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Subject: {ASSM} "If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??"{Frederick T.}(Fm+ MF oral mild bd)[5/11]
Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 07:10:06 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
Part: 5 of 11
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Keywords: (Fm+ MF oral mild bd)
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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 Five
                            (Fm+ MF oral mild bd)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                         ***** 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.....

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


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