
partially overcast...With periods of lots of sun...Something about a hurricane 
South of Baja.  Dale believed it...The surf had been fantastic this morning, 
about shoulder high.  Timmy and Dale had taken full advantage of it.  On the 
way home, Timmy wouldn't stop pestering him about Willy's dope.  He wanted 
some bad.  They got stoned together and Dale gave him an ounce.  Timmy was in 
heaven, telling him how'd he'd got back together with his old girl friend and 
was fucking her brains out all the time...Doing other girls too !  Dale wished 
he had that problem.

    The blonde mother showed up and Dale spent a good portion of his time 
watching her.  She was with a friend today, both of them with kids - rug rats.  
He was half asleep when the hand shook his shoulder.

    "You stoned again ?"  He squinted into the sun, finally recognizing the 
blonde.  "I brought a friend today and was hoping we could wander down the 
beach and get high ?"

    Dale smiled.  Obviously, he wasn't as inconspicuous as he thought he 
was...Wow !  Was this lady going to get fucked up on the shit he had !?  
"Well...Let me see now...I'm pretty busy."  He chuckled as he struggled to his 
feet.  "Why don't we go to my car ?  It's not quite as out in the open as the 
beach."  Jesus !  The fucking beach was crowded as shit...No way !

    When she saw the MG she laughed.  "It's not going to be conspicuous 
smoking in that ?!  Let's go to my friend's van...Ok ?"  Dale was 
disappointed, hoping to take her to the yacht.

    Dale laughed and followed her to the van.  They got in the back.  He 
pulled a poorly rolled joint out of his pocket and soon the van was full of 
smoke, both of them laughing like fools.  Dale figured she was thirty, maybe 
thirty-five...Wearing the same pale yellow, two piece she was wearing the 
other times he'd seen her.  She was leaning back against the rear seat, which 
was about a yard behind the front seat.  Her tits were thrust out and let me 
tell you, they were big tits.

    All of a sudden Dale remembered he doesn't even know her name.  He laughed 
and asked.  Maureen.  He starts laughing again.  God !  Is this fucking shit 
dynamite !  The woman can hardly lift her head off the back of the seat.  
Dale's just stared at her.  The top hardly concealed her giant breasts.  He 
glanced down to her crotch.  Her thighs were closed.  Nothing to see there.

    Maureen jerks up and almost shouts, "Wow !"  Dale starts laughing again.  
He'd popped the pill while walking up the beach - dry.  His cock was starting 
to harden in his trunks.  He could feel his pubic hair pulling and put a hand 
on the woman's thigh.  She looked over at him, her eyes slits, then glanced 
down at his hand.

    Maureen freaked out.  She was so stoned and now the guy had a hand on her 
thigh.  He was pretty good looking and all the dark hair on his chest was a 
turn on.  He was always looking her way.  She'd catch him all the time, 
staring at her.  She wished her husband paid as much attention to her as this 
guy did.  He even watched the kid one day.  Well, Meredith was watching Greg 
so she had a little time and she couldn't go back like this.  She wasn't sure 
she could walk.  She started laughing for no reason.

    While Maureen was laughing one of the straps of her bathing suit fell off 
her shoulder.  Half her left breast was bare - almost to the nipple, her skin 
white under the bathing suit.  Dale reached for it and started to pull it back 
up.  Her hand caught his and dragged it and the cup down.  Dale stared.  Lots 
more than a hand full here...Cantaloupe size, her areolae a light brown and 
about as big as a silver dollar...The nipple flaccid.  His hand closed over 
her bare breast.  He could feel her nipple start hardening against his palm.  
His cock was almost hard and he reached down to rearranged it in his trunks.

    Maureen felt a chill rush through her body.  It had been a long time since 
someone, other than her husband, had touched her body.  The chill changed to a 
tingling in her stomach.  She watched the guy as he arranged his cock in his 
trunks.  Jesus !  He had a hardon...A big one, too.  She reached out and put 
her palm against it after the guy took his hand away.  God !  He was as hard 
as steel, about as thick as her husband but a good two or three inches longer.  
Maureen squeezed his penis.  It lurched in her hand.  She looked up at his 
face and he was smiling at her.

    Dale was positive he was going to fuck her.  He reached across her and 
dragged the remaining strap down her arm.  Now both of her tits were free and 
bare.  Both nipples erect in the middle of crinkly areolae.  He leaned down 
and sucked the furthest one into his mouth.  Her hand became more active in 
his crotch, stroking his cock.  He reached for the bottoms of her swim suit 
and started to yank them down her thighs.

    Maureen was excited, rubbing the guy's cock.  His sucking mouth was 
driving her crazy.  He was so hungry.  His tongue was teasing her nipple and 
she could feel his teeth on her breast meat.  When he started tugging on her 
bottoms, she lifted her hips and wiggled her legs around to help him get them 
off.  As soon as the bottoms were clear of her feet she spread her legs; the 
guy wasted no time moving his hand between her legs.

    Dale was rapidly moving toward lust.  The woman was now really yanking on 
his cock and he had a hand between her spread legs.  Her cunt was fat and 
hairy.  He ran a finger up and down her slit until he heard her moan, then 
slid to the floor of the van.  He pushed her thighs further apart and was now 
staring at a very neatly trimmed bush...Almost a mohawk, thick brown pubic 
curls covered her cunt lips but the inside of her thighs and part of her mons 
were shaved.  He put a thumb on each of her lips and pried them apart.  Her 
cunt looked gooey as he leaned forward and licked her from cunt to clitoris.

    Maureen jerked her butt off the van seat when the guy licked her cunt.  
The thought of her being in a parking lot with a guy between her legs, licking 
her pussy, was wild.  She spread wider and even brought one foot up off the 
floor and rested her heel on the seat.  God !  Fucking !  Damn !  The guy was 
eating her like there was no tomorrow.  She was going to cum, could feel her 
stomach tense up and then it was on her.  Her groans filled the van as his 
slippery tongue reamed itself into her vagina.  Another orgasm, her body 
trembling.  She realized she was not merely groaning but almost yelling.  She 
jerked her head around, looking about the parking lot.  Not many people around 
and nobody paying them any attention.  Her body shuddered with another orgasm.  
She had her hands on the seat, thrusting her bared crotch into the guy's face.

    Dale'd had enough pussy and was dying to poke his cock in her.  He leaned 
back on his knees and ripped his velcro fly apart.  His cock was tangled in a 
lot of dark pubic hair.  He cleared some of it away and his cock protruded 
from the fly as he forced his trunks down over his hips.  Maureen was still 
wiggling around on the van seat, an almost disappointed look on her face.  
Dale pulled a couple of her pubic hairs out of his mouth and started to rise.  
A big smile lit up her face and she brought her other heel to the seat of the 
van.  She was reaching for his cock and Dale was anxious for her to get it.

    Maureen forgot all about being in a public parking lot and reached for the 
hard phallus that curved out of the guy's groin.  God !  He was covered with 
dark hair...From just below his neck all the way to the jungle he had growing 
around his crotch.  His cock curved out of it, digging the head of his dick 
just below his belly button.  She pulled it down and rubbed the head up and 
down her slit.  Oh !  She was so slippery down there...And then he filled her.  
She knew she screamed but could no longer control herself.  Her arms were out 
of her top, above her head on the back of the seat and his cock was pumping in 
and out of her like a freight train.  She could feel his cock shiver and 
tremble and then the semen started to leak out of her.

    Dale knew the first load would be quick.  Maureen's eyes were slits of 
lust.  Her tits moving like jell-o on her chest, covered with perspiration.  He 
had a great view of his cock plowing in and out of her brown pubic hair, her 
cunt lips spread to surround his bowed cock.  He could see cum seeping out of 
her, his cock slick with her juices and his semen.  He kept fucking, even 
though the position was awkward as hell, her cunt felt fucking great.  Another 
load shot out of his cock and now the seeping was more like a steady stream.  
Their pubic hair was soaking it up, hers already matted around her mons.  He 
fucked her faster, noticing the sweat dribbling down her breasts and stomach.  
His forehead dripped sweat onto her stomach.  He was almost there again.

    The knock at the window made him jerk his cock out of her and then he blew 
a load all over her right shoulder and into her hair.  He looked and there was 
her friend.  He started laughing.  The look on her face was priceless, part 
anger, part envy.  His cock was still hard and dribbling semen down the sides.  
He sunk to his knees and gazed at Maureen's cum leaking cunt.

    Maureen was in outer space, never heard the knock at the window.  When the 
guy pulled out of her, she felt the spurts of semen on her shoulder and even 
thought some of it splattered in her hair.  Why'd he stop ?  Jesus !  He was 
still hard.  She wanted more.  As she was reaching for his cock, she heard his 
laughing and only then looked to where he was staring.  Meredith was standing 
just outside the van with an unrestricted view of their carnal activities.  
Maureen wondered how long she'd been watching...And...Oh !  Shit !  Where was 
Greg ?  She quickly closed her legs and searched for her bathing suit bottoms.  
The guy was already pushing his hardon back in his trunks and slid out the car 
without a word.  Jesus !  She hoped Meredith wouldn't tell her husband.

                        ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE *****

    Deborah was bored.  Summer was just about gone.  School would start in a 
couple of weeks.  Stella had already left for college.  She was disappointed 
Salim only fucked her that one afternoon and evening.  After that he was 
always busy with either her daughter or that blonde friend of hers, Brenda.  
Shit !  That night she listened at the door, she had no idea the three of them 
were in there.....They slept through the morning and then her daughter had to 
leave early for work.  Deborah was horny.  As soon as her daughter left, she 
stripped off her clothes and almost ran down the hall to her daughter's 
bedroom.  When she entered, she stopped short.  Salim was sitting on the edge 
of the bed and Brenda was on her knees sucking his cock.  He was egging her on 
and when he saw Deborah standing in the door way, waved for her to join them.  
She couldn't and backed out the door, hoping her daughter's friend hadn't seen 
her.  She didn't figure she had as her mouth was full of Salim's cock and her 
eyes were shut tight.....

    Deborah jumped with the sound of the doorbell.  "Who could this be ?  She 
wondered ?  She peeked out window.  There on the front porch was Salim and a 
much older man.  While not as tall as Salim, he was twice as thick.  Where 
Salim was a light color the other man was almost black.  She was wearing just 
a house dress with not a thing under it.  She could feel the excitement 
rushing through her body.  Her vagina tingled.

    "Well...What a surprise, Salim...And who's this ?"

    "My father...Deborah."  He made a point of using her first name.  "Yosif, 
this is the mother of the darling young lady I introduced you to last Spring."

    The man bowed and spoke in a language that Deborah immediately recognized.  
Middle East...Around where her parents were born on the kibbutz.  Salim told 
her that her father speaks little english.  Deborah steeped aside and let them 
in.

    "I know Shelly is already off to school.  My father is on an around the 
world cruise and here for the weekend.  I was wondering if we could bother you 
to stay here ?"  His eyes were filled with familiarity.  He knew she wanted 
him.

    Deborah just bowed a bit and then said.  "At your beck and call, master."  
The father blabbered out some sounds and looked right in her eyes.

    "My father said that would be wonderful.  He's looking forward to it."  He 
had a wicked grin on his face.  A nasty thought passed through her mind.  She 
wondered if her daughter had fucked the father ?  She got up to get them some 
refreshments.

    When she returned with a tray of cheese and soft drinks, Salim had the 
pipe out and his father and he were passing it back and forth.  Salim motioned 
her into the room and she put the tray on the coffee table.  She took her turn 
after sitting next to Salim on the couch.

    This was very good dope and she was almost immediately stoned out of her 
mind.  She imagined the both of them fucking her.  She crossed her legs and 
did some kegles.  That always got her going, especially if she wasn't wearing 
panties.  She did another series as she sucked on the pipe.  The old man 
scared the shit out of her when he started talking.

    "My father would like to lay down for a while.  It's been a taxing trip."  
Deborah was up in a second and helping the old man up.  She led him down the 
hall and put him in Shelly's room.

    He was already climbing up on the bed, his pants in a heap around his 
ankles.  It was almost an order. "Help me off with my pants, Deborah."  Not 
"please," not anything.  His english surprised her.  She worked them off over 
his shoes and then he asked her to take his shoes off.  She looked up at him 
and noticed he was staring at her swinging breasts.  She quickly took off his 
shoes and left the room, closing the door behind her.

    Salim was bare ass naked in the front room, his cock already hard just 
anticipating fucking her.  Her house dress came off over her head and she 
dropped to her knees on the carpet.  She crawled the last couple of feet and 
immediately sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.  After making his cock 
slippery wet, she got to her feet and impaled herself on Salim's cock.  She 
was off to the races and Salim didn't have to do a thing.  That's how she got 
him off so soon the last time.  He went wild with her attack and attacked 
back.  Today she was going to bring him much pleasure...His father, too.

    Yosif watched from the hall.  The woman was riding his son like a race 
horse.  He smiled and walked into the front room, totally bare ass naked.  His 
cock a thick appendage dangling on his balls.  The woman didn't notice him 
until he was standing right next to her.  He pulled her face to his groin.  
Her mouth was hungry, just like her daughter's.  When the daughter arrived 
that night in New York, Salim just told her to strip and give him head.  
Looked like she got it from mom.  He was getting hard.  His son was pushing 
the woman off him.  He kept her face plastered to his groin, her lips nibbling 
and sucking him the whole time.

    Deborah was on fire.  Salim's cock felt so good in her belly, she didn't 
notice the father until he was filling her mouth with cock.  She sucked and 
nibbled as Salim pushed her off him.  Her lovely cock was gone.  "Father, take 
care of her will you ?  I have to make a call."  The father came back with 
something and then pulled his cock out of her mouth.  He was on top of her in 
a second.  Pushing her back down on the couch and driving his short, thick 
cock in her.  Her legs jerked up in the air to wrap themselves around him.  
She could feel his cock, like a fire plug, drilling in and out of her.

    She started cuming..."Aaagghgghh...Fuck meeeeee....!"  The father really 
drove it in and out of her.  Pushing her legs up against her chest.  The 
"Slap...Slap...Slap." could be heard out in the kitchen as Salim went to the 
phone.

    The woman was coming again, loud squeals of delight floated in from the 
front room.  "Hello...Brenda ?"

    "No, this is her mother."

    The conversation lasted about three minutes and Salim was pissed that 
Brenda wasn't in.  Oh !  He really liked that teenager...not quite as jaded as 
her friend...Well...Don't want to miss seconds !

    He walked back into the front room and saw the woman bent over his father, 
sucking his cock.  He climbed right up on the couch and forced his hard cock 
in her sloppy vagina.  White spunk was dribbling out of it.  He was fucking 
her before she looked back behind her to see who it was.  Shit !  This bitch 
would take on a dozen if he asked her.  That night his father was in town in 
New York, the daughter did three...Some times at the same time...She was an 
animal...The next time he visited he'd have to make some arrangements.

    Deborah was getting it from both ends.  Yosif's cock was hard, stretching 
her lips and Salim was fucking her like a run away train.  Salim drove her 
forward until her tits were dangling over the old man's face.  He started 
sucking them and then Salim pulled out of her.  The father quickly pulled her 
by the hips until he had himself buried in her.  She could feel Salim's finger 
in her ass.  She bucked back at it.  It slipped out of her and here it came.

    Salim got the head of his cock into her easily.  With his dad's fat cock 
in her cunt it might be a tight squeeze up there.  The daughter loved it and 
came back for seconds, the same night.  Salim pushed a little harder and sank 
about four inches of meat in to her bowels.

    Deborah screamed.  God !  It fucking felt good...No, not good...Fucking 
great.  She was stuffed with cock and hadn't felt this way since some of those 
parties she went to back in Ohio...Before she moved out here.  God !  His cock 
is fucking huge.  She screamed again and he started fucking it and out of her.  
The father was fucking, too !  She was cuming and cuming...Non-stop almost.  
The son came in her ass first and she felt her sphincter force his softening 
cock out of her anus.  Her asshole felt wet.

    The father threw her off him and was now rolling over and Jesus !  He 
wants to fuck me in the ass.  Deborah tried to escape but the father finally 
forced his appendage between the cheeks of her ass.  He stroked several times 
and then she froze.  He had the head of his cock in her and was pushing.  Her 
sphincter spread and Yosif fucked his fat prick into her bowels.  He started 
fucking her like a mad man and only stopped when he blew a load in her 
clenching asshole.  She came practically the whole time.

    After dinner, which Deborah served them in the nude, Salim left to pick up 
Brenda.  The young lady had called about five and was eager to come over.  
Salim told her he had a surprise for her.  When they got back to Shelly's 
house, Brenda walked into a bedroom full of marijuana smoke with a very naked 
Deborah, her best friend's mom...Sucking on a guy's cock !

    Brenda was stoned and started taking off her clothes.  Salim, standing 
next to her, was already without his pants.  His cock starting to harden.  She 
was topless and went to her knees at his feet.  Her head was bobbing in no 
time, painting this long, hard cock with lots of spit.  He pulled her by the 
hair until she was on her feet, stepped away from her and started to take off 
his shirt.  The old man on the bed was bellowing out his orgasm and Brenda 
glanced over to find Deborah struggling to keep the load in her mouth.  Some 
of it dribbled out and then she felt Salim guiding her to the bed.

    She was on her knees and knee walking toward the middle of the bed.  Yosif 
moved Deborah aside and held out his arms.  His cock was covered with cum and 
the woman's juices.  Now...She'd sucked off Salim, right after he fucked 
Shelly...Swallowed every drop...But she didn't even know this old man.  Her 
face was forced into the old man's crotch and she could feel her ass being 
pried apart.  His cock was against her pussy and now he's in..."Oooooohhh !  
Fuccckkk...Salim !"

    The father quieted her down by forcing his soggy cock into her mouth.  
Brenda was amazed...The old man was getting hard in her mouth and Salim's cock 
was like a pile driver in her cunt...Just driving her out of her mind.  His 
cock was in her asshole before she knew it and Salim was forcing more of it 
into her.  Brenda screamed again, louder this time.  "Aaaaagh...Fuck me !"  
Salim did, driving his cock in and out of her like crazy.  The old man grabbed 
her head and forced his cock against her lips.  Her mouth was full again and 
then the cum started dribbling out of her mouth.

    Jesus !  Her head is being forced into her friend's mother's crotch.  The 
woman's cunt is dark and hairy.  Brenda tastes cum in her mouth.  The woman is 
now forcing her raw cunt lips against hers.  She licks and now it's like when 
Salim and Shelly and her were doing it.  Salim fucked her as she ate the cum 
out of Shelly's cunt.  Now, it's Shelly's mom.  Brenda nibbled on Deborah's 
cunt lips and the woman went wild.  Brenda started to go out of control when 
Salim unloaded a bucketful cum into her asshole.

    His dad, Yosif, wasted no time filling the skinny girl's dribbling anus.  
One poke and he was in her.  Her shriek was drown out by the furry pussy 
surrounding her lips.  He was fucking her.  She felt like she was sitting on a 
garbage can and the can was working itself into her ass.  She bent her head 
and screamed..."Asssssgh..."  It petered out to nothing as the cannon in her 
ass exploded, sending gobs of gray semen oozing out of her anus.  The father 
tried to dam it up but the jizzim escaped from around his cock and dribbled on 
to the bed.  Brenda tried to get up but couldn't.  Salim and his father were 
spent...for the time being.  It went on until Sunday afternoon.  Before Brenda 
left she told Deborah about Timmy's hard cock...For an hour, sometimes longer.  
Deborah laughed...Nobody could last that long ??!!

                         ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO *****

    Anita Bowers was running the items, from a large shopping basket full of 
groceries, across the reader thing when she saw him.  He was third in line and 
she laughed to herself.  He was obviously stoned again.  He'd looked at his 
list three times in the last minute and checked his basket to be sure he had 
everything.  He'd been quite a regular the last couple of weeks and she liked 
checking his groceries...He was fun to kid with...Fun to play mind games 
with...Always cracking up when she'd fool him.

    She laughed out loud when he reached the register and checked his list 
again.  Jesus !  He only had a dozen items in the basket.  She wondered why he 
didn't go to the quick check register.

    "You know you could have gone through the quick check."  He looked at her, 
his eyes slits.  She laughed out loud.  Shit !  He must have got stoned just 
before he came into the store.

    "Then I couldn't flirt with you."  She stopped laughing.  He was smiling 
at her.  "Can I buy you a drink when you get off work ?"  She could feel the 
flush rushing up her chest and neck, making her face feel warm.

    "I...I'm married."  His eyes never left hers.  She looked away and started 
running his groceries over the scanner.  She felt him, still looking at her.

    He leaned across the counter and whispered, "I won't tell."

    Anita started cracking up.  "I get off in a half hour...If you're still 
around..."

    Dale gathered up his two bags of groceries and winked at her as he left 
the check out counter.  He'd had his eye on this young lady for several weeks 
now.  Cute as a bug, short dark hair with long legs...Not much of a body but 
there was something inside her trying to get out.  Dale was sure of it.  
Although he wasn't sure how he knew...Just a feeling...The way she looked at 
him, held herself.

    His mind flashed back to that morning at the cabin, after he found Willy 
in the garden.....They sat naked in the hot tub and smoked some reefer.  
"...easy.  You just have to look for the ones who are bottling something up 
inside.  There are thousands of them...Their parents, boy friends, husbands 
not supporting them with what they need...Then you provide the key...Make 
yourself into what they desire...want...Not sexually but just a friend...A 
little flirting, a touch, a soft voice and before you know it they'll be 
ripping their clothes off and begging you to make love to them....."

    Dale wasn't sure Willy had a clue...The fucker was so stoned most of the 
time that much of what he said was unintelligible...But the woman at the beach 
was just like Dale imagined it.  Two or three days, paying a lot of attention 
to her and she comes on to him.  He'd been in heaven ever since...And today he 
was going to make it work again...He was sure of it !

    He was in the parking lot after making a quick trip to unload the 
groceries.  Couldn't take her to the yacht club but eventually wanted to get 
her to the yacht...And then ?  She was coming out of the grocery store.  He 
waved and she changed direction, moving toward him.

    Anita wasn't sure what she was doing.  On the one hand, she hoped he was 
in the parking lot, waiting for her...On the other, she hoped he wasn't.  Then 
she wouldn't have to make a decision.  Anita Bowers was nineteen years old, 
had been working at this grocery store for over four years...Was just about 
the senior checker.  Graduated from high school a year ago last Spring and 
gotten married almost immediately.  No !  She wasn't pregnant but in this day 
and age you didn't pass up marriage proposals.  She had friends who were still 
living four and five to an apartment, trying to make ends meet.

    She wasn't much better off but at least she didn't have to share the 
bathroom with three or four other girls.  Just her old man.  He was a high 
school graduate also, a year older than she was and not going to anywhere 
fast...No college in his future...Working for a lawn and pool service.  
Well...She could have definitely done worse...Some of her friends did.

    Dale's soft voice brought her back to reality.  Now, she'd have to make a 
decision.  "Fuck it !  I'm going !"  She thought.  Her husband had his nights 
out with the boys.  She never did anything like that...Well, this wasn't 
exactly with the girls but that's what she'd tell him.  Jesus !  The last time 
she went out with the girls was the night before she got married.....

    She'd remember that night forever.  Her best friends had squirreled away 
enough money to rent a motel room.  The three of them plus one male stripper.  
Her friends told her that he was hers for the evening.  He brought them drinks  
in his skimpy, crotch hugging briefs and had quite a budge in them.  Unless he 
had some socks down there ?  She heard that one from one of these very 
friends.  Ray Ralston...After the word got around he was a laughing stock.  
She was very stoned...Well, not drunk but real, real high.  Oh !  She'd had a 
little to drink too but she was mostly high.

    Jesus !  The guy had a dick on him.  He pranced around naked for about a 
half hour.  He got about half way hard and she found herself wishing her 
friends would leave.  He was sitting on her lap, his cock so close.  She put 
her hand over it.  Her friends started laughing like crazy.  It was getting 
harder...And then he jumped off her lap.  His penis bobbed up and down as he 
flexed it for the women.  One of her friends got to her knees and motioned to 
him, her mouth open in invitation.

    Anita stood and started taking off her clothes.  "I want him first and 
last..."  The girls laughed.  "...if he lasts that long."  The guy stepped 
forward and guided his cock to her friend's mouth.  She started sucking him 
with a furry, taking as much of the shaft in her mouth as she could.  Anita 
was down to her panties.  The nipples on her tennis ball size breasts rigid 
with her arousal.  The crotch of her panties got hung up on the way down, 
which stretched her panties a long way.

    The stripper was watching her get out of her clothes.  She pulled the 
crotch of her panties out of her pubic hair, turned and wiggled her ass.  
Anita didn't plan on this but things were too far gone.  The stripper was 
coming toward her, his cock about a foot long it seemed.  She turned to face 
him.  His mouth went to her tits and he started sucking.  The guy guided her 
hand to his cock and like it had a mind of it's own, the hand started jacking 
him off.  His hand found it's way to her dark haired snatch and had a finger 
in her before she stroked him twice.

    Her friends were pushing the two of them back toward the bed.  They fell 
in a heap and he was between her legs, poking his cock against her cunt.  She 
reached down and rubbed his cock head in her hair.  She finally forged a path 
and placed the head of his cock against her very wet cunt lips.  The stripper 
drove himself into her and she felt her belly bloat with his presence.  She'd 
probably screwed six...Seven different guys during high school...Never did any 
of them have a cock this size.  He was fucking the shit out of her.  Anita'd 
never been fucked like this.  It was like she was getting fucked by an 
machine.  She fucked back as hard as she could.  She could hear her friends 
cheering them on and then her cunt felt like a swamp.  She could feel his 
semen leaking out of her, he was still fucking her.  She was still horny and 
wanted more.

    She was on him as soon as he rolled off of her, sucking his spent cock 
into her mouth.  Her friends tried to pull her off but she wouldn't come away 
until he was half hard again.  She showed her friends and then pushed him onto 
his back.  She had wiggled him in and was starting to ride him when her 
friends pulled her off.  He was spent after the first friend...So one of them 
went without.  The next night was anti-climatic.  Her brand new husband fucked 
her once and then fell asleep.....

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE *****

    She'd often finger herself fantasizing about that night.  Shit !  She was 
alone with another man.  Not her husband.  It felt good.  She felt desirable.  
He's a little old but has real hairy arms.  That really turned her on.  He'd 
lit up a joint after he pulled out of the parking lot and they shared it on 
the way down P.C.H.  She wondered where they were going ?  He pulled into a 
yacht club and parked.

    Anita couldn't believe it.  The Balboa Bay Club...shit !  She'd only heard 
stories.  "What time do you have to be home ?"  She was just gawking around.  
Dale had changed his mind.  Take her to the club...He isn't going to run into 
anyone...The place will be dead on a Tuesday night.  He was right and led her 
right to the bar.  "Night cap, Mr. Haggerty ?"  Hopefully she could spend the 
night as he was horny as shit.

    Anita couldn't believe the bar tender knew the guy's name.  He must be in 
here all the time.  She ordered...A margarita...She giggled and told him it 
sounded good with dope.  He started laughing and then she remembered she 
didn't know his name.  The two of them fucked around like that for ten minutes 
and then Dale jumped up and whispered in her ear, "Wanna go see the boat ?  
Watch the submarine races ?"

    While she wasn't sure what submarine races were, they sounded exciting.  
The thought of her being alone with him, on a boat...She was sure they had 
beds on boats, didn't they ?  He had his arm around her, rubbing her shoulder. 
On to the boat they went...She felt sweaty under her arms.  Fuck !  A huge bed 
with pillows all over it and a real low ceiling.  She wanted to strip off her 
clothes and spread her legs like a whore.  Her cunt was a swamp already.

    Dale turned on some music and was tapping her on the shoulder.  She turned 
and then for some reason she looked down...Jesus !  The guy has a hardon 
already...A real boner if the bulge in his pants was any indication.  When she 
looked up, he was pulling a joint out of his mouth and moving his face toward 
her.  She opened her mouth, inhaled a large amount of marijuana smoke and then 
fenced with Dale's tongue as it roamed around her mouth.  His cock was like a 
crow bar against her stomach.  She reached for his belt and started to take 
down his pants.

    Dale was on cloud nine.  Willy was right.  He raised his hand to her neck 
line and pulled the zipper down in back, right down to her belt.  He reached 
in between her legs from the front and grabbed her whole cunt.  She shuddered.  
"Can you spend the night...Anita ?  I think it's going to take all night for 
you to get rid of that hard cock, you've got in your hand."  This was the 
first time since she left the bar that she thought of her husband.  Fuck !  
She hadn't even called him.  Oh !  Fuck him, she'll make up something.

    "Yea...Mr. Haggerty...I'll stay the night.  Let's get naked and...."

    Dale was undoing her belt.  "...And fuck ?  Is that what you want to 
do...Fuck ?"  She had his pants open and was trying to get his boner out 
through his fly.  She finally tore the button off and ripped open the front of 
his jeans.  His cock sprang out and she sucked in her breath.  Nice and big !

    Anita quickly pulled her uniform off over her head and was now in just a 
bra with panty hose.  He was staring at the dark triangle at her groin.  She 
reached back and took off her bra, tossing it across the room.  She started 
laughing and then noticed he was naked.  His torso was covered with a dark 
carpet of hair...From his neck to his groin.  His cock like a tree growing out 
of the grass...A palm tree, curved a little.  She was kicking off her shoes 
when he picked her up and carried her down the hall to that big fucking bed.  
Her cunt was throbbing...She'd start cuming as soon as he got it in her.

    She was wrong.  Dale started at her mouth and worked his tongue down all 
the way to her nylon covered crotch.  He chewed on her cunt lips through the 
material, finally working some of the nylon into his mouth.  He chewed on it 
until he'd worked a hole in it.  He worked his hands between her legs and 
ripped the crotch of her panty hose wide apart.  His head went back down and 
Anita Bowers started cuming like she'd never before.  Long after Dale fucked 
her for half an hour straight, cuming in her twice...Anita Bowers was still 
horny and sucked another two loads out of him.

    She left as the sun rose and Dale drove her to her car.  They had fucked 
and sucked all night and Dale felt fucking great.  She did it all !  Dale 
almost took another pill as his hardon looked like a limp flag after about 
forty-five minutes of stiffness...But then when she got on her knees and bent 
over, spreading her compact ass cheeks apart...He started to feel his cock 
harden a bit.  He rubbed the head in her gooey vagina until it was hard enough 
to squeeze into her.  She started panting as Dale started fucking and before 
she knew it he had the head of his dick in her ass and she was pushing back 
against it.

    Dale was freaked out, expected a yelp or scream as he forced his cock in 
to her ass.  She grunted and pushed back against him.  She was wild as he 
fucked her, their bodies pounding at each other.  Dale went a little crazy and 
forcibly fucked her down on to the mattress.  He could feel his cock sliding 
all the way in and coming all the way out of her anus.  He fucked her for a 
long time and his cock was raw and shit stained when he finally dragged it out 
of her ass.  They showered and smoked a little dope.  She sucked him off 
again...Got a few dribbles of semen out of him...And then they dressed and 
left.  Anita still didn't know his first name but was hoping that he'd come by 
the grocery once a week or so...But shit !  A guy like that was probably 
fucking everything with skirts.

    Dale motored out to the ocean and sat in the sun.  It was still early 
morning.  He wondered if he could talk Anita into coming to 'Vegas with him ?  
Was she young enough ?  She was definitely no virgin.  He'd think about it and 
wandered down to the boat.  Jesus !  The sheets are a mess.  He bundled them 
up and left for the laundry mat.  Maybe...Ha !  Ha !  Fat chance !

                                    #####

    Brenda was straddling Timmy and riding the hard bone that grew up out of 
his groin...Had been for twenty minutes.  Salim may have a longer dick but he 
never got her off like Timmy did.  He'd just lay there and let her ride until 
she'd almost passed out from cuming so much.  She was starting to sweat...Not 
just perspiration, sweat.  It was dribbling down her sides from under her 
arms.  Her cunt was filled with Timmy's dick.  She was slowly grinding around 
on it,  trying to rub her clitoris against Timmy's rock hard pubic bone.

    She thought back to Salim and his dad and Shelly's mom.  God !  What an 
orgy.  She'd have to tell Timmy about it.  She remembered telling Deborah 
about Timmy's magic dick.  Hard for an hour or longer, sometimes.  Would make 
her sore.  She wondered if Timmy would go for it ?  She'd have to ask him, if 
she remembered ?

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR *****

    "Ungh...Ungh...Ungh...Ungh."  The sound filled the room as Arthur sat on 
the other bed and watched his best friend fucking the shit out of the woman.  
She was up on her hands and knees with his friend behind her just pounding his 
cock in and out of her.  His friend's hard, long, black cock was a blur 
between the woman's butt cheeks.  She was out of her mind with lust, moaning 
and groaning like a wild woman.  Terrel was starting to sweat like a pig, 
rivulets of it flowing down his side and chest.  He had just poked his cock 
into her and they were really getting it on.

    Arthur and Terrel were best friends.  They joined the air force at the 
same time, right out of high school...And while they had never shared a woman 
before tonight, had fucked many of the same women both during high school and 
their short air force careers.  This woman had been in their tech school. 
Arthur had hooked up with her the last night, after graduation, bringing her 
back to the room and fucking her in their "Q" room.

    Gwen Johnstone was one hot lady.  She loved to fuck and suck cock !  Had 
kept Arthur going all night and Terrel'd had to stay in the barracks.  The 
three of them had breakfast the next morning and she mentioned that she was on 
her way to California for a while before reporting in to her final assignment 
at Yokota air base, Japan.

    Arthur got off the bed in the motel room and crossed the room to the head.  
His cum soaked cock was dangling against his testicles, spent; about six 
inches soft and equally as black as Terrel's.  He didn't think Terrel was near 
as long as he was but positive his friend was fatter.  Jesus !  He had a fat 
prick.  After he took a piss he climbed on the bed with them and fed Gwen his 
still soggy cock.  He loved to have women suck him off after he just came in 
them.  Terrel was still fucking the shit out of Gwen.  Sweat was staring to 
dribble down the side of her breasts.  She was up on her hands and knees and 
fucking Terrel as much as he was fucking her.

    He sat with his cock under her face and her head lowered.  Her lips 
gobbled up his cock head.  This woman could suck cock.  He'd never had a white 
girl suck his cock like this.  She couldn't get enough......He never believed 
it would happen but it did.  They'd finished a twelver of beer while they sat 
around the motel room.  They'd split the cost as their flight had been 
canceled due to weather.  The airline wouldn't pay for it as it was an act of 
God.  What bullshit but now it was worth every penny.  They'd been traveling 
all morning and Gwen took a shower as soon as they got to the room.  He was 
tempted to join her but held off.  Not wanting to piss Terrel off.

    She comes out of the bathroom with just a towel on and sat with him on one 
of the beds.  He kissed her a little and then she was back in the bathroom 
getting dressed.  He walked in on her.  She was dressed in just her panties 
and bra.  This cunt had huge tits.  White as snow with real light brown 
areolae and the hairiest pussy he'd ever seen.  Thick dark, curly brown hair 
covered her lower stomach and her cunt lips.  He reached out and played with 
her tits.  Gwen immediately started fondling his balls and stroking his cock a 
little.  He started getting hard and closed the bathroom door.

    "Let me take a piss first."  He started unbuttoning the fly of his jeans 
and dragged his cock out.  He smiled at her.  She was staring at it.  Her eyes 
already clouding with lust.  He pissed and then left his cock out while he 
went back to fondling her bra covered tits.  The bra fell to the floor and he 
bent and sucked one her cones into his mouth.  They were almost pointed.  The 
areolae looking like they were painted on.  Her nipple was a nub of crinkly 
skin.  He teased it with his tongue.

    Gwen Johnstone was hotter than hell, had been since they got on the plane 
to go to California.  Arthur was the best fuck she'd ever had.  Well, she 
hadn't had that many, three or four in high school.  Never a black guy, 
though.  And no one had a cock like Arthur.  It was like a long hose and would 
reach up so far in her stomach.  She'd never had that feeling before, being 
full.  Her white boy friends in high school didn't hold a candle to Arthur.  
She couldn't get him all in her mouth but tried several times.  It drove him 
wild and would usually make him shoot bucketful's of semen into her mouth.  No 
way she could swallow it all.

    He had his hand in her panties and was fingering her pussy.  She knew she 
would allow him to do anything he wanted.  She probably wanted it worse than 
he did.  She was addicted to his cock.  There was a knock at the door.

    "Hey !  I got to piss."  It was Terrel.  She scooped up her bra and was 
fitting it on when he burst through the door.  He smiled and immediately 
pulled his cock out of his pants.  She stared at it as he sent a stream of 
urine into the bowl.  Arthur took her hand and pulled her out into the 
bedroom.

    Her bra came first and then his jeans came down.  He was just about hard 
when she dropped to her knees to suck a little more strength into his cock.

    Terrel stood at the door to the bathroom and watched his friend's back.  
He was sure Gwen was on her knees, sucking his cock.  He pulled his cock out 
of his pants and started to stroke it.  She was a nice looking piece of ass.  
He wondered if Arthur would mind if he fucked her ?  Probably not.  The two of 
them had been ass bandits at tech school.  Arthur fucking three and he fucked 
two.  One of them they shared on consecutive nights.  Terrel got her first and 
Arthur got her the second night.  Now that was one horny lady.  But she was 
black and Gwen was white.  That turned him on and his cock quickly grew in his 
hand.

    Arthur pulled Gwen to her feet and slid her panties down.  He turned her 
toward the bed and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of her ass while 
playing with her tits.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Terrel sit down on 
the other bed.  He pushed Gwen to her hands on the bed.  Her feet were still 
on the floor.  Without asking, she reached between her legs and guided his 
cock to her cunt.  One push and he was half in her.  She yelped a bit but 
immediately pushed her very wide, white ass back against the pole of cock he 
had half buried in her.

    Gwen was shaking her head back and forth as Arthur pushed his cock into 
her.  It felt so fucking good.  She could feel his hands massaging her 
dangling breasts, her nipples and areolae all crinkly.  That's when she saw 
Terrel.  He was standing and lowering his jeans.  His cock was already 
visible, a fat slab of meat at his groin.  The fattest cock she'd ever seen.  
Maybe two, three inches shorter than Arthur but fatter than shit.  It looked 
like a spike, very thick at the base, tapering off toward the end.

    Terrel stepped out of his jeans and tossed his "T" shirt to the ground.  
Jesus !  The cunt had huge tits.  They were swinging back and forth under her 
while Arthur was fucking her.  He stepped closer, still stroking his cock.  He 
was just about as hard as he got.  He reached out and palmed one of her tits.  
She was padlocked to his cock.  It was at about ninety degrees, pointing right 
at her face.

    Gwen leaned to her right and her lips captured the black slab of meat that 
was teasing her.  She knew both of them were going to fuck her.  Jesus !  She 
was sure they were going to fuck her several times a piece.  Arthur was 
pounding his meat in and out of her.  She could tell he was about to cum and 
then felt the spurts as they flooded her vagina.  He was screaming something 
and that was the only sound they'd made since she got out of the shower.  The 
cock in her mouth was a hard bone of flesh and so fucking fat.  She could 
barely get her mouth around it half way down.  Terrel was shoving it in and 
out of her mouth.

    Terrel pushed Gwen's face away from his crotch.  He was real close to 
blowing his load and didn't want it to happen this fast.  No white girl had 
ever sucked him like this.  His buddy, Arthur, was yelling and screaming.  He 
watched as he jerked around behind her.  Arthur had her ass cheeks spread and 
Terrel could see her asshole, surrounded by some scraggly dark, kinky hairs.  
She sure didn't have a hairy asshole when compared to her cunt.  Fuck !  She 
had a bush.  He wondered if Arthur had fucked her in the ass last night ?

    His cock slid right into her, forcing some of Arthur's semen out of her.  
He began fucking her like a crazy man, knowing he would soon deposit another 
load of cum into her.....Arthur was back from the john and feeding her his cum 
soaked cock.  Fuck !  This was great !

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE *****

    Dale looked out across the docks.  About forty feet away was the young 
girl and her mother.  Both were lithe, blonde and beautiful.  The older woman 
was talking to the girl's father.  They were obviously divorced, the mother 
brought the youngster down every weekend.  He'd caught her sunbathing several 
times and stared at her openly.  The young girl caught him once as he walked 
by the father's boat, staring at her.  Soon, she picked up her towel and 
headed below.

    The young girl was looking toward him as her parents talked.  He waved.  
She waved back.  The mother looked over at him and shielded her eyes from the 
sun.  He waved again.  The mother didn't wave back.  Dale got up, went below 
and pulled a joint out of the refrigerator.  Ten minutes later he was stoned 
and back up on deck.  He was playing some new stuff on the stereo and had it 
cranked up loud.  The girl and her parents were not in sight.  He goofed and 
fantasized about fucking the young girl.  She looked fourteen, maybe fifteen.  
Perfect for a weekend with Willy in 'Vegas...Maybe take the mother, too.  He 
laughed.  Life was great !

                                    #####

    The ringing phone made Deborah Johnstone jump.  She'd just got off the 
phone with Gwen.  Her daughter was waiting at the airport for a ride and had a 
couple of friends with her.  Could they spend the night ?  Of course they 
could !

    Deborah answered the phone.

    "Mrs. Johnstone..."  There was a pause and Deborah recognized the voice.  
It was Brenda, her other daughter's friend.  Still calling her Mrs. Johnstone 
even after that weekend when they rolled around in bed with her daughter's boy 
friend and his father.

    "...You know I was telling you about my boy friend...Well...We could come 
over tonight and...He's the one I was telling you about...Remember ?"

    Deborah couldn't remember whether the girl had gone on and on about the 
young man's dick or the great dope he always had.  She vaguely remembered her 
talking about dope and dicks that weekend...Brenda told her that her boy 
friend's dope was better than Salim's and while his dick wasn't as big...It 
lasted a whole lot longer.  She blushed remembering the way the girl told her.  
The young thing was sitting before her, legs spread while Salim fucked her 
doggie style.

    "I'm sorry, Brenda...But Gwen is in town and I don't know how long she'll 
be here.  Can we make it some other time ?"

    "Sure...Mrs. Johnstone...Timmy is looking forward to meeting you.  I'll 
call you next weekend to see if it's ok...Ok ?"  Deborah hung up the phone and 
went out to pick up Gwen and her friends.

    Dinner was a lot of fun.  Gwen's friends were two very good looking black 
guys and Deborah couldn't help but wonder if either of them had slept with her 
daughter ?  She remembered her first black man way back when she was in 
college.  He bussed tables at the dorm that first semester, when she was a 
freshman.

    She was lying in bed.  It was almost midnight.  She had cleaned up a bit 
before retiring.  Taken the empty beer bottles out to the trash.  Jesus !  
They'd drank a six pack a piece.  She couldn't stand beer and drank wine 
instead.  She was half sloshed when she finally settled into bed.

    She thought she heard a door close and listened carefully.  Silence.  A 
while later she was almost asleep when she heard a door close again.  She 
struggled out of bed and wandered down the hall.

    Arthur had left his room and entered Gwen's room just after midnight.  He 
was sure the mother was asleep as he'd watched through the cracked door as she 
walked down the hall and entered her bedroom.  He wouldn't mind fucking Mrs. 
Johnstone.  Her tits were the rival of her daughter's.  He wondered if her 
pussy had as much hair on it ?  He laughed and then crept down the hall to 
Deborah's daughter's room.  He wondered if Terrel would join them...Make it a 
three some ?  Probably...Shit !  They almost missed their plane this afternoon 
as they were still fucking her at noon.  She was a nympho.  Arthur was already 
semi-hard in his pants.

    Deborah listened at Gwen's door and heard the unmistakable sound of wet 
flesh slapping together.  She wondered which one was fucking her daughter ?  
Her hand found it's way to the opening of her robe and she began to massage 
her swollen cunt lips.  She'd go back to her room, smoke a joint then finger 
herself to sleep.

    Inside the bedroom Gwen was riding Arthur as Terrel patiently waited his 
turn, slowly stroking his cock.  He was standing off to the side of the bed 
and she was smiling at him as he stared at her tits as they bounced up and 
down on her chest.  After last night and this morning she was sure the two 
airmen would last a long time.  Jesus !  They'd fucked her for almost ten 
hours last night.  She wondered if her mother suspected ?  Deborah could 
hardly take her eyes off them.  She could feel Arthur's cock quiver in her 
belly and now felt his semen draining out of her.  She kept riding and 
watching Terrel stroke his cock.  Gwen rolled off Arthur and gave Terrel a 
good beaver shot as she rolled to her back.  He was already moving between her 
legs and drove the air out of her lungs as he filled her.

    Arthur was already up and heading for the hall and the bathroom.  He 
jumped when he saw the mother, squatting down in the hall right outside the 
door to her daughter's bedroom.  His cock was hanging down on his balls and 
the woman was staring right at it.  He reached for her shoulders and helped 
her up.  Her eyes stayed glued to his cock and one of her hands came out and 
took a hold of it as she rose.  Arthur was starting to get hard before she 
started stroking it and turned her to the bedroom.

    Deborah was being gently pushed toward the bed where the other black guy 
was fucking the shit out of her daughter.  Jesus !  If a guy was fucking her 
like that she'd be making enough noise to wake the dead.  She felt Arthur's 
slimy cock growing against the back of her thighs and ass.  He was pushing her 
over and she supported herself on the bed with her hands.  Arthur was pulling 
her butt cheeks apart and now she felt the slab of his meat between her legs, 
rubbing back and forth against her labia.  She reached back and grabbed the 
shaft of his cock, rubbing the head against her cunt lips.

    Arthur pushed and was in her.  His hands went to her hips and slowly 
pulled the mother's hips toward his stomach.  His cock was burying itself in 
her belly.  She was slick and gooey.  He bottomed out and started fucking her 
like a mad man.  Terrel was starting to spasm above her daughter and he was 
just working up a good rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of Deborah's cunt.  
She started to groan and Terrel rolled off the daughter after leaving a flood 
of semen in her belly.  The young woman's legs were still spread, her pubic 
hair full of the pecker tracks of two loads of cum.

    Terrel was spent but the sound the mother was making was beginning to make 
him reconsider his exhaustion.  He scooted over so that his cum soaked cock 
was just below the mother's face.  She was smiling at him almost as her face 
contorted with lust with every stroke of Arthur's cock.  Her mouth opened as 
he guided her face to his groin and he threw his head back as she sucked the 
head of his cock into her mouth.  He started thrusting up into her face and 
soon Deborah had two hard, black cocks...One in her cunt and one in her mouth.

                         ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX *****

    Dale was sun bathing again.  The young thing, across the way, was also.  
She did most Saturday mornings.  What was unusual this morning was that her 
father left.  Dale saw him when he was coming back from surfing...In a suit 
and tie.  He quickly showered and put on some music.  He turned the upper deck 
speakers on and toasted up a big bowl.  He sat right below the upstairs hatch 
and blew the smoke out into the breeze.  He was hoping the young thing would 
get up to investigate.

    Wendy Highdone was stretched out in her dad's lounge chair.  She could 
smell dope.  The smell was unmistakable.  She got up on her elbows and looked 
around.  After all she was a freshman in high school...Just this year...Three 
weeks ago...And in three weeks, she'd been to more parties than all of last 
year.  The high school here let out at two-thirty and that gave her plenty of 
time to go to a lot of places, especially if her mother had to work late.

    Wendy's mother, Jan Highdone, was just divorced and spending a lot of time 
working.  She was selling women's clothes three nights a week and was out 
until at least nine.  That gave Wendy a whole lot of time to do her brand new 
favorite things and those were getting stoned and hooking up with guys.

    Wendy settled her gaze on the guy's boat.  The guy who sometimes walked by 
while she was sunbathing.  She knew he liked her in her bikini...Always 
staring.  Not many guys did that...She didn't have that good a body.  He even 
stared at her while her mother was with her.  Or maybe he was staring at her 
mother...Probably knew she was divorced.  She could see some smoke rising out 
of the below decks area.  A long stream followed by the bowl cooking off a 
bit.  She got to her feet and could just see the top of the guy's head.

    Dale took another large drag and exhaled almost immediately.  He peeked up 
over the stairs and there she was...Up on top of her father's boat.  He waved.  
She waved back and Dale saw something in her wave that wasn't there yesterday, 
when she was with her mother.  He motioned her over.  She looked around like 
she wasn't sure he was waving to her.  He laughed and waved her over again.  
This time she got to her feet and brushed her bottom off.  She had on her tiny 
bikini and Dale was starting to get hard already.

    He dropped down below decks and sat at the galley table.  The dope was in 
plain sight.  About a quarter of an ounce of Willy's shit.  Dale thought the 
old guy was right.  Dope and current rock and roll will do it every time.  He 
turned down the music and heard her call down the stairs.

    "Agggh...Aaaah...You down there ?"  He didn't say a thing, instead started 
packing the bowl. He saw her feet start down and then turned to the bowl and 
lit it.  She crouched down to look in and saw him smoking.  She was sitting 
across from him in under five seconds.  Dale handed her the bowl.

    "And you are ?"

    She held her breath for a while and then exhaled, "Wendy."  It almost 
sounded like "Windy."  Dale laughed and encouraged her to take another drag.  
She did and was floating.

    "Where'd you get this shit ?"

    "A friend of mine grows it.  You want some ?"  She was nodding her head up 
and down as she took another hit.

    Dale got up to get a baggie and then started separating about an eighth.  
She took another hit.  Her eyes were slits but then so were his.  He stared at 
her breasts which were barely covered by her bikini top.  Nice tennis ball 
size tits and Dale thought he could see her nipples poking against the 
material.  His cock lurched in his pants.

    Wendy watched him staring at her as she hit on the bong.  God !  She was 
stoned.  She had to get some of this for her friends.  The guy was filling a 
baggie with an eighth for her.  God !  She was so excited.  She took another 
hit and could feel her boy friend's hands on her body.  He was playing with 
her breasts.  He was kissing her.

    Wendy opened her eyes and saw that it was the old man instead of her boy 
friend.  He kissed so different.  His hand was inside her bathing suit cup and 
pinching her nipple.  She moaned into his mouth and his tongue almost drowned 
her.  She was breathless, her head spinning.  He was kissing a bare breast now 
and she could feel his hand on her bathing suit bottoms.  She wondered where 
her top went ?

    Dale was consumed by lust.  She was so young and he was urged on by her 
active tongue in his mouth.  His cock was like a sledge hammer in his trunks.  
He pulled the straps of her top down her arms and the cups fell off her 
breasts.  Her nipples were small, little nubs of gnarly skin surrounded by an 
almost pink areolae...About the size of a nickel.  He sucked one into his 
mouth and then started working on her bottoms.  He was positive if he got her 
bottoms off he'd fuck her.  He had them over her hips and she was even lifting 
her butt off the bench.

    The next thing she knew, she was standing.  The guy had a hand between her 
legs and was tracing her cunt lips with his fingers.  She felt gooey.  His 
mouth was still on one of her tits.  He was working one finger into her.  
She'd only allowed one guy to do that.  Oh !  It felt good.  He was finger 
banging her and her hips started to move on their own.

    Dale picked her up and carried her to the master state room.  He lowered 
her to the bed.  Her top was still up around her neck, the cups partially 
hiding her tits.  Her bottoms were down around her thighs and she turned her 
hips to the side so he couldn't see her hair.

    Dale stripped off his trunks and just stood in the door way.  Her eyes 
were padlocked on his cock and he was as hard as snot.  Her face showed signs 
of lust, her eyes slits but maybe that was the dope ?  Dale slithered up 
beside her, took her right hand and placed it on his cock.  She tried to pull 
it away but he held it on his penis until she relaxed.  He pulled her top off 
and kissed her.

    As his tongue roamed around her mouth, he felt her hand grasp his cock 
harder.  She squeezed it a couple of times and Dale started thrusting his 
hips.  She understood the motion and was now jacking him off.  A fast learner 
or done it before ?!  Not sure ???

    Wendy was suffocating with the guy's tongue in her mouth and was just 
beating him off like crazy.  His hand was at her bottoms again, pulling them 
off.  His mouth now on her breasts and his hand was back in her pussy, just 
rubbing her lips.  When his mouth passed her belly button, Wendy freaked 
out...The guy was going to lick her down there.  She'd had one of her friends 
tell her about a guy licking her down there.  She said it was the best sex you 
could ever have.

    She started wiggling her hips as his tongue wandered through her very 
light, curly blonde pubic hair.  When he licked her lips, she tensed up and 
groaned.  "Ooooooooohh...Goooooooddddd..."

    Dale was wild with lust.  His tongue was painting her small clitoris when 
she came the first time, bucking up into his face as he held her ass with his 
hands.  He pushed her legs back against her small tits and let his tongue 
travel down to her hairless anus.  He licked around her asshole and felt her 
body buck against the pressure on her legs.  He reamed his tongue into her ass 
and she yelled.  "...Oooooh...Fuck...Shit...Hole !"

    Dale crawled over her, keeping her legs up around his shoulders.  He poked 
his dick around until he found the soft spot and worked the head in without 
his hands.  She was wiggling around below him when he realized she was a 
virgin.  His penetration stopped with just the head of his cock in her.  He 
put on a little more pressure and felt her give a bit.  A little more of his 
pole sunk into her.  She was still wiggling.  Her eyes closed.  They opened 
wide when his cock sunk about three inches into her.

    "Like it..."  He laughed.  He didn't even remember her name.  He started 
fucking and then remembered "Wendy."  "...Wendy ?"

    Her mouth had formed a big circle.  No noise came out of it.  He pushed 
harder and more of his cock filled her.  He was pulling it out and pushing it 
in again.  God !  Damn !  This was a big cock or maybe it was because it was 
her first ?  Her hips rotated up and met his last thrust.  He was moving 
faster now and she hardly felt any pain anymore.  Her belly was warm and full 
as the old guy above her fucked slowly in and out of her.  He was starting to 
chant.  "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..."  Wendy joined him and then it hit her.  Her 
feet jerked around in the air above the guy's head and he was just fucking the 
shit out of her.  Her belly had cramped up and was trying to capture the big 
slab of meat in her tummy.  She screamed something but didn't have any idea 
what it was ?

    Dale was there, unloading a torrent of semen into Wendy's cunt.  
Immediately his groin was drenched.  Cum was escaping from all around her 
cunt.  His cock slid faster and she was screaming something.  Dale was scared 
the little thing's screams would draw a crowd so he put his hand in her mouth 
as he continued to fuck her.  She bit him and he fucked her faster.  Her body 
was bucking up into him as hard as he was fucking her.  He shot off another 
load and it flooded out of her cunt.  He could feel the sheets get wet as he 
fucked her.  He ripped his hand out of her mouth and slithered up until his 
cock was right next to her face.

    "Come on, honey...You want to do it...Go for it !  Suck my cock, Wendy."  
Her face turned toward his groin and she closed her eyes but opened her mouth.  
Dale fed her and then gently fucked her face.  The look on her face as his 
cock slid in and out of her mouth drove him wild.  He fucked a little faster 
and watched her eyes bolt open when the first spurt flooded her mouth.  She 
bit him a little and then another jolt of semen rocketed out of his cock.  She 
pulled away with cum dribbling from her mouth.

    Dale rolled on to his back.  Wendy crawled up and curled up next to him.  
It wasn't until later in the shower that he saw the red bits in his pubic 
hair.  He got partially hard thinking about it.  She'd left a little over an 
hour ago.

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN *****

    Timmy was sitting on Deborah's couch with Brenda sitting beside him.  Ms. 
Dune was smelling the stuff he brought over.  It was part of the shit that 
Dale brought back from 'Vegas.  He could hardly wait for Dale to go again and 
made him promise to take him the next time.  Deborah was staring at Timmy 
while she smelled the dope.  It smelled good.  God !  She couldn't get over 
how familiar Timmy looked...Same last name, even.  Hair a little lighter and 
not near as thick as Dale but looked the same Dale had when they were 
youngsters.

    Timmy was talking about scoring some more in a couple of weeks, 'cause his 
uncle was going to 'Vegas and knows this guy who grows his own.  He was going 
on and on about how high the shit got you but Deborah wasn't paying any 
attention.  Brenda was lighting up a pipe and Deborah knew she was going to 
end up sucking and fucking with both of them.  The last three months had been 
one sexual experience after another...And her daughters !!  It must be in the 
blood...And she'd kept it in check for so long...Oh !  Fuck it !  She was 
excited already...Gwen and her boy friends left over three weeks ago.  She was 
horny as hell and could hardly wait to have this young stud fuck her while she 
licked Brenda into outer space.

                                    #####

    About the same time...Dale was sitting on the deck of the boat...Stoned 
again...Just goofing.  It was a little after two on a Tuesday.  He was 
thinking of ways to get Wendy away from her parents.

    "Has my ex-husband been around ?"  Startled him.  He turned his head to 
the sound and there on the dock was Wendy's mom.

    He jumped up and cried out.  "Hi !  Welcome aboard !  Come on...Come 
aboard."  Dale noticed the emphasis on the "ex."

    Jan Highdone took a tentative step on to the guy's boat.  He was holding 
out his hand and she took it.  He immediately squired her down stairs.  Jan 
felt a little uneasy...That is...Until she saw the baggie of dope on the 
table.  She was right.  She had smelled it last week.  The guy was sitting and 
packing a bong.  He held out his hand and said, "I'm Dale.  I've met your 
daughter.  Nice kid."  He looked up at her as he hit on the bowl.  All 
thoughts of her "ex" evaporated.

    The bong looked like a chimney when he handed it to her.  She took a hit 
and then whispered. "Jan."  He almost didn't hear her.  She took another hit 
and was out of her mind.  The stuff she could get at work...Shit !  She was 
pissed she had to work.  When she was married all she had to do was play 
tennis and go out to lunch.  She was pissed her husband divorced her, didn't 
like her coming on to other guys...Thought she was a slut.  Shit !  She only 
did it with guys who could help with his career advancement.  God !  This shit 
was dynamite !

    If she could just get this guy to part with some of his dope ??  She'd do 
just about anything.  The guy spooked her by asking about her husband.  She 
was way out there and just laughed.  The guy joined her and she giggled, 
"...Oh !  Nothing."  He kept laughing.

    Dale got up.  She watched him as he moved about the galley and then 
disappeared into the front cabin.  He came back in a few moments with another 
baggie.  He packed some weed into the baggie and then stepped back against the 
bulkhead.  She stared at the baggie and squeaked out, "I'm a little short of 
cash."

    "No problem...My treat."  Dale watched her.  Just like the daughter.  
Wants to run away with her treasure but doesn't want to be rude to her new 
friend.  She looked up at him and he smiled at her.  Something made her look 
down and she saw the hardon in his jeans.  She quickly looked up at his face.  
he was smiling at her.  He knew.

    Dale was stoked.  The woman had glanced at his crotch and he was as hard 
as stone.  Willy said he'd tried it a couple of times.  Really a crap shoot, 
he said.  Only worked about fifty percent of the time.  Only fifty percent !  
Dale flexed his cock and she looked down again.  While she was looking, he 
rubbed his cock and gave it a big squeeze.

    Jan reached over for the baggie and started to put it in her purse.  She 
just had to look over again.  Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her ?  The 
guy was rubbing his cock.  Jesus !  It was a big one.  Next to her husband, 
anything would seem huge.  She didn't find many with as big a cock as she was 
staring at.  She turned and faced him...Knew the interest was visible on her 
face.  He closed the distance and bent to unbutton her blouse.  She started 
working on his jeans and when they opened, his hard cock almost hit her in the 
face.  He laughed.  She grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times as he 
struggled with her blouse and bra.

    Dale was going crazy and could think of nothing but fucking the both of 
them - together.  He put his hand on her head and here she came.  Her mouth 
took about half of him.  This woman had sucked a few cocks in her life.  He 
wondered why her husband dropped her ?  She had half his cock slick with 
saliva and he was beginning to pump his hips.  She took a lot of his cock into 
her mouth and he only stopped her because he was going to blow his load.

    Dale pulled Jan to her feet and stripped her blouse and bra off.  He 
sucked her tits which were just a little bit larger than her daughter's.  The 
big difference were her areolae and nipples.  Large silver dollar areolae and 
thick nibs of meat for nipples.  His hand was between her legs.  She was 
wearing panty hose and he grabbed the crotch until he had a hand hold, then 
pulled them down her legs.

    Jan couldn't believe it, the guy was going to fuck her right here in the 
galley.  He had her turned around and was bending her over the table.  She 
felt her skirt being raised above her ass and then his cock head was against 
her butt.  He spread her cheeks apart and then pushed his cock down between 
her legs.  She felt the hard bone on her cunt and then he was pushing it in.  
She held her breath and when he was buried in her, cried out.  "Fuck...Fuck 
me, Oh !  Fuck...I can't remember your name !"

    Dale laughed as he started to saw his cock in and out of her.  Her bush 
was darker than her daughter's and a lot thicker, her asshole surrounded by 
lots of kinky, curly hairs.  He fucked her faster and harder.  She was panting 
and moaning and groaning.  Dale was just fucking and kept right on going even 
after he blew the first load into her belly.

    Jan was pushing back at him and then felt his semen fill her cunt.  His 
pace increased and he was fucking her like crazy.  She started cuming and 
didn't stop until he sat her in the booth and pulled her face to his cock.  It 
was drenched in semen but she opened wide and took about half of it in her 
mouth.  He fucked her face for less than ten strokes and blew another load 
into her mouth.

    Jan came off the cock as it started to shoot but that just allowed the 
second or third spurt to splatter into her forehead.  She could feel it 
dribbling into her eyebrow and down her nose.  He was laughing.  She couldn't 
help but join him.  She imagined what a mess, she must look.  She laughed 
harder and gobbled up his still hard cock.

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT *****

    The wind was blowing like crazy and the chop in the harbor was even 
affecting the boats that were tied down.  Timmy had to time his jump on to the 
boat.  Once he had his sea legs, he made his way to the cabin door.  He could 
smell marijuana already and was sure his uncle was either stoned or getting 
stoned.  He laughed and started down into the boat.  He was dying to tell Dale 
about the woman he met...Sold the dope to...Fucked and sucked with...With 
Brenda even.  It was better than that afternoon on the boat with that older 
woman and the girl he picked up at the surfing contest.  And the woman had a 
daughter, Brenda's best friend.  She'd be home for Christmas vacation and 
Timmy wanted Dale to join them...A fucking orgy...He could hardly wait.

    As soon as he descended below deck he could hear the sounds of fucking.  
Wet bodies slapping together.  He crept to the door of the master state room 
and peeked in.  His uncle's hairy ass was rising and falling between a woman's 
legs.  Timmy watched.  He was getting turned on listening to them...The 
moaning...The groaning.  They sounded like they were cuming and Timmy turned 
away when Dale rolled off her.  Jesus !  It wasn't a woman...But a young girl.  
She didn't look fourteen...Maybe, fifteen.  Where'd Dale find her ?

    They were talking in low voices and then there was silence.  Timmy looked 
around the corner and found the young thing straddling Dale and guiding his 
cock to her cunt.  They immediately started fucking and Timmy had a great view 
of Dale's cock sliding in and out of the girl's cunt, her ass spread wide by 
Dale's hands.  Timmy decided that it was time to leave.  Dale was obviously 
busy.  He'd tell him about Deborah and her daughter later.

    Wendy was riding Dale for all she was worth.  She loved the feeling of his 
curved dick in her belly...And he stayed hard for such a long time and licked 
her pussy and shit !  He did everything to her and she loved it all.  She'd 
been visiting every afternoon after school...Fuck the parties.  Dale had 
enough dope for an army and was better at turning her on than any of the young 
guys she'd hooked up with.  His cock was really moving in her cunt and she was 
just about to cum again.

    Dale was in heaven.  Wendy was hotter than any teenager he'd ever 
imagined.  She loved to fuck !  Would suck his cock for hours !  Today, 
though, had been a tough day.  Her mother had been over this morning and 
fucked his brains out for a couple of hours before she went to work and then 
her daughter arrived and wanted more of the same.  Dale would have to start 
thinking of excuses.  Yea !  Right !  He grabbed Wendy's hips and pistoned his 
cock in and out of her until he shot a load deep into her belly.

    They were both panting, sweat soaked and lying on their backs.  Wendy 
curled up next to him and was running her fingers through his dark chest hair.

    "Are you fucking my mother ?"

    Dale tensed up.  Wendy already knew the answer.  She'd heard her mother 
talking on the phone to a friend.  Something about fucking a guy on a boat 
with a long, curved cock that never got soft...Was visiting him three, four 
days a week.  Dale's silence confirmed it.  Anyway, she didn't care.  The dope 
he had was the fucking best in the world and she'd do almost anything to keep 
him giving it to her.

    "Dale...I don't care...But was I first or was she ?"  Dale started 
laughing.  She hit him on the chest and he rolled over on to her.  His cock 
was still partially hard and covered with drying semen.  It stuck to her hip 
as he kissed her.

    "You were, silly girl.  You still want to go to Las Vegas with me to score 
some more dope ?"  He'd been priming her for days.

    "You bet.  You sure this guy just gives it away ?"  Wendy was just about 
the most popular freshman at school, what with the dope she was passing out to 
her friends and wanted to keep it that way.  Plus she was making a mint doing 
it.

    "Yea...Don't worry about that...He'll give us plenty.  I'm positive he 
will.  You sure your mother's going to go for it ?  I mean, letting you go for 
a weekend ?"

    "Why don't you ask her to chaperone ?"  Dale filled the small cabin with 
gales of laughter.....

    .....That very next weekend the three of them were on their way to 'Vegas 
in Dale's MG.  Jan sat in front with Wendy behind them.  Jan asked him all 
week why he kept insisting that Wendy accompany them.  He put her off most of 
the time but eventually told her that she'd probably kill him if her daughter 
wasn't along.  Jan insisted they get two rooms but Dale wasn't concerned 
because he was sure they'd be at Willy's and was positive Willy would work 
everything out.

    Dale called the condo from a gas station South of town.  A woman answered.  
"Hey !  Carol !  It's Dale Haggerty.  We played cards...remember ?  Is Willy 
around ?"

    "This isn't Carol.  It's Erin.  And who are you ?"

    Dale went on and on about the weekend he spent with Willy at the cabin but 
was too stoned to remember how to get there.  The woman listened and then 
asked what number he was calling from.  Willy would call him if he wasn't 
busy.  Shit !  This wasn't working out like he thought it would.  He probably 
should have called before hand to make sure the fucker was even in town.  The 
six "P's" strike again...Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.  Dale 
jumped when the phone rang three minutes later.

    "Yo !  Dale...How're the waves ?  Haven't been surfing for a couple of 
months now.  I bet it's cold as shit.  You doing any sliding ?"

    "Not too much, Willy.  Been busy trying to organize a trip to 'Vegas 
and..."  Dale let that hang on the line for a second or two and then 
continued.  "...thought maybe I could bring a couple of ladies up to the cabin 
and spend the weekend ?  Probably should have called before now, huh ?  Sorry.  
I wasn't thinking."

    The line was silent and Dale was sure he'd fucked up royally.  Finally 
Willy spoke.  "That sounds great, Dale.  Let me get Erin to guide you up.  You 
got a room already ?"

    "Not yet...We were just about to check in."

    "Call the condo in about ten minutes and I'll have everything set up.  
Looking forward to seeing you, Dale."  Willy broke the connection.  Ten 
minutes later, Erin was telling him how to get to the condo.  The MG wasn't 
built for four but Erin managed to wedge herself behind the back seat with 
Wendy and off they went.  The higher they went, the cooler it got.  To Dale it 
was down right cold and he wished he had the top on the MG but then Wendy and 
Erin wouldn't be able to sit in back.

                       ***** CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE *****

    Willy was standing at the railing with two very nice looking young ladies 
when they pulled up in front of the cabin.  As they got out of the car, Jan 
exclaimed.  "Oh !  Great...Dale's friend has some daughters you can hang out 
with, Wendy."

    Erin burst out laughing and Dale joined her.  Jan looked confused and 
during the introductions was somewhat befuddled as the young girls started 
passing around a couple of bongs.  She turned to say something to Wendy about 
not smoking but found her daughter already taking a giant hit off one of the 
bongs.  Dale handed her the other bong and several hits later, Jan forgot all 
about Wendy.  She vaguely wondered why Dale insisted they bring her...It must 
be the guy's daughters ?  She wondered if they'd swap ?  The cabin seemed real 
small and what would the girls do ?  And the guy was much older than Dale...So 
was his wife.  Oh !  Well, the dope was fucking fantastic.

    Marilynn and Peggy were the other girl's names and Dale figured they were 
about the same age as Wendy.  Dale briefly wondered where Carol was and 
wondered who Erin was ?  In reality he didn't give a shit.  Erin was talking 
to Jan if you could call it that.  The group was pretty stoned, just sitting 
around the bar and warming up around the big wood stove set in the middle of 
the room.  Dale was checking out the young girls.  They both had light brown 
hair and were somewhat skinny but Dale didn't care.  He was sure they would 
fuck like minks and could hardly wait for the fun to begin.

    Willy wandered over to him.  "They look like mother and daughter ?"  Dale 
just nodded his head as he hit on the bong.  "No shit ?!"  Dale nodded his 
head again, holding the smoke in his lungs.

    "Do they do video ?"  Dale wasn't sure what Willy was talking about but 
nodded his head again as he took another hit.  Willy asked if he had any 
preferred casting..."you know little quirks or shit ?"  Dale was sucking on 
the bong again and trying to pay attention but Marilynn and Peggy were taking 
off their clothes near the hot tub.

    Willy laughed and stepped out of the way.  Dale was on his way to the hot 
tub.  He turned to talk to the mother.  She was about thirty seven or eight 
and looked real hot.  He handed her a bong and asked if she'd ever done this 
before ?  Jan looked back at him...Jesus !  She had no idea what he was 
talking about; do what ?  This dope is so fucking good, she thought.

    Jesus !  Now he's got a hand on Wendy's shoulder, whispering in her ear.  
This guy is more interested in my daughter than he is in me and what the fuck 
is he talking about ?  The blonde appeared in front of her and started 
talking.  Jan noticed she wasn't a natural blonde...Jan was natural...Well, 
not totally blonde anymore but not far off.  Her daughter's still blonde, just 
like she was many years ago, when she was fourteen.

    She laughed, wondering if her daughter would be as horny as she was ? 
Fucking just about anyone she can....Take whoever she marries right to the 
top.  Just like she did for Wendy's father...The unappreciative son of a 
bitch.

    The guy was back...Fuck !  He just mentioned twenty thousand.  She 
wondered if she had to fuck him...If that's what he was talking about ?  She 
nodded and he went into the other room.  He was real good looking, for an old 
guy, and she would have done it for nothing.  Fuck !  Twenty grand !  The 
blonde was talking to her again.  Wendy asked if she could join the others in 
the hot tub.  She was sucking on a huge joint.  It looked like a cigar.  Jan 
held out her hand and Wendy handed her the joint.  She took a drag.

    She was holding her breath but lost the whole lung full of smoke when she 
noticed the two young girls were naked and helping Dale off with his pants.  
One of them, she couldn't remember the girl's name, started sucking on Dale's 
cock.  Oh !  Jesus Fucking Christ !  What was going on here ??  Wendy asked 
again if she could go join the others in the hot tub.  The blonde lady told 
her to wait, Willy'd be back in a minute.

    Jan couldn't take her eyes off the young girl sucking Dale's cock.  The 
other one was out of the hot tub and helping him off with his shirt.  She 
started laughing and wondered if Dale was fucking her daughter ?  She laughed 
louder and didn't notice Willy come out of the other room.

    Wendy was watching the three some in the hot tub, also.  She wanted to 
join them and was a little pissed that Dale left her standing with her mother.  
She felt a hand on her shoulder and the older guy, Willy, was guiding her to 
the other room.  There was a huge baggie of dope on the night stand and Wendy 
went right to it.

    "That's for you, Wendy."

    She turned and smiled at the guy.  "Thanks, Willy."  He walked toward her 
and she knew he was going to start taking her clothes off.  She was excited 
already, just watching Dale and the girls in the hot tub...Wondered why they 
weren't joining them ?  His hands were on her shoulders, rubbing them.  She 
looked back at him and he kissed her, his tongue slithering around in her 
mouth.

    He stopped kissing her.  "Wendy...Your mother's going to join us in a few 
moments...Ok ?"

    Wendy giggled then nodded her head.  Willy kissed her again and started 
working open the buttons of her blouse.  His hands were massaging her bra 
covered tits and pinching her nipples through the material.  She backed up 
against him and could feel the bone of his hardon against her butt.  She 
swayed against it and he rubbed against her.  She was very turned on; 
impatient even...Wanted to get out of her clothes and go join the others.

    Jan was still watching the three some in the hot tub and trying to keep up 
a conversation with the blonde.  The woman asked if she liked to watch ?  
"Watch what ?"  Jan asked.

    "Your daughter, who else were you thinking of ?"  The woman guided her to 
a closet off the bedroom.  The blonde was turning on a T.V. set and fiddling 
with some switches.  The T.V. slowly came into focus and Jan froze.  On the 
screen was her daughter, rolling around on the bed with an man old enough to 
be her grandfather almost.

    Wendy was giggling and laughing as he stripped her clothes off and Jesus !  
She was working on the old man's pants.  Shit !  The fuckers got a hardon.  
The woman turned up the volume.  "...time's my mother going to be home ?"  Her 
daughter was saying as she straddled the guys feet and helped him of with his 
slacks.

    "She'll be slinging drinks at that topless place...You know in a few 
years...you might get a job there too, Wendy."  Her daughter was almost naked, 
her nice tits jiggling as she struggled with his pants.

    "What time, Willy ?"

    "About three..."  He stopped talking as he buried his face in the girls 
groin.  They were sixty-nine in seconds and that was the last dialogue.  Jan 
couldn't believe it, her daughter was sucking almost the guy's entire cock 
into her mouth but then he wasn't that big.  What was she doing here, just 
watching ?  She should bust into the bedroom and tear them apart.  But she 
didn't.  She was rooted to the spot and watching the guy spread her daughter's 
ass apart and lick her cunt.

    The blonde turned down the volume.  "That guy you brought...He descent ?"  
Jan turned and nodded her head.  "Why don't you get into your uniform."  It 
wasn't a question.  Jan looked around.  There was a skimpy cocktail uniform 
hanging from the corner of the counter.  "You've got ten minutes until you're 
on...You know they're going to force you to join them...Put on a good show for 
us will you ?"  Jan had no idea what this was all about ??

    Twenty minutes later , the blonde let her into the room and she screamed 
out her rage.  "What the fuck are you doing to my daughter ?  You 
pervert...I'm going to kill you..."  Her daughter was riding the old guy like 
a jockey, his hands on her ass as his cock slid in and out of her cunt.  Jan 
strode across the room and leaned over to slap the shit out of the guy.  She 
wasn't very steady and Wendy pulled her down on to the bed.  Jan let out a 
wail and then the two of them started stripping off her cocktail uniform.

    Erin watched as she slowly undressed.  The surprise in Willy's eyes was 
real and the young girl looked shocked, too.  Carol was going to love this 
one.  By the time Erin was naked and moving toward the hot tub, Jan was on her 
back with Willy between her legs just fucking the shit out of her.  The 
daughter was on her knees next to them and spanking Willy on the ass every 
once and a while.

                          ***** CHAPTER FORTY *****

    Deborah was in nirvana.  She was straddling Timmy's face and he was 
licking her cunt like he was starving.  Straddling his hips was Brenda and she 
was licking and sucking on her swollen areolae and nipples.  She was just 
about ready to cum and could hardly wait for her turn with Timmy's hard cock.  
Jesus !  She couldn't believe how long he stayed hard !  How many times he 
could cum !  God !  She wanted some cock.

    Brenda was having an orgasm and she was positive Timmy was filling her 
blonde haired cunt with semen.  Deborah wanted to suck it out of her and she 
knew in just a few minutes she would.  Brenda rolled off Timmy and Deborah 
noticed his dark pubic hair was matted with cum.  She climbed off his face and 
followed the little blonde.  Brenda was giggling but stopped abruptly as 
Deborah grabbed her by the legs and pulled her cum soaked pussy to her face.

    "Eat her...Deborah...Suck that cum right out of her."  She felt Timmy 
positioning himself behind her.  He was spreading the cheeks of her ass and 
now she could feel the bone of his cock sliding into her.  Her tongue was 
drenched in semen as she dug it into Brenda's well fucked pussy.  The blonde's 
pussy hair was matted with semen.  Deborah licked the pink, swollen meat in 
front of her as Timmy battered her ass, his cock thrusting in and out of her 
horny cunt.  She raised her head from Brenda's cunt and screamed out her first 
orgasm.  How did she go for so many years without this ?

    Timmy was wild.  This was the fifth straight day that Brenda and he came 
to visit Deborah.  He was slapping his cock in and out of her like a pile 
driver.  He had his hands on her hips and spread her butt cheeks apart.  This 
woman had the hairiest asshole.  He abruptly pulled his cock out of her cunt 
and drilled it against her anus.  The head popped in and Timmy wasted no time 
forcing his entire shaft into her bowels.  Her head was out of Brenda's crotch 
again and she was filling the bedroom with screams of ecstasy.  Timmy fucked 
her harder.

    "Oooooogh...My...Asshole...Fuck...Me...Faster, Timmy.  Aaagh...I'mmmm 
fucking cuming...Aaaagggh !"  Deborah was wild.  Every afternoon was better 
than the last.  This young stud knew how to fuck and while his cock wasn't as 
large as she liked, it was hard enough and lasted so fucking long.  She was 
cuming again and Brenda pulled her face back into her groin.  She lapped at 
the wet swollen pussy in front of her and wondered if her daughters tasted the 
same way after they'd been fucked ?  She came close to tasting Gwen after they 
wore out her friends but backed away at the last minute; afraid of what her 
daughter would say.

    Timmy was pounding Deborah's asshole.  His cock would disappear - all the 
way in and then he'd drag it out slowly and then pound it all the way in 
again.  He loved watching her anus cling to his cock as he dragged it out of 
her.  Oh !  Shit !  He was cuming again and buried himself into her, flexing 
his cock and watching as his cum seeped out of her asshole...His cock still 
buried in her.  He pumped some more and a froth of white semen boiled up 
around the cock he had buried in her.  He was thinking of when Deborah's 
daughter came home...Christmas Vacation...And it was only a week away.  He 
could hardly wait.  Brenda had told him about this past Summer and then just 
before school started and he was wild with anticipation.  He knew Dale would 
go for it and could hardly wait to fill him in.  Not this afternoon, 
though...Ha !  Ha !  He fucked Deborah Johnstone's asshole faster.  He was 
starting to cum again and spread her cheeks wide, watching the cum seep out of 
her anus.

    Dale had been spending just about every weekend at Willy's.  Yea !  The 
drive was a pain in the ass and he often considered flying but blew that off 
without really knowing why ?  He'd gone up alone last weekend and Willy'd had 
four young things for them to party with...Fucking and sucking with four 
teenagers all weekend and the dope.  Jesus !  He was stoned just about 
twenty-four hours a day now and was rolling in the shit.  Well...Rolling it, 
anyway.  Ha !  Ha !

    He hardly saw Wendy or her mother anymore.  In fact, after that weekend at 
the cabin, Jan stopped bringing Wendy down to her father's boat on weekends.  
He'd called Jan several times but she always put him off with some excuse.  He 
was wandering through the yacht club, not really doing anything.  It was too 
cold to go to the beach and the surf this time of year was shitty and fucking 
freezing, too !  He could hardly to wait until Friday to drive to Willy's.

              Crew Needed For a cruise through the South Pacific.
              Gone approximately a year.  Room and board but no pay.  
              Experience not necessary.

    Dale read the three by five card again.  Sounded cool.  He wondered if 
there'd be any pussy on board.  Shit !  That's about all he thought about 
lately.  He turned from the bulletin board and wandered back toward the 
dinning room.  Lunch and then back to the boat.  Timmy was coming to visit
this afternoon and Dale was going to give him another couple of ounces.  The 
kid was selling dope like a crazy man.  The demand seemed unquenchable down 
here.  Timmy could sell it as fast as Dale could transport it down here from 
Willy's and that fucker seemed to have an inexhaustible supply.  Seemed like 
he was forever cutting bud and baking it in that oven of his.

    Dale was hurrying across the docks.  He was late and hoped Timmy would 
stick around until he arrived.  Shit !  He hadn't been doing a fucking 
thing...Just goofing at the lunch crowd in the dinning room.  Timmy'd told him 
last night on the phone that it was important...Brenda and he had been fucking 
around with Brenda's best friend's mom and the daughter'd be home for 
Christmas vacation in a couple of days.  Timmy wanted to get them all together 
and...What else ??!!  Timmy'd stick around.

    "Yo !  Timmy...You still here ?"  Dale called as he dropped down below 
decks.

    Timmy, Brenda and Deborah were sitting at the galley table, sharing a 
joint.  Dale smelled it immediately.  His face lit up with a big smile and 
then he froze.  It must be the dope.  No way...It couldn't be.  He hadn't seen 
her in over twenty years.  She was staring right at him and the look on her 
face must have mirrored his.  Timmy was laughing.  Deborah looked like she'd 
seen a ghost.  He turned and saw Dale had the same look on his face.  Brenda 
was laughing about something.  Timmy started to get up but Dale was already 
turning and heading above decks.  Timmy followed but by the time he reached 
topside, Dale was running down the docks.  It surprised Timmy to see how fast 
his uncle was moving...And Timmy was much too stoned to chase after him.

                             ***** EPILOGUE *****

    The sea was running about three feet...The wind out of the Southwest at 
twenty knots or better.  The Newport Castle, out of Long Beach, was moving 
through the water at about twelve knots.  The ride was choppy after two days 
of fairly smooth sailing.  It was approaching zero two hundred (two a.m. - for 
you civilian types in the crowd).  Dale rolled out of his bunk, pulled on his 
sweat pants, "T" shirt and zipped up his jacket.  He wandered toward the 
galley and poured himself a cup of stale black coffee.  He had the helm from 
two to six.  The captain was happy to have someone who was familiar with a 
compass and had rudimentary knowledge of navigation.  Dale thought he had more 
than a "rudimentary" knowledge but out here he wasn't sure ?

    It was dark as the inside of an asshole.  The only light coming from the 
glow off the compass.  Dale took control of the rudder and the mate he 
relieved quickly dropped below decks to do what ?  Dale had no idea ?  He 
checked the heading once again and trimmed up the sails a bit.  It was lonely 
out here.  Maybe he made a mistake joining the crew ?

    The look on Deborah's face was etched in his brain.  She knew it was going 
to be him...Knew what he'd been doing...Was going to drag up the past...That 
day back when they were freshman in college and he ran out on her.  Well, he 
knew she'd just fucked the guy who came out of her room...Shit !  Visions of 
his fucking some high school girl right after Willy fucked her flooded his 
memory.  What the fuck was the difference ??

    But it was different...Wasn't it ?  Dale wasn't sure anymore.  He wasn't 
sure of anything.  He dragged a joint out of his jacket pocket and struggled 
to get it going.  Euphoria crept through his body...His mind drifting back to 
his high school days...Free and easy...Just like Timmy.

                                    #####

    Timmy Haggerty rushed down the gang plank and then along the dock toward 
the yacht.  He was afraid of what he was going to find.  He'd spent the last 
two days searching for his uncle.  His grandmother told him Dale'd called two 
nights ago and said he was going on a cruise or something.  Grandma Haggerty 
laughed and told Timmy that Dale sounded stoned.

    The yacht was closed up and locked.  Timmy peered through the port holes 
but found nothing.  Clean as a whistle.  What spooked his uncle ?  Timmy had 
no clue and wandered back to the station wagon.  The traffic was light as he 
drove up Pacific Coast Highway.

                                     End
 

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