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Subject: {ASSM} "If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??"{Frederick T.}(M+F+ spanish fly)[2/11]
Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 05:10:02 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
Part: 2 of 11
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Keywords: (M+F+ spanish fly)
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 ??
                                   Part Two
                              (M+F+ spanish fly)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                           ***** 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.....

                                [continued in]
         If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
                                 [part three]


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