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Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold" - (mF oral)[3/4] A Willy Tamarack Story
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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!! WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                  Part Three
                                  (mF oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

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

    After relating my experiences, Dale was stoked out of his mind and left
the following morning for Vietnam.  The village continued looking for the 
gold...A bee hive of activity.  I busied myself, thinking a bit ahead of the 
present game.  As popular as we were now, I could see the day when it would be 
better if we were some place else...Plus, I sure would like to get back and 
see my dad...And then, there was the business of Las Vegas !?

    As soon as Dale got back, we started cooking up a deal for a boat.  It 
took about three weeks of haggling and cut outs and all kinds of other 
bullshit but we finally hired a boat.  We were sailing the day the arms 
arrived.  The chief was honchoing at the village and Dale was in charge of the 
boat.

    There were six of us when we left for Longpo; two of the chief's sons and 
two other young men from the village.  After several days of milling about, we 
all watched the arms transfer from the dock.  Our boat had some spanish 
sounding name...I can't remember.

    We set out to sea as soon as the arms were loaded.  Once clear of the 
harbor, Dale broke open the boxes.  I freaked out when I saw the missiles - 
SA-8s or 9s !  Fuck !  Whose idea was this ?  Dale didn't have a clue either !  
We found the envelope when Dale cracked open some of the ammo.  It was from 
our general buddy, telling us that the missiles might just come in handy.  The 
Far East was a dangerous place, he said.

    Dale took him to heart and had us working with the weapons as we tooled on 
up the coast.  Four of us would remain on the boat at all times during the 
loading operation.  The remainder would help the shore party.  The captain 
wasn't real hot about the weapons but relented a bit after Dale explained our 
incentive plan.

    I feared loading was going to take a little longer than a century as the 
village only had five boats worth a shit !  But the chief was way more 
prepared than I thought he would be.

    The villagers were all ready to go when we cruised around the point.  
Their boats were already anchored out beyond the surf line.  Closer inspection 
revealed four or five rafts that looked like they were washed up on shore.  
One of the chief's sons had figured we'd get the gold out through the surf 
like Dale and I did when we went surfing.

    The captain stayed with the boat but we sequestered the rest of the crew 
in the village.  Dale insisted we load at night.  Now, I thought this was 
total insanity but the village elder agreed with him and that's what we did.

    The women and children would toss a whole bunch of bricks over the cliff.  
The men would load up a couple of rafts with the bricks and out through the 
surf a couple of guys would go with one of the rafts.  It took us over a week 
and we were way off on the count.  It was almost triple what we thought.  My 
mind could hardly fathom the amount...Our share alone would be over two and a 
half million !!  A piece !!  I was afraid the Vietnamese wouldn't be able to 
cover the bet.

    I spent the last night onboard the boat with Dee Dee as the party raged on 
shore.  We could see the camp fires from the boat.  I think she sensed I'd be 
leaving soon as she was clinging to me.  Dale insisted we leave as soon as it 
was dark the following evening and had plotted out a course that looked like 
what the Nimitz and her battle group would use to try to foil soviet technical 
means.

    The next day, I returned to shore and made a last check of e-mail for a 
while.  Dale said I should rig up something so we could shoot at the satellites 
but it'd take weeks to get all the hardware.  We only had standard ship to 
shore shit but the boat did have a G.P.S.  Wow !  Was that a freak out !  I'd 
been before that time in the air force and here this filipino boat captain has 
one and I suppose he uses it ?

    I had one piece of e-mail in my "Jocko" account that was encrypted...The 
rest was spam.  My hands were shaking as it was from Mortimore...My dad's 
middle name.  I think that's why he let mom name me "Buffalo;" to get back at 
his parents for his middle name.

    He went on and on about how neat technology was.  You could keep up with 
everyone, even if they were on the move.  What they could have done with that 
way back when ?  He laid out his schedule in Zulu...Said he'd be standing by, 
waiting during those times.  It took me the rest of the afternoon to lay it 
all out, encrypt it and send it.  I waited.  The reply was almost immediate.  
"Msg rec. luck. mortimore."  I was laughing as I headed back to the boat.

    We boarded at sunset and then waited.  By midnight we were out of sight of 
land.  Dale had it all planned out and at day break he briefed the crew.  He 
had me round up the four of them and bring them to the wheel house.  The 
captain was already there, obviously.

    Dale announced that there was a going to be a special bonus for this 
trip...hazardous duty pay.  One gold bar a piece.  He threw one on the table 
he was using for his notes.  The four of them had eyes as big as saucers, 
especially the cook.  The captain was getting a lot more but made a big show 
of insisting the crew share some of the spoils.  Dale and I were way ahead of 
him.

    The trip was boring, except for the silly little exercises Dale had cooked 
up for all of us.  Jesus !  We hardly had time to get stoned...This screechy 
little whistle of his echoing through out the ship...All of us running to 
battle stations.  I was in charge of the missiles as if any fucking airplane 
was going to attack us.  It'd be a boat and these fuckers would be worthless.

    But Dale insisted I know how to use them.  Fuck !  The instructions were 
in russian.  I didn't have a clue but Dale was confident that I'd be familiar 
enough with them to use them...So I spent a lot of time carrying one 
around...Come on now, these were made for grunts.  I was a pilot and obviously 
much superior in intellect than mere grunts !?

    I spent a lot of time stoned...On night watch...And the memories flooded 
back...I missed america...the United States...Mexico...God !  I had some good 
times down there...I was sixteen, seventeen...I can't remember ?  We were 
going down for a week...Never made it.  Some friend of mine had a V.W. camper.  
Slept two but the bed sucked...Even for fucking.  We started out.....

    "Come on, Willy !  Who gave you these directions ?"

    "Ah, just some guys who were passing through as they worked their way up 
the coast.  I was telling them about some places up North where I used to surf 
in the winter...Some of the hard to get to places...Some of them are better 
than P.V."

    "Oh !  Come on, now...It's hard to beat P.V. in the winter..."

    I cut him off with, "Brian...It's better up north.  P.V. takes just one 
particular storm.  Up there it's just natural like the south swell is to the 
South Bay."

    "Well...Fuck this surfing talk.  I can hardly wait for the Rendezvous 
tonight.  Wow !  The fucking stories I've heard...thousands of surf bunnies 
packed into the fucking place....."

    .....It was still light when we entered the ball room.  Fuck !  It was 
packed.  Hundreds of sweaty kids, half on the dance floor dancing to the 
Chantels or somebody like that.  Most of the rest...As usual...Sat around, 
segregated...Very few mixed groups, except for the dancing.  The crowd was a 
little older than we were but we were game...Hot surfers from Palos 
Verdes...Shit !  Half the guys, we talked to, never heard of the place.

    I was staring at her from about twenty feet away, just walking around the 
periphery of the dance floor.  She was talking with about three or four other 
girls.  She caught me staring and I surprised myself, locked right into her 
eyes and turned toward her.  I made it almost like cotillion.  I bowed at the 
waist and in a booming voice bellowed out.  "May I have this dance, miss ?"  
Her friends started cracking up and even some people around us were laughing.

    I remained bowed, waiting for her reply.  None came, so I stood up.  She 
was damn near my height.  I was fully grown at six foot-one about a hundred 
and sixty-five pounds.  My football coach told me I'd have to come back in the 
Fall at one seventy-five or better to start varsity.

    Anyway, she had blonde hair, short, cheek level, blue eyes...Not much bust 
and I was real spoiled with that back home with Connie...A lot of other shit, 
too !  I was no where near a virgin !  She was a big girl but cute as all get 
out...A local ! I was sure.

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

    "Well, I guess so ?"  She sounded less than enthusiastic about the 
invitation.  We were out on the dance floor and I was doing my usual hopping 
around.  I couldn't dance worth a shit.  A slow one finally arrived and for 
just a second I thought she was going to split on me.

    "You live around here ?"  She just nodded her head.  We kept dancing.  We 
were hardly touching.

    Just prior to the song ending, it came.  "You here for the Summer ?"  An 
opening and I dove in.  This could be an all week thing and you never knew 
what you could do in a week.  She was at least a senior if not a freshman in 
college.  Fuck !  I'd just got my driver's license six months or so ago.

    "No...My buddy and I are working our way down the coast to a secret surf 
spot surrounded by a marine base...We'll have to sneak in and out and if we 
get caught, we'll probably spend the rest of our lives in the brig."  She 
started laughing.  I sped ahead.  "If you and one of your friends would care 
to accompany my friend and I, you're quite welcome."

    I had no fucking idea what Brian was up to ?  She came back with something 
cute, like: "Just get your boards this Summer ?"  I felt myself flush.  I'd 
been surfing over ten years...Since I was five, if you counted air mattress 
shit.  My uncle started me board surfing when I was seven...this was my tenth 
Summer and except for football most afternoons, after school, would find me in 
the water.  But this young lady didn't know that.

    All the guys here were dressed the same...Jeans...rolled up cuffs, just a 
bit.  Blue tennies, blue nylon wind breakers, pendleton shirts, penney's "Ts" 
with hair a little longer than fashionable.  My football coach was always 
giving me shit at the end of the Summer about getting it cut.  She had no way 
of telling the real from the phony...Now, I wasn't anything to write home 
about in the water but I didn't spend much time on the beach regardless of the 
conditions or the size.  I'd surfed just about every spot from well North of
Santa Barbara to the hill and that was a lot of area to cover back then.

    As we were walking back toward her friends, she asked where we were 
staying ?  Lots of kids came down here during the Summer and stayed with 
friends or rented a place and tore it up for a week before getting kicked out.

    I told her we were sleeping in a van.  She mentioned that Corona del Mar 
was a better place to stay...Right on the beach and they had a bathroom with a 
shower.  There wasn't much here on the peninsula except down by the pier and 
the cops were pretty heavy there.  Corona del Mar would be better.

    I thanked her and we parted.  We didn't even exchange names.  The info she 
gave me was good shit though and we spent the night in the parking lot at 
Corona del Mar.  Today, they'd never let you do that but this was eons ago.

    Corona del Mar's surf left a lot...Well, it was shitty and crowded.  Old 
timers always said it was better before they dredged the channel out of 
Newport Harbor and Balboa Bay.  But that was years ago.  My uncle told me 
about it.  That was the picture I had, so I was very disappointed.....

    .....We'd stopped surfing a long time ago...It was almost noon when I saw 
her.  I immediately wished I still had my board on the beach but it was locked 
in the van, so hot, the wax was melting off it on to my sleeping bag...An 
occupational hazard back then.  Well, I strode on over anyway and said, "Hi !  
Fancy meeting you here."  She smiled.  I was stoked.

    We spent most of the afternoon with her and her friends.  She wanted to 
know if I was going to be at the Rendezvous again tonight ?  I just nodded, 
saying something cool like.  "Yea !  If we don't get invited to this bitchin' 
party on the island."

    Brian knew some guys but they were way older than we were...Juniors or 
seniors in college, friends of his brother.  The chances of us getting an 
invite were just about zero.  Shit !  Wild horses couldn't keep me away from 
the Rendezvous ballroom.....

    .....It was still bright out.  I was standing around outside the 
Rendezvous.  It didn't open until seven but I didn't want to miss her.  No 
sense in us paying when I was going to whisk her off to this boss party.  I 
couldn't believe Brian's brother's friends came through...Even asked us to 
chip in a couple of bucks for the beer.  I was on cloud nine !

    It was past eight before I picked her out...Getting into line.  I strolled 
down to where she was talking with the two girls from the beach.  She waved.  
I was bubbling up with excitement.  She looked great, wearing a Hawaiian print 
muumuu.  I was stoked !

    Her name was Cynthia and I thought that was a real cool name.  Bonnie and 
Judy were her friends.  They were going to be freshman in college next year.  
I was going to be a junior in high school.  I kept telling myself that I acted 
older than I was...My mom always told me that...Could take care of myself.

    "...thinking, maybe we could split and go to this college party on the 
island ?  I can have you back wherever you need to be...whenever."  She looked 
at her friends.  They were not quite as good looking as Cynthia but no where 
near dogs.  "Oh !  Your friends, too !"

    Off we went toward the ferry.  By the time we got there the party was in 
full swing.  A couple more would go un-noticed.  Now some of the guys we were 
partying with were pretty good surfers.  One of Brian's brother's friends had 
gotten his picture in Surfer Magazine.  Anyway, they all knew us and although 
we were not in their league, they treated us ok because we were kind of cool 
gremmies...Now, neither of us considered ourselves gremmies but we weren't 
that hot either.  There was a lot of talk about forming some surfing 
association and having contests, going pro...That kind of shit.  Getting paid 
to surf...Now, that'll be the day !

    There was music but no dancing...Just a lot of people drinking and smoking 
and bullshitting.  About midnight I took Cynthia outside and we danced in the 
street.  I held her tight and was surprised to feel her squeezing back.  I was 
kissing her for the first time when the cops came around the corner, lights 
flashing on and off like they were making a traffic stop.

    They hassled the older guys a bit about the noise and made some remarks 
about all the beer cans all over the place but left about ten minutes after 
they arrived.  I walked the girls back to their car and rushed back to the 
party.  I was in love again...God !  It was so easy to fall in love back then.  
Ha !  Ha !

    We met them at the beach the next day about noon.  All thoughts of Mexico 
disappearing in the sure scores we were courting.  They had to be easy...They 
were college girls...Almost.  They even brought us sandwiches.  I'm sure that 
was Cynthia's idea ?  We all went swimming together and then I made my pitch.

    "Ok !  Now, hanging out here is cool but I'm positive we could all use a 
little more excitement...An adventure.  I say we leave early tomorrow morning.  
Go dutch treat for breakfast, you guys bring lunch and Brian and I treat for 
dinner...We go looking for this secret surfing spot I heard about...The surf 
around here sucks !"

    Total silence.  I looked around for some support.  Cynthia finally said 
something like, "I'm game...Another day at the beach...Who cares what beach ?"  
I started laughing and then we were planning it.  It took us the rest of the 
afternoon.  I didn't see Cynthia that night.  Instead, Brian and I sat around 
with the old guys, drank beer and talked story.  One of the guys was from 
Hawaii and he was telling the most outrageous stories about the surf back 
home.

    They started smoking hemp late; the smell, heavy and so sweet.  I don't 
think Brian noticed as he was pretty drunk by then.  This skinny hand rolled 
cigarette was being passing around.  I took a turn and then another.  They 
were coaching me on how to do it but I sure didn't feel a thing.  A little 
while later I found myself on my back on the grass out in the front yard, 
gazing up into space at the stars.

    The Hawaiian came out and told me I missed my turn.  It must have been two 
in the morning or so.  He torched up another joint and we took off to the 
heavens with him as my guide.  I could see myself riding Kaisers.  Waikiki.  
Ala Moana.  Maybe, even go up North and try the big stuff ?  I was with a 
friend.  It wasn't quite clear.  It was a sad time...It was still dark when I 
picked myself up off the lawn.  The hawaiian was still up, smoking with a 
couple of guys, I didn't recognize.  He called me little Buffalo...He was big 
Buffalo.  I laughed.  He laughed.  I bought a baggie full of the stuff and hid 
it in my traveling bag.

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

    One of the girls and I were spreading the barbed wire apart.  The other 
two girls were holding the brush aside.  We'd found the cut wire...A tight 
squeeze.  We'd been on the road since five...I was really stoked when we found 
all three of the girls waiting on the street corner right on time and ready to 
go !

    Some of us slept on the way down...It took us a while to find the repaired 
wire but it was a cinch to open up and now we were all back in the van and 
slowly making our way along the path.  It looked years old and was really 
rutted.  We went though some more brush and then up a little rise.  There it 
was...The Pacific...Opening up as far as we could see both to the right and 
left.  Waves were breaking all over the place and not another surfer was in 
sight.  I was very excited !

    We parked on the rise and Brian and I were on our way, scampering down to 
the shore line.  We surfed for what seemed like hours and then had this big 
lunch the girls brought...Surfed some more in the afternoon, even though it 
was blown out and then ate hot dogs and potato chips for dinner.  I necked 
with Cynthia all the way home in the back while the three of them sat up 
front.

    While saying good-bye at her front door, she casually mentioned that her 
parents were going to Palm Springs for a couple of days starting tomorrow.  My 
brain exploded with ideas but it was late and I was tapped out.  We went back 
to the island and parked a ways down from the house.  The party was blasting.  
This time there were some couples dancing.  The Hawaiian rushed across the 
room and told me the surf had been great this afternoon.  Where was I ?

    I just smiled.  I knew it had been great...A little blown out but waist 
high and getting bigger.  Tomorrow morning would be the best and then I was 
going to talk'em all into spending the night at the secret spot.  We named it 
S.O. Ten.  I was stoked and took off into lower earth orbit after just a 
couple of drags on the magic cigarette.  I slept on the grass again and even 
rolled my own very crude joint, hitting on it some more before falling asleep.

    The older guys talked us into going up to Huntington Pier with them the 
next morning.  It was a kick but very crowded.  A little too much crowd for 
the size, shoulder high and very thick.

    On the way back to Balboa I talked Brian into spending the night at the 
secret spot.  We'd get the early evening glass off and the early morning glass 
all to ourselves.  "...of course, we'll ask the girls !  You think I want to 
spend the night snuggling with you ?"  Brian was as stoked as I was !

    We were like two corks in the sea as we drove to Corona del Mar...Almost 
bobbing over the hot sand.  Babbling like complete idiots.  Cynthia could 
invite Bonnie and Judy to spend the night and then we'd all head down to the 
secret spot and get drunk and surf and eat...And everything.

    The girls held a conference and then it was bedlam.  We'd need more food 
and some more coolers.  We could put the boards on the roof.  Someone had some 
racks.  The girls were bringing sleeping bags.  We pushed off a little after 
three and rolled to a stop on the bluff, over looking the Pacific, a little 
after five-thirty.

    I was watching the bee hive of activity on the bluff.  The wind was almost 
calm and the glass was coming back.  The girls insisted we surf and who was I 
to object to that ?  I was scratching for a wave...Up and sliding right.  The 
wave was shoulder high and just perfect, walling up in front of me.  I was 
inching toward getting five and then tasting sea water.  A little too much 
weight on the nose.  My board washed up on shore.

    Cynthia and her friends were drinking beer down by the high tide mark.  I 
pulled her up and dragged her toward the ocean.  She was squealing like a pig.  
I was laughing like an idiot.  We were about knee deep when she turned my face 
and kissed me.  That stopped all thoughts of pulling her into the ocean.  I 
was kissing back and had a hand on each of her butt cheeks.  I was getting 
hard in my trunks.  We were still kissing.....

    .....The sun was close to setting.  The two of us were sitting up on the 
dry sand watching the sky change colors.  I got up and rushed back to the van.  
In less than a minute I was back with my bag.  Just a grocery bag...A couple 
of pairs of underwear, extra set of trunks and several "T" shirts...Oh !  Yea, 
a tooth brush and some tooth paste.  The baggie of dope was wrapped up in a 
pair of boxer shorts.

    "What the hell is that, Willy ?"  She shrieked.  "Is that marijuana ?"  I 
looked over at her as I attempted to roll a joint.  There was hemp all over my 
lap.  I'd never heard it called marijuana...The Hawaiian called it hemp...The 
best fucking plant in the world !

    "Shit !  I don't know, Cynthia...But it's magic...No shit !  Cynthia !  
Fucking magic !"  I toked up the joint and passed it to her.  She took a 
tentative hit and when it was her turn again, I was a cheerleader.  "Go !  
Cynthia !  Go !  Cynthia !"

    I was in outer space, looking down on the earth.  The sounds from the camp 
were drifting down to us every once and a while.  Somebody yelled, "Hey !  You 
two love birds going to eat ?"  They all laughed.  I got to my feet and helped 
her up.

    "What are you supposed to feel like, Willy ?"

    I turned her to face me, our faces were not very far apart.  "Like 
something inside of you is has just broken out and you see things and hear 
things that you never did before...Feel things, too !  Like you're a part of 
something bigger and trying to break out of it but it's so big you don't think 
you'll ever do it...But most of all you feel warm...At ease...A part of that 
something bigger...Safe.  Things slow down and you can really break them apart 
and look at them.  It makes you love everything."

    We kissed for a long time and I put a hand on her breasts for the first 
time, now it was through her "T" shirt and bathing suit top but all the same 
it was tit...Bigger than my hand...Real wide.  I could feel her nipples get 
hard and I was growing down the leg of my trunks.

    "Now, let's go convince our friends to join us."  We walked hand in hand 
to the camp fire.  One of the girls, Judy, I think, looked at my crotch and 
then turned away.  No shit !  I had a boner in my trunks.

    I crouched by the fire and motioned them all around.  It took me about 
five minutes.  I rolled as I talked, confident that they'd all join us.  
Cynthia was facing the darkening ocean and just staring at it.  Soon I had two 
joints making their way around the circle.

    We were well into the third joint.  Several different conversations were 
going...I don't think any of them made any sense.  Cooking the hamburgers was 
anarchy...Five stoned teenagers bumping into each other as they all tried to 
do something different at the same time...Too many cooks spoiling the broth.  
We ate like pigs and devoured all the food we brought.

    After dinner...We didn't clean up shit !  What fucking pigs we were !  I 
rolled a couple of more joints and then picked up my sleeping bag in one hand 
and Cynthia with the other and headed down the beach.  "...To get a better 
view of the stars."

    Brian said something about the "submarine races."  The other two laughed.  
The sound of their voices disappeared behind us and it got quiet...Only the 
surf.  About a half moon was coming up behind us as we sat watching the waves 
break.  The sleeping bag was spread out and we were both leaning back on our 
elbows, feet out in front of us.

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

    I knew we were going to share something that not a lot of people ever 
experienced.  I don't know how I knew...I just knew...Like I knew Connie and I 
were going to make love to each other...It just happens...If the circumstances 
are right...Maybe, like the planets being aligned or the moon and stars or the 
moon and the tides.  Shit !  I don't know ?

    She was draped over me and we were exploring each other's mouths.  My hand 
was under her sweat shirt and I was rubbing my hand all over her bare back, 
even under her bra strap.  When her hand worked it's way under my "T" shirt, I 
started working the sweat shirt up over her head.  She moved away from me...On 
her arms, like she was doing a push-up, helping me pull it off over her head.  
The bra came next and I was staring at her tits.  Like I said earlier, real 
wide...And where Connie's were big, they pushed out from her chest.  Cynthia's 
were probably just as big, it's just that they were real big around and didn't 
push that much away from her chest.

    Her areolae were about the size of mine and since Connie had huge ones I 
was a little freaked out.  Her nipples were pointing out of her light brown 
areolae like pencil erasures.  I sucked one into my mouth and I know I heard 
her suck in her breath.  I pulled her down on to me and rolled over.  I was 
now draped over her and my face was roaming around her breasts.  Her arms were 
around me, pulling my "T" shirt off and I was getting a reltne in my trunks.

    I slowly kissed my way up her rib cage as I stretched out her arm above 
her head.  I licked her underarm and no shit !  She actually moaned.  My cock 
hurt, I was so hard.  Her under arm was covered with stubble, like she didn't 
expect to share intimacies.  I was nibbling on her neck as my hand ran down 
her stomach.  I just know she sucked in her waist because I slid right down 
into her cut-offs and was feeling nothing but panty.

    It felt like she had a lot of hair and the crotch of her panties were 
definitely damp.  I was squeezing her plump cunt lips between two fingers and 
grinding my hardon against her hip.  When her hand grabbed my dick, it was my 
turn to moan.  She giggled.  I moaned a lot louder than she did.  We were both 
trying to get each other's hand's into each other's pants and it was almost 
like ballet.

    I finally rolled away from her and pulled my trunks down.  I looked back 
at the camp fire.  It was hardly visible in the distance, probably just coals.  
I didn't think the other three would bother us but you never knew with 
teenagers.

    I turned back to Cynthia.  "I think this would be a lot easier and a lot 
more fun."  I came at her and kissed her deeply.  Her hand went right to my 
dick and my mouth started down her neck.  I was just about kneeling over her, 
my tongue buried in her belly button with my hands pulling her shorts down.  I 
made sure her panties came down with the shorts and now we were both naked.

    I started at her right knee and worked my way up her thigh.  Then the 
left.  Her "V" was covered with a carpet of thick curls just a shade darker 
than the hair on her head.  I planned on licking all around it but didn't have 
the self control.  My face was in her curls, my tongue digging into the cleft 
of her pussy.  Her legs remained closed but that didn't deter me.  My mouth 
started making trips from her breasts to her mouth, to her belly button, to 
her hair pie...Round and around I went until she stopped me.  My dick was 
still hard as rock, grinding against her stomach.

    When she spread her legs, I took it as an invitation.  She was passing the 
cake and I was definitely going to take a piece.  A couple, if I could ?  I 
was poking my dick against the matt of hair covering her vagina and getting no 
where.  I finally slid to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her 
loins.  The moan was almost a yelp, my tongue was already painting her flesh.  
She was more than damp and as soon as I had some hair cleared away was slick 
and lubricated.

    My dick slid right in and her legs immediately came up around me.  I was 
moving in her and her eyes were closed.  Her hands snaked up my arms and she 
was pulling me down on top of her.  I was stoking for the downs and just going 
bonkers !  Her cunt was so tight...Tighter than Connie !  She was a real 
different feel and I was in space, weightless and sliding in and out of her 
like a rocket ship escaping the earth's atmosphere.

    She clutched me very hard and bit my shoulder, her hips hunching up at me 
as I fucked her...I almost froze and then the seed was spurting out of my cock 
and bathing her vagina in semen.  I kept pumping and she was breathing loud, a 
panting and I was there again, filling her cunt with more semen.

    Our bodies were damp and sticky.  We were on our sides, still kissing.  
The light sea breeze was cold against our skins.  I pulled half of the 
sleeping bag over us but there was hardly enough and my butt was hanging out 
in the night air.  Our legs were entwined and we nibbled on each other for 
awhile but eventually fell asleep.....

    .....It was light enough to surf.  A good sized swell was pounding the 
beach.  God !  This was a paradise !  Peaks all over the place, rights, 
lefts...Both off the same wave.  I was in a quandary.  Cynthia was breathing 
lightly.  I wondered if she was awake ?  Maybe, I could sneak in a few waves 
before she woke up...Probably not as it was late...At least seven.  Brian 
wasn't out either.

    It was almost a whisper.  "Don't you even think about it.  Neither of us 
has a stitch on and..."  She rolled over and threw the sleeping bag off of 
her.  Her tits hardly jiggled, Connie's jiggled a lot.  Her legs were partly 
spread and I could see the remains of my load at the tip of her "V".  My cock 
was starting to get hard.

    "If we hurry...You might still be able to get some waves..."  I was 
climbing over her and her legs were coming up around me.  Her hands were 
tugging on my penis and I was like stone.  She was damp but by no means wet.  
I drilled around in her flesh and then was in.  I froze.  Her hands were above 
her head.  I sank another inch in her and froze.  Her eyes were staring into 
mine.

    I put my hands in hers and stretched her out further.  She wiggled her 
hips and I was another two inches into her.  She felt the joint with her hand 
and turned to look at it.  I laughed and reached for it.  The matches were 
further up the sleeping bag and we had to wiggle along the bag to get at them.  
Cynthia lit the match and held it.  I was still holding myself barely in 
her...Ok !  I was about half way in but trying to stay there.

    I'm taking a huge drag and then she's taking it out of my mouth.  She's 
hitting off it like it's life itself.  An ash falls on her neck and she bucks.  
I'm buried in her and fucking her like crazy.  The joint's burning on the 
sleeping bag.....

                                [continued in]
                              "Yamashita's Gold"
                                 [part four]


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