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Subject: {ASSM} "If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??"{Frederick T.}(Mf mf M+f+ anal group)[7/11]
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
Part: 7 of 11
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Keywords: (Mf mf M+f+ anal group)
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 Seven
                           (Mf mf M+f+ anal group)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "When's he arriving ?"

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

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

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

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

    "You gonna work at the restaurant again this Summer ?

    "Yea."

    "When do you start ?"

    "Day after tomorrow...I think ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You surf ?"  Dale asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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